Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

two player gay

two player game but jeremy isn't an idiot

jeremys pov
"soooooo... what do you think?"

"rich is scamming you, he's scamming you super weirdly." michael yelled.

"ok, but what if he's not! i mean, this could be huge!" i paused the game, "all i have to do is give the guy... who torments me... six... hundred.... yea he's totally scamming me." i sigh and rest my face in my hands.

"hey dude don't worry, we'll be cool in college!" michael laughs. i sigh again.

"but, i just... i don't know, i guess the more i think about it, the more i realize that i don't really want christine." i grumble.

"you... you don't?" michaels voice sounded... hopeful?

"i guess... i just don't know, i don't like her that much anymore. don't get me wrong, she's really nice but i think i like someone else." i say, secretly thinking about the guy sitting next to me.

"oh, well that's cool." he muttered.

"hey dude, you know that you are my favorite person?" i laugh, looking at him.

he scoots his beanbag closer and got his face close to mine. "is it really true? i'm your fawvowite pewson?" michael giggles and rubs his nose against mine.

i laugh and hug him tight, our noses and foreheads still touching. both our eyes closed and enjoying each other's presence.

i slowly opened my eyes to find michael staring at me. "hey." he whispered.

i giggle and respond, "hey."

suddenly, some sort of force pulled me towards him and i closed the gap between us. i fluttered my eyes closed and savored the taste of his lips. they tasted like cherry slush, weed, and coffee.

i felt him kiss back and smiled.

reality hit me like the bus that hit regina george and i pulled back. i scrambled to the other side of the room and started yelling out almost incoherent apologies.

"IMSORRYIDONTKNOWWHYIDIDTHAT" i yelled and covered my face.

"IDONTKNOWWHYIDIDTHATEITHER" michael yelled back.

"WHY ARE WE STILL YELLING?" i yelled.

"I DON'T... i don't know." michael chuckled.

"so... we kissed."i muttered, doing the 👉👈 hands.

"umm.... yea. did you not like it?" michael questioned.

"i'm the one who did it first." i deadpan.

"right... does that mean what i think it means?" he blushed.

"i think it does." i murmur, scooting closer to him.

michael nods, snaking his arm around my waist and looking away. glancing at him and smile. i lean in and peck his temple and wrap my arms around his torso, stuffing my head into his neck.

i hear michael giggle and feel him hug back.

"i love you." i whisper.

"i love you too." michael responds and kisses my hair. "jeez, you need to shower, your hair is so greasy."

"oh shut up, you smell good and i want to cuddle you." i mumble into his chest.

"thank you, i actually take showers, unlike you." michael grumbled jokingly.

"i will break up with you right now, bitch." i threaten.

michael gasped, "how dare you?"

"so, boyf riends?" i ask, quickly pecking his lips.

"boyf riends." michael giggled.

"now, c'mere." i giggle. michael smiles brightly and crawls in my lap, facing sideways and wrapping his arms around my torso.

"bitch, you're taller, why am i holding you." i question. he shrugs and kisses my forehead lazily.

and that day consisted of cuddling on the beanbags, video games and the squip long forgotten.

short but cute?