Hurt Me Once- A Boyf-riends fanfiction

Chapter 16: Boyf-riends

Last chapter, here we go! Thank you to all my readers and commenters, you mean the world to me, and motivate me through every word!

Jeremy

"You know..." Rich remarks slowly as the six of them munch on a couple of half-full baskets of graduation-celebratory fries, "Your SQUIP might have had an alternative motive for blocking your Player One." He jabs at the air with a French fry as he speaks, and Jake bites the end off of it.

"Yeah?" Michael asks, sliding closer to Jeremy. Jeremy lays his head against Michael's own, squeezing Michael's hand where they're linked, above the table this time.

His heart warms as Michael leans into him, one arm circling his waist and pulling him closer. He loves everything with Michael, but his favorite thing might just be the way he can be affectionate wherever and whenever he wants. They just hug. And kiss. And cuddle. And are generally cheesy with no remorse.

Jake nods seriously, the sober expression thwarted by the way his hand chases comically after the rest of the fry, and his finger ends up in Rich's mouth. "You liked him."

"Well, obviously." Jeremy rolls his eyes and Michael smiles at him softly. Jeremy has to slow his breathing as Michael kisses his neck. It's chaste, just a peck, really, but it's Michael.

"Yeah, like, my SQUIP blocked Jake-" Rich swallows and Jake's expression wavers for a minute, and Jeremy feels a twisting pang of leftover guilt that that's what he'd done to Michael- "Because I wanted to like girls- only girls-"

Christine and Jenna break apart for air. "I only like girls," Jenna says helpfully.

"We know," everyone else says- Jeremy exasperated, Michael laughing, Rich impatiently, and Jake looking flatly amused.

"You've made it pretty obvious," Christine adds, and the two return to their kissing.

Jeremy's happy for them, very much, and also ridiculously relieved that everything worked out without anyone's heart ending up broken.

"Anyway, Jake got in the way of my goal, because he's just so hot, you know? Like so fucking irresistible, the only way-" Jake steals the fry from Rich's hand- "Jake!" and Rich grabs another- "So the SQUIP probably knew that you like-"

"Love," Michael and Jeremy say together, and Jeremy beams, wishing he could keep a snapshot of this moment and live in it forever. The evening light, the warm glow of contentment that settles firm and gentle in his stomach as Michael scoots into his lap.

"And that's kind of a huge problem for someone trying to get you with that funky little lesbian, so it got you to block him."

"Oh," Michael whispers against Jeremy's forehead, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

Sometimes, like now, Jeremy can feel Michael curl into himself just a little, as if he's not really sure Jeremy does love him.

Jeremy really, really does love him.

"Sounds about right," Jeremy smiles, nuzzling Michael's cheek and kissing him, "You're pretty irresistible."

Michael

Awww. Jeremy is literally the sweetest boyfriend, though Michael's definitely the cheesier one.

"C'mere." Michael pulls Jeremy in, cupping his face and kissing him, not caring that there are other people around.

"God, get a room," Jenna laughs as the two start making out in earnest.

Michael tugs on Jeremy's soft hair, getting him to tilt his head. "We have a room," he mumbles, and goes back to kissing.

"We have two," Jeremy corrects, one hand sliding up Michael's back. "Michael, turn around before you snap your neck."

"You two need to learn self-control," Christine notes lightly, sliding off Jenna's lap.

"You're one to talk," Michael snickers, looking between Jenna and Christine.

"It was only a couple minutes!" Christine protests, cheeks coloring.

"Give or take fifteen more," Jake adds.

"Hey," he hears Jeremy whisper in his ear as he clambers onto Jeremy's lap so they're facing each other this time. It sends a shiver down his spine. "Do I ever tell you how sorry I am? For blocking you?"

"Every day, Jere." Michael's body warms anyway, and he presses a kiss to the spot where Jeremy's Adam's apple bobs in his smooth throat when he swallows.

Jeremy breathes out in small puffs as Michael makes his way down the pale skin at his neck, ruffling Michael's hair and making Michael wish desperately they aren't on a triple date to celebrate graduation.

"Do I ever tell you how much I love you?"

"Every day, Micha." Jeremy presses soft kisses to the pac-man on Michael's wrist, and Micheal sighs, pulling Jeremy close and letting his beautiful, awkward, heart-stoppingly cute boyfriend hold him.

"Look at them," he hears Rich say behind him from across the table.

"What about them?"

"Well I was right, wasn't I?"

"Rich. Baby. You're always right."

"Yeah."

"But what were you right about?"

"Their backpacks, Jake, that was me."

"Their backpacks?"

"Boyfriends," Michael mumbles into Jeremy's neck, feeling Jeremy's arms tighten around him as he nuzzles Jeremy. He's drifting off to sleep.

"Should we keep that, do you think?" Jeremy asks thoughtfully, "Like, to be legendary idiots? Like, if we get married, our rings could be like, husb-ands? Partn-ers?"

Holy motherfucking shit.

Michael is wide, wide awake. "Married?" he squeaks an octave higher than normal. Wow. Wowowowow. He has no words. He can feel the fizzing, bubbling, popping happiness filling him head to toe. How he was nearly asleep a minute before, he has no idea.

"I- Shit- I mean, I didn't mean to say that- I- not that I don't want to. I- I didn't mean to... I want to marry you. Someday. I would like to Hypothetically. If you want to. Do you think you would want to-?"

"Jeremy." Michael kisses him. "Player two. Yes."

~fin~

Love you all so much!! Thank you for reading, and feel free to check out my other gay musical works! This is the end of this story, but not the end of my cringe-fest. My cringe-fest will never be over, not if I have anything to say about it.

             –The Worst Writer on Wattpad

–P.S. I currently have no upcoming gay musical stories. We're looking at a SW and HP dominated line-up, so please, drop me gay musical prompts, give me time, and I will probably write them.