Chapter 16
SAME DAY, SAME TIME
Micah just stared at his pregnant fiancée, who stood at his door.
As soon as she laid eyes on him, Kelia’s eyes watered as she rubbed her belly, that was growing more and more each day.
“Micah,” she cried. “I’m sorry—I miss you so much,” she told him. “I don’t wanna do this without you. It’s not his, Mica—”
“Stop!” Micah told her, shaking his head. “We not rey do es right now—you drove hur?” he asked.
She nodded, and he sighed. “I just wanna talk to you, Micah, please. We both made mistakes.”
“What?” Jeremiah whispered to himself.
It was hard, sitting on the couch while your lover spoke with his fiancée, that he was technically still with and had a child on the way.
Although it’s still up in the air whose baby that is… Jeremiah thought to himself.
“Is Jeremiah here?” she asked, although Micah still hadn’t spoken since her last words. “Can you tell him go in his room—and we can go in yours, Micah?”
Micah just continued to stare. He then looked behind him at Jeremiah on the couch. He then looked back at Kelia.
He thought about what he and Jeremiah had been doing in his room for a while, and how it was a bit disheveled with a lube bottle on the nightstand, both of their clothes, and a box of unused condoms.
“Let’s go ta yo room, n then I’ll take you home, but Imma tell you right now, Ion know whatchu can a say ta make me fagive et, Kelia,” Micah told her low.
The tears only built back up in her eyes, hearing Micah’s words.
She only nodded. “Okay,” Kelia told him.
Micah then grabbed her wrist, pulling her into their dorm, “Stay hur,” he told her as they stood by the door.
Jeremiah only raised a brow. “I be back,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah almost wanted to scoff.
He didn’t hear Micah’s last words, and his mind filled with anxiety.
They didn’t break up officially.
“Why?” he asked him in a low voice.
Micah sighed, “I… jus’ gotta talk ta ha for a second. Imma be back,” he looked at Jeremiah, reassuring him that he would return to their dorm shortly.
Jeremiah, who struggled with reading cues, just stared at Micah in confusion. “What?”
Sighing, Micah just walked past him. “Imma be back,” he spoke as he entered his room, grabbing his jacket, slides, and keys.
“Hey, Miah–long time no see,” Kelia tried to greet him.
“Wassup, Lia,” Jeremiah gave her a dry greeting.
She sighed, “Look… I know you was at the hospital, and… I know you and Micah have gotten close, but please don’t judge our situation… we’ve been through a lot, and I really love him, Jeremiah,” she started to tear up.
Jeremiah was just frozen. He was speechless.
His mind was confused.
“I truly didn’t mean to hurt him, and I hate that I caused him to–” She covered her mouth.
Micah only stood by the door, listening to her words, feeling his heart throb in pain.
“I just want us to be happy like we were…” she sniffled, looking at Jeremiah, but not even speaking directly to him at the moment. “High school… when things were simpler–you were there. We were so happy… then we fell apart… and I just want us to be good again,” she spoke aloud.
Jeremiah was still silent. He just stared at her, then the thoughts of Micah ran through his mind. How he felt about him. How he thought they felt about each other, and here is the woman that he hadn’t officially broken it off with, is bawling her eyes out about how in love she is with him.
It hurt…
He hurt for her, he hurt for himself, and he was scared that when Micah left the dorm, he would think of those times she spoke about.
Micah would think of those and decide that she’s where he wants to be.
Where he should be.
The two of them are men at the end of the day…
They didn’t live in a world where two men being in love with one another was right… even though when they were with each other, it felt like sunny days, never a dark cloud in the sky.
Walking out of his room, Micah hesitated before going towards the door. He stooped in the living room.
He looked over to her, and he sighed.
Micah had an idea of what he would say when the two were alone, but… he didn’t know what would happen.
He would just try and stick to his word.
I’m coming back.
Micah and Kelia awkwardly walked out of his dorm room. It was a silence between them that was unusual.
Although the two have had their ups and downs, they considered each other family. They’ve been knowing each other for a long time, so even the silence felt comfortable.
Not this time.
They arrived at her dorm—Kelia thanking God that her roommate wasn’t there.
She flicked on the lights, and Micah took a seat on their couch.
Kelia sat down next to him, but with some space in between.
Micah only faced forward, not looking at her, “Okay, whatchu wanna talk about?” he asked, laying his head on the back of the couch.
“Us. I don’t want it to be the end of us, Micah,” she told him. “I feel like we can get through this.”
Looking over to her out of the corner of his eye, Micah just scoffed. “Kelia, whose baby is that?” he asked, pointing to her stomach.
She only scoffed back, “I already told you it’s yours!” She started to cry. “But here,” she started digging through her purse.
Kelia pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. Micah took the envelope, looking over it before he opened it.
He opened it, reading the results. Micah just sighed. He didn’t know how to feel.
Micah’s knees started bouncing as he saw the confirmation that it was his baby.
He swallowed hard.
Never would he admit it, but a small part of him wanted it not to be his.
A reason to leave her for good. Do what he wanted—his mind thought of the boy who was waiting for him in their dorm.
However, after a while, Micah truly wanted his baby.
“Okay—still don’t change the fact that you was fucking my brother,” he continued. “Why the fuck would you do sum shit like et, Lia?”
“I-I never intended all this… It was a mistake. I wanted to make you feel worse than how you made me… You broke my heart, Micah,” Kelia confessed.
Micah scoffed, feeling himself get even more irritated by her words. “So you fuck my brother?” he asked with anger lacing his voice. “Outta any nigga you coulda fucked, Kelia–I woulda forgave et. I fucked up inna past, but my brother?” he started feeling himself get emotional. “My fuckin’ blood?” he asked. “You been knowin’ me n my family since I was thirteen, Lia… you-you know how they feel about me, how that nigga feel about me–you knew. Es how you wanted ta make me fuckin’ feel?” he asked with tears falling down his face.
Kelia only cried as he spoke. “No. I’d never wanted this. I never wanted you to do that,” she cried. “I was just hurt, Micah. I was just hurting,” she sobbed, covering her face with her hands.
Micah only watched her cry for a moment, seeing her put a hand over her stomach.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her head and putting it into his chest. “Stop cryin’. Youn need ta be this stressed out,” he told her, kissing the side of her head, so she’d calm down.
She only cried harder in his arms, and he only continued to console her.
He instinctively turned her head towards his to give her a small kiss. “Stop,” he told her, holding her chin.
Kelia nodded, wiping her tears from her face, and Micah just wrapped his arms back around her, holding her tightly for a moment.
•••
later
A sigh escaped Micah’s mouth as he pulled back up to his dorm room after dropping Kelia off at her house.
It was dark outside now. He got out of the car, heading up to his dorm room.
He could feel his heart beating quickly as he approached his door.
Micah took out his keys, putting it into the knob, then turning it and opening the door.
The lights were off, and only the moonlight from the windows shining through allowed Micah to see.
He first went to his room. That’s where they usually slept.
Jeremiah wasn’t there.
He felt his heart sting a bit, heading to his room next.
He only hoped that Jeremiah was there.
Micah approached the door. As he went to grab the knob, he stopped, thinking how Jeremiah usually kept his door locked.
That meant he didn’t want to be bothered, or he was gone.
He bit down on his lip, turning the knob, letting out a sigh of relief when it opened.
Micah felt more relief seeing Jeremiah turned over, dozing off, with Dragon Ball Z playing in the background.
He immediately started stripping his clothes until he was naked, then he climbed into the bed, under the covers, wrapping his arms around Jeremiah. “I’m back,” he said, kissing Jeremiah’s jaw.
Jeremiah didn’t say a word. He just turned towards Micah, wrapping his arms back around him. They got into their usual cuddling position, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.
•••
the next morning
Peeling his eyes open, Micah sighed, first seeing brown skin. He was looking at Jeremiah’s chest.
He pulled back, noticing Jeremiah was awake with his earbuds in, listening to instrumentals.
