Chapter 17

VALENTINE’S DAY, 2020… actually, it’s sometime in MARCH

Micah woke up in bed. It was the middle of the night.

About two in the morning.

He had gotten hot and was on top of the covers with a small blanket while Jeremiah lay next to him with his blanket wrapped around him.

He looked at Jeremiah’s sleeping face. He had his head leaning against Micah’s shoulder as Micah lay on his back.

Micah smiled, staring at him for a while more, looking at his eyelashes, his lips, and the way they were slightly parted… he even drooled a bit, and Micah thought about pushing him off of his shoulder, but the more he stared at Jeremiah, the more he just smiled at him.

“Es nigga got me soft as a bitch,” Micah mumbled to himself, grabbing his phone.

His eyes widened, “Valentine’s day…” he sighed, looking through his photos, seeing albums of him and the mother of his child from the previous year3.

Kelia

> I know we’re not on the best of terms but, I love you. Happy Valentine’s day, Micah. ❤️

Micah only stared at the text.

He continued staring at it, seeing a text she had left him while he was away.

He then clicked on it and started scrolling through their messages.

Kelia

december, 26, 2019

> heres the pictures baby

> *five attachments*

Micah clicked on the photos, looking through them, seeing him and Kelia out on their after Christmas date. They went to a restaurant, then went to go see a movie, and the photos were of her sitting on his lap while he held her waist and belly.

He stared at the pictures, feeling his blood starting to heat.

He closed his phone, looking over to Jeremiah, hearing his subtle breathing. He sighed, putting his phone on the nightstand, getting underneath the covers, and snuggling up under Jeremiah.

Jeremiah just wrapped his arms around him, falling back asleep as Micah stood awake, letting Jeremiah’s warmth calm him down.

Why do this shit hurt?

I’m with the one I wanna be with at the moment, so why?

I’m the one who was considering breaking up with her anyway.

I was already fucking this nigga before I even found out about the two, so why does it hurt.

Micah’s thoughts ran rapidly. “Go ta sleep, baby—stop thinkin’ ’bout shit,” he heard Jeremiah’s deep groggy voice in his ear.

“What?” Micah asked, caught off guard. “H-How you even—” he paused, hearing snoring.”Is es nigga deadass serious?” he scoffed, trying to turn over, but Jeremiah kept his arm locked around him.

“Stop movin’, Micah,” he groaned, snuggling into Micah’s chest.

Micah just stared at him, then sighed.

He lay there for a moment, staring out of the single window in his room, wondering how he and Jeremiah ended up at this point.

They had known each other for almost ten years.

They were rivals, they had an interest in the same girl, they both wanted the top spot on the basketball team, they both were popular, although Jeremiah didn’t care to be; Micah, on the other hand… It was bred into him.

Be the most liked, the most popular, the best looking.

Michael Sr was very intentional in choosing his wife. A pretty mixed woman, who was the captain of the LU cheerleading team.

Just like Micah’s future wife was intended to be…

His life was following the same trajectory as his father until he got stuck in the same dorm room as him.

Micah opened his eyes after they were closed once Jeremiah told him to go to sleep. He took one last look at him before kissing his lips softly, then shutting his eyes and falling asleep.

•••

later in the morning

Standing over the stove, Micah continued preparing breakfast for himself and Jeremiah.

It consisted of bacon, toast, grits, and a stuffed omelette.

He was feeling extra nice today.

Micah looked over to the door when he heard a knock, right as he was finishing.

He opened the door to his dorm room, raising a brow when he saw Jeremiah standing there with a smile. “Fuck are you doin’? You lost yo key?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah shook his head. ” I just came to give my lover these on Valentine’s Day,” he smiled, pulling a bouquet of roses from behind him.

Micah looked at the flowers, then up at him. “You corny… n iss way past Valentine’s day, Jeremiah… I know you ain’t tryna make up fa et dumbass confession you told me,” he couldn’t help but to smile.

“Well… Ian rey lie, et’s apart of it, but I been wantin’ ta make you my Valentine, so why not today?” Jeremiah asked, shrugging and chuckling at Micah’s reaction, making Micah laugh too. “Jus’ go along wit it, baby… please.”

Was it a coincidence that he had just been shown an album of him and his ex… they didn’t even get to celebrate this year, even if Micah wasn’t out of the hospital. Now, here was Jeremiah standing at the door with a giant bouquet of flowers, wanting to make up for time that wasn’t even lost for them. He wanted to make up for his mistake–prove his love.

He pulled Jeremiah inside, closing the door behind them.

Fuck it. He thought to himself.”Well then, happy  fake Valentine’s Day, my favorite person on Earth at the moment,” Micah told him, looking into his eyes as they stood close to each other, only the flowers in between them separated the two.

“You mean et?” Jeremiah asked, and Micah nodded.

“I mean et—I love you, Miah—and you basically became my best friend,” he spoke honestly, and Jeremiah just put the flowers down on the table, so he could hug Micah.

He hugged him for a long time, feeling Micah put his hands on his waist as he started leaving a few pecks on Jeremiah’s neck.

Jeremiah pulled back, looking down, just a tad into Micah’s eyes, for they were only a few inches apart. “I love you too, Micah–you got my heart foreva, n I mean et,” he nodded, grabbing Micah’s chin to give him a few deep pecks.

Once they stopped kissing, Micah led him to the kitchen while holding his hand, with his flowers in the other arm. “You showed out today, huh?” Jeremiah smiled, grabbing a piece of bacon and biting it. He then set it on a plate that was going to be soon filled with his food soon before turning to Micah, lifting him up by his thighs and setting him on the counter.

Micah just wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s shoulders, “I did a luh sum,” he smiled, giggling as Jeremiah leaned in to kiss him again, slipping his tongue inside while he gripped and grabbed both of his thighs. “Why we so lovey today? Iss weird,” Micah said low as their lips were only a millimeter apart.

“Iss V Day, baby,” Jeremiah told him as he pecked his lips. “N we goin’ out onna date, so afta we eat get ready,” he instructed.

“Huh?” Micah raised a brow. “A date?” he asked in disbelief. 

“Why you shocked?” Jeremiah chuckled. “You don’t wanna go on one?”

Micah quickly shook his head, “Nah, et ain’t what I meant… I jus’…” he shrugged. “Neva been asked,” he told him.

Jeremiah just smiled, pecking his lips again, then leaning back. “Well, I’m askin’… You wanna go onna date with me? You wanna be my Valentine?” he smiled.

Micah couldn’t help but to blush and cover his face, nodding and sighing, “Fine, let’s go onna date.”

Prying Micah’s hands from his face, Jeremiah just giggled a bit at his shyness, thinking how cute he was.

“Come on, let’s eat. I got some shit fa us ta do,” hr told Micah, looking into his eyes.

“I don’t deserve es,” he whispered low, feeling a bit of guilt about their relationship as well as his feelings from earlier, reminiscing on his previous one.

He felt that Jeremiah was a light, and he was a dark cloud, wondering why Jeremiah put up with him.

“Did I ask what you thank you deserve?” he asked, smacking his lips.

Micah only furrowed his brows, “You be tryna bitch me.”

“N I do,”

“Says who, nigga?” Micah stood up, bumping his chest against Jeremiah’s, making him chuckle. “Fuck is funny?” he pushed Jermeiah towards the wall, pressing him against his with his body.

Jeremiah just bit down on his lip, looking down a couple of inches into his eyes. “Nothin’, daddy,” he shook his head.

Micah tilted his head to the side. “Huh?” he chuckled, now smiling.

“Huh?” Jeremiah mocked him, slipping his hands around Micah’s waist, flipping their positions. He grabbed Micah’s wrists, forcefully pinning them to his back, then pinning his body against the wall. “So you ain’t my luh bitch?” he raised a brow. “Ion beat et pussy up… as a man should?” he asked, just making Micah bust out laughing, but blushing at the same time.

“You are dumbest nigga I know,”  Micah told him. “I mean you do a luh sum,” he smiled.

“I beat it up—don’t cap,” Jeremiah giggled.

Micha just rolled his eyes, “You beat it up, daddy, you know et,” he said while staring him into the eyes.

Jeremiah only felt himself get fully hard as he started tapping his feet.

Micah then paused, shaking his head, “Nah, lemme not say et,” he giggled to himself.

“What? You can’t do et, say it,” Jeremiah’s eyes went wide, wanting to know what Micah was going to say.

Micah just chuckled, not trying to escape Jeremiah’s grip. He shook his head, he leaned forward, putting his mouth close to Jeremiah’s ear as he leaned against Micah’s body. “I can’t wait ta see…” he paused giggled a bit in shyness for his next words. “How… wet you get a nigga tonight.” He then leaned back, looking to see Jeremiah’s reaction.

“Let’s eat, baby.” Jeremiah let him go, shaking his head and walking over to warm his food up, so he could begin eating.

“Can I eatchu later?” Micah asked, making Jeremiah whip his head towards him as he was about to take a bite of his food.

“Eat what? The dick?” Jeremiah asked.

Micah shook his head, then nodded, “Well, yeah, but… yo ass too,” he told him. “Can I?” he asked, going into the kitchen, fixing himself a light plate, then going to sit on the couch next to him.

Jeremiah looked over at him, nodding, “Mhm, you can do et,” he giggled.

“Aight, make sho that ass clean,” Micah smiled and started eating his food.

“My ass always clean, bitch,” Jeremiah scoffed in offense.

“You actin’ real offended, like some shit is true—no pun intended,” Micah laughed.

“We’re eatin’, Micah. You’re disgustin’,” Jeremiah shook his head, then looked away from him as Micah cracked up laughing, slapping his knee.

Jeremiah only groaned. “Fuckin’ annoyin’,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing the TV remote to turn up the current show, Dragon Ball Z.

As they ate, they heard knocking, which caused them to whip their heads towards the door.

“We don’t got time fa visitors,” Jeremiah groaned.

“Relax, papi,” Micah kissed his cheek, catching him off guard.

“Since when you know Spanish?” Jeremiah smiled with a blushing face.

“He estado tomando español desde que tenía ocho años, papi. Mantente al día y sé amable,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah understood every word, for he’d been taking Spanish since middle school.

