boyf riends one - shots!

gay panic!1!!!

yeah, the title explains it all ( and michael also holds a strong jealousy for water droplets ) 

ANYWAY, jake dillinger's house! swim party! getting drunk! gay stuff! yeah! okay! 

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michael mell exits the large, clear sliding door that lead into jake dillinger's backyard; empty cans of booze scattered around the grass, floaties lying around the pool, water guns, ecto-coolers— WAIT, ECTO-COOLERS??? michael's eyes immediately light up, legs taking him as fast across the grass as humanly possible to reach one of his close girl friends, jenna rolan, who had an ecto-cooler in hand. 

"yo! is that an ecto-cooler?? where did you guys even get these!" michael gasps, quickly taking a can from the wheeled cooler. jenna shrugs both her shoulders, the sunglasses that she wore making it even harder to tell the girls expression. "dunno, jeremy said you really liked them and rich bought some from like, the back of spencers or whatever." she absentmindedly speaks, not looking up from her phone. 

michael laughs, pulling the tab of the can open and taking a sip. with michael's nose scrunching at the sourness of the drink, he adjusts his voice, giving his head a shake. he was really only drinking it for the vintage feel and the nostalgia, otherwise, it was sugar & bitterness in a can. 

"oh, by the way, jake kinda spiked the punch, so unless you wanna get drunk, i don't suggest drinking it." jenna mumbles and nods her head towards the punch bowl, which was filled with slices of oranges and almost-melted-ice-cubes. "..ah," michael nods his head, chuckling and setting down the can. 

"i'm assuming rich already got into the punch?" michael turns his head to see rich running around the lawn like some sort of feral animal, chasing jake with a hose and laughing like an absolute maniac. "oh, wow, how'd you know?" michael's comment had managed to pull a laugh out of jenna, the girl finally raising her head from the damn phone.

"anyway, jeremy's in the pool, as well as chlo' and brooke. christine is playing with jake's dog." jenna snickers, pointing over at a happy looking christine as she laid on the grass with jake's bernese mountain dog, seemingly having a whole ass conversation with it. "of course christine goes straight to jake's dog." michael laughs along with jenna, looking around the backyard. 

( cue the beginning of blurred lines by robin thicke B) )

that was, until his eye's landed on his best friend, jeremy heere. stepping out of the pool in almost.. slow motion? or, that's how michael saw it. jeremy slicks his hair back as if he was in a movie, water dripping down his body, his chest, down his hips— holy fuck, jeremy even has pecks and a mild ab line. 

did jeremy heere suddenly get.. a lot more attractive? like, over night? 'cause fuck, michael was practically sweating at the moment; face so warm he could light a fire to the grass. sure, he's seen jeremy shirtless before, but.. not in a while, clearly.

michael mell had an immense amount of jealousy over the water droplets that slowly trailed down jeremy's lower stomach. 

then, reality comes crashing back down onto him, and he realizes he's staring when jeremy inches closer. his eyes immediately dart to his face, which had a shy smile spread over it. holy FUCK, michael, calm down. he was screaming internally, sirens going off on his brain that almost sounded something like; WARNING, WARNING, GAY PANIC! ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION—