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Michael curled in on himself, attempting to ignore the continuous buzzing of his phone, lighting up the bright light of the basement, which he had basically turned into his bedroom. From what he could tell with the growing wetness in his boxers, he was having a pretty okay dream and he was confused on who would text him this early. He rubbed his eyes, putting his glasses on his face and checking his phone, which proved to be a bad idea as he forgot to turn the brightness down before he went to bed.
He groaned, a headache forming as he checked his phone.
Player 2: hey micah. u up?
Player 1: i am now whats up jeremiah
Player 2: srry for waking u up but now that ur up could we call
Michael sighed, sitting up and pulling Jeremy’s cardigan closer to himself before firing a text back to Jeremy.
Player 1: fine, dude
As soon as Jeremy had read the text, Michael’s phone rang, some random Bob Marley song he had set as his ringtone for Jeremy. He stood and moved to his bean bag, listening to rustling and loud banging music coming from Jeremy’s end. After waking up, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, so he decided he’d just play Apocalypse of the Damned. Him and Jeremy were in college now, and many other games had come out but Michael liked the feel of playing his old game, finishing it over and over again.
Jeremy had finally seemed to realize that he was on the phone, a soft giggle coming from his end. “Hey, man.” He slurred, laughing softly as he talked to the other male. Michael laughed too, simply to show that he was there. He might’ve been upset about being woken up in 2 in the morning but it was worth it to hear his roommate's voice.
“What’s up, man?” Michael replied, trying to forget the wetness in his boxers that had yet to concede. Hopefully talking to Jeremy would do that for him. (Though he highly doubted it, Jeremy always had a way to turn him on.
“Heyyyyy, Micah. Rich said to call you for some reason. I wasn’t listening.” Michael just chuckled at him, nodding although Jeremy couldn’t see him.
“Give me that.”
“Richhhhh.” He heard Jeremy whine as the phone was taken out of his hand.
“Come pick up your drunk boyfriend. He won’t stop crying about Christine and drinking all my booze.” Rich explained, clearly urging Michael to come.
“Why’s he crying over Christine?”
“Just get your fucking filipino ass over here before I throw Jeremy out to the road.”
Michael just laughed at his words, hanging up on Rich and throwing on the jeans he had left by his bed. He pulled his shoes on and grabbed his car keys, his mothers’ car that they had given him when they had moved to a small apartment where they lived, leaving Michael the house knowing damn well he’d need it.
He drove to Rich’s frat house, loud music bursting from the speakers they had both outside and inside the building. Jeremy was outside vomiting with Rich patting his back, rolling his eyes.
“I told you not to fucking drink that much, idiot. Maybe next time you’ll fucking listen.”
“But Christine left me and Michael’s at his house. I’m alone.” He whined, wiping the vomit from his chin. Rich spotted Michael walking forward and he let out a refreshed sigh.
“Please, get this idiot out of my house. He’s drunk, crying, and totally ruining the vibe of the party.” Rich exclaimed, helping Jeremy to his feet and pushing him toward Michael. Michael just nodded and hurled his friend up, who flopped himself onto Michael. He reeked of alcohol, sweat, tears, and weed.
“Let’s get you home and some water, you adorable idiot.” Jeremy just mumbled against his neck, sounding like he was agreeing with what he was saying. Michael helped Jeremy to his car, resting him into the chair.
“Ah, cold!” Jeremy whined as Michael’s AC blew freezing air onto his face. Michael shook his head softly and helped Jeremy buckle up and shut the door. He turned the AC off and rolled the windows down as Jeremy rested his head on the car door as Michael settled in the driver's seat, starting off on the road.
“I want McDonald’s.” Jeremy whined, grabbing for Michael's hand and laying his head on it. Michael rolled his eyes.
“Fine, lightweight. I would say you’re going to have to pay me back for this but the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow is going to make you a grouch anyway, so I’ll say that’s payment enough.” He moved his hand from Jeremy’s face, resting it back on the wheel. He’d never admit this but any contact that Jeremy gave him made his heart flutter and he wasn’t feeling like romanticizing or getting horny over his drunk friend.