Micah stood up to go get the door, with Jeremiah just turned on, in a daze, still sitting.

“Solo español cuando follemos esta noche,” Jeremiah giggled, and Micah just shook his head, giggling too as he approached the door, looking through the peephole and opening it when he saw some of their friends standing there.

“Wassup, Jordy,” he referred to Jordan, dapping him up.

Jordan smiled, taking it upon himself to walk inside.

He sniffed around, “Damn, Micah, whatchu make?” he asked, laughing. “Wassup, Miah,” he walked over to him, dapping him up too.

“Jus’ go see, big bitch,” Micah chuckled as dapped up Taylor, Chase… and James.

Micah just stared at him for a second… then cracked a smile. “Wassup, brody,” he laughed, dapping him up.

If anything Micah could do, it was act.

It was a few days after Jeremiah’s confession.

Micah wanted to just fully pull back his fist, like he was Luffy in One Piece, and punch his ass in the face, but… Micah grew up doing PR.

He didn’t feel it was the right time to crash out on him, so he’d wait until the opportunity struck.

For months, James had been trying Micah, and… only if they didn’t care about being outed, Micah would’ve sent James their sextape… especially the parts where Jeremiah was deep inside of him, telling him that he was all he wanted–that he loved him.

Bitch, Jeremiah told me you was just swallowing dick, like a fucking cum bucket, and he didn’t even lick your ass back? Micah thought as he dapped him up.

Shit, I can’t even blame my nigga, because if a whore was offering me throat, as a man, why wouldn’t I take it.

That’s all he sees you as, by the way, a fucking cum rag, a whore, a slut, a mouth… nigga wouldn’t even fuck you–oooo if he fucked you, I would beat the shit outta both of y’all–

“Micah,” Micah snapped from his thoughts, hearing his name.

“You good?” James asked him.

Micah nodded, “Yeah, I’m coo’,” he smiled. “Go eat, hungry niggas,” he laughed. “What brings y’all hur, by the way?” he asked as he sat back down on the couch, a bit annoyed that Jordan was sitting in between them.

He wanted to sit by Jeremiah… he really wanted to sit on his lap, but… he’s not that bold… yet.

“Since when niggas question et?” Chase scoffed as he began making himself a plate of food.

Micah just shut up because they were right… and that was suspect… also the, “Who sent flowers? You got stalkers, Woody Kent?” Taylor laughed as he also washed his hands and grabbed a plate.

“Uhh,” Jeremiah stuttered in his words. He wasn’t a good on-the-spot liar.

“Bitches is weirdos, ain’t they?” Micah covered for them. “They was pretty tho, so I put ’em up,” Micah shrugged, unconsciously blushing a bit.

Of course, James knew it was a lie, and that Jeremiah probably had gotten them for him.

“Watch out, man—mufuckas is crazy nowadays,” Chase added on, and Jeremiah quickly nodded to go along with the lie.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “A nigga might have ta start lookin’ inta security or sum. Ion know,” Jeremiah shrugged.

“Yeah, these bitches crazy, bro,” Jordan added.

The group then fell into conversation as they ate at the small table as well as the couch–all watching Dragon Ball Z.

“Who you thank stronga? Gohan or Goku?” Micah asked Chase.

Chase just blinked, looking at the TV screen. “Goku—”

“Bullshit, nigga, et was a test, n you failed,” Micah smacked his lips.

“Nigga!” Chase stood up. “Goku literally the main fuckin’ character!” he almost shouted, smacking his hands together to each word.

Meanwhile at the table, “Jus’ loud n ghetto as fuck,” Jordan scoffed, making Jeremiah and Taylor laugh.

“What y’all up fa today?” Taylor asked, taking a sip of his orange juice.

“Well…” Jeremiah started.

Think quickly, Jeremiah. “Uh, we was jus’ doin’ sum impromptu—they re-released a DBZ movie…”

Taylor raised a brow, and Jeremiah only wished Micah were next to him.

Bae is the quick thinker, not I…

“And…” Jeremiah dragged out the word, then paused, and Jordan furrowed his brows.

“Huh?” Jordan spoke aloud.

“Afta et, me n Miah headin’ ta our old middle school—we jus’ wanted ta stop by, n play Coach a luh bit. Our old coach was at one of our games back in January,” Micah spoke up.

Again, he was PR trained… well, he knew how to use it when beneficial.

“Right… okay, okay. Y’all sound busy,” James added on, and Micah just chuckled, knowing the game he was playing. “I be back–gotta take a shit.”

I can’t want to beat the shit outta him. I don’t know how much more I can handle. Bitch

“We are. We’ll bring y’all next time fa sho,” Micah nodded, putting an arm around Chase. “So, what y’all up to?” he asked, putting an arm around Chase, quickly changing the subject.

“Not shit–hit the gym. I gotta test toma, so I’m rey make TayTay study wit me,” Jordan told the table.

“Huh?” Taylor looked over at Jordan, who just laughed.

“C’mon, don’t do me like et,” Jordan chuckled, and across the table, Jeremiah felt his phone ding into his pocket.

He pulled it out, seeing he had a text from James, looking up to notice he wasn’t there. 

James

> can we talk in yo room? I’m alr in there.

> Said i was taking a shit so don’t worry bout it looking sus

Jeremiah looked up from his phone, over to his room.

He stood up, and of course, Micah’s eyes followed him as he walked to his room, heading inside of it.

Micah looked around the room for a second, tuning out the rest of their friends at the table, seeing that James was still in Jeremiah’s room.

He scoffed out loud.

In my fucking face? Micah thought to him, then refocused on the conversation that was happening at the table. He’d talk to Jeremiah about it later.

“Wassup?” Jeremiah asked as he sat down in a chair out of view from his door, that was halfway cracked.

James stood in the doorway of his bathroom, with his arms folded and a slight frown on his face.

“Ian usually es soft fa niggas, but… I like you, Jeremiah, so I wanna be real wit my feelings,” James told him, and Jeremiah just sat there shocked.

“You like me?” he asked.

James scoffed. “Fuck you me, do I like you?” he asked i offense. “So you think I just always wanted ta suck yo dick witout shit in return cuz Ian like you?” he asked.

Jeremiah just sighed, still speechless and unsure of what to say to his sentiments.

“Are you n Micah together?” he asked him, and outside of the room, Micah leaned against the wall next to the door while he still engaged with the others.

He has to make it seem as if he was just chilling.

Why the fuck is his bitch ass even asking that? Micah thought.

“No, n why you even askin’ ’bout who I’m wit?” Micah heard Jeremiah tell him, and he grabbed his chest, feeling his heart starting to throb a bit by his answer.

Micah felt like Jeremiah was sure in his words.

The way he said it with so much ease…

That nigga was lying to me–he fucked this nigga.

Micah started feeling his anxiety rising by the second, until he was almost dry heaving.

Meanwhile, inside Jeremiah’s room, he was trying to escape this conversation as prevent it from continuing to happen.

“So, you ain’t get them flowers in ‘er fa him?” James asked.

Jeremiah facepalmed himself, “Leave me the fuck alone,” he stood up swiftly, then exited the room with an annoyed James behind him, but he stopped at the door, so it wouldn’t look suspicious.

Accidentally bumping into Micah, Jeremiah looked at him. “Sorry–Micah?” Jeremiah asked, seeing his other friends near, looking worried.

“Wuss wrong?” Jeremiah asked, and Micah just glared up at him.

Jeremiah looked back at the group, and a couple of them shrugged.

James then made sure to flush the toilet, although he didn’t use the bathroom, to ensure that there would be minimal suspicion.

He exited, looking over at Micah, raising a brow when he saw the circle formed around Micah. “What’s the matter?” he asked, standing between him and Jeremiah.

Micah just side-eyed James.

He then turned his head towards James. He started to open his mouth, but then his brain took over and he just stopped, scoffing and shaking his head. “I-I’m good, I jus’ need ta go ta my room n be by myself for a second,” he told them, not giving anyone an opportunity to say anything, slamming his door and locking it behind him.

Jeremiah just stared at his door, confused and feeling a little bit of panic.

“Well… I think we should get the fuck outta hur, huh?” Chase spoke up, and Jordan quickly nodded.

“Yeah… let’s give him his space—he jus’ got back,” Taylor chimed in, turning to Jeremiah. “I’a hitchu later then bro,” he told him, holding his hand out to dap him up.

Jeremiah was still in a bit of a daze as they locked hands, “Don’t worry too much—you wanna come wit us?” he asked.

Jeremiah shook his head. “I’m… scurd ta leave him alone, Tay—I can’t almost lose my best friend again…” he said, almost stuttering over his speech.

“He gon’ be aight, Miah—Jus’ relax,” Chase told him, putting a hand on his shoulder, knowing how involved Jeremiah was in Micah’s last attempt. “Micah resilient… he jus’… recoverin’,” he shrugged, hoping he made sense. “You kno’ what I mean, nigga,” he smacked his lips, shaking his head and walking towards the door.

Jeremiah just chuckled a bit, “Aight, y’all—I’m also rey lock myself in my room—mood kilt—” he laughed, making them laugh too, although he knew soon as they left, he’d try and talk to Micah. “Plans… paused…” he didn’t know for sure if they would still continue their date for their faux Valentine’s.

“Bye, Jordy, bye Tay,” James dapped the two up, intentionally bumping into Jeremiah as he walked past them and headed towards the door. He gave one final goodbye to Chase, exiting.

There was an awkward silence after that.

“… What the fuck is all es weird ass energy?” Jordan chuckled. “Fuck is wrong with et nigga? Y’all got beef?” he asked Jeremiah, with a raised brow.

Jeremiah sighed. “Ion know what the fuck his prolum is, but he betta stop fuckin’ wit me,” he scoffed in frustration.

Taylor looked at Jeremiah in confusion, thinking of James and how sweet he perceived him to be, then his good friend. He knew Jermeiah wasn’t a mean person, so he wondered what was taking place.

Oh, shit…

These niggas beefing over Micah.

Wait, that means James likes–woah…

Taylor thought to himself, on the other hand, Jordan couldn’t care less.

He thought this whole senior year was weird, and everyone was acting weird, and he wished that they could all be cool and have fun like their sophomore and junior years.