Micah pulled one out, making the music stop and Jeremiah open his eyes. “Good mornin’,” Micah greeted him.
“Mornin’,” Jeremiah spoke grogily, blinking slowly. “How was your night?” he asked, wondering what Micah’s response would be.
“Emotional,” he told him honestly. “But I made sure I kept my promise,” Micah spoke as they looked each other in the eyes.
Jeremiah smiled, “You did.”
Micah poked his lips out, and Jeremiah leaned in, connecting their lips.
He slipped his tongue inside of Jeremiah’s mouth, feeling his hands run down Micah’s back.
Micah noticed he loved exploring his body with his hands.
Jeremiah grabbed his ass hard, causing Micah to release a moan in his mouth.
“Mmph,” Micah moaned, feeling Jeremiah move his hand under him, so he could grab his other asscheek and spread them open.
He wrapped his legs around Jeremiah’s waist, moaning when he felt Jeremiah’s dick brush up against his hole. “Baby,” he breathed on his lips, slipping a hand to Jeremiah’s throat, squeezing it, holding it in place, so he wouldn’t move his head away from the kiss. “Put dat dick in,” he spoke, biting down on Jeremiah’s lip.
“Do you deserve it?” Jeremiah asked, moving the cover off of them, then smacking Micah’s ass hard as hell, causing him to let out a small whimper.
“Please,” Micah whispered on his lips, squeezing his throat harder, making Jeremiah’s eyes roll back. “Put that dick in,” he told him again.
Jeremiah smirked, “I-I asked did you deserve it?” he choked out, releasing Micah’s ass, then smacking it harder.
“Fuck, Miah,” Micah breathed. “Unh!” he let out a ragged moan when Jeremiah slapped and gripped his ass again.
He unintentionally let go of Jeremiah’s neck, putting his hands on his shoulders, gasping at each slap, feeling his dick and hole throb at each slap.
Jeremiah then put his two middle fingers in his mouth, wetting them up and rubbing his hole, pushing a finger inside.
They’ve been having a lot of sex lately, so Micah was a bit open. “Oh, daddy,” he moaned in a high-pitched voice, feeling Jeremiah start to finger him. “I deserve it. I swur,” he breathed, moaning from being fingered and the friction from his dick rubbing against Jeremiah’s stomach.
“You was bein’ a good boy last night?” Jeremiah asked in his ear, nibbling on it.
“Yeah,” Micah moaned as Jeremiah wiggled his finger inside of him.
“You ain’t fuck ha?” he asked, smacking his ass again, making Micah’s eyes roll back.
He loved the way Jeremiah handled him.
They were men after all, so rough, aggressive actions turned them on.
“No, baby,” Micah let out a stuttered breath, “I promise. I was good,” he told him. “I deserve it,” he breathed.
Jeremiah just smirked, “Okay,” he whispered on his lips. He then pulled his fingers back out, slobbing on them again, rubbing the tip of his dick with them, then aligning himself with Micah’s hole.
He gripped Micah’s ass spreading him open and push the tip of his dick inside.
Micah still wasn’t used to the feeling of being opened up.
He closed his eyes, biting down on his lip. “Shit, Miah,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around Jeremiah’s shoulders.
Slapping his ass, Jeremiah began slowly stroking Micah from the side, smacking his ass hard to each stroke. “Fuck,” Micah moaned.
“You so fuckin’ tight,” Jeremiah breathed, putting his head in the crook of Micah’s neck, stopping the slaps to just grip Micah’s ass.
He kept a hard grip as he bottomed out with each thrust, feeling Micah get wetter and every time he clenched around his dick.
“Mmm,” Micah hummed, flicking his eyes open, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes with his pouty ones that were slightly glossy.
“How you feelin’?” Jeremiah asked, close to his face, slapping his ass again. “Shit, baby,” he moaned out, feeling his dick throbbing.
“Ohh, fuck,” Micah moaned, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Fuck, Jeremiah,” he breathed as he started digging his claws into his back.
Jeremiah only pushed Micah fully onto his back, grabbing and wrapping Micah’s legs around his waist as he started to deliver him deep strokes. “Tell me, baby,” he moaned, rolling his hips inside of him.
Fighting against his first thoughts of talking shit, Micah just continued to moan, squirming underneath him. “You makin’ me feel so good, Miah,” he breathed. “I love you,” he told him, biting down on his lip.
“I love you, too, Micah,” Jeremiah said, kissing his lips.
•••
“Hmm,” Micah hummed, setting a plate of breakfast food down in front of Jeremiah as he sat on the couch, playing Mortal Kombat X.
Jeremiah looked up at Micah, smiling, “When he fuck me good, I take his ass ta red lobsta!” he sang the famous Beyonce lyrics.
Micah just mushed his face, feeling Jeremiah grab and pull him down on his lap. “Niggas always puttin’ they hands on me,” Jeremiah spoke in Micah’s ear, putting one hand around his neck from behind.
Biting down on his lip, Micah just shrugged. “Whatchu gon’ do about it tho?” he asked with a raised brow.
Jeremiah added pressure to Micah’s neck, putting his hand in the front of his jogging pants waistband, reaching inside to grab his dick.
Micah let out a low gasp, “Stop it,” he breathed. “Dont’chu gotta performance we needa go to?” he asked, grabbing Jeremiah’s wrist. “Ain’t that what we skippin’ our first one V one practice fa?”
He knew how they got. They could go for hours, and he didn’t want Jeremiah to miss out on his performance just to have sex with him when they could do that at any time.
“Seriously, baby,” Micah continued. “We can fuck any time, anywhur, but yo career is more important,” he told him. “So, eat n less go.”
Jeremiah just moved his hands, now caressing Micah more gently, rubbing over his thighs and kissing his shoulders. “Aight,” he bit down on his lip, grabbing Micah’s chin to suck on his lips for a moment. “Thank you fa the food—I luh you,” he pecked his lips again.
Micah smiled, “You welcome. I love you too.” he stood up, heading to fix his own plate.
He then felt his chest get tight, trying to shake off the confusion he felt. From his conversations last night with Kelia, he just left them confused.
Micah loved Jeremiah—he knew that.
But it’s not as if he felt nothing for Kelia, and he was still the father of her child.
A child he now wanted badly.
He thought about the future—with him, with her.
Micah was still afraid of being with Jeremiah, he couldn’t lie.
He wondered how they would work when they had to keep their relationship a secret.
At least for now, and what if he never wanted to be public with their relationship?
Micah already faced a lot of scrutiny.
He didn’t know how much more he could take.
“Baby?” Jeremiah asked, wrapping his arms around Micah’s waist from behind.
He had already scarfed down his food, noticing Micah standing in the kitchen in one place.
“Baby—”
“Wassup, my bad,” Micah sighed, turning around in his grasp. He smiled at Jeremiah, deeply sighing.
“Wuss wrong?” Jeremiah asked, raising a brow.
Micah shook his head, “Nothin’, baby,” he kissed his lips. “Jus’ thinkin’.”
“Okay,” Jeremiah nodded. “You know you can talk ta me about anything, right?”
“I know, I can, daddy,” Micah smiled, and Jeremiah did too.
“Let’s go, fa I miss my performance,” he pecked Micah’s lips once more, and Micah smiled, walking towards his room to get dressed.
•••
later that day
“Whur we goin, Jeremiah?” Micah asked as they started driving.
Jeremiah sighed, “We rey go ta the hood real quick,” he chuckled, looking over at Jeremiah. “We rey get fuckin’ lit,” he told him, speeding down the street with a laugh.
“Jeremiah,” Micah grabbed his arm that wasn’t on the wheel. “Slow the fuck down,” he smacked his lips, and Jeremiah just laughed, but did as Micah said.
He then took off his headphones, connecting the Bluetooth to the car, putting on his trap playlist.
“Oh, I’m meetin’ hood Miah today?” Micah joked as the song Tien N Yamcha.
