Chapter 3

A COUPLE WEEKS LATER

After reconciliation, Jeremiah and Micah had been on a good path.

Neither of them spoke about *that* because they simply didn’t remember it…

At first, Micah felt as if he should give Jeremiah more space, so he stayed at home for another week. However, through their small texts over the last couple of weeks, Jeremiah had encouraged Micah to move back in.

He wanted to really move past their differences, and hopefully, they could finally be friends.

“You should just stay home, Micah. I’ll handle Carter,” Michael told his son as he helped him load his car.

Micah sighed, shaking his head, “Please, don’t, dad—I like livin’ on campus, plus, me n Miah—Jeremiah,” he looked up to his father after correcting himself, seeing Michael raise his eyebrows at the nickname. Micah cleared his throat, “Me n him on good terms now, n Coach really want us ta be coo’ fa the team…” Micah tried to explain.

Michael just looked at his son, still thinking it was a bad idea because of the conflict the two boys seemed to have. Of course, he thought it mostly was Jeremiah’s fault.

However, Michael knew how influential Coach Carter was, and he wanted his son to be the favorite, so if that meant he needed to kiss Carter’s ass a bit by letting Micah stay in the dorms, he would, but, “If there’s jus’ one more thing that happens—”

“I’m comin’ home. I know, dad,” Micah told him as he loaded up his cart with his stuff from home, plus, he decided to get Jeremiah a couple of gifts.

He thought it would put them on a better path. Micah really wanted them to be cool this time. He hated being home, and desperately wanted to have the amount of freedom he got when he lived in the dorms.

Micah knew his father would pull him from the dorms if even the smallest thing went down, so he planned to butter Jeremiah up a little more in order to keep the peace.

“Okay, son. Long as you know—be number one,” Michael patted Micah on the shoulder. “Make me proud,”

Giving him a half-baked smile, Micah nodded. “I’ll order a ride home, don’t worry about me,” Michael told Micah, Micah felt a bit badly, but ultimately left and headed into the building with his cart.

He got into the elevator, feeling his heart pounding as he got closer to the third floor.

Why am I nervous? He thought to himself.

Ding! The elevator door opened, making Micah jump a bit as he pushed his cart out into the hallway.

“301… 302…” Micah spoke low to himself, then paused when he stopped in front of their door. “Three, oh, three,” he sighed, and as he was about to swipe his identification card to get inside, the door opened, causing Micah to jump back.

“Aye, Micah!” the boys’ friend and teammate, James yelled out. “Hey, bro,” he smiled and dapped him. “You movin’ back in finally?” he teased as Micah chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah. I am. Me and Miah squashed da beef,”

“Thank you—you two niggas be da life of da parties,” James put his arm around Micah. He then removed it when his phone rang.

He looked down at it and then back at Micah, “Go head, Jay,” Micah chuckled. “I’a see you latuh or sum,” he told him.

James chuckled while he smiled, waved, and walked away, heading towards the elevator.

Micah just shook his head, then turned to open his room door again.

Once again, it opened before he could—this time revealing Jeremiah, “James you left ya jacket… Micah?” he raised a brow, looking beside him, eyeing the cart full of his stuff.

He smirked a bit, “Finally, bitch,” he chuckled, propping open their door with the door stopper, allowing Micah to easily carry stuff inside.

Micah just chuckled at his reaction to him, “I knew you missed me, gay ass nigga,” he joked as he started grabbing stuff from his cart while Jeremiah scoffed.

“I should jus’ watcho goofy ass,” Jeremiah smacked his lips but still helped Micah carry his stuff to his room.

After the two finished unloading the cart, Jeremiah plopped down on Micah’s bed, “Whew. I’m tied,” he wiped his forehead, dramatically.

Micah chuckled as he grabbed the two bags he had Jeremiah’s gifts in. “Hur, es ta keep our luh peace goin’,” he told him, setting the bags on the bed.

Jeremiah just raised a brow, eyeing the bags. “You ain’t hafta get me nun, Micah,” he sat up. “We coo’,” he smirked at him, making Micah look away for a moment.

“Jus’ open it, nigga”, Micah told him. “Ian takin’ it back, n Ian rey use it, so you might as well,” he shrugged, taking off his shoes and flopping down onto the spot in his bed that was empty.

Looking over at Micah suspiciously, Jeremiah reached into one of the bags that was placed beside him. He pulled out a box, and Micah just sat back with a smirk on his face, waiting for Jeremiah’s reaction.

“Micah…” Jeremiah furrowed his brows when he pulled the expensive-looking producer equipment out of the bag. It was a soundboard–Jeremiah didn’t even have a nice soundboard like this before.

He whipped his head towards Micah, “Who es fa?”

Micah furrowed his brows, “Are you stupid, Jeremiah?” he asked him seriously. “Iss fa da dummy whose hands it’s in,”

Jeremiah just smacked his lips, flicking him off, then looking back at the box. “Why you get me es? I told you we was good, Micah,”

“Because I’m tryna butta you up, n keep da peace,” Micah admitted with a smile which caused Jeremiah to unconsciously bite down on his lip as he looked at him.

Micah noticed, immediately feeling his face heat up. He quickly averted his eyes, standing up to get the other bag he brought him. “Hur, nigga. Open es one too,” he told him as Jeremiah continued to stare at him, almost in amazement.

After a moment of staring, with Micah’s face turning red because of it, Jeremiah looked down at the next bag, smiling big when he pulled out the new laptop he got him, seeing it was one of the ones he had his eyes on, but couldn’t afford it at the moment.

“Micah… I can’t accept es,” Jeremiah shook his head.

Micah just smacked his lips, groaning, “You so lame wit da tryna be humble shit,” he complained, making Jeremiah laugh. “Jus’ accept it, Miah,” Micah nodded as he sat next to him.

“Fa da peace?” Jeremiah teased, and Micah just laughed, then nodded.

“Exactly et,” Micah responded, caught off guard when Jeremiah gave him a hug, feeling his hands on his lower back.

“Thank you,” Jeremiah told him in his ear, sending a chill of Micah’s spine.

He pulled back, feeling flustered and confused as to why Jeremiah had him feeling this way. “You welcome,” Micah told him, causing Jeremiah to smile, feeling his own chest tighten as he looked at Micah’s blushing red face, thinking of how cute he thought he was…

Cute? Jeremiah thought to himself, then shook the thought off.

“You gon’ show me how you make a song?” Micah asked, curiously.

Jeremiah just continued smiling at him, “I gotta performance tanight–come wit me. I’a getchu in fa free, bring whoeva. Bring ya luh shawty if you wanna,” he told him as Micah just kept his eyes focused on anything thing else than Jeremiah’s face, feeling Jeremiah stare at him.

“Okay, es coo’. Imma prolly jus’ bring Tay n Chase. I figure Jordy already comin’,” Micah asked to which Jeremiah nodded. “Okay, issa bro night den,” he giggled. “Get out, so I can put on the right attire,” Micah pushed Jeremiah off his bed.

Jeremiah just chuckled as he stood to his feet. “Ain’t like I ain’t see you naked befo’,” Jeremiah teased, biting his lip as he referred to just them being in the locker room together over the years. This caused Micah’s face to turn a bit red.

“Get out,” Micah started shoving him towards the door. “Gay ass nigga. Almost called you a fuckin’ slur,”

•••

later that night: after jeremiah’s performance

“Nigga!” Micah dapped Jeremiah up as they ran backstage with Jordan, Taylor, and Chase. “Et was lit as fuck!” he complimented him, feeling an adrenaline rush from being out on stage with him while he was performing.

“I told you, Micah!” Jordan chuckled, playfully punching him as they walked to Jeremiah’s dressing room. “You shoulda came wit us last time,”

Micah sighed, nodding. He really did regret that he let his father cloud his mind so much that he missed out on having fun.

“My nigga cold as fuck. Rey be the hottest nigga out Louisville,” Chase dapped Jeremiah up as they walked into his room to gather his items.

“Thanks y’all,” Jeremiah slightly blushed at the compliments. “I got da move afta es tho. Thur’s a party I was invited to. Hella hoes, strippas, liquor, allet, allet, allet,” Jeremiah told the four.

“Fuck yeah,” Taylor nodded, grabbing the open bottle of Espolon tequila, passing the bottle around, so they could take shots.

•••

The boys were split up. Taylor, Chase, and Jordan, who all rode together were still together while Jeremiah and Micah were together.

Jeremiah was driving and leading the other car as he play unreleased songs for Micah. “You fuck wit it?” he asked him, knowing Micah would give him an honest opinion.

“Iss ass,” Micah trolled, looking at him with a straight face, however, he didn’t plan for Jeremiah to slightly look at him sadly, for his usual reaction was to joke back. “I’m jus’ playin’, nigga. Es shit fye,” Micah tapped his arm, making Jeremiah chuckle.