Chase… he was so focused on himself that he barely paid attention to the details surrounding their friend group.

He had other things going on in his life; he also wished for a time were they were all cool again.

Their group used to be his safe space.

“I needa smoke,” Jeremiah nodded. He was overstimulated as hell, and his thoughts wouldn’t stop.

His mind was everywhere, and it was hard for him to just sit still at the moment. “Okay, can we all leave now?” Jeremiah asked the other three, and they all nodded in unison.

Everyone headed towards the door in silence, with Jeremiah locking it behind them, a blunt in his pocket as they all left his dorm.

•••

sixty minutes later

Jeremiah kept frantically checking his reservation, looking at the time.

He just blinked when he saw that it had been cancelled, due to them already being late.

He called earlier when they were hanging out with the others, saying he could push the table back an hour and a half. They agreed, but they went over the time as well as Micah was still in his room, trapped.

Jeremiah tried knocking on the door to speak to him, but Micah just ignored him, struggling on the other side to not cuss him out over his newfound information.

Sighing, Jeremiah facepalmed himself, letting his head rest in his hand for a bit before jumping when he felt the space next to him become occupied.

He looked over to Micah, who just looked at him with saddened eyes.

“You ready ta finally tell what’s wrong?” Jeremiah asked.

Micah shook his head, “I calmed the delusions,” he laughed.

“Nah,” Jeremiah shook his head, turning his body towards Micah. “Tell me what made you upset–delusional or not,” he told him.

“Why you tell et nigga we not togetha?” he asked.

Jermeiah blinked at him for a moment, “Are we togetha?” he asked.

Micah sighed and shrugged, not saying anything else.

Jeremiah felt his chest tightening as a sigh escaped his mouth.

“Jeremiah…” Micah spoke, looking at the side of his face with a bit a worry.

Shaking his head, Jeremiah turned towards Micah, “Not today—we gotta talk about et shit today?” he asked, and Micah shook his head no. “Okay, so you still gon’ be my Valentine?” he raised a brow.

Micah smiled and nodded, “Always am.”

Jeremiah smiled and leaned in to kiss his lips a few times.

“Aight, lets get ready—our reservation got canceled, but fuck it—Imma resourceful nigga,” he smiled wide at Micah, then stood up, holdin his hand out. “C’mon.”

Micah only felt his heart throbbing as he dapped Jeremiah up, feeling him pull him up to his feet and into a hug.

Micah pulled back from the hug a bit, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes, grabbing his chin and holding it as he kissed him, then let go. “Okay, let’s get ready,” he chuckled, then headed towards his room. 

•••

It was right before the two were about to leave.

They got ready in their own rooms today because they had a time crunch.

Micah walked out of his room first, heading to the full-body mirror they had placed in the corner to look at his outfit.

He wore a pink snapback, black hoodie with pink and red patchwork, some black Amiri jeans that sagged just below his Calvin Klein underwear.

He then grabbed his red and black high-top Air Force Ones.

He smiled, nodding his head and rubbing his hands together. He pulled out his phone, snapping a picture and uploading it to his Instagram story, with the following caption: —send me cool places that have great live music pls…

Micah asked his 327 thousand followers on Instagram.

Once he was finished, he looked over to his flowers on the table. He grabbed them, picking them up and holding them, squeezing them, pissed off at how happy he felt at this moment.

He smelled them, then grabbed the planter that the dorm staff leaves at the beginning of the semester, dumping the dead plant(Jeremiah let it die when Micah was gone) into the garbage and then cleaning the vase, so he could set up his two dozen bouquet of roses inside.

While Micah immersed himself in putting together his flowers, Jeremiah finished getting ready in his room.

He had on some wide-leg black jeans, with a matching black, slightly oversized sweater that buttoned down. It was fully unbuttoned to show off his tight-fitting white t-shirt underneath, which showed off his toned chest and stomach.

Jeremiah finished his fit by putting his hair in a low, messy bun and putting on some black Air Force ones.

He sprayed his favorite cologne, then exited his room with only his wallet.

Micah looked over to him, looking him up and down. He had just finished with the flowers.

He rinsed his hands, quickly drying them off and rushing over to Jeremiah.

No words were spoken; Micah just pushed Jeremiah against the door. “Baby, whatchu doin’?” Jeremiah chuckled as he watched Micah start lowering himself onto his knees.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip hard as he was ignored, seeing Micah start unbuckling his belt. “We gotta go, Micah, we already wasted time,” Jeremiah told him, not moving a muscle.

“We can spare ten minutes,” Micah said as ge pulled Jeremiah’s dick from his brief, standing up to briefly peck his lips. “Es cool?” he asked, looking into his eyes as he started stroking Jeremiah’s dick.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, “Mmhmm,” he nodded, making Micah smirk as he got back on his knees. “I mus’ look good or sum?”

“You look like I’m rey swallow yo dick—does et answer yo question?” Micah asked as he grabbed the base of his dick, putting his lips around the head, creating a tight seal around it as he used his tongue to lick over his tip.

“Damn, baby—” Jeremiah breathed, looking down and getting frustrated when he saw how Micah’s hat blocked his face.

Jeremiah took it off his head, putting it backwards on him. “Es betta,” he said low, now able to feel and see as Micah put his hands flatly against Jeremiah’s hips as he began to clumsily bob his head and drag his pinkish, plump lips back and forth. “Damn, Micah—you rey be a pro at this,” he told him, letting out a moan at the sensation.

Micah only hummed at the compliment, continuing to drag his lips along Jeremiah’s dick, making sure to keep them tight wrapped around him. “Eyes, Micah,” Jeremiah instructed, and Micah instantly shot his eyes up, looking Jeremiah into the eyes. He started moving his hands around Jeremiah’s thighs, grabbing then as he continued sucking his dick, pulling off every so often to take a breath.

“You love me?” Jeremiah asked, leaving his mouth open as he heavily breathed.

Micah nodded with Jeremiah’s dick still in his mouth. “Lemme hur et shit, then,” Jeremiah breathed, biting down on his bottom lip.

Micah slowly pulled off of Jeremiah’s dick, feeling his spit still connect his lips to the tip of his dick. “I luh you, daddy,” he told him, looking into his eyes, then he opened his mouth wide, putting Jeremiah’s dick back into his mouth.

“Mmm, I love you too, Micah,” Jeremiah breathed, then let out a moan so softly, it shocked  Micah and just made his own dick throb.

He even moaned too, around Jeremiah’s dick, sending vibrations, causing Jeremiah to moan even louder.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, feeling his stomach starting to tighten.

Micah felt his dick throbbing in his mouth which only gave him the motivation to keep sucking and slobbing, taking in as much as he could, feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of his mouth. He gagged a bit, but recovered, pulling off off his dick, continuing to stroke it with his hand, opening his mouth and holding his tongue out.

Jeremiah only moaned at the sight, feeling himself explode onto Micah’s face and tongue. “Mmm,” he hummed in a moan, grabbing Micah’s head to shove his dick back into his mouth as he continued to nut. “Suck et shit out,” he told him, and Micah wanted to slap him, but he did as told.

“Mmmph,” he moaned, grinding down on his legs, wanting to feel Jeremiah inside of him a this point, but they had to go.

He pulled off of hia dick once Jeremiah was finished cumming, licking his tip, making sure to get every last drop that Jeremiah fed him. “You taste good, daddy,” Micah told him, licking over his lips.

“I can’t wait ta taste you later,” Jeremiah breathed, pulling Micah to his feet, looking at his face, seeing it shine from his saliva and Jeremiah’s cum.

Jeremiah smiled, grabbing the back of his head, forcing him into a kiss for a moment, then pulling back, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom, so he could wipe off and clean his face.

“Aight, let’s finally go.” Jeremiah then pulled him to the front door and out of it.

They got to his car, and Jeremiah opened Micah’s door for him, hopping into the driver’s seat, so they could start heading to their next unknown destination.

About ten minutes into the drive, they pulled over to get donuts, and while they sat in the parking lot, listening to music, Jeremiah searched on his phone.

He found a link to a website where a random artist in Kentucky was having an art show. He looked through his work, seeing that he mostly did clay sculptures and pottery, too.

He looked at the time, seeing that the show started in a couple of hours, so they could stop at a couple of spots before they went.

Once they were finished eating their donuts, Jeremiah sanitized his hands, then started up the car, heading downtown, so they could walk around a little.

Jeremiah parked on the street, grabbing a lot of coins, so he could pay for parking, while Micah just stood next to him, a bit awkward, wondering how their day would go.

Once Jeremiah was finished, he turned to Micah, “Let’s go,” he told him, putting his hands in his pockets as they walked down the streets.

Not soon afterwards, a couple of men approached Jeremiah, asking Micah to take their picture.

Micah chuckled, nodding in agreement. He grabbed the guy’s phone, smiling as he watched them pose around Jeremiah in the middle.

He low-key admired him in the moment; all he saw was a spotlight on Jeremiah–it was like the sunlight specifically followed him around.

Once they were finished, Micah gave the dude his phone back, with him and Jeremiah continuing their walk.

They randomly went into a Walgreens.

“What we doin’ in hur?” Jeremiah asked.

“Let’s get some wine,” Micah chuckled, going straight to the wine section, while Jeremiah just wandered around.

He looked through the game section, seeing a simple, sexual, and romantic card game for them to play as well as Cards Against Humanity and Uno.

He went to check out first, standing by the door to wait for Micah to purchase the two bottles of Taylor Port.

Oh… that’s what type of sex he wants… Wine drunk sex… bet…

Once he was done, the two continued walking, being recognized again–this time by a woman, who was dressed in a tube dress that showed off her coke bottle body and her clearly pierced nipples. “You Woody Kent?” she asked, looking up at Jeremiah lustfully.

Jeremiah just smirked, trying his best not to react to her looks while Micah was standing next to him. 

Micah chuckled to himself, seeing Jeremiah tuck his lip inside of his teeth. Imma smack this nigga. He thought to himself as he smiled.

“You want me ta take y’all picture, shawty?” Micah asked, and the woman looked at him, then looked him up and down. “You Micah Parks?” she smiled widely. “Wait–A two fa one???” she asked, then nodded. “Then I want a pic witchu next, sexy,” she told Micah. “Sorry, I forgot, fiancé.”

