I feel like this idea is so played out and over written, but I am such a slut for bestfriend!michael and the idea of drunk michael I couldn’t resist writing my own.
“Need a ride there, buddy?” You slowed your car down in front of your best friends favorite bar. You had gotten a phone call from the drunk boy rambling about his thoughts on loyalty and dicks before chicks. After a few minutes of being sufficiently confused you had gathered that Luke left with a girl leaving Michael without a ride home. So of course you’d paused your movie, rolled out of bed, and made your way to the car in your pajamas to go retrieve your hilariously drunken friend. Michael stood at the curb waiting for you, slightly swaying back and forth a little dazed from the alcohol.
“(Y/N)!!!” He shouted, arms punching into the air with excitement. You let out a loud laugh at his child like enthusiasm and leaned over pushing the passenger door open for him. He made his way over to your car, only tripping over his big combat boots once. He plopped down on the seat letting out a loud oofff.
“Thank youuuu, (Y/N). You are THE best friend. The very best. Did you know that? The best,” Michael said loudly. He began to make sad attempts at buckling his seat belt. Trying to clumsily push the buckle into the lock never being able to make it in the slot just right, and every time he got close the seat belt would lock not allowing him anymore slack. He let out a big sigh and flopped back in his chair, the belt slapped back up with a loud smack.
“Your seat belt is broken, (Y/N). You should really get that thing fixed. It’s very dangerous to not have a seat belt (Y/N). Very dangerous and very broken,” He said dramatically. You chuckled as you leaned across him over to grab the abandoned belt. Your chest brushed against his when you reached for the seat belt.
“Whoa there missy. You gotta take me out to dinner before you make these kind of moves on me. What kind of guy do you think I am?” Michael said with wide eyes. You shook your head in disbelief a smile on your face, quickly buckling his seat belt with ease and returning to your seat.
“You’re dumb,” You let out another laugh. You’d forgotten how chatty Michael got when he was drunk. You also forgot how hilarious he was when he acted like this. “I promise I won’t ever make any kind of those moves on you,” You told him. Not that you didn’t think about doing those kinds of things with Michael. Those thoughts occupied your mind quite often. How his lips would feel moving against yours. How his body would feel pressed against yours without all the restriction of clothing. How you just knew his fingers would be talented for something other than playing the guitar, something that would end with you screaming his name from inside your bedroom instead of from a seat in a crowded arena. But that wasn’t ever going to happen. You were too afraid to ruin your long time friendship. You were convinced Michael didn’t and couldn’t ever feel the same way. So you stuck with being just his best friend, nothing more.
He let out a loud sigh, “Don’t remind me.”
You shot him a confused look, “Don’t remind you of what?”
“Don’t remind me we will never do that kind of stuff with each other,” He said with a huff. You weren’t sure if you were hearing him right, but he sounded angry?
“And you are upset about this fact?” You asked, curious to hear if he was actually talking about what you thought he was.
“Well, of course!” He exclaimed dramatically. “Look at you! I would be crazy if I didn’t want to do some naughty sexy stuff with you.”
You usually would have laughed at his use of ‘naughty sexy stuff’, but you were too shocked. Before you could get caught up in the confession you were reminded of the fact Michael was very drunk. He probably didn’t have any idea what he was actually talking about.
“Mikey, you’re drunk. You don’t mean that,” You said, shaking your head lightly.
“No, I’m n-Well, okay yeah I am drunk, but I know what I am saying. I mean it,” You were taken aback with how sober he suddenly sounded. “I want to kiss you all the time, kiss you hard and fast and take your breath away. Then slow and tease you until you beg me for more. I want to feel every inch of you with my hands, mouth, tongue. All of it. I want to taste you because God knows you probably taste like heaven. I want to fuck you so hard that the only thing you can say when I’m done is my name…I don’t want to only do naughty sexy stuff though. I want to hold your hand too and kiss your forehead and cuddle you and take some fucking cutesy pictures together. Maybe take some cutesy fucking pictures too, if you know what I mean.”
You were actually speechless. That was probably the last thing you thought would come out of Michaels mouth. That was not the response you expected. You thought you were gonna get something along the lines of,”Haha of course I’m shitting you. You are so crazy (Y/N)!” You had been so distracted by his confession you hadn’t even realized you pulled into your drive way.
“BUT ALAS,” Michael said loudly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “That will never happen. I am going to be alone forever. I am going to be like that little forever alone meme. Do you remember that meme, (Y/N)? I am going to be a new meme (Y/N)! The sad boy meme who gets hard thinking about having sex with his best friend! Is that too much information? I don’t care. I want to have sex with you and now you know. Not like it matters anyway because you are you and I am me and its never gonna happen.” Once he finished he attempted to make a dramatic exit from the car, but the alcohol in his system made him a clumsy mess. You quickly got out and raced around the car to help him. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. You held onto him for a moment just to be sure he was steady enough to stand on his own. Michael took this moment to pull your body flush against his. A small gasp left your lips at the sudden contact.
“Now would it be really that bad if I kissed you right now?” You looked into his eyes then down at his lips, that were so close to yours, and pondered that exact question. What was holding you back? Let yourself have this moment. Give yourself this little thing, his lips on yours as you stand in the middle of your driveway at one in morning. Let yourself taste the alcohol on his lips, the reminder that this was all temporary, just for tonight. That this would last just until the alcohol faded away, until he had no recollection of the words he spoke and the actions he took. What would be so bad about one little kiss? So you tangled your fingers into his hair and pulled his face to you. That little touch was all the encouragement Michael needed. He dipped his head towards you and molded his lips to yours. He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth and gently tugged, eliciting a moan from you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you felt his arms tighten around your waist pulling you even closer to him. You pulled your mouth away from him, just slightly, to catch your breath from all these overwhelming feelings your were having, and he leaned his forehead against yours not hiding the smile on his lips. The feeling of your mouths on each others was exactly what you both had wanted and dreamed about. You let yourself get lost in the forests in his eyes ignoring the reality of the situation; he was going to wake up tomorrow and not remember any of this.
It was this moment when you realized exactly what was so wrong with allowing yourself a taste of him. Now that you had it you knew one little kiss would never be enough.
