“Beanbagging” SFW Preview
Hey, dudes. I’ve been working on a fic and figured I’d go ahead and put out a preview for it while I plan the end of it. This is all of the relatively SFW content before we bring out the big guns. If you want to read the full fic, in all its NSFW glory, it’ll be tagged as ‘Beanbagging’ if you want to look out for it. It will also be on AO3 under the same name!
(LINK TO FULL NSFW FIC HERE)
Enjoy reading!
The little pixelated man jumped up and down on screen, dodging monsters, grabbing coins, and putting his life on the line, while Jeremy Heere sat in the comfort of his room. He was doing pretty well, actually. He almost always had a lower score than Michael, who seemed to be having a bit of an off day in Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy heard the tell tale 8bit whoops of a fallen comrade as the other character on screen twirled head over heels and died.
Jeremy looked over to his best friend in the beanbag beside his own, with a look of concern. Michael was never this bad at Apocalypse. The last time Jeremy could remember Michael being this off in a game was the day Michael had first asked him out on a date five months ago.
Red had painted his face before he could even register what his best friend had even said. Wanted to go where!? On a what!? With who!?
"I- what do you- uhh- what?"
Micheal pulled his hood down to cover his eyes. "I just- I don't know man, I've kinda liked you for a while and I just thought I should ask. I'm sorry I'll just- I know we're best friends, and there are boundaries. Like, 'Why did I just ruin this?' Haha. Nevermind we can just go back to the game, or I could uhh, just leave."
Michael stood up to leave and started to make his way towards the door before Jeremy could come to. Jeremy lunged toward Michael, grabbing his pantleg with an abrupt, "Gah- wait!"
Michael looked down at Jeremy, eyes wide and mouth open ever so slightly. Jeremy met his eye and suddenly looked down at the shag carpet, which really needed to be vacuumed. When was the last time he vacuumed?
"Umm... How long?"
"What?"
"How long have you uhh... liked me?"
Michael looked out of the corner of his eye at the scoreboard of Apocalypse of the Damned. He hadn't had a score that low since he was 8! Lame.
"I don't know. At least a year and a half. Or, well, that's when I kinda realized you we're kinda... the best."
The best!? What kind of confession was that?! Jeremy was the greatest, most beautiful boy he'd ever seen! He was one of the only people who accepted Michael for all he was, and never once bagged on him for practicing his voice, or wearing his binder, or coming out of either closet that he was in for so long. Jeremy knew he was gay and knew he was trans and still stayed his friend. That's more than most people gave him, even his parents. And he just had to go and ruin it! He crossed the line and now their friendship was going to trickle down into nothing while Jeremy's new friends ask if that guy trying to get his attention was the same one that asked him out and ruined his life. And he'd say 'Yeah, we were best friends for years, but he crossed the line like an idiot and now it's weird to be around him.'
"Its been about a month for me."
Michael snapped right out of his little nightmare scenario and back into Jeremy's room, where it sounded like this perfect boy might actually feel the same.
"What?"
Jeremy stood up from his sprawled position on the floor to stand next to his best friend of 12 years and crush of one month.
"You were- uhh- you were playing that game on your DS with the town? And all the little animal people? And you had just caught some fish, a Great White Shark, I think, and you were just so happy? You showed me and your smile was just... the best I had ever seen and I don't know what happened I just..."
Michael was suddenly grabbed and squeezed so tightly he though he was going to burst from pressure or joy, whichever came first. He confessed his feelings and the boy was actually hugging him! Truly a miracle! He could feel God in this Jeremy's tonight.
"So, yeah. Lets go out!" Jeremy lightened up his grip and brought his face back to look at Michael. "I don't know what would really be different about 'going out' than what we already do now, but I want to!"
Michael was beaming at him, like Jeremy had just given him a limited edition 64 controller still in the packaging on Hanukkah. Or Pasko, if it was for Michael. Anyways, it was like he'd gotten a really nice gift.