Micah only stood speechless as she handed him her phone, then stepped over to Jeremiah, pulling him down to kiss him on the cheek for their picture.

Micah raised a brow, but took the picture anyways, watching her run up to him to grab her phone and hand it to Jeremiah before doing the same thing to Micah.

Once they were finished, she pulled them both close to take a selfie. “Y’all got plans tonight?” she asked, looking up at the two basketball players.

“Why?” Micah asked.

“Well, our club would love the both of y’all thur tanight–can watch me throw es fat ass all night… or on boffa y’all faces,” she shrugged.

Micah and Jermeiah both looked at each other, then her, then each other again.

“What’s the club name?” Micah asked.

“The Play Place,” she told them, then walked away.

Jeremiah was too stunned to speak.

Micah only laughed. “Mufuckas is wild…” he spoke as he still looked at her.

“You was thankin’ ’bout her offer?” Jeremiah asked him, noticing his staring.

Micah whipped his head towards him. “Only if you was,” he smirked.

“So you would be down fa threesome?” Jeremiah asked as they started walking again.

Micah shrugged, “I mean…”

“You know damn well–you so mufuckin’ jealous, baby,” Jermiah laughed.

“And you ain’t?” Micah scoffed.

Jeremiah smacked his lips. “Okay, let’s fuck ha then, Micah–we goin’ ta the strip club tonight,” Jeremiah nodded.

“Okay,” Micah shrugged, looking over at him. “We’ll see,” he giggled.

•••

a couple of hours later

After making their way back to Jeremiah’s car, just slightly tipsy, the two boys only laughed from their time of walking through downtown.

The two of them got lunch, barely making it through as they played the couple’s game that Jeremiah had bought them.

“You so freaky, daddy,” Micah smirked, feeling Jeremiah put his hand on his thigh, grabbing his throat next.

“No, iss really yo ass,” Jeremiah smirked on Micah’s lips. “And Imma do everythang you asked me to,” he whispered in his ear.

… about twenty minutes ago.

Jeremiah and Micah sat across from one another under a table with an umbrella over them to block the sun as they(Jeremiah mostly) ate at this local Vietnamese restaurant they found.

Micah just had some pho as they chatted normally until it was time to start the game.

It was currently Micah’s turn to read a card and ask the question. “How long have you had feelins fa me?” he asked. “Good question,” he smirked, looking up at Jeremiah, who was cutting a piece of his stake.

“Hmmm…” Jeremiah chuckled. “It’s hard ta say, I’m autistic,” he cracked up laughing, making Micah laugh too.

“Essa cop out, nigga,” Micah rebuttaled once his laughter calmed. “I wanna know the real answer.”

Jeremiah sighed, facepalming himself, “Aight, lemme think—you know, it is a real answer because we been knowin’ each other fa how long?” he asked.

“Give a nigga an estimation, Jeremiah,” Micah crossed his arms, staring into Jeremiah’s eyes with his piercing greenish-blue ones.

“Hmm…” Jeremiah thought. “Maybe last yur—I rememba… ed one day me n you was supposed hangin’ out wit eveyone—goin’ on a trip ta Florida, but you couldn’t come. Ian think inna moment ‘Oh, I like him,’ but I did wish you were thur, n why would I wish that about my rival?” Jeremiah smiled. “Ion know, baby, maybe it was even before et… because the way it only took us bein’ in the same dorm, fa not that long, ta end up like…” he waved his finger between the two of them. “This. I think both of us had ta been slowly fallin’—whatchu think?” he finished, seeing the warm smile on Micah’s face. “When you started likin’ me?”

“Ion know, nigga,” Micah laughed, and Jeremiah rolled his eyes. “Don’t get mad. It ain’t my mufuckin’ question,” Micah trolled him, laughing and sipping his wine.

“Jus’ tell me, Micah,” Jeremiah pleaded, and Micah just shook his head. “Baby, please,” he told him. “Tell meeeeee,” he dragged out his words, groaning when Micah shook his head again. “Fuck you.”

“I can’t wait ’til you let me slide in, daddy,” Micah winked, trolling him some more(not really though).

Jeremiah just laughed and averted his eyes, then looked back at Micah. “Who said I was gon’ letchu do et?” he asked, leaning back in his seat.

Micah smirked, biting down on his lip. “You not curious as ta why I be screamin’?” he asked, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes.

“Screamin’ n creamin’,” Jeremiah trolled him, making Micah smack his lips.

“Any fuckin’ way—nevamind,” Micah scoffed, looking away from Jeremiah’s face.

Jeremiah only continued to laugh, trying to reach across the table to grab Micah’s chin, so he could face him again, but Micah swatted his hand away. “I’m sorry, baby,” Jeremiah giggled. “C’mon, Micah, say what you was rey say,” he smirked, and Micah still had his head turned, but looked at him out of his peripheral vision. “Have yo moment, papi,” Jeremiah smirked, intrigued by what he would say.

Micah only rolled his eyes, but then turned to look at him. “All I’m sayin’ is, Ion got weak dick,” he told him.

“So you wanna fuck me?” Jeremiah asked, leaning against the table.

“Is a nigga the descendant of a slave?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah only raised a brow. The two paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“The fuck is yo issue—deadass?” Jeremiah cackled, holding his hand out, dapping Micah up.

The two really were best friends before they were romantic partners.

“Anyways…” Micah chuckled. “All I’m sayin’ is I wanna make you feel as good as you do me, baby,” he spoke seriously, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes. “I also wanna know why you so addicted ta me,” he nodded, giggling a bit.

Jeremiah only giggled too. “I am addicted ta that ass. I’m glad you know et,” he smiled. “But… I’ll let you, one day.”

“Et sound like neva,” Micah smacked his lips. “Es not fair, I wasn’t gay either, my nigga, n I letchu put yo big ass dick in me.”

“Baby, Ian neva said neva. I’m jus’ sayin’ ease a nigga into it—ain’t I lettin’ you shove yo tongue in my ass, damn, start slow wit some fingers or sum. Work me into it!” Jeremiah spoke quickly and with his hands.

“Maaaaan, we did allet in one night, nigga!” Micah said in a low volume but stern tone.

“Micah—es is my ass—my decision,” Jeremiah crossed his arms.

“You aggy as fuck—we did allet in one night!” Micah reiterated.

“You wanted the dick tho, baby,”

“Who?”

“You, nigga—roll the footage,” Jeremiah laughed. “You wanted ta explore, and so I explored all inside of you,” Jeremiah winked at him.

Micah was shut up after that comment, feeling his face heat up as he bit down on his lip. “Anyways…”

“Anyways…” Jeremiah mocked Micah, giggling as he pulled his card. “What do you like that I do while we fuck?” Jeremiah spoke, reading the card, then smirking and taking a sip of his champagne.

“Et ain’t what that sed—lemme see,” Micah snatched the card from him, reading it, then smacking his lips and groaning.

Jeremiah just laughed at him. “You gotta answer, bae,” he told him, looking around. “Ain’t nobody that close ta us, they can’t hur,” he shook his head, crossing his hands on the table, and he and Micah stared into each other’s eyes.

Micah just chuckled, “You ain’t rey let this go?” he asked, and Jeremiah shook his head no.

“Afta et bullshit you put me thru jus’ now?”

Micah just laughed some more at his response, shaking his head, “A damn shame,” he spoke, feeling his face warm up. “Aight… I guess I can answer,” he told Jeremiah, just with a shy smile on his face that showed off all his teeth.

Although the two sat almost two feet apart, and weren’t touching at all, the way they looked at each other, if anyone cared to take a glance, they could recognize they were in love with each other.

“Mmm,” Micah bit down on his lip, averting his eyes and shifting in his seat a bit. “I like it when you… nah Ion gotta answer. You know whatchu good at,” he chuckled, looking back at Jeremiah, blushing at the thought of their sex life.

Jeremiah’s smile only got bigger. “No, I don’t—everybody different, n I need ta know, so I can keep doin’ watchu like—right?” he asked, raising a brow.

Sighing, Micah rolled his eyes, “I like it when you be aggressive wit me,” he told him while staring into his eyes.

“Like… when I smack yo ass?” Jeremiah tilted his head a bit.

Micah nodded, not averting his gaze.

“What else you like that I do?” Jeremiah asked, smiling, making Micah giggle a bit, nervously.

He licked his lips, biting down on the bottom one. It was like the two were in a trance as they stared at one another.

“When you… pin me down… n make me take it,” Micah told him, nodding his head slightly.

Jeremiah licked his bottom lip, feeling his dick growing in his pants.

“I like it when you smack my ass ta each stroke,”

Giggling, Jeremiah shook his head, “You nasty.”

“You nasty, nigga,” Micah spat back, then bit down on his lip. “You wanna know what else?” he asked.

Jeremiah shook his head, “Nah, I wanna know whatchu want me ta do ta you tanight,” he nodded.

“I want it from the back—wit my hands behind my back…” Micah giggled. “Aight, no more boostin’ yo ego, bitch,” he smacked his lips.

Chuckling, Jeremiah shook his head, “Nah, tell me more, so I can be prepared.”

Micah just smiled again, “You’re a fuckin’ whore you know et?” he asked him.

“You love my whore ass tho,” Jeremiah leaned against the table, crossing his hands together as he ofc b zl continued to stare Micah in the eyes. “Now tell me what you want me ta do to you.”

Micah had his lip between his teeth, releasing it to take a sip of his champagne before he spoke. “I want it from the back,” he started, leaning and slouching back in his seat, folding his tattooed arms as he looked Jeremiah in the eyes. “I want you ta pin my arm ta my back n smack my ass while you fuckin’ me,” he told him, and Jeremiah only smiled ans giggled.

He bit down on his lip, leaning his head on his hand, “Keep goin’,” Jeremiah told him.

“Hmmm, sometimes I jus’ want you ta be more aggressive wit me—I feel like you treat me like Imma bitch in bed or sum,” he told him. “I be tryin’ the shit outta you, n yo pussy ass jus’ keep fuckin’ me nice,” he shook his head, chuckling.

