(Smut warning, but there also lotsssss of plot leading up to it- sorry if you just wanna get to the banging, you can skip to it if you want, I put it in bold.)

(Jeremy's POV)

Wow. Wow wow wow. Damn. Michael is HOT. What the fuck. How did I never notice that before?

Oh right. Christine.

Ever since her and I broke up, and went to just being friends, I swear I haven't been able to take my eyes off Michael.

I have no idea why.

We are currently in the town pool, goofing around and relaxing, because school just let out for the Summer. There weren't many other people there, maybe ten, and mostly little kids with parents/guardians.

Michael was floating around on his back, laughing and talking to me about everything he wanted to do this Summer, before Senior year comes and crushes our spirits for good.

Where was I? I was in the corner, as far away from him as I could get, trying to hide my growing boner.

"Hey, bro, you good?"

Shit.

"Yep," I popped the P, because I knew he thought that was hilarious. Maybe I could distract him.

"Are you sure? You kinda look like you gotta pee or something."

Nope. There's no distracting him once he's on a topic.

"Nah, I just..." wait. He just gave me the perfect excuse! "Actually, Yeah, I do! You're right, uh, I'm just gonna... uh... go to the bathroom. Yeah."

I turned, put my hands up on the concrete, and pulled myself out of the pool. The bathroom was directly across from the edge of the pool, and I ran as fast as I could to it, hoping no one would notice the tent in my swimming trunks.

I opened the bathroom door, and found the whole room empty. I sighed in relief.

I picked the farthest stall, locking myself in it and pulling down my shorts.

Damn. I wasn't sure if I should try jerking myself off to alleviate the the pressure, or just try to calm down and ride it out.

Ride. Shit. My dick twinges a little bit at the mental image brought up by that word.

Nonononono. I can't jerk myself off in a public bathroom. That's disgusting.

But I want to. I want to so bad. I'm just about to give up and grab myself-

When I hear the door open.

Please don't be Michael, please don't be Michael, please please please don't be-

"Jeremy? Where are you? Are you takin' a shit?"

I take a deep breath.

"No."

"Oh, good. I was worried you were, like, dead or something."

"Nope, not dead, just... in a bit of a... predicament."

"What's wrong?"

"Um... it's a... more of a predickament- if you get what I'm saying?"

"Oh, that's an oof. You need help?"

Yes, I would love your help. But that's not what he meant.

"Uh... I don't really know what you can do at this point, it's kinda... uh... well, you know."

"I can go get my robe- you can put it on, and we can leave."

"Oh. Yeah. That would work. Would you do that?"

"Yeah... I just said I would." He chuckled, smooth and low, and that was really not helpful. I grunted a bit.

"Jere? You good?"

"Yep," I knew my voice was strained, but I also knew there was nothing I could do about it at this point. "Just... could you go get that robe, please?"

"Right." I heard him open and close the door. I quickly pulled up my shorts, and dropped down onto the toilet seat, resting my head in my hands. What was I gonna do? Nothing, I guess. I would just have to wait until I got home.

The door opened again.

"Jere," Oh, that nickname. I, again, had to resist touching myself. A pink, fluffy bathrobe was hung over the door, and I whipped it down, flung it over my shoulders, and pushed my arms into the sleeves. I pulled the two sides over my front, and knotted the-equally as fluffy- ribbon-thing (a/n I can't remember the word lol sorry), effectively creating a bulge in the material to hide my own.

I opened the stall door, saw Michael looking at me, and immediately regretting leaving it. He looked confused, amused, (a/n that rhymes lmao) and a little bit of something I couldn't place. It was almost lustful- but no, no way would he be lusting over me getting hard. Never.

"What?" I snapped at him, jokingly.

"Nothing, just... you look really... uh... nevermind." He looked away from me, down at his feet.

"No, what is it? Do I look bad or something?"

He faced me, and seemed apalled at the thought. "No, no, that's not what I meant, I didn't- you don't- you never... uh- no."

And then, I'm a brilliant moment of... I don't even know- I stepped right up to him, backed him against the counter, and trailed my finger down his jawline, pulling him to look down at me. "Well," I whispered, in what I hoped was a seductive voice, "What did you mean?"

His eyes were wide, a big nervous grin on his face. "Jeremy... what are you... what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" I did the 'flick-your-eyes-to-the-other-person's-lips thing, that I had seen done in... every single fanfic- when I looked up again, his eyelids were half-shut. Was I... turning him on? Haha, no way.

He licked his lips, pulling the bottom one under his upper teeth for just a second. My cock loved that. Hell, I loved that.

"I... uh- w-well... nothing." He stood up straight, forcing me to slide off of him. When did I lean on him? Front-to-front?

"C'mon, Jere, lets go to my place."

Shit, I wasn't ever gonna get home to cure this boner, was I?

—
(Le time skip)
(Still Jeremy's POV)

We were just sitting on the couch in Michael's basement, eating some chips, when he randomly brought up the exact thing I was hoping he'd forget about.

"So... what got you hard? At the pool?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"He giggles a little, and joked, "Was it... me?" He leaned into my side a little, smiling up at me.

Gosh, he was cute.

But also really hot.

When I didn't respond, just stared at him with my mouth slightly agape, his smile faded. He sat back up, away from me.

"Was it me?"

He wasn't joking this time. I turned my head, crossing my arms over my chest in discomfort. I was wearing one of his shirts, which had a really cool drawing of a super depressed-looking little blonde girl, and a French title that I couldn't for the life of me pronounce. It was a little too big on me, making it super comfy.