“You troll too much. I take my craft serious, Micah,” Jeremiah playfully scoffed.

Micah nodded, “I know you do. I can tell,” he unintentionally smiled as he looked over at Jeremiah’s profile as he drove. “Ion know, but a nigga really felt a sense of proudness seein’ you up ‘er, Miah,” he spoke honestly. “Not even on no hatin’ shit, nigga, we been knowin’ each otha fa a long ass time, n it make a nigga a luh proud seein’ us thrive like et,” he chuckled. “Two young niggas from da Ville,”

Jeremiah just smiled big, looking over at Micah, wondering his his eyes kept falling to his lips. “I’m proud of us,” he glanced at him as he came to a red light.

They soon arrived to the party. Jeremiah parked outside of the mansion, eyeing the crowd, smirking at the action.

He looked over to Micah, “Don’t get in trouble, my nigga,” he giggled which made Micah flick him off.

“You jus’ hatin’ cuz I get bitches,” he waved bum off as he stepped out of the car, hearing Jeremiah follow suit.

The two entered the party, feeling their friends sneak up behind them as they were engulfed by the party crowd.

“Woody Kent!” a fan screamed Jeremiah’s stage name which was just his last name remixed. “IT’S WOODY KENT!” another voice yelled.

Micah just smirked, bumping into Jeremiah and laughing to tease him.

As a few girls approached Jeremiah for pictures, Micah just stepped back out of the way.

He just watched him for a moment, noticing how his smile lit up when they approached him, thinking of it reminded him of how Jeremiah looked at him earlier when he gave him his gifts.

Micah felt his heart thumping as he watched the interaction, knowing they were flirting with him, and he was clearly flirting back.

So why do his actions mimic his actions earlier when they were supposed to be just…

What are we supposed to be?

And why does my chest feel tight? Micah questioned himself, then having his attention stolen when Chase grabbed him and pulled him towards the bar area with a working bartender.

“Less take some shots, nigga!” Chase yelled, and Micah nodded, chuckled, but he couldn’t help himself; he looked back, getting another glimpse of Jeremiah being surrounded even more… wishing he was around him too.

“Pass me two,” Micah shook off his thoughts, thinking how he needed the liquor in the moment to drive away the weird and confusing feelings he felt.

“My nigga!” Jordan pat Micah’s back, and then Chase passed him two shots.

He blinked when he looked at them—Micah was a bit of a lightweight.

Micah looked back at Jeremiah who was now getting a dance by one of the girls. He felt his chest tighten before he quickly turned away and downed his shots.

“Gahdamn,” he held his chest from the burning sensation.

“Hey, is that you, Micah?” He heard a woman’s voice from behind him. Micah turned around, seeing his girlfriend’s best friend, Alana.

“Wassup, Lana,” he smiled, bending down to give her a quick, side hug, but she instead wrapped her arms around Micah’s shoulders. “W-woah,” he chuckled, patting her back as he pulled back and kissed him on the cheek.

“Wassup? How have you been?” she asked, cheerfully, catching Micah off guard.

This was really his first time seeing her by herself, outside of Kelia, so he was confused by the amplification of her energy.

“Uhh…” he looked around at his friends who just chuckled at the situation.

“Et hoe thirsty ain’t she?” Jordan whispered in Micah’s ear, then pulled back and chuckled.

“I hope not,” Micah scoffed low.

“Huh?” Alana raised a brow; her eyes still glued onto Micah as she looked him up and down.

Micah sighed, “Nun, wassup, shawty? You ain’t hur wit Kei?” he asked, crossing his arms.

Alana just shook her head, “No, but that doesn’t mean I still can’t say hi?”

“I guess…” Micah scratched the back of his head, watching his friends snicker as a couple of them got pulled away by girls, and the other followed some of the other athletes from their school and others he saw in the crowd of people.

Are y’all deadass? Micah thought to himself, then jumped a bit when he felt an arm around his shoulder, “Wuss goin’ on hur?”

Micah looked to the left of him, feeling his heart speed up a bit when he saw Jeremiah hanging around him. “You done fuckin’ groupies?” he trolled him, almost completely forgetting about Alana.

“Whatchu een talkin’ ’bout, Micah?” Jeremiah smacked his lips, turning his attention towards Alana, biting his lip.

“Nothin’ is goin’ on, but somethin’ can be,” Alana looked Jeremiah up and down, making him raise a brow and lick over his bottom lip.

Micah almost was annoyed at the interaction, thinking how Alana was definitely thirsty now.

He didn’t necessarily see it before, but he sees it now.

“Well—” Jeremiah started.

“We actually rey dip off,” Micah finished for him, making Jeremiah side-eye him and raise a brow. “Woody Kent hur is needed elsewhur,” he patted Jeremiah’s back, then looked at him. “Ain’t that right?”

Jeremiah just smirked and bit down on his lip, nodding, “Mhm, what he said,” he smiled, reached past her to grab a shot that was sitting on the counter, and downed it, grabbing another one and doing the same

Micah just grabbed two more, “Well, I’a see you around, shawty—Tell my baby girl I said Imma slob on et pussy next time I see ha,” he chuckled, watching as Alana’s face turned red.

Jeremiah just shook his head, following after Micah, feeling himself being held back. He looked down, seeing Alana hold his wrist. “Wassup, luh mama?” he asked.

“Gimme yo number before you leave,” she told him with a smile.

A smirk appeared on his face as he quickly pulled out his phone to collect her number.

Micah stopped when he realized Jeremiah wasn’t behind him. He looked back and his jaw clenched when he saw Jeremiah and Alana smiling at one another before Jeremiah put his phone away.

He was pulled down, and Alana kissed his cheek, then he finally made his way towards Micah. “You was waitin’ fa me?” he trolled Micah a bit, who just rolled his eyes and drunk one of his shots.

He felt like he needed to be drunk.

“Whateva the fuck you talkin’ ’bout? You done talkin’ ta groupies finally?” Micah asked, making Jeremiah smack his lips.

“Stop hatin’ cuz you married,” Jeremiah laughed as he put his arm around Micah.

“Fuck you fareal,” Micah giggled, feeling his body start to relax as the alcohol started to course through his body.

Jeremiah only laughed again, biting down on his lip. “Aight,”

“What?” Micah almost tripped to whip his head towards him, making Jeremiah start cracking up.

“Nun, Micah,” Jeremiah shook his head, putting his arm back around him and leading him somewhere in the house.

•••

“A nigga gettin’ a mufuckin’ contact,” Jeremiah chuckled as he and Micah sat in the front seat with two of their friends from other majors who were hot boxing in his car.

“Good!” Cameron laughed from the back seat. “You afletes can do shit!” he cracked up laughing which made Micah laugh and reach behind his seat to dap Cameron up. “You high huh, Micah?”

Micah nodded and then started giggling uncontrollably. “Yeah,” he laughed, and Jeremiah just stared at him a bit, unconsciously licking over his lips.

He then shook off his thoughts, and faced forward, crossing his arms.

This why I don’t need to smoke. I start thinking weird shit… Jeremiah thought.

He then started laughing at himself which just caused the whole car to erupt into laughter… for no reason.

“A-Ain’t shit even funny. W-Why we laughin’ so hard?” Micah slapped his knees.

Jeremiah wiped his eyes while Cameron and Kyle was in the backseat holding their stomachs in laughter. “Yo… I gotta get away from you niggas,” Cameron laughed.

“I need another drink,” Kyle chuckled.

“Same…” Jeremiah and Micah spoke at the same time.

They both whipped their heads towards one another, “Jinx,” they both said at the same time again. “Jinx!” they repeated.

They then both stayed silent for a moment as they gaged who would say it again first.

Jeremiah started to open his mouth, “JINX, BITCH—You owe me a soda, goofy nigga,” Micah spoke first, making Jeremiah smack his lips and step out of the car in pettiness.

“Man gone. Y’all ready ta get more drinks?” Jeremiah opened Kyle’s door open, and pulled him out of the car, making him raise a brow in confusion.

“Manhandle me then, dad,” Kyle chuckled.

Micah and Carmello laughed at Jeremiah, “He do act like somebody damn daddy,” Micah chuckled, putting his arm around Carmello as the four boys started walking into the house.

Jeremiah just glared at Micah who just smirked at him a bit, winking for only him to see, making Jeremiah raise a brow.

“I mean, bitches do call me daddy,” Jeremiah winked back at Micah, making him avert his eyes from feeling his face heat up a bit. Jeremiah just laughed and bit down on his lip as he faced forward.

The four continued to enter the home, immediately greeted by their other friends.