Jeremiah scoffed, “Is et right?@ he raised a brow. “So you sayin’ you want me ta fuck you mean?” he chuckled. “Ion know if you ready fa et yet, Micah—but you think you big n bad—Ion expect ta see no runnin’—you betta take every fuckin’ inch I give you.”

“Who is you talkin’ to?” Micah scoffed. “You don’t dictate shit ova hur, nigga,” he looked Jeremiah up and down. “Ion gotta take nun of et weak ass dick,” he chuckled.

Jeremiah only chuckled and shook his head, “I can’t wait until tonight, baby,” he told him in response. “Imma make you feel so good, make you cum so many times.” He nodded, looking at Micah’s blushing face.

Micah just averted his eyes for a moment. His body was hot because he knew Jeremiah meant every word.

Jeremiah always made him feel amazing during sex.

He just loved to rile his ass up.

“Why you gotta wait fa tonight?” Micah asked, almost in a stuttered breath, like he was feening.

“We don’t—less get the check,” Jeremiah yelled out the last part, signaling the waitress to come over.

Micah only felt anticipation running through his body, wishing that he had super powers to teleport them to the nearest bed—he didn’t give a fuck if the bed was in a mattress store.

As Jeremiah paid for their tab, both tipping the waitress nicely, Micah gathered their items, so they could leave quickly.

Once they made it outside, the two raced each other to the car, laughing the whole way there.

And it was like they were magnetic because as soon as they got inside of the car, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

They were in an almost empty parking lot, so Jeremiah made no effort to start the car up and move to another location.

It didn’t matter anyway because Micah had already climbed on top of him in the driver’s seat.

His windows were also tinted well.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip, feeling Micah force him into a kiss, simultaneously leaning his seat back.

“You gon’ ride es mufucka?” Jeremiah asked in Micah’s ear.

“Ion know how ta do et,” Micah whispered back, biting his ear, making Jeremiah let out a low gasp.

“You can do anythang you put yo mind to, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, smacking and rubbing Micah’s ass that was peeking out from his pants where he sagged a bit.

“I hate it that you so convincing,” Micah told him, lifting his bottom up to pull down his pants just enough for his hole to be accessible for Jeremiah’s dick.

Jeremiah said nothing more, he just let spit fall onto his fingers, aligning them with Micah’s hole, spreading his ass open with his other hand.

“Mmm,” Micah hummed as he lay his head on Jeremiah’s shoulder. “Ah,” he gasped when Jeremiah slipped both fingers into him with a little bit of ease.

They had been fucking quite a bit.

“Start with ridin’ these first,” Jeremiah told him, shoving his middle two fingers all the way into Micah, then stopping.

“Jeremiah,” Micah breathed nervously. “I can’t do allet,” he shook his head.

“Yes, you can, baby,” Jeremiah told him, putting his hand on the bottom of Micah’s thigh. “Lift yo hips up—go slow,” he told him.

Micah took a breath, then slowly he started to lift his hips, feeling Jeremiah put his hand on Micah’s lower back, pushing in a bit. “Keep that back arched a luh bit,” he told him, running his hand down Micah’s lower back, then his ass, squeezing it a bit.

“Mm,” Micah hummed, feeling himself clenched around Jeremiah’s fingers as he lifted his hips.

“Tight ass,” Jeremiah roughly smacked his ass, making Micah let out a gasp and make his hole throb.

Micah then lowered his hips, moaning into Jeremiah’s neck as he felt Jeremiah’s fingers go deeper inside of him. “Shit,” he moaned, lifting his hips again, beginning to slowly ride Jeremiah’s fingers.

Jeremiah only bit down on his bottom lip, rubbing up and down Micah’s lower back and ass as he felt the feeling of anticipation coursing through his veins. 

“Fuck,” Micah moaned. “Ah,” he moaned again as he slowly moved his hips up and down on Jeremiah’s fingers.

“Jus’ like et, baby, keep goin’,” Jeremiah told him, smacking and gripping his ass, making Micah moan again before he started sucking on Jeremiah’s neck.

“Mmm,” Micah hummed as he continued licking and kissing Jeremiah’s neck, causing him to moan a bit, for his neck was sensitive.

Jeremiah then grabbed the back of Micah’s braids, pulling them back, so he could look into his eyes. “You ready fa the dick?” he asked.

Micah shook his head, and Jeremiah first thought to take over and properly prepare him, but he thought about Micah’s words at the table.

How he wantes Jeremiah to be more aggressive.

“I wasn’t really askin’,” Jeremiah smacked his ass hard, making Micah hiss. “You rey ride es dick til you nut all ova yoself, aight?” he asked, smacking his ass hard once more.

“Fuck, no,” Micah smirked, and Jeremiah only chuckled.

“You not?” Jeremiah asked, raising a brow.

Micah shook his head.

“Oh, you are,” Jeremiah told him as he wrapped his hand around Micah’s throat as he started quickly fingering him, making Micah’s eyes flicker and moans starting to fly from his mouth,

“Unh, fuck, Jeremiah,” Micah moaned, reaching back to grab Jeremiah’s wrist, making Jeremiah let go of his hair to grip his wrist, pinning his wrist to his back, fingering him even faster. “Baby,” he breathed.

“You gon’ ride it?” Jeremiah asked.

Micah ignored him for a moment, but when he felt Jeremiah start curling his fingers inside of him, he only nodded. “Yes, yes, yes,” Micah told him. “Imma ride you, daddy, I am,” he breathed.

Jeremiah only smirked, letting him go and pulling his fingers out of him, reaching into his pants and grabbing his dick, pulling it out. “Go head,” he nodded, and Micah rose on his knees, grabbing and aligning Jeremiah with himself as best as he could in the cramped car.

He nervously started sinking down, feeling Jeremiah grab and spread him open with his big hands, so his dick could go inside Micah easier.

“Whatchu waitin’ fa?” Jeremiah asked, seeing how slowly Micah was moving.

He aggressively thrusted up into Micah, his dick finally making it inside of Micah’s tight and warm entrance. “Fuck,” Micah almost shouted, turn on but also heated up at the aggressiveness.

He scoffed. He knew what he told Jeremiah, but apart of his kink was his inability to continuously be ho’d. “Fuck, you—Ian doin’ shit then, impatient ass, nigga,” Micah told him. “Now, you betta fuck me, or we might as well pull off,” he poked at his chest, looking down into his eyes.

Jeremiah only smirked and nodded, “Okay,” he chuckled, and Micah raised a brow, confused as to why he was conceding so quickly.

Micah watched as Jeremiah wrapped his arms around Micah’s torso, holding him in place, tightly as he started thrusting upwards into Micah, quickly and roughly. “W-Wait, fuck, Jeremiah,” Micah panted, for his breath was taken from his body.

Jeremiah felt as Micah tried and release himself from being restrained, but Jeremiah could only overpower him in the moment.

“Imma k-kill you,” Micah told him, releasing a ragged moan afterwards while his body quickly shook up and down each time Jeremiah’s hips came in contact with his ass.

Micah was only turned on by his aggressiveness. He just loved riling Jeremiah up—it always gave him a sweet reward, Jeremiah too, for he felt how slick Micah was getting after each stroke.

“Yo slut ass like it when I fuck you like es?” Jeremiah asked, looking up into Micah’s eyes.

“Y-You the slut, bitch,” Micah spat back through his moans.

“Can’t even talk, but that ass talkin’ ta me,” Jeremiah smirked, smacking his ass hard, making Micah squeeze his eyes shut and hit down hard on his lip.

Jeremiah slapped it again, hearing a snuffled moan escape Micah’s lips. “Youn got nun ta say now?” Jeremiah asked, smacking and gripping it again as he slowed his hips to a complete stop.

“Baby,” Micah moaned out, still moving his hips when Jeremiah stopped.

“Aight, I fucked you, so let’s pull off,” Jeremiah said.

Micah furrowed his brows. “Huh?”

“Huh?” Jeremiah mocked him. “I said, I fucked you, so let’s pull off—es what you said, baby.”

Never in his life would Micah have thought he’d be feening so bad that his face would automatically form into a pouty expression. “Baby,” he looked Jeremiah in the eyes, putting one hand on his shoulder. “Don’t do me like et.”

“I’m jus’ doin’ what I was told.”

“But I wanna-I meant I wanna cum, Jeremiah—fuck me til I cum, please,” Micah tried softening his voice a little, still movie his hips around to feel any sort of pleasure he was just feeling before.

Jeremiah chuckled. “If you wanna cum, do et, but I did my part,” he told him, putting his hands behind his head, smirkin up at him.

Micah just groaned, furrowing his brows. “You are annoyin’,” Micah smacked his lips.

He then adjusted himself to where he was squatting over Jeremiah, his feet planted on each side of him. “Es right, athlete,” Jeremiah chuckled. “Use ’em basketball skills, playa.”

“I will smack you,” Micah smacked his lips as he grabbed Jeremiah’s dick, lowering himself back down, making a moan slip out. “Fuck,” he moaned, and his wife yes rolled to the back of his head.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip at the sight, watching Micah do pretty okay at riding him the first time.

“Mmph, fuck,” Micah moaned, feeling his hole being stretched as he bounced up and down on his knees, using Jeremiah’s shoulders for support, building up his speed, craving to feel pleasure again.

“You doin’ good, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, moving his hands to Micah’s back, rubbing it, then smacking Micah’s ass hard, making him let out a louder moan. “Shit,” Jeremiah moaned as he gripped both of Micah’s ass cheeks, spreading him open. “You feel et dick betta?”

“Mmm,” Micah hummed as he sank down on Jeremiah, “Yes,” he breathed. “Ooo, yeah,” Micah moaned when he felt his spot being grazed over by the tip of Jeremiah’s dick.

“I thought a nigga had weak dick?” Jeremiah breathed, keeping Micah spread as his eyes focused on the way Micah’s dick twitched each time he was fully inside of him.

“You do,” Micah breathed.

“Is et why I keep seein’ yo dick leakin’ pre-nut?” Jeremiah asked, touching the tip of his dick, holding his fingers up to show Micah, then licking them.

Micah only watched him, feeling his dick twitch even more. “Fuck, daddy,” Micah moaned when Jeremiah slapped his ass again.

It only gave him the motivation to keep going. His legs were burning a bit, but he was craving an orgasm.

