𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖎𝖇𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞

Boyf riends-s m u t

I would like to start of by saying that I've been writing this for a while and have worked really hard on it, it's a long one!
Tw: daddy kink
Top Michael, bottom Jeremy
I'm sorry, again
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Jeremy groaned, waking up from a horrible nightmare that he could only vaguely remember. All he knew was that he was scared and he had no chance of going back to sleep now. He checked his phone and saw that it was only 10pm.

Huh. So he only managed to get an hours sleep. The boy needed his best friend at a time like this, so that's exactly what he was going to set out to do.

Jeremy called up Michael in hope of him letting him come over.

"Yo!" Michael held his phone up to his head as his hands were occupied with completing the current level.

"Hey..." His voice was weak.

"Jeremy? What's up, dude?"

"C-can.. can I come over?"

"Course you can. Are you okay?"

"Not really... I just need to see you."

"Okay. I'm in my basement. Just let yourself in."

Jeremy didn't bother getting changed, only putting on shoes and slowly walked the 5 minute stroll it took to get to his favourite person's house in his pajama pants and a grey t-shirt.
He let himself in with the key that was hid under the mat and locked the door behind him, putting the key aside.

As he reached the basement, he took off his shoes as he saw his player two lit up from the screen in the dim room.

"Hey, Michael." Jeremy softly spoke as he sat next to his best friend of 12 years, closer than two friends would normally be. But, he needed the contact. Really badly.

"Hey, Jer. You want me to quit the game so you can join me?"

"Nah." Jeremy leaned his head in the crook of Michael's neck, somehow making it work despite him being taller than the other boy. "I just wanna watch you." He spoke, shuffling his head as he squinted his eyes at the bright screen.

"Alright then." Michael said, warming into the touch.

Jeremy yawned. "Actually. I just wanna lay down." And he did. On Michael's lap. He was now snuggled up on the floor, face on Michael's crotch, unaware of the problems that this position may cause.

"Oh." Michael almost whispered, shocked. He looked down at the boy on his lap as he lifted up his game controller.

'Focus. Michael. Focus. This is completely innocent.' He thought, lewd images taking over his mind.

Michael put a hand on Jeremy's hair, affectionately ruffling it for a short moment.

He then went back to his game while Jeremy was just innocently watching Michael kill as many zombies as he could. Evidently, it wasn't a lot.

Jeremy moved his head slightly and got into a more comfortable position and this was the point where Michael couldn't handle it anymore. He closed his eyes, holding in whatever noise that wanted to escape his lips, causing him to die in-game. Game over.

10 seconds later, game over.

And again, the following 10 seconds.

Jeremy, confused, turned his head so his face was naively touching Michael's crotch, finally spoke up. "Why are you doing so bad, Mikey?"

/He's on my. The nickname. Too much./

At this point, Michael just paused the game and put the controller down.