The group of boys took two more rounds of shots for the night, then the group split up with Micah, Jeremiah, and the people they came with standing in the packed common area.

“Hey, again, Miah” Jeremiah looked down to the voice that called out to him. He then felt as the girl wrapped her arms around his torso, “It’s Alana from earlier,”

Jeremiah smiled, biting down on his lip, “Wassup, luh mama?” he asked, grabbing her hands and pulling her to the front of him, so he could see her.

His eyes dropped to her cleavage, biting down on his lip. “I’m tryna see wassup with you, Miah,” she turned around and bent over in front of him.

“You can—whatchu tryna do?” Jeremiah felt himself growing in his pants at the feeling of her ass rubbing against his crotch.

“You ’bout as thirsty as da bitch in front of you,” Micah whispered in Jeremiah’s ear.

Jeremiah just smirked, biting down on his lip as he slowly turned to look to the side, locking eyes with a drunken Micah. “Yous a hatin’ ass nigga,” he chuckled.

“I’m jus’ sayin’,” Micah shrugged, then started walking away.

“The fuck you goin’?” Jeremiah started following after him, completely forgetting about Alana, leaving her standing in the crowd.

“Why you worried ’bout that? Go be wit et thot pocket, Miah,” Micah spat back as the two exited the back of the mansion where not many others were.

“You sound like you jealous,” Jeremiah chuckled, continuing to follow behind him.

“I might be,” Micah slurred a bit which made Jeremiah raise a brow.

He grabbed Micah’s arm to stop him in his tracks, then walked to where he was facing him. “Wussup witchu?” Jeremiah asked as he looked Micah deeply in his eyes.

Micah just stared at him for a second, then shook his head, “Nun, Jeremiah—I’m tweakin’,” he told him. “I’m rey go home tho,”

Jeremiah nodded, “Okay, let’s go,” he told him, pulling out his phone to text the group chat that him and Micah left. “You need help ta the cah?” he asked Micah, still looking directly into his eyes, once again thinking how pretty he was.

“Yeah,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah bent down.

“Come on,” he told him to get on his back.

Micah furrowed his brows, “What?” he was appalled. “Huh?”

“Nigga, jus’ c’mon,”

Blinking in confusion, Micah hesitantly climbed onto Jeremiah’s back. “You bet not drop me, Miah—you actin’ like you ain’t fucked up too,” he chuckled. “Woah,” he closed his eyes when Jeremiah started to stand up. “Be curful, Jeremiah,” he slurred a bit, but held on tightly to him.

“I gotchu, Micah,” Jeremiah assured him, although he was trying to convince himself too. He was a little fucked up.

He stumbled a bit when he fully stood, making Micah cling to him more, locking his legs around him. “Nigga, I-Don’t fuckin’ drop me,” he huffed, making Jeremiah giggle.

“I’m not, baby relax,” he spoke without thinking, causing Micah’s face to heat up, but he figured he didn’t mean it like that.

Why would he? Did he want him to mean it like that?

These were just a couple of the drunken thoughts that plagued Micah’s mind at the moment.

Maybe Father was right… I shoulda stayed home…

As he was being carried, Micah’s eyes couldn’t help but to start closing, eventually falling into a light slumber.

•••

After arriving at their dorm building, Jeremiah had successfully managed to get Micah and himself back up to their room.

He set him down, so he could unlock their door, all of a sudden feeling the room spinning, realizing he was more drunk than he thought.

“How the fuck I even drive home?” he asked himself, thinking how he would never do that again.

“Huh?” Micah asked, overhearing him.

“Nun, Micah,” Jeremiah shook his head, finally opening the door, grabbing Micah’s hand and dragging him inside.

He led him to his individual room, “You gotta open ya door yoself,” he told Micah.

Micah then just opened the door, “I keep et shit unlocked—I stay losin’ my keys n shit,” he chuckled, attempting to walk inside before slipping on one of his shirts he left on the ground.

Jeremiah just sighed, going to pick Micah up off the floor who just groaned, “Fuck…” he just sat as Jeremiah picked him up with ease.

He wrapped his arms around him as Jeremiah carried him to his bed, laying him down on his back.

When he tried to pull up, he realized Micah just kept him in his grasp with his arms locked behind Jeremiah’s neck.

“Whatchu doin’, Micah?” Jeremiah asked in his neck, almost feeling the urge to kiss it.

Micah shivered feeling Jeremiah’s breath against his skin which made him remove an arm from around him.

Jeremiah started to pull away, so he could stand up and head to his room, but the hand that was still connected to Jeremiah, pulled him back down, instead this time, their lips connected.

Their lips felt familiar to one another. Their minds couldn’t remember, but their bodies did.

Micah felt his eyes roll back a bit as he gently sucked on Jeremiah’s lips. Jeremiah stared down at him for a second, feeling himself get hard.

He then closed his own eyes, grabbing the back of Micah’s head and gently slipping his tongue in Micah’s mouth. Micah only sucked on it, gaining a deep moan from Jeremiah.

Jeremiah then pulled away, feeling his heart racing.

I feel like I’m getting deja vu.

He clenched his jaw, breathing deeply, feeling his dick throbbing in his pants.

Once he looked back at Micah, he just saw a small smirk on his face, “Sorry, goodnight, Miah,” Micah slurred a bit more, then turned over to go to sleep.

Jeremiah just walked out of the room, confused.

He plopped down on the couch, facepalming himself, wondering how what happened just happened… and how was he so relaxed about it.

And why I thought about fucking him?

Eventually, Jeremiah passed out on that very couch. That’s when the drunk hit him, and he never even made it to his room.

•••

the next morning

Waking up with a pounding headache, Jeremiah groaned as he peeled his eyes open, then immediately shut them again when he was blinded by the light in the room.

“The fuck?” he grumbled, still groggy from not getting much sleep.

He then heard laughter in the background, opening his eyes again, seeing Micah stand above him. “Hur, nigga—we was fucked up,” he chuckled, handing him some ibuprofen and a water bottle.

Jeremiah just eyed him, taking the items from his hand, and sat up and scooted over to make room for Micah. “We was fucked up, huh?” Jeremiah chuckled, then took the pills and a big gulp of water afterward.

“Hella—I deadass don’t even remember comin’ home. I woke up and was confused. A nigga thought they was still at the mufuckin’ party,” Micah chuckled, making Jeremiah chuckle.

“Lemme think… I remember I hadda carry yo ass ta the cah, don’t even know how I drove home, then we got inside,” he paused, thinking of what happened next. “Yo goofy ass slipped on yo shirt, n then—” Jeremiah paused, a pit growing in his stomach.

“Then what?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah recalled their kiss in his mind. He thought about how it made him feel, thinking that since Micah didn’t remember it, it probably was just some ‘drunk shit’.

Why would he bring it up if he didn’t have to? Why would I accept that reality? The reality that I might be into—

“Nothin’…” Jeremiah shook his head, making Micah raise a brow. “Nothin’,” he sighed, “yo ass fell asleep, den I blacked the fuck out,” he nodded.

Micah just squinted his eyes a bit at him, but he shook his head brushing it off. “Okay,” he nodded. “You hungry? I was rey make a quick breakfast—a luh fuel fa we hafta go to practice since niggas woke up in the afternoon,”

Jeremiah just looked at Micah, finding his mind wandering again. “Fuck you starin’ at me like et fa?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah shook his head, “Nun, I would love some breakfas’,” he smiled at Micah, making his face heat up a bit. “Okay,” Micah nodded, then stood up and headed to the kitchen, grabbing some eggs, bacon, and toast.

Enough for two well-built athletes over six feet each.

While he was eating, Jeremiah considered texting one of his best friends outside of school, Dreya. She was a stud, and he was feeling confused… honestly since before last night if he had to admit it.

He pulled out his phone. He started drafting up a message, “drey… how you realize you was gay?” he typed then stared at the message.

He then backspaced it all, putting his phone away. “You ready ta go, Miah?” he was broken from his thoughts by the sound of Micah’s voice.

He looked up, seeing Micah grab his plate for him and put it in their sink, “You a nigga housewife now?” Jeremiah chuckled as he grabbed his bag, eyeing Micah’s changed get-up, seeing him in his sleeveless dri fit shirt and gray sweats. He unconsciously bit down on his lip, then shook his head again.

Once again, keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Es why we beef, bitch. You take shit too fah,” Micah smacked his lips. “If anythang, you da mufuckin’ bitch out da two of us,”

Jeremiah just smirked, standing up and going over to troll him by getting close to him, standing over him a couple of inches, looking down into his eyes. “You gon’ learn ta stop callin’ me out my mufuckin’ name,”

Micah felt his waist hit the counter from Jeremiah pressing him. He stared into his eyes for a moment, “N if I don’t, bitch?” he trolled back, getting close to his face.