He looked down into Jeremiah’s eyes with a pouty expression, biting down on his lip. “Take ova, Miah,” he breathed.

“Mm,” Jeremiah hummed. “You sure?”

“Y-yeah,” Micah nodded as he still bounced up and down on him.

“Aight,” Jeremiah told him. “Get ova thur,” Jeremiah pointed to the passenger’s seat, smacking Micah’s ass a couple times.

Micah did as told, unintentionally whining after not feeling Jeremiah inside of him anymore.

He climbed into the passenger’s seat, “Lean et bitch all the way back, get on yo back n hold them legs,” Jeremiah told him.

Micah just ignored his ask for a moment as he watched Jeremiah put his dick back into his pants, then got out of the car.

He nervously pulled his seat back when he heard his door opening. Micah tried to quickly get in position.

Jeremiah yanked the car door open, hurrying and climbing inside, slamming the door shut behind him as he hovered over Micah. He aggressively grabbed Micah’s throat, aligning himself with his throbbing hole and shoving his dick back inside of him.

Micah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the rough penetration. “Mmph,” he let out repeated whimpers as Jeremiah started roughly fucking him.

“You loud as fuck, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, referring to how loud Micah’s hole sounded each time he plunged in and out of him. “Es why I’m addicted—shit so wet n tight,” he breathed.

Meanwhile, Micah only spewed out moans from being aggressively thrust into. He could hardly hold his legs, and they were shaking so much, he knew he’d cum at any moment. “I feel like I gotta piss, Jeremiah,” he choked out.

Jeremiah titled his head to the side in confusion, then looked down at the way he was fucking him, “Oh,” he smirked. “Et mus’ mean I’m fuckin’ you good,” he smiled wide as he continued slamming his hips into Micah’s creating a smacking sound each time.

Micah could no longer speak, his eyes just rolled to the back of his head as he started to cum, shooting it hard onto Jeremiah’s stomach.

Jeremiah continued to slowly thrust into him until he slowly filled Micah up, who just twitched underneath him as he came down from his orgasm.

Pulling out of him and climbing into the driver’s seat, fixing himself up while Micah just stared out of the window with a blank stare, shaking his head.

What the fuck…

He looked over at Jeremiah, who was starting up the car, then back to himself, chuckling. “You know—Ion know if I can watch you give a bitch the same dick you give me. I might kill us all,” he smirked.

Jeremiah looked over at him, smirking. “I would neva give nobody the dick I give you, Micah—I be makin’ love ta you,” he told him as he started heading towards their next destination.

Micah only blushed, “Well, nevamind—threesum back on,” he chuckled, feeling giddy inside from Jeremiah’s words. “Whur we goin’ next?” he asked.

“A surprise,” Jeremiah smiled, feeling Micah grab his chin for a quick and deep peck.

He pulled back, giggling, sitting in his seat, grabbing Jeremiah’s hand as he drove.

Jeremiah raised a brow, smirking at Micah’s affection. “Oh, et dick got a nigga touchy feely?” he trolled.

Micah only blushed, flicking Jeremiah off, snatching his hand away. “Nevamind,” he smacked his lips.

Jeremiah only laughed as he continued driving, grabbing Micah’s hand anyway, kissing the back of it.

•••

at the art show

Jeremiah pulled up, a little pissed at himself for not being more efficient with getting them there, since they arrive about an hour late.

They got caught up…

“Whur the fuck we at, baby?” Micah asked, looking over to him as he parked.

He was now fully dressed and decent from earlier.

“Look,” Jeremiah pointed at the giant sign by the door.

Micah opened the door, got out of the car, and walked up to it.

The sign showcased a photo of a black man making pottery.

Welcome to Clay World.

My name is Clayton Addams. A black man from Kentucky who loves to create beautiful art out of clay.

You get why it’s call Clay World… everything is made of clay, and my name is also… CLAY.

Micah rolled his eyes, but still laughed at the poster.

He looked back, seeing Jeremiah standing next to him. “Why you brought me hur?” he asked him.

Jeremiah smiled. “So you can see whateva you want is possible,” he nodded, then put his arm around Micah’s shoulder and led them into the building.

As they walked inside, their ears were bombarded with the sound of a lovely voice.

“Sade,” Jeremiah smiled.

Micah just looked around, seeing people everywhere, getting glimpses of the beautiful sculptures. “Sade?” he asked, looking back at Jeremiah as they approached the welcome table.

Then Micah was shocked when Jeremiah started singing, “I wonder if this grief will ever let me go–I feel like I am the King of Sorrow,” he sang unconsciously, tapping his foot on the floor.

It reminded him of his childhood when his father first got custody of him. They’d be in the car, driving, and Jeremiah remembers the memory so vividly.

He saw his father reaching to turn on the radio, expecting his usual Hot Boys, Jay-Z, Biggie, and Tupac. However, he got something different. He got Sade.

Jeremiah looked over at his father, seeing a man belting to the top of his lungs No Ordinary Love, turning the volume down, telling him stories of him and his mother, telling him how they had no ordinary love.

He thinks that’s where his love of music came from.

Sitting in the car with his father, learning about how each song made him feel through stories and history. It made Jeremiah realize how powerful music was.

“You can sing, Jeremiah,” Micah told him, snapping him from his thoughts as he started writing down his name on the guest list.

“Really?” Jeremiah asked, and Micah nodded.

“You should definitely do a rap, singin’ ass song,” he smiled, pasing him the pen, so he could write his name down.

Jeremiah smiled at the compliment, feeling his heart flutter a bit. “Aight, Imma do one.”

The two then began exploring the show-Micah’s eyes widening like a kid in a candy shop.

He looked at each piece, wondering how it was created by someone like us.

He gawked and got lost of Jeremiah multiple times. Jeremiah just gave up and started looking at what he wanted to, leaving Micah to explore and experience for himself.

Micah ended up in a backroom.

This piece was unlike all the others he saw.

Most of the work was expensive, elusive, looking pottery, and a few sculptures of plants that were overgrown onto the floors of the gallery.

He was intrigued by them all, but he got stopped in his tracks, going into the backroom, eyeing a lone sculpture of what looked like the man he saw on the poster at the front door, hanging from a tree, with a vine wrapped around his neck.

Micah felt his heart race quicken.

The sole spotlight above the sculpture, which illuminated it in the darkroom, highlighted the widened eyes of the figure, whose neck was bent.

Micah just stared into its eyes, blinking. He grabbed his chest, feeling his eyes water, but for some reason, he couldn’t look away.

“You good?” Micah jumped, feeling a hand on his shoulder and hearing an unfamiliar voice.

He looked over to see a man about the same height as him, with a smile on his face.

Micah studied the man’s face, seeing that he was, “The same nigga in the picture–I mean, man in the picture,” Micah rubbed the back of his head.

He just laughed, “Nigga, Clayton–whateva you wanna call me,” he chuckled. “Nice ta meetchu…?”

“Micah,” he returned Clayton’s handshake.

“I see you been starin’ at this one fa a while…” Clayton started off, turning towards his sculpture. “Whatchu think of it?” he asked, looking at Micah.

“Me?” Micah asked in shock. “Why you askin’ my random ass what I think of it? I feel like you know how cold you are,” Micah told him.

Clayton smiled, “I appreciate the compliment, but I think even random’s opinions matter–I wanna know more than it looks good. I saw you grab yo chest–I wanna know what my work make you feel. That’s the most important ta me,” he expressed to Micah.

Micah just stared at him for a moment, then looked back at the piece.

It was almost as if he got hypnotized by it. “Umm,” he started. “I feel… like… es me,” he whispered the last part. “It was me,” he nodded, blinking and sighing, unintentionally touching his neck. “I feel like… ion know how ta explain it,” he looked back at Clayton, who was already looking at him.

“You explained it,” Clayton nodded. “You probably had one of the realest, most honest responses I’ve seen thus far,” he told him. “What brought you hur, Micah?” he asked.

“My…” he paused. “Bes’ friend brought me hur–I… kinda sculpt n shit, so yeah,” he nodded.

“You do?” Calyton asked, and Micah nodded. “Well, show me sum, nigga,” he chuckled, and Micah nervously pulled out his phone.

“Have yo expectations low–Ian on yo level,” Micah shook his head.

Clayton smacked his lips. “Don’t talk about yo work like et. Thur’s value, great value in our humble beginnings, just as thur are in our masterpieces,” Clayton told him.

Micah just smiled and nodded.

The two fell into conversation with Micah showing him his private Instagram of his artwork.

Clayton gave him positive critiques, advice, and his contact info.

The two then just began chatting about life, Clayton’s inspirations for his work, and how he uses his life for inspiration.

Jeremiah found the two talking, feeling a twinge og jealousy, but sighing as he approached them.

“Wassup?” Jeremiah greeted the two, seeing Micah smile as he approached.

He held his hand out to dap Jeremiah up, then Jeremiah dapped Clayton up. “This best friend?” Clayton asked, and Micah nodded. “W-wait. Hold the fuck on? Yo best friend is et young nigga Woody Kent?” he asked, looking at Micah.

Micah nodded. “Yeah, been knowin’ him since middle school.”

“Hello, my name Jeremiah, fa real,” Jeremiah giggled.

Clayton’s mouth dropped open. “Aye, get me a picture, Micah,” he pulled out his phone, giving it to Micah.

He then stood by Jeremiah who put up th peace sign and posed for the photo.

“Man, what? Woody Kent at my show. You know, I been fuckin’ witchu since yo first luh ass mixtape on SoundCloud,” he said, making Jeremiah blush a bit.

“Really. Es crazy. I appreciate it, my nigga,” Jeremiah smiled, dapping Clayton up again. “All yo work is dope as hell. Imma buy some shit when I get my own place,” he nodded.

“I appreciate you too, Woody–”

“CLAY!” Clayton heard his name being called out.

He then looked at both of them, “Aye, I appreciate y’all fa comin’ fa real,” he then turned to Micah. “Rememba what I told you, n hit me up, aight,” he dapped Micah up again.

“Fasho,” Micah smiled.

Clayton then left the two alone. “You enjoyed the show, baby?” Jeremiah asked once they were alone.