"I know one thing that will make it different!" Michael took Jeremy's face in his hands, while Jeremy's eyes widened and his heart raced. "I get to do this!"
Michael's lips smashed against his with so much excitement, it was a miracle Michael actually hit what he was aiming for. Jeremy could see everything, eyes wide open from being surprised with his first kiss by his best friend. He could see Michael's eyes closed, with the corners pinched up from smiling. He could see, in the corner of his eye, the screen of his TV going dim from being left on idle for so long, game forgotten. He looked back over to Michael and finally closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss, the only thing he could hear was 8bit music and the squeals of Michael's excitement coming up from his throat.
So what could it be that has him so distracted he can't even beat Jeremy in Apocalypse?
"Hey man, that's like, the third time you've died. Whats up?"
Micheal sighed and put his controller down. "I just... don't really feel like playing, I guess." He pushed the controller away with his foot as he got onto his hands and knees to crawl over to Jeremy's beanbag chair and sit sideways in his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.
"You don't feel like playing?" Jeremy craned his neck to look at his boyfriend, who NEVER wasn't in the mood for video games, seeking an answer to this mystery.
"You can keep playing, just... I want to do this.", he said as he began to fiddle with Jeremy's shirt.
Jeremy let out a light chuckle as he looked back at the screen. "Ok, man. You can do whatever you want."
"I can do whatever I want?"
Jeremy looked down at deep brown eyes. Bit of a weird question. "Sure, just don't spill the chips. I just vacuumed."
Michael grabbed the chip bag and placed it behind him, so he had no chance of getting crumbs all over Jeremy's clean floor (since when did he vacuum?) and settled his head back into Jeremy's neck. Time to do this.
Jeremy went back his now one player game, Michael's breath tickling his neck where stubble would be if he could actually grow any facial hair. He could feel Michael rubbing the cleave of his chest slowly with his thumb; it felt nice. Everything just felt so nice; Michael's weight on his lap, his breath on his neck, the sounds of retro video games being played, and Michael's subtle, unique scent of weed and cherry slushie.
He could feel Michael's nose start to nuzzle him, paired with a sigh of breath. And then he pressed a quick kiss onto his neck. Followed by another. And another, a little bit longer this time. Michael's hand had traveled from Jeremy's chest up to the other side of his neck, running through his hair as Michael's kisses started lasting longer and longer.
Jeremy let out a light, and a little bit sigh-y, chuckle.
"'Just want to do this.', huh?", he said as his character onscreen took damage from a monster he hadn't even been paying attention to.
"Is it ok?", he heard Michael ask, voice muffled by Jeremy's neck.
Jeremy took his hand off of the controller, moving it up to run his hand through the back of Michael's hair.
"Do you even have to ask?", and Jeremy tilted his head to the left, letting Michael have a little more room to work with.
Michael wasted no time in getting to work. He immediately planted an open mouth kiss on Jeremy's pulse point, licking the vein and nipping lightly down his neck. He could hear Jeremy let out a small gasp, followed by a slightly shaky sigh. He began to suck on Jeremy's vein, starting up a new bruise over an old, fading one.
Jeremy gave him permission to give him hickeys way in the beginning of their relationship. Jeremy loved how they felt and Michael loved to have an excuse to have Jeremy wear his hoodie to cover them up. And Michael took advantage of that permission every chance he got.
He popped off of Jeremy's neck, licking over the red oval and moved his head back to admire his work. The mark was nice and red and he knew it was going to look beautiful by tomorrow. He leaned back down to nip at the mark one last time with his teeth, tugging at Jeremy's hair just a little. Enough to let him know that this is going somewhere; that this isn't over yet.
He moved up to nibble on Jeremy's ear. As soon as his teeth hit the lobe, he heard a sharp intake of breath and the light rattle of a controller hitting carpet. Jeremy's hand was immediately on Michael's thigh, squeezing it as the video game whooped its death whoops, telling Michael that their game was now long forgotten.