“6-fo nigga with the deep pockets
Deposit all these niggas money
Never re-rock it
Same thing goes for them hoes that was using me
I’m talking about you pussies on my songs, cuz the world need to, know that
I don’t fuck with none of you niggas and you girls neither”
He sang the lyrics as he held one hand on the wheel with slight changes in his mannerisms that was more… “Ian know my nigga was a hood nigga,” Micah chuckled.
Jeremiah just chuckled. “You most definitely did,” he nodded, looking over at him.
“You forgettin’ we jus’ got close this past yur, Jeremiah,” Micah said, adjusting his seat, also leaning it back. “You hadda bitch in hur? Why my seat up?” he raised a brow.
“Uh,” Jeremiah wasn’t a good liar, and he did have a bitch in the car… Meilie… who was helping him for the party. “No?”
Micah furrowed his brows. “Bitch, don’t play wimme,” he shook his head.
“You be talkin’ to a nigga crazy, Micah—Iss aight, Imma handle et,” Jeremiah chuckled.
Micah scoffed, “You really be thankin’ Imma bitch, n dick rey getchu outta shit. I asked you a question. Did you have a bitch in hur?”
“Baby, you tweakin’, like deadass,” Jeremiah told him.
“Aight,” Micah scoffed with a small smirk, then went silent.
“Micah,” Jeremiah sighed.
Micah only said nothing and looked out of the window.
Jeremiah felt bad now. “Fuck it—we throwin’ you a surprise party—the bitch in question was Meilie who helped a nigga plan…” he blurted.
Meilie would be pissed at him for spoiling the surprise, but little did she know, Jeremiah could hardly lie if he wanted.
Micah’s eyes went wide. “What?” he asked, and Jeremiah continued to drive, glancing over at Micah for a second. “A surprise party fa me?”
“Yeah, fa you, Micah—Celebratin’ you comin’ home,” Jeremiaj answered him, and Micah just looked forward again, staring at the road.
“Why?” he asked, thinking he didn’t deserve a party.
“Because we love you, n we ecstatic aboutchu bein’ home—that’s the reason, baby,” Jeremiah smiled at him as they stopped at a red light.
Micah only looked at his lap, feeling his heart throb. He then felt Jeremiah grab his left hand with his right, interlocking them.
Looking up at Jeremiah, Micah just grabbed his chin, giving him a kiss.
Yeah… it feels right with him at the moment… He thought to himself. I love this nigga bad.
I’m down bad as hell… over a man… What has life come to, Micah?
“Thank you, baby,” Micah told him with a smile on his face. “I love you too—a lot,” he spoke honestly, feeling his heart throbbing.
He never felt so valued by anyone.
“You welcome, baby,” Jeremiah smiled at him
back, continuing their journey to the West side of town.
Lamar and Dreya were already at the location—Jeremiah’s cousin on his mother’s side.
“I neva asked, but why Ian neva seen your mama?” Micah asked as they parked.
Jeremiah sighed, “She dead,” he told him.
“Oh, shit,” Micah gasped.
Jeremiah chuckled, “Iss aight—nothin’ too traumatic. She died durin’ givin’ birth ta me… unfortunately.”
“Damn—I’m still sorry ’bout that…” Micah told him, and then the two exited the car.
Jeremiah smiled and wrapped his arm around Micah’s shoulder. “It’s okay—stop worryin’ yo pretty ass ’bout—we rey buy some weed from my cousin, n we doin’ everything athletes ain’t suppose ta do,” he quickly pecked his lips, seeing no one around before they got to the front door.
Micah blushed a bit, feeling Jeremiah move his hand from around him to put his headphones in. We could already hear the blaring music from inside the house, and at the moment, a bit too loud for him.
Jeremiah knocked on the door, “AYE, CORY. OPEN THE DOOR, BITCH!” he yelled, laughing.
The door swung open, and Jeremiah’s cousin, Cory, stepped to the door.
He was also tall, probably an inch or two shorter than Jeremiah. He was a shade darker, and instead of dreadlocks, he had looser curls.
“Wassup, Ethiopia,” Jeremiah gave him a joking greeting as he reached his hand out to dap him up.
Cory dapped him back up, pulling him into a hug. “Wassup, Jamaica,” he laughed.
“You Jamaican?” Micah asked.
Jeremiah laughed and shook his head no. “Nah, niggas just joke on each other. You see his hair–es why we say he Ethiopian,” Jeremiah explained as they went into the house.
“Aye, I might be-lemme ask ma what ha ethnicity is,” Cory laughed as he held onto his pants.
Micah was overwhelmed with the smell of weed and loud music. He even saw a couple of random girls as well as dudes running in and out of the home.
Clearly a trap house. “So, es Micah?” Cory asked, pulling out his phone to turn down the music, turning to Jeremiah, and taking his headphones off. “Betta, cuz?” he asked, and Jeremiah nodded.
“Thank you, n yeah es thee Micah Parks,” Jeremiah chuckled, putting his arm around Micah’s shoulders.
“I be watchin’ y’all games. Imma fan,” Cory turned around, walking backwards as he talked. “Nice ta meetchu,” he smiled, and Micah averted his eyes for a second.
He look like Miah… fine as hell.
“Nice ta meetchu too,” Micah nodded, holding his hand out to dap Cory up.
Cory dapped him back up, and then Jeremiah and Micah saw as Lamar peeked from behind a corner, sneaking up behind him.
Jeremiah averted his eyes, so he wouldn’t laugh, and Micah just shook his head. “Lizard strikes again,” he muttered, and Jeremiah only laughed.
“The hell is funny?” Cory asked, then felt Lamar put him into a headlock.
“Wassup, pussy ass nigga!” he laughed, and the two started wrestling.
Micah just laughed, running up to start helping Cory, and the two started fake jumping Lamar. “Aye, y’all ain’t rey jump my nigga,” Jeremiah laughed too, jumping in the chaos to help Lamar.
Jeremiah grabbed Micah, putting him in a gentle headlock. “O-Oh…” Micah chuckled. “Niggas wanna put they hands on me?”
The two started having their own sparring match, and of course, it started to get a little heated with Jeremiah pinning Micah to the floor.
Micah unconsciously bit his lip, and Jeremiah shook his head, getting off of him.
He would fold, and that wouldn’t be so good for him. “You won,” he told him.
“I know,” Micah smirked, and they stood up.
“I beat es nigga up too,” Cory laughed as he still held Lamar in a chokehold. “Say uncle, bitch.”
Jeremiah just ignored them, turning to Micah, motioning for him to follow after him. “C’mon,” he told him, then started heading into the kitchen. Jeremiah dapped up the men that were in there, knowing them from hanging around his cousin.
There was weed all over their table, and they were passing around an already lit blunt with Dreya amongst them. “Wassup, Miah. Wassup, puppy,” she joked, handing the blunt to Jeremiah.
“Fuck you, Dreya,” Micah smirked, holding his hand out to dap her up.
“How you been?” she chuckled, asking Micah as Jeremiah inhaled the smoke.
“I’ve been cool,” Micah answered. “So, y’all comin’ ta my party?” he asked.
Dreya just blinked and sighed, “Ion know why I ever expected him not to tell you. He can’t hold water–and Meilie gonna be pissed,” she chuckled.
Jeremiah groaned. “Bruh…” he smacked his lips. “Please, can you act like you still surprised, b–Micah?” he asked.
Micah jumped at the almost slip-up, looking at Dreya, who just chuckled a bit.
“I-I guess I can do et,” Micah laughed.
The two then hung out for a while more with Jeremiah’s cousin. He gave them both some free weed, then the two of them, along with Dreya and Lamar, headed out to start going to the location of the party.
•••
“Is everybody thur?” Jeremiah asked. He and Micah had just left the mall, stopping by a fast food restaurant because Micah had to pee.
He used that opportunity to call instead of text, making sure everyone was there for Micah’s party.
“I’m back, big daddy,” Micah chuckled as he hopped in the car, now with a bag of fries and a burger.
“Welcome back, mama,” Jeremiah trolled.
“I almost smacked the fuck outta you,” Micah scoffed.