Micah smiled, “Yeah, es shit nice as hell—It def gave me a new outlook,” he nodded. “I’m inspired as hell.”

Jeremiah smiled too. “That’s amazin’–you ready turn up wit sum strippas now?” he asked.

Micah nodded with a devilish grin on his face.

•••

“I’m in luv witta stripaaaaa!” Micah sang as he and Jeremiah laughed, clinking their shot glasses together.

They had gotten a few hundred each from the ATM, then ordered themselves shots, then went to go enjoy the show.

“Damn, iss ass everywhur,” Micah chuckled, looking around.

He took his shot, then set the glass down before taking his wad of money, getting close to one of the strippers as he started to throw it.

“IS ET WOODY KENT INNA BUILDIN’?” the two heard Jermeiah’s stage name being called through the speakers.

“Oh, shit,” Jeremiah laughed. He honestly forgets how popular he is a lot. “ISS ME!” he cuffed his hands on his mouth, yelling out.

The woman they met earlier looked up from the other side of the stage, seeing Micah and Jeremiah.

Jeremiah, who was now being surrounded, felt a little overwhelmed while Micah was mezmerized by the stripper’s asses in front of him.

“Micaahhh,” he heard his name, seeing the girl from earlier approach him.

He bit down on his lip as he saw her in hardly any clothes, a two pieces that only covered her vagina and nipples, showing off her ass and cuves. “Wassup,” he smirked up at her.

“Y’all made it–I think y’all should get a special dance in a special room… or one at a time if you want,” she said, squatting down on her knees, placing her hands on her knees, with her thighs spread and her covered crotch in Micah’s face.

Micah licked his lips. Damn, Imma thot too—I so can’t talk about that nigga no more.

I am, though.

“I mean, you can give me n Woody a private dance somwhur else,” Micah told her, looking up into her eyes as she stood on the stage.

She smirked, “Y’all ain’t gon’ kidnap me?” she asked.

Micah chuckled. “I got too much shit goin’ on ta kidnap,” he laughed, making her laugh too. “Finish yo set right hur, then let’s go,” he told her, looking back at Jeremiah, who no longer had a crowd around him.

Jeremiah only stared at the two with his lip between his teeth, winking at Micah when they made eye contact.

“You not gon’ run n tell nigga’s business on the internet are you?” Micah asked.

“Why would I? I’m a black woman, not like they would believe me if you said no anyways,” she told him.

Micah’s mouth dropped at her words, but he just laughed.

About an hour later of the two enjoyed the club, they left with Honey who was the stripper they met.

She sat in the front seat with her purse, a knife inside, and her money given to someone else at the club she trusted.

“So are y’all like DL or sum?” she asked the two, making Micah almost choke on his spit, and Jeremiah swerve a bit in the road.

“Huh?” Jeremiah quickly glanced at her.

Honey shrugged, “I’m jus’ sayin’ I’m inta all the things,” she giggled, and Micah just sat in the backseat, amazed.

•••

“We really rey do es? Like not jus’ no train shit?” Micah whispered to Jeremiah as they approached a hotel for the night. The three of them agreed that they felt the most comfortable not at their home.

“Well… why not?” Jeremiah giggled drunkenly. “She seem… acceptin’… n she fine as hell.”

“She is fine as hell,” Micah agreed. “Fuck it,” he slurred a but

They bought a bottle and poured shots for each other, putting on music and turning up on the hotel room.

Honey danced for them, and they threw money on her, really falling into a great vibe. “What made you strip?” Jeremiah asked curiously when the three were sitting down.

“I needed money,” Honey answered simply.

Jeremiah nodded, “Valid as hell.”

“You eva strip fa each other?” she asked, and they both smacked their lips.

“Why you creatin’ a narrative?” Micah asked, sprawled out on the bed.

Honey then climbed onto it, straddling him, then looked back at Jeremiah, who eyed her up and down. “So you tellin’ me he ain’t givin’ me a death stare right now? Y’all fuckin’,” Honey chuckled. “Why y’all agree to this?” she asked curiously.

Micah shrugged. “Ta be young, turnt niggas,” he answered. “Jeremiah know he irreplaceable ta me—ain’t no amount of sex in the world could change that,” he looked over to Jeremiah who was now smiling.

“I co-sign everything he jus’ said,” Jeremiah nodded, leaning down to slip his tongue into Micah’s mouth.

Honey only looked at them, feeling herself become turned on as they tongue kissed, almost ignoring her presence.

She moved off of his lap, going to the chair in the corner, slipping her panties off as she sat down, propping her legs up as she started rubbing her clit. She just watched as Jeremiah took over, putting his hands down Micah’s pants, pulling his dick out and stroking it.

Micah moaned, feeling Jeremiah then move his hand to his ass, moving his fingers in between his asscheeks, slipping one inside.

“I still feel all my kids inside you,” Jeremiah chuckled in his ear. “You might be knocked up, baby.”

Micah mushed his face, “Shut up,” he told him, then moaned when he felt Jeremiah push his finger inside fully.

Jeremiah sat up a bit, looking at Honey in the chair. “My baby said Ian allowed ta fuck you like I fuck him, so apologies in advance,” he told her, then looking at Micah. “Et goes fa you too, you betta give me yo best everythang,” he told him, looking into his eyes.

Micah bit down on his lip and nodded. “Okay.”

“You gon’ fuck ha while I fuck you?” Jeremiah asked him. “You thank you can handle et?” he asked.

Micah only got turned on by the question. “Yeah, whatever you want me ta do, Imma do.“

Jeremiah then kissed him again, continuing to finger him and pull down his pants, fully.

“Okay, you go first—lemme see et dick game,” Jeremiah chuckled, pecking his lips, making Micah chuckled too.

“Aight, daddy,” Micah kissed his lips, raising up, looking at Honey, feeling himself get even more turned on. “Come get sum dick, mama,” he waved her over.

Honey stood up, smirking, walking over to them, and climbing onto the bed.

“Can I eat?” Jeremiah asked.

“Fuck, no—you only allowed ta putcho tongue in me,” Micah told him as he went to grab a couple condoms.

Jeremiah and Honey both raised their hands in defense. “My bad, big dawg,” he chuckled, throwing Micah a condom, then sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y’all are funny,” she told them, pushing Micah onto his back. “Lemme teach you sum shit, you can do on him,” she told Micah.

Micah’s eyes went wide. He then looked over to Jeremiah, who was smiling. “Why you lookin’ ova hur?”

“I’m scurd,” Micah chuckled, making Honey and Jeremiah laugh too.

“You scurd of pussy, Micah—I thought we was real niggas?” Jeremiah trolled him, making Micah smack his lips, flipping Honey onto her back.

“Anyways—you ready?” Micah asked.

Honey nodded. “Slut me out,” she looked between the both of them.

Micah ripped open the condom with his teeth, sliding it on, pushing her legs back, then aligning himself with her.

“You good?” he asked, and Honey nodded.

Right as he was about to slide in, he felt his throat being grabbed. “Eyes on me tho,” Jeremiah told him, and Micah nodded, slowly pushing inside of her, feeling his eyes flicker a bit.

It’s been a while since he’s topped. “Damn,” he groaned, slowly thrusting inside of her as he held onto her thighs, feeling even more turned on from Jeremiah’s hand wrapped around his throat.

“Oh,” Honey moaned, feeling the way Micah’s dick was slightly curved as he gave her medium paced strokes.

“You said you a slut?” Jeremiah asked Honey.

“Oh—mhm,” she moaned, feeling herself clench around Micah, looking up at the two, turned on by the way Jeremiah was dominating them both.

“Good,” Jeremiah nodded, pulling his dick out with his other hand, tapping it on her lips, feeling as she stuck her tongue out, allowing him to shove his dick into her mouth.

She gagged a bit, feeling as Jeremiah started to fuck her mouth.

He shoved his tongue down Micah’s throat, “How she feelin’?” Jeremiah asked on his lips.

“Shit-I feel good, baby,” Micah breathed, moaning when he felt how tight she was, although Jeremiah was what really was turning him on in the moment.

Jeremiah kissed his lips again, pulling back, pulling his dick out of her mouth. “How you feelin’?” he asked her, too.

“Good,” Honey moaned, her eyes rolling back as he rolled her hips to match Micah’s thrusts.

Jeremiah then stood up, getting behind Micah. “You listenin’, baby?”

“Yeah,” Micah moaned, putting her legs over his shoulder. “You feel good, mama,” Micah breathed.

“Pull out until jus’ the tip in, arch ya back too,” Jeremiah instructed, climbing onto the bed, onto his knees, behind Micah.

He grabbed Micah’s hips, aligning himself with Micah.

Honey just watched from above, looking at the two men above her. “Y’all freaky,” she chuckled, making them laugh.

“Says the girl who sat inna chair, rubbin’ ha pussy ta two niggas,” Micah told her, feeling his hips move foward from Jeremiah slowly entering him. “Fuck,” Micah furrowed his eyebrows from the dual pleasure, feeling as he went even deeper in her, and Jeremiah going even deeper in him. “This shit is crazy,” he breathed.

“Ahh-shit,” Honey cursed, feeling Micah starting to quickly thrust into her from Jeremiah starting to give Micah backshots.

Micah was just in the middle, overwhelmed by pleasure.

His eyes consta flickered, and the sensation of Jeremiah’s dick sliding in and out of his wet and tight hole while his dick felt a similar pleasure just made Micah feel euphoric.

He couldn’t even control his movements. Jeremiah controlled them, “Fuck—I need a mufuckin’ break,” Micah chukled.

Jeremiah laughed, pulling out of Micah. Micah then pulled out of Honey, moaning when he felt the way she clung onto him.

“You tappin’ already? I was jus’ getting started,” Jeremiah told him, smacking his ass.

“I said I jus’ need a break,” Micah huffed, his voice muffled by the bed.

“Well, I wanna feel some of Woody too,” Honey giggled.

Jeremiah raised a brow, smirking. “Aight,” he chuckled, getting in between her legs, wrapping them around his waist. “Come put yo dick in ha mouf, baby,” he told Micah, who perked back up, following his instructions.

“Mmm,” Honey moaned around the tip of Micah’s dick. He grabbed her head as he started to fuck her throat, looking into Jeremiah’s eyes.