A smile stretched across Jeremiah’s face. His eyes went from Micah’s eyes then to his lips, then back up to his eyes again.

He then looked away, backing up before he got them into something they’d regret. “You got et one,” he held up one finger. “Less go, Micah,” he looked him up and down, licking over his lips, making Micah’s face heat up.

Micah let out a big sigh, then just simply followed after him, choosing to ignore his weird behavior.

•••

a week later

“You too slow, nigga!” Micah yelled behind him as he passed up Jeremiah on the track outside on the field.

Today was a running day to keep all the player’s legs strengthened, their stamina up, and their ability to run quickly across the court.

Jeremiah just smacked his lips and pushed himself to finish this last lap in front of Micah. He was determined to humble Micah’s cocky ass any chance he got.

With his cute ass… He couldn’t help but to think.

Ever since their kiss, the one he remembers, Jeremiah has seen Micah in a slightly different light.

Maybe a light he always viewed him in.

Now, he finds that his eyes are always trying to find him and search for his pretty eyes and smile.

Jeremiah only put more power behind his sprint slowly catching up to Micah until they were side by side at the front of all the other boys.

“Wussup, Micah,” Jeremiah grinned as he looked to the left of him.

Micah, not expecting Jeremiah to catch up, looked over to him, and then– “FUCK!” he yelled as he tripped over a rock that was laying in the middle of the track and fell.

Jeremiah was in shock a bit, but his body kept running for a few seconds.

Once he came to a full stop, he turned around and rushed to Micah’s side, seeing he was already standing, but had a noticeable limp, and a bruise and cut on his face from making an impact with the ground.

“Are you good?” he started moving some of his other teammates out of the way, so he could see Micah himself. “I’m sorry,” he told him, feeling responsible since he called his name which made Micah look over to him and trip.

Micah raised a brow, turning his attention to Jeremiah, with a confused look on his face when Jeremiah looked at him with such worry-filled eyes. “I’m good—why you apologizin’—”

“JEREMIAH—” Coach voice boomed. “Take Micah clumsy ass ta the nurse—FUCK, boy! You, ugh,” he facepalmed himself.

Micah just rubbed the back of his head, hearing laughter around him as Jeremiah grabbed his arm. “You can walk?” he asked him.

“Jus’ lemme put my arm around you,” he told Jeremiah, limping over to him. Jeremiah then shook his head and then lifted Micah and put him over his shoulders. “JEREMIAH—”

“Shut up, you was rey be slow as shit,” Jeremiah told him as he damn near jogged with Micah towards the building.

“D-D-Damn, bitch, w-walk regular,” Micah spat at him, bouncing up and down as Jeremiah jogged.

Jeremiah only laughed at him, continuing to jog.

Once they arrived to the nurses office, they put Micah in a bed with Jeremiah waiting next to him standing up.

He just kept his eyes locked on Micah with his arms crossed. “Fuck you keep starin’ at me fa? Like I’m rey die,”

Jeremiah sighed, sitting down on the bed next to him. “A nigga can’t be worried boutchu?” he shrugged. “Don’tchu be worried bout yo frens?” he smacked hi slips.

Micah smirked, “We frens now?” he asked him, staring into Jeremiah’s eyes.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip, “Stop lookin’ at me,” he muttered, catching Micah off guard.

Micah only felt his face turn red as he licked his lips and quickly looked away. “Shut up…” he sighed, putting his hand over his face. “Whur da mufuckin’ nurse?”

Jeremiah just chuckled, “We frens, Micah,” he smiled, still looking at him. He got up from the bed and sat next to him, pulling his hand from his face, “Fuck you hidin’ fa?”

Micah looked away from him as Jeremiah held his hand, “Why you been actin’ weird lately?” he asked him, looking at the window.

“I been actin’ weird?”

“As fuck… been… too nice,” Micah finally looked back at him when his face was a normal color.

Jeremiah only smiled. “You right… lemme go back ta my old ways,” he chuckled. “Rivals,” he smirked. “Right?”

Micah nodded, holding out his hand for Jeremiah to dap him up. “Yeah,” he spoke as Jeremiah took his hand. “Rivals,” he smirked.

•••

a couple weeks later

Life was going smoothly for the two boys as they neared their fall break.

Their grades were on track, their basketball careers were on track–everything.

They were even getting along, even to the point where they would hang out every so often with one another in the dorms.

Micah misjudged Jeremiah. He was a really genuine and caring person. Micah felt like he needed more of those types of people around.

Often, he was surrounded by people who were fake and just wanted to get close to him or use him, but Jeremiah was different.

“You good, baby?” Micah asked Kelia who was currently over in their dorm. “You neva told me how ya school week was,” Micah told Kelia as he held her from behind, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her stomach.

Kelia bit down on her lip, swallowing at the feeling of Micah’s hands on her stomach.

“Ian go, Micah,” she said low. She had been feeling sick this whole week.

“Huh?” he raised up on the couch.

She averted her eyes, “I gotta tell you sum, Micah,” she told him.

Micah just stared at her. “Okay…“

On the other side of the door, Jeremiah was in his room, trying to tune out the two, but he was nosy, so he turned down his music to hear what was going on.

“I-I’m pregnant, Micah,”

“Oh, shit,” Jeremiah gasped to himself.

You what?” Micah spoke a little louder. “How da fuck is et possible?” he asked her.

“So you don’t want my baby, Micah?” Kelia asked him, starting to get emotional. “You cheatin’ on me again?” she asked him, her eyes tearing up.

Jeremiah just scoffed, “Et ain’t what he said, hoe,” he whispered to himself.

He then just sighed, deciding to tune the rest of the conversation out, looking at the nudes a girl named Tamia, who they went to high school with, sent him.

“You know et ain’t what the fuck it is, Kelia? Why ain’t you talk ta me? What about the plan b?” Micah told her.

“Obviously, I didn’t fuckin’ take it, Micah!” she yelled.

“So what the fuck you do wit my fifty?” he yelled, standing up.

Kelia scoffed, “Fuck you, Micah!” she stood too, pointing in his face. “Fuck you! That’s all you care about?” she asked as she started sobbing, making Micah feel bad.

“Baby—”

“No, Micah, fuck you,” Kelia snapped as she stormed out of his dorm room.

•••

“What da fuck am I rey do?” Jeremiah heard Micah tell himself as he entered the living room of their dorm, deciding to exit once he felt like Kelia was gone.

He then sat down next to him, “You good?”

Micah just scoffed and looked towards Jeremiah, “Do I look good, nigga?” he asked, breathing deeply. “I’m fucked,” he swallowed thickly.

Jeremiah was conflicted. He didn’t know what he should do. Their relationship was changing, but he didn’t know what he should and shouldn’t do. If they should be cool or just acquaintances since they’d be living with each other for a year.

He looked down at his phone, seeing the text from Tamia, a random girl he was fucking, texting to say he wouldn’t make it, and he was busy. “You need some good company?” he asked, looking over at him with a shrug.

Micah looked at Jeremiah, furrowing his brows, “Good company?” he asked and Jeremiah nodded, “Fa why?” he asked. “Ian worf nun of ya kindness, Miah–jus’ go ta yo party. Be wit niggas et fuck witchu,” he told Jeremiah, looking into his eyes.

“Nah,” he shook his head, standing up and heading to their fridge, grabbing one of the bottles of leftover wine and the two small Don Julio shots. He also grabbed his sack of weed and cigarillos out of his room. “I’m havin’ a party right hur,” he chuckled and Micah just looked at him, shaking his head.

He couldn’t fight the smile that was creeping on his face. Micah thought Jeremiah was stupid.

Why would he waste his time, yet again showing him compassion by being a shoulder for him to lean on?

Micah nodded, “Aight,” he grabbed the shot and opened the cap, flicking it off and onto the floor. “Roll up–we rey watch Boondocks?” he asked which made Jeremiah smile big.

“Es my mufuckin’ shit,” he smiled wide, grabbing the cigarillo pack, ripping it off with his teeth. Jeremiah then grabbed the remote, turning it to Boondocks while Micah downed his shot, chasing it with the wine.

“Shit,” Micah punched his chest, feeling the burning sensation from the liquor going down. “Take yo shot, so I can rant, nigga,” he put Micah’s shot in his lap.

Jeremiah just chuckled as he cracked open his shot, downing it, then snatching the wine bottle and chasing his shot with it as well.

He burped loudly as he started to roll up.

The two sat in silence for a while. All you could hear was their laughter at the jokes from the show. “Kelia pregnant,” Micah blurted, making Jeremiah whip his head towards him.

“I hurd… I can’t lie–” Jeremiah admitted. “Y’all niggas was pretty loud,”

“So you know why I’m lookin’ the way I am then, nigga,” Micah scoffed.