Jeremiah just started cracking up laughing, “Baby, stop actin’ like youn like bein’ my luh bitch,” he smirked, and Micah gasped, but his dick also got hard.
“Fuck you jus’ say ta me?” Micah scoffed.
“I said why you actin’ like youn like bein’… my luh bitch,” he whispered in Micah’s ear. “Like youn like it when I balls deep innat… pussy,” he popped the P.
Micah only continued to face forward, feeling Jeremiah staring at the side of his face. “Ion got no mufuckin’ pussy,” he whipped his head towards Jeremiah. “You pussy, bitch.”
Smirking, Jeremiah grabbed Micah’s neck, gently, then gently kissed his lips. “I beg ta diffa, how wet that shit get,” he smirked on his lips.
“You nasty,” Micah breathed, feeling his dick jump a bit. “Lemme suck yo dick… fa good luck or sum…” he smirked.
Jeremiah just smiled, then leaned his seat back, “Do whatchu wanna,” he told him, watching Micah nod, and start fiddling with his pants, unbuckling them.
He grabbed Jeremiah’s dick from his briefs. Micah bent over the armrest, opening his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out. “I may or may not have been practicin’ on popsicles,” he told him, smirking, wrapping his lips around him.
Micah let the saliva pool in his mouth and drip down Jeremiah’s dick as he started slowly bobbing his head up and down him. “Mmm,” Jermiah bit down on his lip, watching Micah’s lips dragging along his dick. “Shit, baby—you really have been practicin’,” he breathed, putting a hand on top of his head, hissing at the pleasure.
Micah only continued, attempting to speed up his pace at which he sucked him. He just closed his eyes, feeling his own dick throbbing.
He grabbed the base of Jeremiah, feeling his spit get onto his hand. He pulled off, taking a big and deep breath before wrapping his lips back around him, trying to go down even more this time.
“Look at me,” Micah heard Jeremiah tell him. He immediately shot his eye open, looking up at him as he continued bobbing his head up and down.
“Mm,” Micah hummed around Jeremiah, sending even more pleasure to him. He kept eye contact with Jeremiah, watching his reactions closely.
He watched as he struggled to keep his moans from slipping. He watched all the faces he made when Micah hollowed out his cheeks to create a tighter suction. He even watched as Jeremiah let spit fall onto his fingers before reaching down into Micah’s pants, rubbing over his hole.
Jeremiah slowly slipped them inside of him, fingering him, which made Micah start struggling to focus on giving him head. “Baby,” he moaned, pushing his ass upwards, so he could feel more of Jeremiah’s fingers.
Jeremiah grabbed his dick with his other hand, guiding it back to Micah’s mouth. Micah just opened his mouth wide again, sucking and licking the tip while using his hand to stroke the rest of him.
“Mmm,” Micah hummed around him, reaching down to pull his dick out and stroke it. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, pulling off of Jeremiah for a moment, still stroking him with his hand as he looked up into Jeremiah’s eyes.
Jeremiah just grabbed Micah’s throat, pulling his head up, so he could kiss him, feeling Micah moaning in his mouth as he brushed up against his spot with his fingertips.
The two continued kissing, sucking and licking each other’s tongues until they both came—Jeremiah in Micah’s hand, and Micah in his other hand.
They continued kissing, “Get inna backseat,” Jeremiah spoke on his lips.
Micah smiled, “Nah, baby. We gotta go,” he told him, then kissed his lips one more time before sitting up.
Jeremiah helped him out by grabbing some napkins from his glove compartment, handing them to Micah, then giving him some hand sanitizer.
Afterwards, they finally started heading towards the location.
They pulled up, and Jeremiah texted again to make sure everyone was there and to tell everyone to get into place.
Micah was still going to act like he didn’t know. He knew his friend and how dramatic she was.
The two got out of the car, and Jeremiah headed to the door first. He then opened it up, leading Micah down a hall. He then opened the door, “SURPRISE!” the room yelled, and Jeremiah pulled Micah inside.
Micah just smiled, feeling overwhelmed as he heard everyone cheering for him. “WELCOME HOME!” they yelled, and Micah felt arms wrapping around him.
He just kept a smile on his face as he and Jeremiah started making their way into the party that had begun recently.
“BEST FREEENNN!” Meilie yelled out, running towards him, jumping in the air.
“Why you actin’ like you ain’t jus’ see me?” Micah chuckled as he caught her, squeezing her in his arms.
Meilie just giggled. “Were you surprised?” she asked.
Micah nodded, “Yup. I was—uhh, I love you,” he smiled.
Meilie’s smile just dropped. She hopped down off Micah, going straight to Jeremiah. “You suck!” she pointed in his face.
“I’m sorry, Mei—but he was…” Jeremiah paused, getting close to her. “His crazy ass thought I had a bitch inna car, but it was you who he thought was the bitch,” he whispered in her ear, then stood up.
Micah just chuckled at Jeremiah getting in trouble as he was pulled away from the two by, “MICAAHHHH!” Jordan yelled, wrapping his arms around him, followed by Taylor, Chase, and James.
Smiling even wider in their group hug, Micah just laughed, feeling hands all over him. “Y’all niggas kept es from me too?” he asked, smacking his lips playfully. He then looked around at all the people that were in the room, eating, drinking, and dancing to the music that played, all while a big banner that read Welcome Home hung on the wall of the small stage.
It had to be about fifty. People mostly from school, he spotted some others too. Micah would make sure to he would greet every person that walked inside that room.
“My bad, bro bro,” Jordan laughed as the five of them unintentionally made their way to the open miniature bar.
“I can ask a nosy ass question?” Chase asked as they started making their own separate drinks.
Micah nodded, “Mmhmm—go head,” he told him.
“Have you seen your parents at all since you been back?” he asked, and Micah just sighed.
He shook his head, looking away and picking up his shot, downing it.
The mere mention of his parents made him feel physically unwell. “Uhhh… nah,” he sighed, turning back towards them. “It’s time ta be honest, n I feel like y’all have seen the way my parents act and can be… It’s a lot worse,” he clenched his fist. “It was complete control over my life—not that I hate basketball, I love it, but I never had a choice… it was an ass beating when Ian make the team in fuckin’… middle school,” Micah shrugged. “So… no… fuck them,” he nodded. “On God,” he nodded quickly again.
“Damn,” Jordan sighed, patting Micah’s back.
“Fuck them,” Chase added on.
“And you know family ain’t always blood, bro,” Taylor said, looking Micah in the eyes.
“What they said,” James nodded. Although he had feelings because of Jeremiah, he still didn’t think Micah deserved anything that he went through with his parents. “So how is you n Lia?” he asked.
Micah shot his eyes towards James, “Ion know if I wanna get inta that,” he chuckled. “I might kill a nigga—on fuckin’ God,” Micah looked around at them all with a nonchalant expression on his face. “Es really all I can say about that at the moment, but… I’m excited fa my baby, nonetheless.”
Taylor immediately thought of the time they went to the mall, and they saw Michael Jr and Kelia walking in together. Oh, shhhhiiiiIT! He thought to himself.
It was actually a collective thought amongst them all, and they all understood why Micah wanted to kill a nigga.
On God!
“Well… if you need help hidin’ da body…” Jordan shrugged, putting his hand up to his ear to represent a phone.
Micah just laughed along with everyone else. “I hur you, my nigga,” he dapped him up.
The five chatted for a moment more before Micah was walking side by side next to James, unknowingly headed to the same person.
“You still love ha?” James asked.
Micah sighed, sipping on his liquor. He got stopped a couple of times by others as they continued walking. “Yeah…” he nodded in truth. “But… iss like… ion know—we been thru a lot together, n we relied on each otha when bof our parents were bein’ fucked up—n she carryin’ my baby… but—” he stopped, thinking about Jeremiah. “I can’t say,” he shook his head.
I’m in love with Jeremiah fucking Kentwood…
James already knew what was going through his mind.
“I think… if you think it’s worth it, don’t give up—I mean… y’all are engaged, ten years inna relationship. That’s a lot of time, n y’all bof did dirt,” James said.
