boyf riends one - shots!

uncultured swine!

the wise words of michael mell annoying his boyfriend.

that's it

this is just smol fluff because i am BORED OUTTA MY MIND & this is just,, no plot, i'm just kinda writing whateva comes to mind

and making out ????? idk if that counts as mild nsfw but it's soft so idk ):

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"jeremy!" michael flopped onto jeremy's bed with his usual, toothy grin spread across his lips— dimples prominent on the edges of his smile. jeremy had always noticed his dimples, and honestly, thought they were extremely cute. jeremy playfully groans, tilting his head back and staring up at the glow-in-the-dark-star-sticker-covered-roof. 

"what now? and no, i'm not playing minecraft with you. your dogs keep fucking attacking me, man!" jeremy whines, looking back at him with a two-year-old like pout. michael rolls his eyes, sitting up on the bed and shucking off his headphones. "no, not minecraft. just saying, you were the one that punched sparky." the taller ( which, jeremy would like to argue that he's only a few CENTIMETRES taller than him ) glares, making an 'i'm watching you' symbol with his index & middle finger. 

"anyway," michael continues, turning himself over to lay between jeremy's legs— the back of his head tilted against jeremy's chest. "i just came over here to say that you are the snazziest person, like, ever." michael hums, closing his eyes and neatly folding his hands over his own stomach. the paler cocks an eyebrow, letting out a small snicker at the odd statement. "okay..?" he laughs, tangling his fingers through his boyfriend's — oh yeah, they were dating, by the way — dark hair. 

"and snazzy? no one even uses that word anymore." jeremy chuckles quietly, too fixated on untangling michael's slightly messy hair with his fingers to carry on the conversation. michael points his index finger up. "that's exactly why i use it! i thought you knew me, jeremy." he scoffs, leaning his head back more to look at his boyfriend from upside down. 

 "uh huh," jeremy agrees, nodding his head slowly & smirking. "what other words are there? y'know, that people left behind in like, the 1970's." michael lets out a dramatic gasp in reaction to what jeremy said, furrowing his eyebrows in playful anger. "i am extremely offended right now. words like rad and snazzy all come from at LEAST the 1990's! uncultured swine!" michael reaches an arm up to flick the side of jeremy's temple, jeremy letting out a small wince. 

"okay, okay! fine, i agree with you. they're from the 1990's or whatever." jeremy sticks his tongue out at him, which michael mockingly did back. they sat in the peace & quiet of jeremy playing with michael's hair for a moment, until michael decided to break the silence; "but.. seriously, you're like, the coolest person i've ever met." 

jeremy tips his head to the side in confusion, before feeling michael twist around to face him— now sitting in between his legs, with jeremy's lanky legs draped over michael's thighs. jeremy couldn't help but blush, because obviously, jeremy heere gets flustered at everything his boyfriend does. "and the prettiest," michael presses a kiss to his forehead; "the handsomest," a kiss to his cheek; "the most gorgeous," a kiss to his ear; "and the most beautiful person i've ever met." michael finishes off his praising by a few kisses to his neck.

jeremy heere was practically melting into the bedsheets. 

michael knew that neck kisses & praises were one of the most effective combos ever to pull on jeremy— because praise, well, it really meant a lot to jeremy ( because of the whole.. squip degrading thing ) and neck kisses? well, neck kisses are neck kisses. they felt absolutely heavenly. 

jeremy lets out a happy, love-drunk sigh; a squiggly smile spread over his lips as michael continued to press slow, chaste kisses to the side of his neck— jeremy gladly complying and tilting his head to the side. "w-wait a minute," jeremy snaps out of his daze, blinking. "what's the catch? why are you being so nice and praise-y all of a sudden?" he looks at michael, and michael laughs.

"i 'dunno, am i not allowed to compliment my boyfriend while having no sneaky outcome to it?" michael shrugs, and jeremy simply stares at him with a deadpan look, an eyebrow arched up in 'are you sure about that?'. 

"okay! okay, fine. i just want a kiss." the tanned boy huffs, puffing his bottom lip out. jeremy's expression softens, evolving into a cheeky smile. "seriously?" he snickers, "was michael mell too shy to just ask for a kiss?" he gasps, putting a hand over his mouth as if he just found out someone was murdered; honestly, this is why mr reyes signed him up for theatre ( even after the squip incident ). he was one hell of a good actor. 

michael groans, rolling his eyes before tilting his glasses up to the top of his forehead— since his glasses were often awkward & annoying during kissing —and tilts their foreheads together. "please, just shut up and kiss me." he mumbles, and jeremy had.. an even better view of michael's eyes without his glasses; little pools of dark, melted chocolate & honey. it was beautiful, really. 

jeremy didn't need any more pleading or convincing to kiss the boy in front of him. leaning forward to press their lips against one another, they both smile beneath the kiss— both mutually leaning forward to get as close as humanly possible. the two definitely thought that if oxygen didn't exist, they'd do nothing but make out all day. 

their lips slowly move against one another in sync, no rush or hurrying involved in the kiss. just.. slow, gentle movements. jeremy's hand goes to cup the back of michael's head, lanky fingers entwining with the thick, messy locks of hair. meanwhile, michael's hand went to hold jeremy's hip, the other holding himself up.

yeah, the kiss was definitely getting a little more heated now. 

michael decides to slyly slide his tongue across the other's bottom lip, which jeremy gladly complied— parting his lips to allow michael to explore his mouth with his tongue, furrowing his eyebrows and letting out a quiet, muffled moan against his lips. 

michael simply responds with a small groan, leaning forward to deepen the kiss, which caused jeremy's head to be pressed back against the wooden headboard. michael's hand snaked up from his hip, to the inside of his shirt— warm hands caressing over the pale, cold skin and feeling the goosebumps that were caused by the sudden touch. 

after a few ( not even a few, maybe like ten with little breaks in between ) minutes of goose bump inducing touches & heavy making out, they pull away— this time, for good. panting softly into each other's mouths, their foreheads rest together; eyelids slowly fluttering open to meet the others eyes. 

"..y'know, i forgot how good of a kisser you were for a second, heere."

"sh-shut up!"

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haha yeah,,, B)