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i dont love cliches *sees a bakunawa/dragon michael!au with moon related jeremy* *foams at the mouth*

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"Hey Michael? You've been staring at me.”

"Oh shit. Sorry dude, you're just really fucking pretty."

"That's sappy and also gay as fuck,"

"I'm gay as fuck." Michael says, turning his head to look more intensely at Jeremy. "And I'll be as sappy as I fucking want. I love you. Shut up."

Jeremy groans and covers his face with his hands. Hoping Michael doesn't see the blush taking over.

High Michael is too much for his poor heart.

"Fuck you too." He says against his palms. "Love you too."

He whispers it. He half hopes Michael hears. Half hopes Michael knows.

But Michael is already focused on his weird documentary. His brief but intense moment of affection forgotten in favour of jellyfish.

Just his luck. He loses to fucking sea jello. They don't even have brains!

He's brought out of his internal jellyfish slander when he feels Michael's arms wrap around him. He turns and his face is so close to Jeremy's one small insane decision is all it takes for them to touch.

"You're so soft, Miah. How'd you get to be so soft? How'd you get to make me feel so warm?”

It's nothing more than intoxicated ramble for Michael. It's nothing more than drunk ramblings of his best friend high off his poison of choice. It's nothing more than a small addition to the massive ache he caries for Michael.

He forces a laugh. Don't lean away, you'll upset him. Don't lean in, you'll hurt yourself.

"I don't know, Micha. I think you've had enough," he says and reaches over to snuff out Michael's blunt.

It takes him two breathes to get over the need to kiss Michael's pout of his lips.

"You don't let me do this when I'm not high," he says, leaning against Jeremy's shoulder like he's agonizing over Jeremy's hesitance to let Michael touch him when he's sober.

"You don't want to do this when you're high," Jeremy answers with patience. His eyes are on the tv and honestly jellyfish are actually entertaining and interesting actually.

He's not at all struggling to focus on the jellyfish when Michael is breath against his shoulder is blowing down his neck.

"That's not true at all! I wanna hug you all the time! I want cuddles! I want homoerotic subtext! I want homoromanticism!”

He's going to die. Jeremy is going to die and it's because Michael is fucking adorable. He's done for.

"I don't think homoromanticism is a word, Micha."

He says I read because what do you say to that.

"Whatever, you don't want romantic relations with me anyway. You're so straight, Jer."

"I'm not straight, Michael. And I would like romantic relations with you. Very much so. Except you're high and unable to consent and you don't actually want this."

"Ask me tomorrow."

"What? No! You ask me! I don't want to breach this when you're sober! Do it yourself, I'm not sabotaging our friendship for shit."

"I just told you I want romantic relations, Jer."

"So ask me. When you're sober. Tomorrow."

"Will you say yes?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? If you ask me while sober I'll kiss you senseless!”

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Naturally Jeremy stayed the night and slept in. Michael woke up before him. They were still intertwined, Michael has obviously not let go throughout the night. He's still holding on to Jeremy.

Memories of last night hits him slowly. Like the rays of the rising sun. It's slow and warm and golden when it unfurls in his chest.

He runs out to make breakfast for them. Breakfast in bed was a good asking out gift right?

"Dude, it's so fucking early where are you going?”

"Uh... I'm just gonna pee, Jer. I gotta pee, my guy."

"Eugh, mmmhh, okay but I want cuddles. Give me cuddles. Wash your hands!”

Jeremy is already half back to sleep when he moved to stand up again. Fuck, he's too adorable.

He makes quick work of pancakes with slightly shaky hands. Never had pancakes been given a bigger responsibility. They have to be as good as Michael can make them.

They turn out okay. Anything bad can be covered with chocolate syrup and Hot Chocolate.

When he comes back to his room Jeremy is laying curled where he was grasping Michael's pillow close to him.

"Hey, Jer? Jer, buddy. I made you pancakes, dude." He lifted his tray a little as if Jeremy could see it. "Also I made you hot choccy cause you are a fucking baby."

"Fuck you," Jeremy says already sitting up. He looks soft and warm and content.

Michael wants to devour him. Wants to see if he's as warm as he looks under his tongue. Wants to know if he's as soft as he seems between his teeth. Michael wants to lap up his contentment and stroke it bigger and brighter.

"Mmhh, maybe later." He murmurs, unheard.

"Also I love you, thank you , I love you." He's mostly asleep still but the warmth of the Hot Chocolate has made him more pliant. More receptive.

Well, Michael hopes so, anyway.

"I love you too," he sits beside Jeremy and leans to kiss his cheek. Red flushes through his face. "So what do you think about romantic relations? With me?"

"I — I didnt think you'd remember that."

"You said you'd kiss me senseless. You promised and yet here I stand, unkissed and still with my senses about me,” he waves a hand at the space between them. There's barely any of it.

"Are you asking me out?”

"Yeah, duh. Jeremy, I made you breakfast in bed."

"I thought you were just being nice," he says and leans closer. Looking at Michael and asking with his eyes for permission.

Michael gives the tiniest nod. Fearing that if he moves too much this moment might flee from him.

Jeremy connects their lips. Hesitant at first. Asking, inquiring. When he gets his answer, he draws Michael in deeply. His hands on Michael's face, pulling him deeper and deeper.

Jeremy's lips are warm and soft and oh so desperate. Michael can feel his senses leaving him.

There's lips and tongues and teeth and desperate pulling and yanking and moaning.

When they pull away Jeremy is looking pleased to see Michael in a daze.

"How's that for senseless kissing?"

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