7. “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.” for Mellman?
i love this holy shit charlie jdshjskd lets just say this is post my mellman fic established relationship and all
When the door open Michael jerked his head up with a lopsided smile. One leg was dangling off Jared’s bed where he was splayed out. This had become a normal occurrence since they’d made a very against the rules copy of Jared’s dorm key. And he’d gotten very good at tagging along with groups to slip past the student ID locked door up to the actual dorms. Which.. definitely was a huge security problem but Michael just tried not to think about it. Besides, he made some acquaintances on Jared’s floor - there were people who were used to him.
“Vibing?” Michael tipped his head a bit, fixing his glasses from where they’d fallen askew so Jared could come into focus.
“Laundry?” Jared wasn’t looking at him anymore, instead he was looking towards the overfilled hamper that was dangerously close to tipping over. Ever since Michael started spending multiple nights in a row it filled up at an alarming rate.
“Shit.” Right, he’d promised to do laundry in the three hour gap between the end of his last class and the end of Jared’s last class. “Can’t we last another day?”
“You said that yesterday,” the words were punctuated with a pair of boxers flung in Michael’s direction picked off the top of the pile. There was no malice in it though because when Michael caught his gaze he could see Jared’s little grin.
“C’mon, it’s cold,” Michael held out his arms letting his head fall back against the pillows after knocking the discarded boxers off the comforter back onto the floor. After a second he put on his best baby voice, drawing out his words, “come here, c’mon, kisses.”
“Nope,” Jared said, tossing a sock towards him now before crouching down to pull a laundry basket out from under his bed, “you cannot tempt me, vixen.”
“Jare,” Michael practically whined, rolling onto his stomach as he watched Jared collect some laundry in the basket. One arm hung off the bed and he lazily waved it in Jared’s direction, vying for his attention. “I haven’t seen you all day.”
“I’ll literally never kiss you again dude.” Jared straightened up, laundry basket half full and braced on his hip as he held it with one arm. “I need clothes, you can just drive home, asshole.”
“Wait no,” with a little jolt Michael slid off the bed, catching himself so he didn’t drop into a pile on the floor, “don’t take kissing away from me.”
That got a snort of laughter out of Jared and Michael was beaming at him. Getting him to laugh never got old - especially when it was one like that, unrestrained.
“Help me then, dickhead.”
Michael couldn’t say no to that, giving a dramatized sigh before he moved to tug sheets and blankets off Jared’s bed - if they were doing a laundry day they might as well have dryer fresh blankets to fight off the late November chill. Bunching them up he shoved them into the basket Jared was holding, leaving it overflowing just a bit. With that he grabbed their hamper basket and turned back to his boyfriend, rolling his eyes. “Alright, let’s do this.”
At least he was rewarded with a quick peck - he could feel the smile on Jared’s lips against his own.