They pulled into the McDonald’s, ordering what they’d like and pulling into a parking lot of an abandoned parking lot. “Christine broke up with me.” Jeremy muttered, shoving his face with food as he drank his water and attempted to sober up.
“Aw Jer-bear, I’m sorry that happened. But, that’s not an excuse to get drunk out of your mind and vomit all over Rich’s porch.” Jeremy laughed, nodding.
“This might seem really weird man, but can I like, suck your dick?” Jeremy muttered, taking another sip of his water.
Michael looked at him confused, “Um, what?”
“I asked if I could suck your dick.”
“No, I heard you, but why, dude?”
Jeremy laughed, “In all honesty, I’m drunk, high, and you’re hot as fuck.”
Michael took a big drink from his fizzy soda, laughing awkwardly. “That’s exactly why you shouldn’t. You’re drunk and high, you can’t consent to anything. You’re not thinking straight. You also seem to forget that I’m trans, I don’t really have a ‘dick.’” Jeremy nudged his shoulder.
“Michael, you’re literally fucking hot. I’m sober enough to know that and the fact that I want to suck you or eat you out or whatever you do. I’m horny and I want to suck you off, especially all the times I’ve seen you naked. You are literally the hottest person, for fucks sakes. Please, Michael Mell, may I suck your fucking dick before I’m too sober to be embarassed by the fact that I’m literally asking to suck my bro’s dick.”
Michael’s face was flushed, as well as Jeremy’s- both from the alcohol and what he had asked of Michael. “Shit man, I don’t…”
Jeremy kissed him, a bit rough from his arousal shutting the boy up. “Don’t think about this, man. Doesn’t make either of us gay. Just let me suck you.”
Michael just nodded, leaning back in his seat and flopping his arm over his eyes. Jeremy made quick work at his pants and boxers, leaving them resting at his thighs. Michael had gone through top and bottom surgery, and Jeremy smiled as he flicked over Michael’s small cock, Michael letting out a soft gasp.
Not wanting to waste any time, he leaned over the chair and took Michael’s small cock into his mouth, letting his tongue maneuver over his twitching cock. Jeremy knew a bit about how a vagina worked after the squip incident with Brooke and Chloe. He never experienced that with Christine, ending in a lot of sexual frustration but she was asexual, so he ignored it with how he fantastized about Christine.
He brought his thoughts away from Christine, focusing on the sounds Michael made as he sucked him, rubbing his thumb against his slit, enjoying the way Michael moaned and ground against his thumb. He pushed it into Michael’s welcoming cunt, living in the way Michael gripped at his hair and moaned louder. Michael ground into his face, which Jeremy didn’t mind, as he fucked into him with his fingers and ran his tongue along Michael’s small cock. He replaced his thumb with his index finger, thrusting it inside of him with his middle finger.
He loved the way that Michael writhed above him, moans flooding out of his mouth as he pulled tighter on Jeremy’s hair.
“Shit, Jer, fuck. I- ah- fuck. ‘M close, man.” He moaned, willing to stop his hips from moving into Jeremy’s face but Jeremy encouraged it, sucking harder on the boys cock and ramming his fingers against his spot, stimulating the boy in just the right way.
Michael let out moans as he finished over Jeremy’s fingers, thighs tensing as he held Jeremy’s head close to his cunt. He hunched over, resting his head on the steering wheel while he rode out his orgasm, panting heavily.
Jeremy pulled back with a smirk, lapping up Michael’s juices from his fingers. “Fuck, man, that was hot. I fucking love you.” Jeremy groaned, adjusting the tent in his pants.
Michael just panted, ignoring the words that came out of his mouth. While he was and had been pining over the boy for a while, he knew nothing Jeremy said could be trusted while he was intoxicated.
“Let me give you a hand.”
“No, Micah, I mean it.”
“Jere-”
“No-”
Jeremy just grabbed his face, pressing his lips to the tan male, gripping his hair. “I love you. I have for a while.”
“Let me give you a hand and we’ll talk about this when you’re sober.”