“Well… fuck she wanna do?” Jeremiah asked, and Micah just shrugged.

“It’s lookin’ like she wanna keep it,” he then shook his head and facepalmed himself, “Iss like–iss good cuz they want me ta murry ha, but…”

“Not right now,” Jeremiah answered for him, and Micah nodded.

“I also… if I hadda confess… I love Kelia, but…” Micah looked down to his lap.

“Not like et…” Jeremiah answered again.

Micah breathed deeply as he leaned all the way back into the couch, almost melting in it as he sunk into himself. He grabbed the wine bottle back and chugged some before he answered, “Yeah,” he nodded.

Jeremiah was speechless for a moment. They had another moment of silence before he decided to switch the conversation to something else. He didn’t stay home for them to be depressed all night.

“Whatchu wanna be in life?” he asked Micah, turning his body towards him as he turned the TV down.

“Huh?” Micah raised a brow in confusion. “Ion undastand the question,” he shook his head, looking over to Jeremiah.

“Like… witout all the pressures from life, parents, witout da baby mama–allet shit–basically whatchu dreamed of bein’ as a adult,” he replied as he stood up, gesturing for them to start heading down to their car to smoke.

Micah stood with him, taking the bottle with them. They grabbed their jackets and left the dorm. “I think… I would prolly have a luh sculpture, pottery shop,” he said as they walked towards the elevator.

Jeremiah looked over at him in shock as he pressed the button to go down. “Fareal? You like a artist?” he asked, and Micah nodded as he kept his hands in his pants, walking into the elevator first and pressing the button to the first floor.

“Hell, yeah,” Micah nodded. “I’d have a luh shop somewhur onna nice block, sell my work, smoke hella weed,” he laughed, as they reached the first floor.

“Hell, yeah!” Jeremiah dapped Micah up, laughing as they exited the elevator, then the building.

“Yeah… I’d live a simple life, a dog, go on vacations, make money from my art,” Micah answered as he looked at Jeremiah, who just looked forward, leading them to his car.

“So iss fuck basketball?” he looked back to Micah.

Micah shook his head, “Nah, I love basketball. I really do. Iss jus’ not sum I wanted ta do as a career,” he told him as they reached Jeremiah’s Lexus. “Yo cah nice,” he complimented as they got inside.

Jeremiah looked over to him, smiling, “Thank you, cuz,” he responded. “N allet shit sound nice ta be honest. I respect it,” he told him genuinely as he turned on his car to play low rap music.

“I’m a luh drunk,” Micah giggled.

“Me too. Why I need es blunt ta mellow me out… really shouldn’t be smokin’,” Jeremiah laughed before he continued his questions as he lit the blunt. “So… Ian hur you talk about ya love life at all. Youn plan on bein’ married or nun?” he asked him.

Micah shook his head, “Nah… I can’t lie, I wanna explore. All I been wit is Kelia–since middle schoo’. You feel me, bro? It started out as us, but it turned inta our parents… n if I hadda be honest, I love ha, but Ion think I was eva… yeah,” he nodded, and Jeremiah nodded back and sighed as he passed him the blunt. Micah hit it then continued, “Es why we broke up freshman yur cuz… I wanted ta explore… she caught me wit a bitch in my cah.”

“Yikes…” Jeremiah chuckled.

“Right. Lit my ass up. Parents lit my ass up. Mama and Daddy smacked the shit outta me, n I did feel guilty because I do love Kelia, n I did respect ha until et moment… because I did sum disrespectful shit, but I jus’ wanted ta explore, you feel me, Miah?” he asked, almost desperately as he looked Jeremiah in the eyes.

Jeremiah nodded, “Yeah, I do. You feel trapped–like you was neva in control of any of ya life,” he told him, and Micah just nodded, feeling his eyes get wet.

“Yeah,” he nodded as he hurried to wipe them quickly with his arm, passing Jeremiah the blunt.

“I’m sorry… I hope you… escape one day,” were the only words of consolation Jeremiah could offer Micah.

He thought he failed at consoling him, but Micah felt his heart throb as he wanted to cry even more. He just looked forward, “Me too,” he told him. “Next topic–now you answa et question. Whatchu wanna do in life?” he asked.

Jeremiah smiled, “I jus’ wanna help people. Whetha thru my music or physical therapy,” he told Micah.

“So youn wanna do basketball eitha?” Micah asked.

“I do,” Jeremiah nodded, “I really do, but… I also have ta set realistic expectations n goals–”

“Butchu one of da bes’ onna team. If anybody make it ta da pros…” Micah cut him off.

“Es how I feel ’boutchu,” Jeremiah confessed.

“Numba one and da double oh,” Micah chuckled, referring to their jersey numbers.

“Hell yeah,” Jeremiah laughed out loud as he hit the blunt, then passed it back.

Micah just smiled a bit, “I luv ya answa tho. Et shit sound admirable. Not too many niggas ’round hur, sayin’ dey wanna help people,” he told him genuinely, smiling.

“Thank you,” Jeremiah nodded, averting his eyes, taking a deep sigh.

“So what about yo love life?” Micah asked. “I think I seen you have a couple girlfriends, n we been knowin’ each otha since we been youngins, my nigga,” he laughed. “Niggas thought you was gay at one point,” he spoke, making Jeremiah whip his head towards him.

“Who gay?” he scoffed.

“Nigga, I’m jus’ sayin’—”

“Niggas was fuckin’ n gettin’ pussy, es why Ian had many girlfrens, Micah,” Jeremiah told him, leaking his seat back a bit more and spreading his legs a bit. “I jus’ ain’t no kiss n tell ass nigga,”

Micah just nodded. “I hur you, Miah,”

“So, you only got one body?” Jeremiah asked.

“Nah,” Micah shook his head. “Remember I said I cheated, dumb nigga,”

“Fuck you,” Jeremiah scoffed, making Micah laugh.

“I got fo’ bodies—you?” Micah asked as he inhaled.

Jeremiah hummed, “Prolly twenty,”

“Damn,”

“Yeah…” he chuckled. “But ion regret nun of it tho’,” he shrugged. “I was explorin’,” Jeremiah laughed. “I learned allotta shit from women. I have very amazin’ sex because I learned quickly when I was fuckin’ wit a bitch et was dominant, that it ain’t all about what me n my dick want,” he told Micah, drunk chatting. “Dis bitch, deadass, she got on top, ridin’ da dick on ha tip toes wit ha hands round my neck ta balance. She jus’ kept ridin’ n ridin’ til I nutted n then she kept goin’,” Jeremiah chuckled as he grabbed his own head, making Micah laugh.

“Gahdamn,” Micah shook his head, wondering how that was possible, and how he wanted to try it with Kelia.

Jeremiah just nodded, “N den I nutted again, n again… Dat bitch… she really taught me how ta fuck. N afta ha, what I realized is when you make the pussy feel good, you get a sweet, sweet reward,” he nodded as he looked at Micah, who just averted his eyes for a moment, for some reason feeling his face get a bit hot.

“I need ta meet ha,” Micah chuckled low as he looked forward.

Jeremiah just laughed as he leaned over into Micah’s seat in a fit of laughter, “I got et crazy hoe numba. Imma give it ta you–aye, break up witcha bitch first. Ion condone cheatin’,” he told Micah as he got poked his cheek.

Micah barely heard a word Jeremiah said for the past couple of seconds, feeling the side of his face start burning from the contact. “I hur you,” he smiled. “Wuss ya favorite move, teach me sum pahtna,” he smirked at him.

“Hmmm,” Jeremiah smirked as he thought about it. He looked forward as he bit his lip a bit, remembering all his past experiences.

Plus, the alcohol with Micah… he knew he would be in trouble if they kept talking.

Micah just stared at the side of his face, shifting in his seat a bit. “Have ha on ha stomach,” Jeremiah spoke, then looked over to Micah who was already looking at him.

“Yeah?” Micah asked, making Jeremiah lose track of his thoughts for a moment before he looked forward again. “Have ha on ha stomach, lift ha hips up a luh bit with ha thighs on the bed,” he explained.

In the passenger seat, Micah just found himself already hard, as his mind wandered off as Jeremiah was speaking. He was confused as to why not only the words he spoke, but the sound of his voice, paired with his wild imagination as he thought about himself being the person that was receiving what Jeremiah was giving.

“Get behind on yo knees, grab just one ass cheek first, spread et shit and tease ha wit da tip, then push it in a luh bit, grab both of da cheeks, open it, so when you all the way in she feel you deepa,” he explained. “Drives ’em crazy–only use et if you tryna keep shawty,” he chuckled as he still faced forward, refusing to look at Micah for the moment, for he felt himself growing in his pants as he recalled it.

