Snuggles And Nuzzles (Fluff Oneshots)

Let me take care of you

So in this chapter Jeremy is exposed in front of Michael, but I promise it nothing sexual!However, if that makes you uncomfortable I will put a small warning that looks like this (•••)

But I obviously dont go into any detail because this is a fluff book and all. But like... if your into that go check my smut book ;)

Ok I'm done now lol. Onto the story.

JEREMY'S POV

  My hand massages my shoulder as the steaming water falls onto my skin.

  It feels like a giant bruise. Michael and I had a picnic yesterday and we had to carry everything to the park.

  We under estimated how hard that would be. Even though I only carried the bag with all the blankets in it, it must have been too much for me.

  I'm much weaker than Michael because when we were sixteen he got a job in a grocery store warehouse.

  He lifts heavy boxes every week so he has quite a bit of muscle. Meanwhile the only source of exercise I get is walking to school.

So Michael carried the heavy food bag and the juice. He's fine, but I'm not.

My shower extended to fifteen minutes longer than I meat it to. Michael is waiting for me in my room so I should get out now.

  With a deep breath I savor the last of the warmth and turn the knob to turn it off.

  I reach for my warm bath towel from behind the curtain. I dab my face dry then pat the water droplets from my body and finish off by ruffling my hair dry.

  I wrap the towel around my waist after I've stepped out.

  I use the back of my hand to clear a window from the foggy mirror. My stomach presses against the cold countertop as I lean in to examine my face up close.

  Freckles are starting to show more prominently now that its summer. Of course I have a pimple or two because who would I be without them.

  I grab my tooth brush from my drawer because I'm feeling pretty tired and might go to bed early.

  I do my usual night time routine. Brush teeth, wash face, comb hair. The normal.

  I feel a droplet of water slip down my back coming from my still wet hair.

  "Michael!" I yell. I tap on my counter as I wait. Within a couple of seconds I hear him from the other side of the door.

  "Yeah?" He asks. I open the door for him. He looks me up and down and blushes.

  "Yould you mind blow drying my hair for me?" I ask timidly. "I like how you do it."

  He does a cute little smile. "Sure Jere." He walks in and closes the door behind him to keep in the heat.

  He kneels down to get the dryer and plugs it in.

  "Here, sit on the counter." He instructed. I nod and do as he says. The dryer turns on and blasts me with its heat.

  He starts to comb through my hair with his fingers with the blow dryer following them.

  He twists some pieces with his fingers to make a light curl. It feels nice.

  I close my eyes to take in the pleasant feeling. My eyelids flutter open to see my boyfriend concentrating on making my hair perfect. He sees my eyes are open and smiles kindly at me.

  The hair dryer it shut off and I feel a kiss being placed to my forehead.

  "All done my love." He says unplugging the hair dryer and putting it back where it came.