Micah nodded. “Facts… but… ion know… it’s hard ta choose between movin’ on and… can I tell you sum?” he asked.
James was surprised, but he nodded.
“I’m in love wit someone else,” Micah told him, looking into his eyes.
There were a couple of reasons. One, he really wanted to confide in his other friends besides Meilie, without being obvious that it was him.
Two… he had this burning intuition.
James is in love with Jeremiah.
Micah had been thinking it on and off. He really wanted to see if James was distancing himself because of him.
“Oh really?” James asked, feeling his heart speed up.
He felt his heart drop a bit. “Yeah…” Micah nodded as they paused for a moment, continuing to speak. “I gotta question,” he told James.
Do you like my nigga?
Micah just sighed. He knew he had to be careful with his words. “Have you seen Jeremiah?” he asked, looking James in the eyes.
James just smiled, feeling like Micah was trying to play games with him now.
We both can play… He thought.
“I was wonderin’ the same thang—we was supposed ta hang soon, n I was jus’ rey ask him ’bout it,” James chuckled.
Smirking, Micah just smiled, “Bet. Let’s go find the nigga,” he put his arm around James as they continued heading through the crowd.
“Micah!” he got stopped by Coach Carter. “Hey, James—nice to see you all here for him. I made sure to come by and have one drink with my boys,” Coach laughed, grabbing them both into a hug.
“Aight, I’ll be back,” James told the two, using the opportunity to go find Jeremiah himself.
“Wait—” Micah started, but got cut off when he heard Meilie call out to him. He turned around, seeing her with Kari and Junie beside her.
“Alright, son. I’ll leave you to your friends,” Coach told him, patting his back.
Micah nodded, hugging Coach one last time before turning back to the three. “Hey, Junie. Hey Kari,” he smiled at the two of them, hugging each one. “Thank y’all fa comin,” he smiled as he started tapping his hand on the side of his thigh.
“Wass wrong, Micah?” Meilie asked.
“I’m aggy as shit,” Micah told her. “I feel like niggas is fuckin’ wit me, n I wanna slap boff of ’em,” he told her. “But, I’m supposed ta be enjoyin’ the night, so,” he sighed.
Meilie and Kari exchanged looks. “Micah—you do not need ta be stressed tonight. Who’s fuckin’ witchu?” she asked, then stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. “Jeremiah?” she asked.
Micah bent down to whisper back in hers, “I thank him and James fuckin’,” he told her, and Meilie gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.
“WHAT?” she damn near yelled, then shook her head. “No, Micah. You know how your jealous ass gets. Ain’t he your friend? Look—enjoy your party,” she told him, interlocking their arms. “Hur, let’s go get a shot,” she gestured for the other two to come with her.
She was really thinking in her head that she would talk to him about it later, but she wanted Micah to enjoy something when he got out, not be faced with even more drama.
After they took their shot, Micah started to relax a bit more. His eyes started wandering, looking at the way the dress Junie had on hugged her body. “I mus’ look good, huh, Parks?” she chuckled.
Meilie rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
You and Jeremiah some damn hoes. She thought as Kari dragged her away, so they could go talk to Lamar and Dreya, who were on the other side of the room.
“I mean,” Micah shrugged. “Ion gotta tell you somethin’ you know,” he nodded, turning towards her.
Junie just smiled as she looked Micah in the eyes. “Well, you look real good too,” she complimented him.
“Thank you, Junie,” he smiled as the music started to change.
The two continued to talk, making their way to the food table. “So, how have you been?” he asked her.
“Good—still makin’ art. Been havin’ a luh sex—the usual,” she chuckled. “What about you? I hurd a lot,” she admitted. “Not from Meilie—she’s so protective of you. Pisses me off. I knew her first,” Junie rolled her eyes as they approached the table.
Micah was about to answer her question, but his mind got sidetracked by the sight of his grandparents fixing plates. “Paw paw! Granny!” he yelled, wrapping his arms around them both.
“Micah!” his grandmother exclaimed, putting her plate down on the table to turn around and hug him. “Hey, baby–I see you haven’t been in your room too much,” she chuckled.
“Yeah, he been wit his luh boyfren at the dorms,” his grandfather cackled.
The alcohol made Micah laugh, too, until he realized what he said. “Huh?” he whipped his head towards his grandfather.
“If you can HUH, you can hur, nigga,” Michael laughed, patting him on his back. “You thank we stoopid, grandson? Walls are thin, and yo granny saw y’all kissin’ after we woke up from our sleep from one of y’all slammin’ the door, afta y’all left,” he told him.
“Paw paw–” Micah swallowed hard. He felt his anxiety rising again.
“It’s okay, Micah–we don’t cur. Not if curin’ will hurt you so much that you–” his grandmother paused in her words.
Michael just sighed, putting an arm around his wife. “We still love you the same, son–that’s all we sayin’. Go enjoy ya party,” he nodded.
Micah just stood there. His heart continued to beat fast as the words his grandparents had just spoken ran through his mind, and he had trouble processing them.
“Micah,” Michael called out to him, seeing him just standing there. “Micah!”
Micah then refocused, “y-yes, sir?” he asked nervously.
“Go enjoy your goddamn party,” Michael put his hands on his grandson’s shoulders, shaking him a bit. “You hur me?”
Nodding, “Yeah. I hur you,” Micah sighed, and his grandfather wrapped him in a hug. “We love you,” he told him in his ear, then pulled back, seeing an almost teary-eyed Micah. “Don’t do et–enjoy your party,” he told him one final time, then let him go.
Across the room, Jeremiah could be found mingling with his teammates and his two closest friends when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
He turned his head, seeing James standing next to him. “Wassup,” he greeted him, then turned to the rest of the group. “Wassup, y’all,” he chuckled, nodding his head towards Dreya and Lamar.
“Aye—you kinda, low key look like pit bull pup,” Lamar cackled, and Jeremiah’s eyes widened.
“Mar!” Dreya made bubbles in her mouth, trying not to laugh.
“Who da fuck is pit bull pup?” Jordan laughed. “Micah?” he cracked up even harder. “Aye, niggas is foul!” he laughed, dapping Lamar up.
Chase and Taylor laughed too, and Jeremiah was just too stunned to speak.
He could feel the way James was staring a hole into the side of his face. “Boy, Ion even know you witcho uglahh!” James shouted towards Lamar. “Ion look like shit—I look betta than et nigga. Fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?”
Jeremiah only raised a brow, still too stunned to speak.
Dreya just cracked up laughing because she was the only person who had full context of the situation besides Jeremiah, and thought it was all hilarious.
“Woah, woah, puggalicious,” Lamar put his hands up in surrender, backing up a bit. “Man, college niggas don’t know how ta take a jokey joke?” he laughed aloud, making everyone else laugh, besides Jeremiah of course who just stood still staring a bit, but no one found it suspicious because he didn’t speak as much as literally everyone else… and everyone was drunk.
James only seethed from the comparisons to Micah. It only reminded him of his one-sided crush. “Fuck, you,” James spat at Lamar.
Lamar scoffed, “Aye, Miah,” he snapped in his ear, catching his attention, making him whip his head towards him. “Getcho homie, he gettin’ a luh too rowdy fa me,” he nodded.
Jeremiah looked to James, then to Lamar.
“He was jus’ playin’, my nigga,” Jordan told Lamar in defense of his teammate, making him whip his head towards him.
Lamar scoffed. “Mar, stop,” Dreya told him, taking him away, then Jeremiah looked towards them.
“Sorry ’bout et shit—he trippin’. Imma talk ta him—he joke too much,” he told them, then James.
“I need anotha shot,” James said, smacking his lips.
“Aight, let’s go,” Jeremiah told him. “Y’all want sum?” he asked; Jordan and Chase said no while Taylor asked for another glass of wine to keep his drunk going. “Aight,” he nodded, then put his arm around James’ shoulders, then headed towards the table for the drinks.
He looked around, smiling at the sight of how lively the party was.
It made him happy that everyone came out to support his baby.