“I wanna try it,” Micah spoke boldly, knowing his statement was so vague that Jeremiah could assume he was talking about himself and Kelia.

“You should,” Jeremiah said, finally looking over to Micah, letting out a breath when he saw Micah was facing forward.

“You wanna go back up?” Micah asked him, feeling like they needed to get out of the car before something happened that they both regretted.

Jeremiah shook his head no, but answered, “Yeah,”

“Okay,” Micah said as he got out of the car without even looking his way.

•••

The two entered their door room in silence. Jeremiah plopped down onto their couch, turning up the Boondocks, hearing the show’s song “Thuggin’ Love” play low in the background.

Jeremiah just chuckled at the show as Micah came over and sat on the opposite side of the couch. Jeremiah whipped his head towards him, “All the way ova thur is crazy,” he chuckled. “Nigga, get da stick outcha ass,” he grabbed Micah’s wrist, pulling him towards him which caught Micah off guard as he was unintentionally pulled close to Jeremiah.

“Damn, nigga, we close as fuck,” Micah scoffed, turning his head to look over at Jeremiah for how close they were, and his eyes went wide as their lips accidentally touched.

Jeremiah just was frozen as Micah blinked before he pressed their lips together again, fully this time.

Without thought, Jeremiah moved his hand from Micah’s wrist to his waist, holding onto his exposed skin, feeling how smooth his body was as his body ran hot from their lips touching.

Micah didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he just kept them in his lap, resting his head on Jermiah’s shoulder as he stuck his tongue in his mouth, moaning a bit when Jeremiah grabbed the back of Micah’s head to deepen their kiss.

They both ran hot as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. The kiss was sloppy and lustful. They sucked on each other’s lips as Jeremiah gripped Micah’s waist every so often, feeling himself throb in his joggers.

“You gon’ stroke it fa me?” Jeremiah asked Micah on his lips, moving his hand from Micah’s head to his hand, grabbing it, and putting it on top of his print.

Micah nodded, pecking Jeremiah’s lips a few times as he slipped his hand inside his joggers. “Can you touch mine too?” he asked.

Jeremiah nodded, biting Micah’s lip when he felt Micah’s hand rubbing up his chest and down his waistband. “I neva felt a nigga body like es,” Micah spoke, pulling back to look at Jeremiah as he took off his shirt.

“Me neitha,” Jeremiah shrugged, pulling Micah onto his lap.

“I’m not a bitch,” Micah chuckled as he straddled him.

Jeremiah just bit his lip as he looked up into Micah’s eyes. “I know et,” he smiled. “So whatchu wanna do?” he asked as his hands moved to the back of Micah’s going inside his pants and underwear to grab his ass, causing an involuntary gasp to slip from Micah’s lips.

Micah didn’t say another word. He just reached into both of their pants, pulling their extremely hard dicks out, for some reason, feeling his backside throb the more Jeremiah played with his ass.

Micah started grinding down on Jeremiah’s lap, grabbing both of their dicks with his hand as he started stroking them both. “Miah,” he breathed, reconnecting their lips, slipping his tongue back inside as they both moaned in each other’s mouths.

“Shit, Micah,” Jeremiah moaned on Micah’s lips from the feeling of his hand, paired with how fat his ass felt in his hands. He couldn’t lie if he said he wasn’t imagining fucking Micah right now.

“Mmm–Miah wh-whatchu doin’?” Micah moaned in Jeremiah’s ear, feeling his fingers get a little too close to his hole.

“Sorry,” Jeremiah breathed, “Micah, y-you gon’ find my dick in you if you don’t quit it,” he pulled Micah’s hair back, feeling him kissing on his neck as he grinded down into Jeremiah’s lap, lowkey hoping his finger would graze over his hole again to feel that pleasure.

Micah only bit his lip from being manhandled, confused as to why it was turning him on. He then imagined Jeremiah’s words, imagining Jeremiah’s hands around his neck, feeling his dick throb in his hand and against Jeremiah’s from the thought. “I want that,” he breathed heavily.

“You do?” Jeremiah asked him again to be sure. “You wanna fuck?” he asked, letting him go.

Micah just looked down into his eyes, resting his hands on Jeremiah’s chest. “I wanna explore,” he told Jeremiah.

Jeremiah nodded. “Okay. I gotchu,” he smirked, pecking Micah’s lips a few times. “Ion know how ta fuck niggas tho. I imagine iss not too too different,” he pulled out his phone, going to Google.

Micah just wrapped his arms around Jeremiah, lying his head on Jeremiah’s, smashing their cheeks together a bit as he looked at the phone with him.

The two found a Reddit forum. They both read it fully with their eyes widening at the preparation Micah had to do just to fuck.

“Fuck no,” Micah shook his head as Jeremiah clicked on a link to a gay porn sight. He made sure to type in black in the search bar, then curiously clicked on one of the videos entitled: Fuckin’ him like he’s my nigga but he’s just my cumdump.

Jeremiah blinked at the title, but he figured it would be the most realistic in terms of sex.

“Hell, nah, turn it off. Ion wanna do et shit no mo,” Micah complained, but Jeremiah paid him no mind, keeping his arm wrapped around his torso as he curiously watched the video, really intrigued as to how boys have sex.

A few minutes passed, “I changed my mind again…” Micah blinked, burying his head in Jeremiah’s neck as he grinded down in his lap as the video continued to play, filling the room with moans and all the good sex sounds.

Jeremiah just chuckled. “Okay. Less do it,” he told Micah, going back to the Reddit thread, ordering everything they needed on Doordash.

Once it arrived. Jeremiah sent Micah the Reddit thread, and Micah locked himself in the bathroom, so he could prepare while Jeremiah watched several videos just to make sure that it wasn’t nothing too different from how he normally has sex.

He wanted the experience to be good.

“My ass feel weird…” Micah complained once he exited the bathroom about an hour later. “I’m almost sober. I need anotha shot,” he chuckled as he grabbed the wine bottle, drinking the rest while Jeremiah shook his head, feeling high, for he took a smoke break while Micah was in the bathroom.

“You ready?” Jeremiah asked him and Micah nodded.

“Who’s room?”

“Mine,” Jeremiah smiled, grabbing their bag of lube and condoms as he led them into his room, locking the door behind them. “Lights on or off?” he asked.

“Off, please,” Micah told him as he shyly started to strip his clothes.

Jeremiah smiled, stripping his clothes too. He walked over to Micah, putting his hands around his waist as he looked him into his eyes. “Iss jus’ us hur. I gotchu. N at any point, if youn wanna do this, lemme know okay?” he told him.

Micah nodded, feeling his heart throb and his face heat up. “I hur you,” he said. He felt comfortable with Jeremiah.

He did the last time he drunkenly ranted and cried to him. He feels it now.

“Gimme kiss,” Jeremiah told him and Micah smiled, grabbing Jeremiah’s face, and sucked on both of his lips as he pushed him onto the bed, falling on top of him.

They kissed throughout the whole thing. Jeremiah started sucking on Micah’s neck as he grabbed the bottle of lube. “Squirt some on yaself fa me,” he told Micah, pulling back.

He watched as Micah squirted lube onto his fingers then pushed it between his ass, hissing from the cold. “You sexy as fuck,” Jeremiah told him, making Micah blush.

“Shut up, nigga,” he shook his head, making Jeremiah laugh and attack Micah in another kiss as he lay on his side.

“Come hur,” Jeremiah told him.

Micah got close, wrapping his arms and legs around Jeremiah who sucked on Micah’s neck while his middle finger rubbed over Micah’s hole. “Mmm,” he moaned into Jeremiah’s mouth at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Et feel good, baby?” Jeremiah asked in his ear as he pushed the tip of his finger inside of him.

“U-Uh, yeah,” Micah breathed as Jeremiah grabbed the bottle of lube to pull his finger out and squeeze a little of the liquid on his hole before pushing his finger almost halfway inside. “Gentle, Miah,” he breathed, feeling his eyes flicker a bit at the feeling of being stretched out.

Jeremiah pulled off his neck to apologize before he pulled back and watched Micah’s reactions, so he would know if he was hurting him or not as he fingered him.

“Fuck,” Micah’s mouth hung open, and Jeremiah watched his legs shake a bit when his finger was fully inside.

“Mmhmm,” Jeremiah hummed as he continued stroking both of them, simultaneously fingering Micah, feeling Micah relax and feel more and more stretched around his finger, letting him know it was time to add another. “Sss,” Micah hissed, feeling his hole stretch a little more with the second finger.

“Gimme a kiss, baby. Don’t focus onnet,” Jeremiah told him, leaning in to leave a trail of kissing along his face until he got to his lips, gently kissing and sucking on them, hearing as Micah’s breathing slowly turned into low hums and moans in his mouth.

