A/N — ignore the fact I haven’t posted a tickle fic in like almost a year LMAO
“You’re literally so ticklish.” Michael hummed and gently lifted up his head to look up at Jeremy from his quite comfortable position between his legs.
Jeremy’s face felt warm as he glared down at Michael, only half as intimidating as intended. “I’m not even that much. You’re overexaggerating it!”
“Was I overexaggerating it that time we were trying to practice dancing?”
It had been a few days before some school dance in sixth grade. Normally, Jeremy wouldn’t have even thought about going to one, but he wanted to at least try and see what one was really like.
That’s how Michael and him decided to practice dancing for it, not taking it too seriously at all. Until they jokingly tried a waltz and Jeremy would start giggling and squirming at Michael’s hands on his hips.
There was more to that memory, but Jeremy got distracted from it by a gentle squeeze being delivered to his side.
“Hey!” Jeremy squeaked out and grabbed Michael’s wrist quickly, face now going from warm to hot. “First of all, ‘overexaggerating’ wouldn’t even be how you’d say that.”
“Deflecting much?” Michael teased with a smirk as he gently lifted up Jeremy’s shirt.
The anticipation and tips of Michael’s fingers resting on his tummy seemed to break the giggle dam for Jeremy. “Michael!”
“Hey, I’m not tickling you.” He pointed out, resting his head back down on its original place on Jeremy’s tummy before the whole ticklish argument started.
Jeremy played with Michael’s hair, still coming down from his giggle fit as he played with it. “You knew what you were doing.”
“Nope.” Michael lied, eyes closed as he laid oh so comfortably on his dear Jeremy. He was laying the side of his head on Jeremy’s tummy, ear pressed against it.
“Michael, I love you, but this is making me feel pregnant.”
“How the fuck..?” Michael opened his eyes and moved his head to look at Jeremy again, now frowning. “You ruined the moment.”
“First of all, you ruined it first by throwing around these being ticklish accusations. Second of all, because it feels like you’re trying to listen to my nonexistent baby.”
“Well, to address your second comment first, if I were to lay down with my face directly on your tummy for a long time, I would suffocate and die.”
Jeremy’s tummy did somersaults as Michael poked his side with a smile.
“As for the first comment? That accusation can kind of be proven with this.”
And that’s how the giggle dam was broken once again with Michael’s blowing a raspberry on Jeremy’s tummy.