As they approached the table, he smiled even wider, seeing Micah pouring himself another shot. “Micah,” he called out to him, removing his arm from James, putting his around Micah.
Micah smiled hearing his voice and feeling the physical contact, deciding to go with his first mind and listen to Meilie. “Wassup,” he greeted him back.
“Wassup,” James added on, putting his head in between them. “Lemme squeeze inna middle,” he chuckled; both Jeremiah and Micah felt irritation running through them.
Micah just chuckled, “My bad.” he moved to the side, purposely making Jeremiah’s arm drop off of him, allowing James to take his previous standing position.
James smiled, “So, you enjoyin’ yo party?” he asked Micah.
“Yeah, so far,” Micah smiled, thinking that maybe he was just being too jealous.
Jeremiah on the other hand was irritated as fuck by Micah ‘pulling a stunt’ and moving away from him.
“That’s good, we gotta celebrate as much as we can fa you bein’ a daddy,” he chuckled, then turned to Jeremiah. “Speakin’ of, when we supposed ta be hangin’ out like you said?” he scoffed. “Niggas been bowin’ me off,” he smacked his lips, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes, smirking a bit.
Jeremiah just looked at James, then Micah, who was already staring at him. “Why a nigga wasn’t invited ta the party?” Micah asked, with an unenthused smile, putting an arm around James. “It seem like a nigga neva wanna hang out no mo.”
“Well, you been gone, Micah, n it was jus’ supposed ta be a me n Miah thang, but me n you can hang out solo too—I do miss us hangin’,” James gave him a smile, and Jeremiah only stood confused by the energy he was being put off by the two.
The situation reminded him of times when he’d have a couple of women arguing over him.
“Damn, jus’ a you n him thang?” Micah raised a brow, now looking at Jeremiah. “You niggas must be boyfriends now?” he laughed, clapping his hands.
“What?” James and Jeremiah both said at the same time.
“I was jus’ teasin’—relax, goofy niggas,” he laughed, looking from James to Jeremiah.
“Micah,” the three heard Chase’s voice.
Micah turned around towards him. “Uhh… yo BM hur,” he nodded, and Micah’s eyebrows furrowed.
Jeremiah’s ears perked up, and James made a face of shock.
“Fa what?” Micah spoke unintentionally, then turned to Jeremiah.
“You know Ian—” Jeremih started, almost getting irritated.
“Aight—it don’t matter—she hur,” Micah interrupted him. He just wanted to get away from the two. “Take me ta whur she at, please, Chase,” he told him, and then Chase nodded, leading him away. “I’a catch y’all later.”
Jeremiah was once again speechless. He felt his heart pumping, and his face turned into a deep scowl. “The way yo face lookin’ right now, you can’t tell me y’all ain’t fuckin’,” James said, fixing himself a shot. “Tell me y’all ain’t, Jeremiah.”
“Aye, let’s gone head n dead shit, completely,” Jeremiah nodded. “Ion gotta answer nun of yo questions, but Ion want us ta get too deep—let’s just be frens,” he nodded.
“What?” James blinked. “Fuck are yoh talkin’ ’bout?”
“I’m sayin’ no more of us crossin’ those lines. No flirtin’, nudes, head, nun of et,” Jeremiah told him. “You ain’t putcho mouf on me inna while, so—again, fa shit get messy, let’s dead it.”
James just scoffed. “You sayin’ et, but when you n Micah don’t fail, you gon’ be beggin’ me ta suck yo dick—I already know how niggas like you—” he paused, seeing someone approaching the table. The two moved out the way, and Jeremiah was thankful he got cut off.
He just started to walk away. “Imma catch you later,” he told James.
“Nah, nigga—you gon’ listen when I say, you gon’ run back ta me when shit don’t work out wit the me look alike—who you did sum furst wit, huh?” he asked.
His drunk mind was speaking. “I hurd y’all fuckin’—” Jeremiah turned around swiftly.
“Shut the fuck up,” he told him sternly. “Shut the fuck up,” Jeremiah put his finger to his mouth. “Shhh—shutchi fuckin’ mouth—you ain’t hur shit. If you hurd sum, it was me n a bitch—stop playin’ wit me, James. Es why we gotta cut the shit, cuz of es behavior—delusional,” he told him, then turned around. “If you was smart, you would take heed ta my words.” Jeremiah then walked away.
“The fuck was et?” Taylor walked up to James, asking in his ear.
James turned to look at him. “Nun—niggas is jus’ on one tanight,” he nodded.
Taylor furrowed his brows, looking at the saddened expression on James’ face.
He then sighed, shaking his head. This nigga cute as shit.
Outside of the building, Lamar and Dreya made faces of shock when they saw Micah and Kelia exit for a moment.
“Why you hur?” Micah asked with his arms folded, looking down at her small stature.
Kelia sighed, “Well, I still want to celebrate you, Micah… plus, wouldn’t it look weird if I didn’t show up?”
Micah scoffed, “So, you only cur about appearances too? Not the fact that maybe Ion wantchu hur?” he asked her.
“You don’t?” she asked, now with her arms folded, looking up into his eyes. “You don’t want me here, Micah?” Kelia repeated, searching his eyes.
Micah stayed silent, averting his eyes, looking everywhere else.
He didn’t want her there, but he did.
He was confused. Why shouldn’t she be there?
What about the appearances? His grandparents just told him they realized he and Jeremiah were—”Imma throw up.” Micah held his stomach.
“Baby,” Kelia rushed to him as he grabbed a trash can and started to throw up.
She just rubbed his back, soothing him as he continued.
Micah only felt disgusted, asking her to get him some napkins once he was finished.
She ran back inside, rushing to get him some napkins and a water bottle.
She gave him the items, and he rinsed his mouth out, spitting into the can. “Thank you,” he told her, and she nodded, pulling a piece of gum from her bag, then giving it to him.
Micah just felt less drunk and more irritated, but he wouldn’t leave. It was so many people here to celebrate him, a nd he wanted to honor the party.
It was only a few hours. Jeremiah and Meilie did it that way, so the elders wouldn’t be out too late.
•••
later
For the rest of the time of the party, Micah spent it mostly with Kelia. Jeremiah was near, trying to tune into the conversation that was going on between his friends and teammates, but his eyes kept wandering to Micah and his fiancée.
Jeremiah clenched his jaw, looking at his phone, seeing that it was coming to a close.
The service they paid for included cleaning, so they just had to leave, and he started getting nervous.
He just hoped Micah would come back with him.
“Alright, can I get everyone’s attention?” Meilie spoke into a Bluetooth microphone. “Thank you, everyone fa comin’ ta celebrate one of my new best friends,” she clapped, and everyone clapped in the room.
Micah smiled as he stood next to Kelia.
“Without goin’ inta too much detail, this party was a celebration of life party. It’s ta show Micah that he has people hur who love and support him—that always have his back. We love you, Micah,” she smiled at him, running towards him to give him a hug.
He smiled, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. “Love you too, Mei,” he smiled. “Fareal, Ion thank I could eva repay you as a fren,” he told her.
“You never have to–it’s why we frens,” she told him, then went back to the front of the room. “So, unfortunately, the party has come ta a close, n the lady who buildin’ this is gon’ kick us the hell out,” she laughed, making everyone laugh. “I hope you all enjoyed yourself–most importantly, I hope Micah enjoyed seein’ all your faces hur–good night!”
•••
Everyone was making their way out of the building, with Micah saying goodbye and hugging everyone who exited.
Once only his teammates, Jeremiah, Kelia, Meilia, Kari, and Junie were left, they all kinda stood in the parking lot.
“So, y’all rey head home?” Taylor asked the group. “Y’all don’t wanna celebrate no more?” he asked with a smile.
Micah sighed, “I sobered up a lot when I thew up–Imma take Lia home,” he told the group. “Ion feel like partyin’ if I’m honest,” he told them.
“I respect it–you good tho?” Jordan asked.
Micah nodded. “Yeah, I’m coo’,” he told the group. “You ready, Kelia?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Bye, guys,” she waved, and everyone gave her an awkward smile.