He was more relaxed and feeling good. “How et feel?” Jeremiah asked on his lips as he wiggled his two middle fingers inside of him.

“Miah—Ahh,” Micah moaned at a softer pitch, shocking himself in the process. “Baby, right thur,” he moaned out, laying his head on the pillow, holding onto Jeremiah’s arm.

Jeremiah just felt his own dick throb as he watched and heard Micah’s reactions, making sure he curled and wiggled his fingers at the same spot. “Oh, Miah,” Micah moaned, then bit down on his lip to contain his noises.

He never felt this kind of pleasure before and he only craved more of it. He only imagined doing what Jeremiah described in the car. “I wanna do et,”

“I gotchu, baby,” Jeremiah, kissed his lips, knowing what he was referring to. “You think you ready?” he asked, and Micah shook his head no.

“Look atcho dick—iss big, Jeremiah,” he smacked his lips.

Jeremiah just laughed which made Micah glare. “I’m deadass—you needa prepur me, or you ain’t fuckin’,” he shook his head.

“I gotchu, Micah. I keep sayin’ et,” Jeremiah giggled as he started fingering Micah again, watching as Micah slipped back into submission—his eyes pouty as he nibbled on his bottom lip while Jeremiah controlled his pleasure.

“I-I-I knooow,” Micah let out a stuttered moan while Jeremiah just marveled at Micah, feeling his dick throb even more. “I want more,” he breathed out as he kept his head laid out on the pillow.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip, reattaching their lips as he gripped Micah’s ass with the other hand, spreading him open, so he could slip in a third finger. “Jeremiah,” Micah breathed. “I want more,” he looked into his eyes, biting down on his lip.

“Baby, you gotta be patient,” Jeremiah slapped his ass with the hand that wasn’t inside of him. “You hur me?” Jeremiah slapped his ass again.

Micah bit his lip at every slap, feeling both ends throb from the pleasure he got from the pain. “I hur you,” he whispered on Jeremiah’s lips before sucking on them.

He felt his legs and toes shake and curl as his orgasm grew even more as Jeremiah gently pleasured his hole. He wanted him so bad.

He didn’t even know why, but he felt like Jeremiah was oddly one of the only people who understood him, and since they’d moved in together, he’d grown to appreciate him—his heart oddly fond of him.

More than anything, he felt like he could be his real self around Jeremiah, and he was comfortable around him.

It probably aided in him being so willing to do whatever Jeremiah instructed him to do.

“You gon’ let daddy take cur of you?” Jeremiah raised a brow, looking Micah in the eye. “Lemme hur you say it,” he bit down on his lip as he continued fingering him.

Micah furrowed his brows as he glared at Jeremiah a bit, “Hell, nah—ahh,” he moaned, feeling his spot being poked. “Oh, fuck, Miah—”

“Nah,” Jeremiah shook his head. “You gon’ let daddy take cur of you?” he repeated, continuing to please his spot.

“B-baby, please,” Micah moaned, grabbing his dick as he began to stroke it, feening for a nut. “Imma letchu take cur of me,” he bit down on his lip.

“Nah,” Jeremiah slapped his ass hard, watching Micah’s eyes go to the back of his head, knowing he was loving being handled.

He slapped it hard a few more times, gaining some more moans from him. “Imma letchu take c-cur of me, daddy,” Micah caved, moaning as he continued to beat his dick, feeling cum slowly ooze from his tip, unable to hold his nut anymore.

Jeremiah just pulled his fingers out and grabbed his dick, aligning it with Micah’s hole as he continued to come. “Deep breath,” he told Micah who was barely in his right mind, feeling Jeremiah push his leg up towards his chest.

Micah hesitantly took a deep breath, “Breathe out,” Jeremiah told him, pushing in when Micah breathed out.

“W-wait,” Micah pushed on Jeremiah’s stomach. “Pull it out a bit,” he told him, feeling as if Jeremiah’s dick was still too big.

Jeremiah quickly nodded, “Hold on, baby. Get on yo back,” he flipped Micah onto his back, grabbing both of his legs. “We gon’ work on ya flexibility, but fa just hold these fa me,” he pushed his legs as far back as he could before grabbing his dick and pouring some more lube on Micah’s hole and his own dick. “It should feel betta,” he said.

He then gently held Micah’s thighs back as he pushed into Micah even more gently and slowly. “Fuck,” Micah breathed, feeling a slightly uncomfortable feeling as his hole was being stretched.

“You okay, Micah. Relax, baby,” Jeremiah started kissing along Micah’s face.

Micah just wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s shoulders as he furrowed his brows and bit down hard on Jeremiah’s shoulder, feeling him push in a little more before pulling out. “Fuck,” he grunted, feeling his hole slowly get stretched as Jeremiah thrust about a third of himself inside of Micah.

“Miah,” Micah moaned. “Miah,” he moaned again, feeling the pleasure start to grow within him as his nerves started to become stimulated over the slight pain of his hole being stretched. “Oh, shit,” he put his hand over his mouth from the way Jeremiah had him moaning.

“Mmhm,” Jeremiah hummed, feeling his dick throb at how tight Micah was, and how his hole formed around his dick, engulfing it in a tight, warm, and wet hug. “You feel so mufuckin’ good,” he breathed in Micah’s neck.

Micah only moaned even louder, wrapping his legs around Jeremiah, trying to pull him in deeper. “You want sum more of me?” Jeremiah asked.

“I want more, da–Miah–” Micah stopped himself from calling him daddy again.

“Huh?” Jeremiah raised a brow. “You already fucked up, Micah–give me what I want,” he told him as he wrapped his hand around Micah’s throat.

Micah’s eyes only rolled to the back of his head. He knew from when Jeremiah mentioned it earlier that he would like to be choked. “Make me say it nigga,” Micah choked out, taunting him a bit, feeling as Jeremiah squeezed his throat even hard, plunging in his him deeper, but not all the way.

Micah almost yelled from the rough penetration as Jeremiah gave him the same gentle strokes, but deeper, making Micah’s toes curl a bit.

“Fuck, J-Jeremiah,” Micah moaned and squirmed under him, feeling overstimulated in pleasure. “D-deepa, p-please,” he panted. “Jeremiaahh,” he dragged out a moan, rolling his hips a bit.

“Kee-keep still, Micah,” Jeremiah then kissed his lips, going even deeper, bottoming out, and feeling Micah push his waist a bit.

Jeremiah just chuckled, “I know you ain’t ask fa alles dick, then can’t take it,” he said, letting go of Micah’s neck to grab and pin both of Micah’s hands above his head, pulling his hips up until only the tip was inside, then slowly filling Micah back up.

Micah felt his legs trembling with each inch Jeremiah gave him. “Oh-ohhh, Miah, sss–fuck, lemme go,” he tried to command him.

Jeremiah just lowly moaned in Micah’s neck as he continued his tortuous slow strokes. “Jeremiah,” he moaned out. “Jeremiah–Jeremiaaahhh, Imma nut,” he let out some dragged-out moans.

He felt as if his mind was gone. His fist balled up as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his lip hard. “Ahhh, ahhh,” he continued to moan as Jeremiah sped up the pace of his hips.

Jeremiah bit his lip too, looking down to watch his dick slide in and out of him. “Shit so wet fa a nigga,” he breathed, pushing his full length into him, then pulling back a bit, then back in, feeling Micah clench around him each time. “Micah,” he moaned.

“Imma cum, Imma cum,” Micah moaned, feeling his dick throbbing against Jeremiah’s stomach, feeling precum ooze from his tip.

Jeremiah pulled out, “You gon’ lemme put you in my favorite? You wanted ta try it right?” he asked him, and Micah nodded.

Micah remembered every word from the car. He got onto his stomach, feeling his legs trembling as he moved, biting his lip in anticipation. He wanted to cum again so bad.

Jeremiah grabbed and lifted Micah’s hips, pushing his thighs against the bed, so he was almost arching for him. He then grabbed both of Micah’s ass cheeks, spreading them open as he pushed the tip of his dick into him again.

“Fuck,” Micah moaned with his face pushed into the pillow. “Ahhhh,” he moaned at a higher pitch, feeling Jeremiah push all the way inside him, causing Micah to clench around his dick.

“Grippin’ a nigga dick like crazy, huh?” Jeremiah breathed as he got onto his knees, slowly rolling his hips inside of him.

“Miah,” Micah let out a dragged-out moan, reaching behind him to push Jeremiah’s stomach. “You got too much dick, nigga,” he spit out, making Jeremiah laugh out loud before he gripped Micah’s hips.

“Let me fuck you, Micah,” Jeremiah told him, slapping his ass as he continued fucking him at a nice and steady pace, feeling Micah get slicker each time he stirred his insides with his dick.

