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‘Oh,’ Michael thinks when Jeremy kisses him. ‘This is a lot more awkward then I thought it would be.’
Their teeth clang together uncomfortably, and Michael feels almost bad despite the raging firetruck red covering his face. They continue kissing though, and it feels almost calming, despite not knowing how anything goes against each other. Michael loves boys. He likes Jeremy. He likes Jeremy’s long blonde hair, he likes his little smirk when he says a godawful pickup line that still flusters Michael. He loves how right it feels to put his arms around him. He loves how he feels understood.
Jeremy must notice he’s stopped kissing back, because he pulls away. “Hey man, something the matter?” He says nervously. That’s another thing Michael likes about him. His voice is so soft. Michael feels like he could listen to him talk all day.
“Jeremy.” Michael collects all of the boldness he has left after Jeremy just kissed the shit out of him.
“Uh, yeah?”
Michael holds Jeremy close, even though they’re already squished together. He can barely get the words out without a stutter. “You’re so pretty it almost hurts.”
Jeremy sputters for a moment. It feels good for Jeremy to be the one red in the face for once. “Wha- dude. You can’t just say that.”
But Michael can say that. Michael can say that all day long. He can compliment this gorgeous boy until the sun is as low as his self esteem. Until his voice is shot and he falls asleep in Jeremy’s lap. Holy shit. Michael has a kinda boyfriend.
Michael could trace the freckles on his face. He could lay deep under a soft comforter, with Jeremy by his side, asleep from watching a movie together. He could kiss him good morning, and just lay in silence for a bit, content with the world. All the memories of his past feel insignificant compared to the new ones he has a chance to make with Jeremy.
Though Michael has only been daydreaming for a minute, Jeremy snaps his fingers in his face. “Hey man, I know my beauty is enough to kill a small town, but I’d like to get back to kissing the prettiest boy ever now.” Jeremy stops and considers. “If you want, of course!-“
Michael shuts him up with another kiss. It’s better then the last one.
After a few minutes, Jeremy pulls away. Michael feels the childish urge to pout dramatically. “Fritz,” Jeremy says, his face lightly brushing the crook of Michael’s neck. “What do you like about me?”
“You’re very charming.” Is what Michael’s brain settles on after a moment of contemplation. “You’re so smart, and nice. You’re very lovely to be around. Whenever I’m with you-“ Michael has a little voice crack. “-I feel like every other word you say makes me want to kiss you.”
Jeremy’s face flushes. Michael didn’t think that was possible anymore. “Dude- dude you’re gonna kill me!” Jeremy groans. “Kind, smoking hot, and you’re nice to me!? You’re after my fucking heart, man.”
‘Yeah.’ Michael thinks to himself. ‘Maybe so.’