Meilie just looked at them in confusion. Micah, what the fuck are you doing? She asked.
She looked at Jeremiah, who had already walked away, heading to Dreya and Lamar, who were in her car, next to his.
She just sighed, shaking her head. “Well… I guess… we can all call it a night,” she told everyone awkwardly.
She then turned to Kari and Junie. “Let’s go bother my nigga and Lamar real quick,” she told them, giggling, running towards the car.
Once she approached the car, Meilie bent down, looking through the window at Dreya.
Dreyan rolled her window down. “Hey, daddy,” Meilie winked at her.
Dreya just smiled, opening her door, pulling Meilie onto her lap, causing her to chuckle. “Wassup, sexy–you ain’t chatted wimme all night,” she kissed her cheek.
“I’m sorry. I was caterin’ ta my bestie,” she kissed Dreya’s lips.
Kari just stood outside, Lamar hopping out soon after, while Junie sighed, hopping in the backseat with Jeremiah. “You wanna smoke?” she asked him, and he nodded, not saying a word as she pulled out a joint from her coin purse.
“Why you standin’ out hur?” Lamar asked Kari. “You need a ride?”
Kari just smiled, “I’m good, handsome. Thank you fa checkin’ on me, dawlin’,” he giggled.
Lamar just bit down on his lip. “Aight, at least getcho ass in es cah tho–you not rey be standin’ out hur by yo lonesum,” he told him sternly.
“Okay,” Kari blushed a bit at his assertiveness. “I hur you, big papa,” he teased, and Lamar just raised a brow.
“Jus’ getcho ass inna cah,” he smiled, heading back to the passenger’s seat.
•••
later, back @ the dorms
Jeremiah sat on their couch, awake restlessly, mindlessly watching the television. It had been a few hours since the party.
His mind was going everywhere. He could only think of Micah and his whereabouts.
His behavior at the party.
The other night, when he went and spoke to her.
How, after she came, he barely spoke to him.
He felt his heart pumping.
He almost felt like crying, but at the same time, he couldn’t be mad if he chose her.
The life they wanted was a life, to them, at the moment, unobtainable.
To love each other in the open?
Not a possibility… maybe for a long time.
Jeremiah was so deep in thought, he didn’t realize Micah had come home and sat next to him on the couch.
He turned towards him. “Hey, baby,” he tried to hug him, but Micah pulled back.
“Hell, nah–I’m coo’,” Micah told him, nodding. “I jus’ needa sit right hur fa a moment,” he told him.
“Micah–” Jeremiah started, and Micah just shook his head. “Why are you upset?” Jeremiah asked, genuinely confused. “What did I do? I thought es was supposed ta be a good night, n da bitch who fucked yo brotha is who you was wit the whole night?” he scoffed. “I jus’ wanted ta make a nigga feel good fa the night, n I get the cold shoulder.”
Micah just smirked with a scoff, “Niggas is really neva gon’ say nun, huh?” he looked at Jeremiah out of his peripheral.
“What?” Jeremiah asked, confused. “You rey piss me off? Don’t try n dodge my questions. What is yo issue?” Jeremiah asked. “I thought we was good.”
“I thought we was too, Jeremiah,” Micah seethed, now looking at him in the eyes, which caught Jeremiah off guard with his facial expression. “I thought–we was too… Lemme ask you sum?” he spoke.
Jeremiah raised a brow.
“You fuckin’ anotha nigga? A nigga that happens ta be a nigga who I considered one of my closest frens?” Micah asked him.
“Oh, shit,” Jeremiah blurted, finally realizing everything.
“Ooo–I almost slapped the fuck outta you, Jeremiah,” Micah chuckled.
“Baby–”
“WHAT?” he yelled in his face.
“Micah–”
“What, nigga–speak! FUCK?” Micah scoffed.
“I never had sex wit him,” Jeremiah told him.
“So why da fuck is my fuckin’ fren keep pressin’ me ova you? You tellin’ me I’m et crazy, Jeremiah? This nigga come up ta me actin’ funny–sayin’ shit like, he gotta crush onna bitch that tall with… dreads, tattoos, brownskin, niggas comin’ in between us durin’ the party? Sayin’ y’all hang out one-on-one? The fact that you been seein’ es nigga more than me! I almost died, n es nigga still actin’ wurd as shit–et mean one thang, Jeremiah. You f-fucked es nigga. Don’t fuckin’ lie ta me,” he told him.
Jeremiah sighed, “Listen, Micah. I will never lie ta you–I’ll tell you everythang. No, I never had sex with James, but have we did anything before, yes… It’s been a while, but it started before Christmas break. He-he just came at me on some slut shit, I can’t lie, baby… n we had jus’ fucked, n you ain’t want nun ta do wit me. I was curious as hell. The nigga kinda resemble you, n he came at me, gettin’ on his knees, n I-I… I wasn’t thankin’ ’bout the fact that es yo best friend, I was jus’ thankin’ that…” he paused. “I wasn’t–he jus’ gave me head, it felt good, n we keep doin’ et… I neva considered y’alls closeness. I neva thought of it, n es wrong. I’m sorry, Micah–I deaded the shit anyways because Ion even have no interest in nobody at the moment, but you,” Jeremiah explained to him.
Micah just sighed.
Jeremiah’s explanation didn’t make him feel any better. His knees started bouncing as his heart rate got quicker. He felt himself start sniffling.
“Baby…” Jeremiah put his head down.
Micah tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t help it.
He even looked to the ceiling with his eyes wide, so his tears wouldn’t fall, but they did anyway.
They did anyway, and he hated to admit that his feelings were hurt.
They were hurt. Jeremiah hurt his feelings, something he didn’t think he was capable of in this way.
It was usually the other way around, and maybe Micah was just getting his karma.
He felt triggered. “What makes you different?” he asked, looking forward at the TV.
“Huh?” Jeremiah asked.
“I said, what makes you different? What makes you different from ha? Huh? What makes you different? Why should I be witchu instead of her, Jeremiah?” he asked him with tears in his eyes.
“Don’t do et, Micah–I–I love you, Micah. I never did et ta hurtchu–es not fair,” Jeremiah shook his head, feeling his eyes water. “I literally try my best all the time ta make sure you good. I’m fuckin’ all aboutchu,” he grabbed Micah’s shoulder. “N I show it. I neva once put et nigga ova you. The only reason why Ian tell him ta his face that you was mine is because Ian wanna put yo business out thur. Of course, Ion want mine eitha, but I know how much you goin’ thru, Micah–I love you so much,” Jeremiah grabbed his face. “I swur on my life, I do, n I know we the hard choice, n I wouldn’t blame you fa choosin’ ha ova me, but lemme get some more time witchu, please,” he blinked away his own tears.
Micah just looked him in the eyes, searching for a lie–he didn’t find any, but he already knew that.
Jeremiah really never lied to him.
He couldn’t even hold in the surprise.
“You sed et nigga came on ta you first?” Micah asked. Jeremiah nodded. “How he know you like niggas?” he asked, and Jeremiah shrugged. “Hmm,” he hummed, knowing Jeremiah probably never even questioned that at all.
“Es a good question, actually,” Jeremiah blinked.
“So you jus’ neva asked et?” Micah asked him, and Jeremiah shook his head no. “The social awareness… my autistic baby,” he shook his head, making Jeremiah smirk.
“Give me a kiss,” Jeremiah told him, and Micah leaned in, giving him a few deep kisses, even feeling a little tongue from Jeremiah. “You forgive a nigga?” Jeremiah asked on his lips.
“Fuck no,” Micah told him. “I still love you, but I dislike you a lot at the moment, hoe ass nigga. Keep yo fuckin’ dick up, n I wanna beat James up, cuz issa reason he came afta you. So you tellin’ me, a nigga jus’ came ta you, not knowin’ you was gay, jus’ started givin’ you head?” he asked, and Jeremiah just blinked. “How was the head–describe it.”
“Baby–”
“You hurd what I sed right, nigga?” Micah cut him off.