“She feel good, huh, daddy?” Micah leaned in, kissing Jeremiah’s lips as he kept Honey’s legs pinned to the bed, giving her medium thrusts.

“Not as good as you,” Jeremiah whispered in his ear, making Micah giggle, then moan in Jeremiah’s mouth when he kissed him.

“When you gon’ let me eatcho ass?” Micah asked, kissing him.

“When she gone,”

“Well… let’s wrap es shit up—I’m hongry,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah laughed.

“Okay,” Jeremiah kissed his lips.

Jeremiah then flipped her onto her knees, pushing her back in as Micah grabbed her head again, shoving his dick down her throat.

She continuously let out ragged moans as Jeremiah gave her back shots.

Micah reached over, smacking her ass. “Ss,” he hissed from the feeling of her wet mouth. He slapped her ass again, seeing her try to run a bit from Jeremiah. “If I’m lettin’ you have some of my dick, you betta take allet shit,” he told her, slapping her ass again.

Jeremiah stared at him, turned on by the sight, grabbing his neck again to force him into a kiss.

•••

“Well… that was fun,” Honey told them as she sat up, gathering her clothes.

“Damn, you inna rush?” Micah asked.

“Yeah, this was jus’ a luh fun—I got some more money to make,” she told them.

Jeremiah only chuckled as he laid sprawled out on the bed. “Bye, Honeyyyyy,” he waved to her. “You want us to take you home?”

“Nah, I’m good,” she told them, heading towards the hotel door. “Hit me up if y’all wanna have sum more fun,” she shrugged, then simply left the room.

Micah looked at Jeremiah. “Did we really jus’ do et?”

“Yeah, n it was fun as fuck,” Jeremiah chuckled.

“It was—that sandwhich was lethal—ian built for it,” Micah shook his head.

“So, you don’t wanna cut my dick off fa fuckin’ ha?” Jeremuah joked.

“Nah,” Micah laughed. “It’s funny cuz even when you was fuckin’ her, yo eyes stayed on me.”

“Yeah… it was fun, but Ion really have a cur ta do it again, I love yo booty,” Jeremiah nodded.

Micah rolled his eyes. “I agree—we got it out our systems,” he told him, climbing next to Jeremiah, getting in between his legs.

He pushed them back, and Jeremiah just watched him with his hands behind his head and his lip between his bottom teeth.

“I had a great time today, Miah,” Micah told him, licking over his lips as he spread open Jeremiah’s ass cheeks open with his thumbs, letting his saliva drip down onto his hole.

It wasn’t the first time Jeremiah had gotten his ass ate, but it’s been a while, so the moan he let out when Micah swiped his tongue over his hole not only shocked Micah but himself.

“I love ta hur it,” Micah breathed as he placed hus hands on Jeremiah’s thighs, gripping them as he started sucking on his hole, licking over it simultaneously.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeremiah’s back arched a bit. His lips formed an O, “Ohhh, shit,” his toes curled, and he tried to soot away when Micah started wiggling his tongue inside.

“Baby,” Micah shook his head, forcing Jeremiah back in place, shoving his tongue back inside of him.

“Micah,” he breathed, grabbing his head, shoving his face further into himself.

Micah only hummed at the action as he wiggled his tongue inside a bit before pulling it out to suck and lick on it again.

“Mmm,” he hummed, licking up to Jeremiah’s balls, sucking on them a bit before, pulling off of them, then grabbing JeremiahMs dick. He licked up the shaft, then put about half of it in his mouth. Micah pulled off of his length, licking back down to his hole, spitting on it, then sucking on it again.

“You gon’ make me nut, baby,” Jeremiah breathed from the toe-curling pleasure he felt from Micah’s mouth, in combination with the visual he saw of Micah between his legs.

Micah then focused in on his dick. He was determined to be better than that bitch ass James; he thought.

He grabbed the base, looking Jeremiah in the eyes as he tried his best to take in as much as he could, gagging a few times.

“Don’t do too much, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, feeling his legs shake from Micah’s warm and wet mouth.

Micah pulled off of his dick like he was sucking a lollipop, spitting on it, then going back down, bobbing his head up and down at a fast pace.

“Shit, baby,” Jeremiah moaned. “Woah,” he chuckled, feeling Micah rub his thumb over his hole as he sucked his dick. “Fuck, Micah,” he moaned; his eyes rolled back, and he started to cum, it getting all over Micah’s face. “Damn, baby.”

Micah licked his lip, “You liked that, daddy?” he asked, looking into Jeremiah’s face.

Jeremiah leaned forward to kiss Micah’s lips, licking some of his cum of his face, then slipping his tongue back into his mouth.

He pulled Micah onto his lap. “Now, we got all the space, you gon’ ride it again fa me?” Jeremiah asked, smacking Micah’s ass.

Micah rolled his eyes, as he straddled him. “I guess—you been good ta me today,” he bit down on his lips.

Jeremiah grabbed his phone from the nightstand, snapping a picture of Micah straddling him with his face covered in cum. “You so sexy, I swur,” Jeremiah slapped his ass again.

Micah smirked, “Am I?” he giggled. “How much?” he asked. “Show me how sexy you thank I am.” he spoke, wiping his face off with his shirt.

A smile just spread across Jeremiah’s face. He flipped Micah onto his back, putting his legs over his shoulders, shoving his dick fully inside of him at the same moment. “Ooo—Miah,” Micah moaned, trying to push him, for in this position, he felt every single inch. “Fuck, you so fuckin’ deep, Jeremiah,” he breathed, breathlessly.

“So what?” Jeremiah asked. “You feel et dick in yo stomach?” he asked, slowly pulling out and aggressively shoving it back in.

“Baby,” Micah panted breathlessly.

“I thought you wanted me ta fuck you like es?” Jeremiah spoke in his ear as he moved his hips up and down quickly, slamming his hips into Micah’s ass.

He felt as Micah’s hole clung onto his dick with each stroke, feeling him getting slicker and wetter. “You feel so good baby,” Jeremiah whispers in his ear. “Wetta than the pussy I was jus’ in,” he told him as continued giving him rough penetration.

Micah’s eyes rolled back at his words. “Baby,” he yelled, overstimulation taking over as he tried to wiggle from underneath him.

“You hur et dick beatin’ my shit up,” Jeremiah breathed, gripping Micah’s thighs and adjusting his position to be on his feet as he fucked Micah deep and hard.

“Jeremiah,” Micah breathed while his legs violently shook.

“I asked you sum,” Jeremiah spoke, sending a light slap across Micah’s face.

He was so shocked by Jeremiah’s action, but it only turned him on so much.

“Jeremiah,” Micah breathed.

“Too much?” Jeremiah asked with a bit of worry.

Micah looked up at him, shaking his head. “No, baby—ahh,” he moaned when his spot was hit. “Y-Yo dick ain’t weak today.”

“Thur goes the bullshit, even when you barley can think—Just lemme twinkie you one more time,” Jeremiah asked.

“I love it when you nut in me,” Micah breathed, biting down on his lip. “Fuck—Jeremiah,” he yelled upon his spot being attacked by Jeremiah’s dick. “You fuckin’ me so-fuckin’-good,” he hissed.

“I know,” Jeremiah smirked, letting Micah wrap his legs around his waist. He leaned down, connecting their lips as they continued making love.

•••

a while later

Jeremiah laid on Micah’s bare chest as they sprawled out in the hotel bed, after their shower together.

Micah just stared at the ceiling. “We wild as hell,” he shook his head, chuckling.

Jeremiah just laughed. “Ain’t we?” he asked, then scooted up, until he was lying side by side with Micah on his back. “Last thing I wanna do today,” he looked over at him. “Or whateva day since it’s the AM,” he chuckled, making Micah laugh.

“Whatchu tryna do at three o’clock in mornin’?” Micah asked.

“I wrote you a song… i-it’s more of a poem,” Jeremiah suddenly felt nervous. His drunkenness was wearing off, so his nerves only set in as he was about to recite the vulnerable lyrics.

Micah’s eyes went wide. “Fa me?” he asked.

Jeremiah nodded. “Close yo eyes,” he told himz

Micah raised a brow. “Why the fuck would I do et?”

“Please, baby,” Jeremiah asked. “I’m nervous,” he admitted.

“You rap fa a livin’, Jeremiah-n it’s jus’ me,” Micah chuckled.

“Es why I’m nervous,” Jeremiah said low. “It’s jus’ you,” he nodded, and Micah felt his heart start beating quickly.

Micah said nothing else. He kept facing Jeremiah, closing his eyes.

Jeremiah smiled, wrapping his arms around Micah, putting his chest close to Micah’s ear for a moment.

Micah could hear the sound of Jeremiah’s heart beating quickly in his chest.

“You hur my heart beatin’?

It’s goin’ quick.

Fasta then my hand

when I’m in room all alone, and it’s beatin’ on my dick,” he giggled, and Micah chuckled at the lyrics too.

“I’m sick—

Cuz of you—you givin’ me a feelin’ that’s so foreign. I can’t predict.

I’m sick—Es the part whur it start gettin’ poetic n spoken wordy…” Jeremiah explained, still nervous. “I’m…”

Sick in love—Sick that Ian realize it soona—sick that Ian getchu first—sick that we inna world that would condemn me fa how sick in love I am with you…”

“Micah, you give a nigga the blues, sometimes it’s so painful that I feel sick.

I got the honeymoon flu.

And I can only wish ta have a Disney endin’ n share my life witchu,” Jeremiah finished. “It’s kinda short, n Ian even choose a beat fa it yet…” he spoke nervously.

Micah didn’t say anything for a moment, for he just kept his face pressed against Jeremiah’s chest, trying his best not to cry from Jeremiah’s words.

Meanwhile, his silence confused Jeremiah’s mind, but his anxiety stopped him from asking if Micah enjoyed the poem.

He then felt as Micah squeezed him, raising his head to kiss Jeremiah’s lips.

“I’m rootin’ fa us like I was rootin’ fa Jon Snow n Khalessi,” Micah told him, making Jeremiah laugh.

“Fuck, no—they related,” Jeremiah countered, and then the two got into a intense argument over the whole Game of Thrones series until they both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

happy first date…

to be continued?

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