“I aaaammmmm,” Micah whined, feeling his toes curl when Jeremiah hit his spot, losing the slight arch in his back, trying to run from Jeremiah’s pleasure and torture-filled thrusts.

He’s never felt this much pleasure in his life, and the way Jeremiah was so gentle with him, making sure he only felt pleasure, learning his body so quickly.

“Baby, arch it,” Jeremiah held his back down as he continued fucking him from the back, watching Micah’s ass jiggle up against his waist. “Got da dick shinin’, Micah,” he breathed at the feeling of his dick throbbing at how tight and wet Micah was. “You gon’ cum wit me?”

Micah nodded, trying his best to return to his position as he gripped the sheets feeling his whole body move forward quickly as Jeremiah gave him quick thrusts. “Make me cum, daddy, please, pleaseeee,” he moved his hips backward, attempting to match Jeremiah’s thrust.

“Ass so tight. Best shit I had,” Jeremiah breathed as he continued thrusting. “I’m close,” he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Oh,” Micah moaned from the sounds of Jeremiah’s dick, going in and out of him.

He was confused as to how Jeremiah had his hole sounding like he made Kelia’s pussy sound when he was in it.

Jeremiah made him feel so good.

As he was about to pull out, Micah grabbed onto him wherever he could. “No, no— inside,” he told him, making Jeremiah smirk.

He knew this was dangerous.

Jeremiah knew this would change them forever, but he still did it, he still fucked him, so he might as well go all the way.

He continued thrusting, throwing his head back until the two both came together with Jeremiah collapsing on top of Micah.

He breathed heavily, looking at Micah in the eye. “You liked that?” he asked him.

Micah nodded. “You dangerous.”

Jeremiah smirked. “I make yo night feel betta?” he asked.

Micah only smiled, leaning in and kissing Jeremiah, nodding, “You did,” he spoke on his lips.

“Good… you wanna do it again?” he asked, making Micah bite his lip and smirk.

•••

about an hour later

“Oh, shit,” Micah cursed into the bedsheets. “J-Jeremiah,” he moaned as Jeremiah slowly pleased his hole while Micah lay on his side with Jeremiah on his knees behind him.

“Mmhmm,” Jeremiah hummed with one hand interlocking with Micah’s, keeping it behind his back while the other holding Micah’s ass cheek, keeping it spread open as he continued to slowly fill him up. “Mhmm,”

He only hummed and grunted as Micah moaned each time his hole was stretched by Jeremiah’s dick.

“Fuck,” Micah moaned. His mind was gone at this point. He doesn’t even know how many times Jeremiah has made him cum. “Oooh, shit,”

“Es right, baby. Take et dick like et,” Jeremiah breathed, starting to roll and whine his hips into Micah.

“Ahh—oh, baby,” Micah moaned loudly. He bit down on his lips hard.

Jeremiah never sped up his pace which only made Micah feel as if he was making love to him.

“Baby, please,” Micah pleaded with him. “—Fuck, Miah,” he reached his other hand back to push his stomach.

The slow thrust made Jeremiah feel even bigger, and it felt so good that Micah’s whole body felt as if it was engulfed in flames.

“Wussup, baby?” Jeremiah breathed as his own eyes rolled back from how good Micah felt, paired with all his reactions to him, it just made Jeremiah even hornier.

“Tell me how I’m makin’ you feel?” Jeremiah leaned down to whisper in Micah’s ear as he continued rolling his hips, torturously sliding in and out his tight, wet, and sticky hole. “Why you keep tryna run?”

Micah’s eyes rolled back and both ends of him throbbed continuously. “Fuck, Miah,” he moaned. Jeremiah then pulled out for a second to lay behind him.

He then wrapped his hand around Micah’s neck from underneath him, putting his leg on top of Micah’s as he grabbed and guided his dick back inside of Micah. “Oooh,” Micah whined and squirmed a bit, attempting to run from Jeremiah again, but Jeremiah just locked his leg around Micah, continuing to squeeze his throat as he started slowly fucking him again.

Micah’s eyebrows furrowed as he put his face in the sheets, feeling as if he’d be too loud. “Unhh,” he let out a muffled and ragged moan.

“Mmm-mmm,” Jeremiah hummed, moving his hand from Micah’s throat to his chin to lift his face from the sheets. “I like hurin’ dem sexy ass moans, Micah,” he breathed on his neck, then got close to his ear as he started letting out his own softer moans while he gradually thrusted inside of him. “Ah-Micah, you feel so good,” he bit down on his ear.

“Baby,” Micah spoke breathlessly, feeling his eyes water and his voice shake. He was only pleasured even more when he heard Jeremiah moaning in his ear. It only made him more slick. “Imma nut a-again,” he bit down on his lip as Jeremiah tightened his leg around him, reaching between them to spread Micah open, so he could feel him even more.

There was silence between them for a moment as you just heard them panting in bliss as they both neared their orgasms. “You like the way I’m fuckin’ you?” Jeremiah asked as he put his hand back around Micah’s throat.

Micah nodded as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. He wanted to cum so badly, but he only kept being tortured by Jeremiah’s slow strokes. “I love it,” Micah breathed out, then his eyes rolled back when he felt Jeremiah hit his spot one more time which caused his dick to start slowly oozing cum.

Micah’s mouth opened, and Jeremiah just stroked him through his nut, then flipped him on his back, climbing on top of him, holding up one finger. “One mo’?” he asked, biting down on his lip, thrusting in between Micah’s legs.

Nodding, Micah, put his hands around Jeremiah’s neck and pulled him down, so their lips could touch again. “You can do whateva you want,” Micah whispered, then bit down on Jeremiah’s bottom lip.

Feeling a wave of adrenaline run through his body, Jeremiah shoved his tongue in Micah’s mouth as he grabbed both of his thighs, then let one go, so he could grab his dick.

He aligned his tip. with Micah’s hole, pushing the tip inside, “Don’t say et shit ta a nigga like me,” Jeremiah whispered on his lips, thrusting fully into him.

“Ah!” Micah let out a sharp moan from the sudden penetration. “Fuck, Miah,” he breathed, tossing his head back as his eyes also went to the back of his head. “Oh, shit,” he moaned, feeling his legs shaking with every inch Jeremiah fed him.

“You gon’ make a nigga addicted,” Jeremiah breathed, putting his hands on both sides of Micah’s head, pushing himself up, so he could deliver Micah even deeper, controlled strokes.

His dick throbbed from being sensitive after nutting a couple of times. “Shit, I’m already rey nut,” Micah bit down on his lip as he looked back up at Jeremiah hovering over him, marveling up at him. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed, then let out some higher-pitched moans at the sensation of the tip of Micah’s dick rubbing over his spot.

Jeremiah knew when he found Micah’s spot because Micah had a deep and soothing voice, that he’d grown to appreciate, so when his voice would change pitch he’d focus on pleasing that spot only. “How I gotchu feelin’?” he asked.

“I’m rey cum,”

“Me too, baby,” Jeremiah reconnect their lips, letting his body fall on top of Micah’s.

The two continued to fuck in complete euphoria until both of their stomachs tightened. “Oh, shit,” Micah panted as the two both came down from their nuts.

Jeremiah just wrapped his arms around Micah. “Lemme stay right hur fa a second… you drained a nigga,”

Micah, whose eyes were already closing, just chuckled, “Whateva you want, daddy,” he teased, making Jeremiah pop his head up.

“Quit playin…” Jeremiah bit down on his lip.

“And if I don’t?” Micah spoke groggily, biting down on his lip as his low eyes peered up at Jeremiah.

Fuck it. They both thought.

•••

the next morning

Jeremiah opened his eyes, realizing his arms were wrapped around Micah’s stomach.

His eyes widened as he gasped loudly. “Don’t say nun,” Micah whispered, facing forward.

Tears were streaming down his face as he nibbled on his fingernail, refusing to look backward.

Jeremiah didn’t say anything, he just pulled backward, realizing that he was still inside of Micah, who almost felt sick to his stomach when Jeremiah pulled out of him.

When he did, Micah jumped out of the bed as best he could and ran out of his room, “Micah—”

“Es shit ain’t h-happen,” Micah shook his head, almost gagging at himself.

He felt disgusted. “Nah, nah, nah,”

“Micah—”

“Nah, stop,” Micah cried. “Stop—stop, I said ‘on’t talk,” he put his finger to his lip as Jeremiah just stayed in the bed. “All es shit deaded, we ain’t frens, enemies, or nun, aight?” he told Micah. “We can’t,” he shook his head as tears fell from his face.

Jeremiah just nodded, understanding where he was coming from.

It was for the best they acted like they didn’t do what they just did. How it made them feel. How they made each other feel…

It wasn’t a kind world.

So they decided they would just remain roommates.

to be continued…

•••

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