Jermeiah sighed, “It prolly sum of the best I got… nigga really jus’ let me use his throat.”
“Like, nigga be deepthroatin’ yo shit?”
Jeremiah nodded, “Typa shit like et yeah, n he go crazy on it too,” he answered honestly.
“So, I should get some head, too?” Micah asked, and Jermeiah raised a brow.
“Huh?”
“Huh, what, bitch ass nigga. I still wanna fight chu I can’t lie,” Micah chuckled.
“We can go put on some gloves fa practice toma,” Jeremiah told him. “Beat me up.”
“I really will, don’t fuck wimme,” Micah told him.
Jeremiah shrugged, “Less box, baby.”
“Yeah, you practice, fa that plottin’ ass, punk ass, fa–,” Micah chuckled. “My bad–gay,” he laughed. “Not like it matters; we gay too,” he smacked his lips. “But I’m doin’ betta fa Meilie,” he nodded.
“You gon’ fight him?” Jeremiah asked.
Micah furrowed his brows, “You rey stop me?” he scoffed. “You takin’ up fa es nigga?” he asked.
“No, baby. Es not what I meant. I jus’ was really askin’,” Jeremiah asked.
“Ion know yet. I wanna smack his bitch ass… because why would he go afta you unless he knew sum about us? Especially, wit the way he pressin’ me, but I can’t… I can’t think of any time et nigga coulda found out. You sed es was before break,” Micah sighed.
Jeremiah tried to think. “I have no clue,” he shook his head.
Micah just rolled his eyes, “Imma beat the shit out the bitch—when he least expects it tho,” he scoffed, then jumped. “Ooo, I should go now, the FUCK!” Micah yelled. “A nigga been tryna hoe me fa months, Jeremiah!” he grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. “I can’t let niggas keep doin’ et,” he shook his head.
“I undastand, baby,” Jeremuah stood up and grabbed him by the waist. “But Imma need you ta calm down right now. We not the most sober, n Ion need you doin’ anythang that can getchu in trouble,” he spoke to him, hearing how Micah was heavily breathing from how angry he was.
He even had his fists balled up.
Jeremiah pulled back, looking Micah in the eyes. “You get me?”
Micah nodded. “I hur you… lemme go,’ he told him.
Jeremiah did as told, watching Micah start to head to his room.
Before he went inside, he paused at the door, looking back at Jeremiah, who just stood there. “You love me?” he asked, and Jeremiah quickly nodded. “…Well, come show me you do then,” he told him. “Bitch ass nigga,” he smacked his lips.
Jermeiah just smiled, following behind him like a puppy, “Why you gotta do me like et, baby?” he giggled.
“Cuz Ion fuck witchu… Not right now,” Micah scoffed, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Now, get on yo knees and suck my dick, thot,” Micah told him.
“You know it make my dick hard whne you talk ta me like et?” Jeremiah asked him, doing as told, kneeling in front of him.
“Mmhmm,” Micah hummed, pulling his dick from his briefs, grabbing it and slapping it on Jeremiah;s lips, “I gotta treatchu like the hoe you are,” he smirked down at him, grabbing a fist full of his hair.
Jeremiah just opened his mouth widely, feeling as Micah slid about a third of his length into his mouth. “Mmm,” Micah bit down on his lip. “Do me how et nigga was doin’ you,” Micah told him.
“Ian that good yet,” Jeremiah breathed once he pulled off of him for a second.
“Ion give a fuck,” Micah shoved his dick back in Jeremiah’s mouth, hearing him choke and gag a bit before pulling it out, seeing the saliva connecting from his dick to Jeremiah’s lips.
He slapped his dick on his lips again, watching Jeremiah’s saliva splash a bit, getting on his face. “Put that shit back in ‘er,” Micah told him, shoving his dick back in Jeremiah’s mouth.
Jermeiah tried his best to open his throat and not gag, but when Micah shoved a little more than half into his mouth, he gagged, pulling back a bit, but not coming up off of him as he felt his lips dragging up and down his shaft.
He let Micah have his way for a moment, then he strong-armed his wrist, pulling off of him fully. “Aight, aight,” Jeremiah choked out. “You’ve had your fun,” he spoke in a groggy voice, standing to his feet with Micah’s wrists still in his hands.
“Fuck you,” Micah spat at him.
“I’m rey make love ta you, like you asked me to, baby,” Jeremiah pecked his lips a few times, then he pushed Micah onto the bed, grabbing his thighs and climbing between his legs.
Micah only felt his hole and dick throb in anticipation. He bit down on his lip, watching Jeremiah climb over him.
Jeremiah only started to kiss all over Micah, starting with his lips, then he moved to his cheeks, his neck, shoulder, chest, then he left a trail of kisses down his stomach.
He lifted one of his thighs, kissing it, then he grabbed the other one, “Hold these fa me,” he told Micah.
Micah held the bottom of his thighs, watching and feeling Jermeiah put his hands on both of his asscheeks, spreading them open, then spitting on his hole.
His toes wiggled, wanting to feel Jeremiah. “Daddy,” he breathed.
“Wassup, my baby?” he asked, grabbing the base of his dick while keeping Micah’s ass spread with one hand as he started slowly pushing the tip insid =e of him.
“Shit, Miah–yo dick so fuckin’ big,” he gasped, feeling Jeremiah stretch him out.
“Mmm,” Jeremiah hummed as he positioned himself on his knees, putting his hands on Micah’s lower thighs, keeping them pressed against his stomach as he started to slowly, deeply fuck him.
“Baby,” Micah moaned aloud, feeling Jermeiah fill him up, gently hitting his spot effortlessly each time.
He already knew his body.
“Right thur–right thur,” Micah grabbed his arms, looking up into his eyes. “Jeremiah,” he moaned, making Jeremiah only starte fucking him harder.
He loved the way he could make Micah’s hard-ass submit to him. “You-ooo, I don’t like yo ass,” Micah chuckled.
“You love me,” Jeremiah smiled, leaning down to peck his lips.
He was about to move backwards, but Micah wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s shoulders, keeping him there. “I do,” Micah breathed, shoving his tongue into his mouth. “I love you so much,” he whispered on his lips.
“I love you too, baby,” Jeremiah breathed as he continued rolling his hips inside of Micah, moaning each time he felt Micah clench around his dick, hearing how wet Micah sounded every time he slid in and out of him. “Shit, baby. You leakin’ ’round a nigga,” he spoke in his neck before he started kissing on it.
“Fuck,” Micah moaned. “Oh, ahh, Jeremiah,” his voice only got softer as his pleasure increased. It pissed him off how good Jeremiah made him feel and how his body reacted to his touch. “Fuck you,” he blurted.
“Ian hurin’ shit ova how loud that hole soundin’,” Jeremiah teased which only made Micah shut up and squirm under him. He felt his stomach caving and his breath getting sucked from hig lungs with each thrust.
“Stop talkin’,” Micah told him, and Jeremaih just nodded, shutting his mouth completely, putting hi full focus in fucking Micah.
He pulled up so he could look down at Micah. He grabbed his hands, interlocking them together, putting them above Micah’s head,
Jeremiah pinned him down, allowing Micah to wrap his legs around his waist.
He whined his hips into Micah, feeling his dick throbbing and Micah’s hole throbbing around him. “Mmmm,” Micah hummed, feeling his orgasm nearing. “You fuckin’ me so good. I love you, Jeremiah.”
Jeremiah just smiled, continuing to fuck him at a steady pace.
“Unh, unh–baby,” Micah sniffled. “Y-you love me?”
“Of course, baby. I love you so much,” Jeremiah told him. Watching the tears fall from his eyes.
Micah just closed his eyes.
They continued until they both reached their climaxes, with Jeremiah collapsing on top of him as they both fell asleep in complete bliss.
Neither of them heard the multiple knocks at his door in the middle of the night.
Michael Sr and Sabrina are standing outside the door, just in from a business trip, finally wanting to speak to their son since he’s been home.
the mess continues next chapter…
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