"Jeremy? Did I... did I make you hard?" He laughed a little bit, but sounded worried all the same.

"Uh- er- nooo......."

I wasn't being very convincing.

"Dude! You totally got turned on by me!" He laughed. "What did I do? What was it?"

He was taking it better than expected.

"Uh... I don't know, you were just... kinda floating there? And I think you're just kinda... really hot. So I... yeah."

"So what you're saying is... it wasn't anything I did, it was... just me? Just me, doing whatever the hell I was doing, I was enough to get you hard."

"Uh... yeah. Yeah, I guess so."

"Bro, do you... like me?"

"Of course I like you! Were best friends!"

He gave me the 'you-know-what-I-mean' look. Then he actually said "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do."

"You do know what I mean? Or you do like me?"

"...Yes."

(Smut starts here)

He pounced at me, grabbed my shoulders, and pinned me to the couch. I dropped my chips, but I didn't care. I was getting hard, again. God, I needed some good porn right about now. But I guessed that maybe Michael was about to be my real-life porn.

Michael was straddling me. We looked into eachother's eyes for a few seconds, before he starting planting kisses all over my neck. I groaned.

"Jeremy... you broke up with Christine, right?"

"Yes... shit, don't stop!"

He growled into my collarbone. It was about the hottest thing I'd ever heard. I wrapped my arms around him and dug my fingernails into his back as he bit, licked, and sucked on my neck to give me hickeys.

He pulled back. "Do you... do you want to do this?"

I stared up at this beautiful man, this boy who has never left my side, even when I left his, and I knew.

"Yes."

He smirked. "Good, because I definitely do." He placed one last kiss to my lips, and ran over to his nightstand. "You, get naked while I look for the lube."

I complied. Once I was stripped, I laid down on the couch while his back was still turned, stretched out my legs, propped myself up on my elbows, and waited.

He came back over to me and, upon seeing my position, went very red.

"Are you ready, Micha?" I used the same sexual tone that I'd used in the pool bathroom, but this time without any doubts or holding back.

"Jeremy," he said, sitting back on top of me, "I've been ready for years."

He lubed up his fingers, and brought them down out of my sight. He looked at me for confirmation, then slowly stuck one finger inside me.

I moaned in pleasure, but also pain. It was honestly one of the strangest things I'd ever felt, but I knew that once I got used to it, it would feel great.

Michael looked at me, and waited. Precious, perfect Michael. He was just waiting for me. I nodded at him, and he started moving his finger.

"Oh my god, Micha, Mikey, wow... woah... put another one in."

He did and I shrieked.

"Damn," he said, "I'm so glad my moms are out getting groceries."

I laughed a little, and he started moving both fingers at once. I started breathing hard, panting and moaning his name, and various cusses.

Without warning, another finger entered me, and a low grunt escaped my mouth. He huffed and began pumping his fingers, faster and faster.

We were both breathing heavily, saying eachothers' names and meaningless words as we came undone.

He slowed to a stop, and I glared at him.

"Why would you stop?!"

"I wanna... Oh, Jeremy... can I fuck you now?"

"Oh, yes, please, Micha, please, yes, now?"

He pulled out of me. I moaned (obviously). He pulled off all his clothes, and while he lubed up, I was bathed in his glory. He was soft, but not too much; just the right height; his dick... damn. Blessed man. I was about to be a blessed man, as well.

He was perfect.

He got back on me, lined up his cock, and slammed into me. We both yelled in pleasure. My hands went above my head, to the arm of the couch.

He kneeled between my legs, pulled them over his shoulders so he could get a better angle, and started moving.

It was slow at first, then a little quicker, and a little harder, and more and more and more, until he was going as fast as he could, and I was gripping that couch's arm for dear life, lest I fly away, from the pleasure he was giving me.

We were moaning and panting (mostly him), yelling and whimpering (mostly me), and everything in between. All thought left my head, and I was sure the same thing was happening to him. Words were only half-formed, breathy sounds.

He let out a final yell ("Jeremy!") and came inside me. I was filled with warm liquid as he slowed down, pulled out, and kissed me.

I loved the kiss, but there would be time for that later.

"Michael... I need to cum... please..."

He smiled against my mouth, then moved down to my dick.

He kissed the tip, licked the slit, kissed down the side- everything but take it in his mouth.

"Stop t-teasing me, please just-" I sucked in a breath when I felt warmth and wetness around the end of it.

He looked up at me, and we locked eyes. He started bobbing his head (around my 'head' hehe). Every few times he went down, he would go farther, until he was going up and down at the very base of my length.

"N-no gag reflex at all, huh?" I shakily laughed.

He hummed an 'mmhm'- but with his mouth around me, the vibrations went straight to my cock, and I came.

He grunted, swallowed some, and gave me one last suck before pulling off.

He came back up to my face, and touched our noses.

"Aren't you gonna lick me clean?"

He sighed and went back down.

"Fine, but you are giving me cuddles after this!"

I laughed.

(Another time skip bc I want to)

We sat on the couch, back in our clothes, Michael leaning on me, me playing with his hair.

"So," I joked, "does this mean you like me, too?"

He laughed. "Jeremy, I said it before- I have for years. At this point I'd say I love you, but I'm not sure you're ready for that."

I laughed. "Yeah, maybe not, but... I think I will. I don't think it'll take long before I'll be able to confidently say that I Love You Too."

He looked up at me, smiling. We kissed softly on the lips, then went back to cuddling- because what else are you supposed to do when you just had sex with the person you love?