Chapter 15

SAME DAY, SAME TIME

“Jeremiah,” Micah panted as he felt the warmth of Jeremiah’s large hand wrap around his growing erection. “Oh—nope!” he let out a low moan, then pushed Jeremiah off him, making Jeremiah raise a brow. “Putcho fuckin’ clothes on, we goin’ ta the dorms—you hur me?” he spoke sternly, looking at Jeremiah.

Jeremiah just bit down on his lip and nodded, “Aight,” he stood up, smacking Micah’s ass, making Micah jump a bit.

“Quit, Miah—” he whispered, turning around to scold him. “I’m tryna wait, okay!”

Jetemiah just nodded. “I hur you,” he smiled as he put on his joggers without his underwear, then his shirt and shoes.

Micah almost got distracted by him, but just shook his head, putting his clothes on too, stopping when he felt Jeremiah place a kiss along his shoulder. “I can’t wait ta be inside you again,” he whispered, not even in a seductive tone, in Micah’s ear, invoking a small moan to leave Micah’s lips.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’,” Micah told him, hearing a chuckle as Jeremiah backed away from him, leaving the room to go get his keys off the living room table.

Micah followed after him once he put on his shoes, and he left his grandparents a note, telling them he would be back in the morning.

He then grabbed Jeremiah’s hand and ran out of the door. The two just giggled as they headed to Jeremiah’s car, barely able to make it inside of it before Jeremiah pressed Micah against it, lifting him by his thighs, shoving his tongue back in his mouth.

Their tongues wrestled as their fronts rubbed together, ready to burst through the fabric of their pants. “We gotta wait fa the dorms? I think the cah coo’,” Jeremiah smirked, looking into Micah’s eyes.

He notices how they glow under the moonlight.

“Nigga—we bof ova six feet. Put me down—let’s go fa I change my mind,” Micah told him.

Jeremiah just shrugged, “I’a do whateva yo pretty ass say,” he kissed Micah once more before let him down and opened the passenger door for him.

Micah’s face couldn’t be redder. He just ignored him, getting inside and shutting the car and shutting the door.

A little over twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the LU campus.

It should’ve been a shorter ride, but Jeremiah and Micah almost pulled over a few times, for they could hardly keep their hands off of each other, paired with Jeremiah kissing Micah at every red light.

They snuck into the dorms successfully without anyone noticing them—they took routes that only the athletes knew of when they needed to get around.

The two only giggled when they got to their door, with Jeremiah rushing to unlock the door.

It swung open, and he pulled Micah in, shutting it behind him and pushing Micah against the door, reconnecting their lips. “Mmm,” Jeremiah hummed, putting his hands in Micah’s pants, trailing them down to his ass, squeezing and groping it.

He then aggressively yanked Micah’s pants down so he could have more access to him.

“Damn, I miss es shit,” Jeremiah smacked his ass, spreading it open, making Micah gasp from feeling the surrounding cool air on his hole.

“Wait, I-I needa showa, n I need ta get ready, daddy,” Micah told him.

Jeremiah raised a brow. “Daddy?” he asked.

Micah nodded.

“You jus’ tryna butta me up, so Ion putchu thru the matress, huh?” Jeremiah smirked.

Micah shook his head—although he was lying.

“You want me ta shi—” Micah started.

“Go head, baby. You got it. Imma shower too.” Jeremiah let him go, making Micah crack up laughing as he clapped his hand and headed to his room.

He walked inside, looking around. He missed it there a bit.

Maybe he would move back in for good this time.

It took Micah longer than expected in the shower, for he wasn’t exactly used to the preparation process, plus his actual shower. He probably stayed in there for over an hour.

He sighed, thinking that Jeremiah’s horny ass probably was turned off, but when he walked out of his bathroom with only in towel wrapped around his waist, he saw Jeremiah sitting in his desk chair with his legs propped open, stroking his dick with his eyes closed, letting off seducing gasps and pants.

“What the fuck?” Micah said in below a whisper. He felt his dick jump, and he quietly walked over to Jeremiah without making a sound.

He got down on his knees in front of him, smacking his hand away, which made Jeremiah jump and open his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he bit down on his lip, looking down at Micah, who pressed his lips against Jeremiah’s tip, giving it a gentle kiss.

“Wassup?” Micah looked up at him as he sat on his knees, licking over his slit.

“Micah,” Jeremiah breathed. “Quit teasin’,” he told him.

“I’m not—Ion know how ta suck dick,” Micah said as he spit on the tip, starting to jack him off instead.

Jeremiah hummed at the feeling. He felt his stomach tighten just at the way Micah looked below him. “Well,” he breathed. “Jus’ put it in yo mouf, n try yo best not ta use your teef,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” Micah nodded, then looked at Jeremiah’s dick, sticking his tongue out a bit.

He tapped it on there, recreating moves he’d saw in porn. Jeremiah furrowed his brows and smiled a bit. He was just enjoying the show.

Micah then wrapped his lips around the tip, sheathing his teeth with his lips. “Shit, Micah,” Jeremiah groaned, feeling him take a bit more into his mouth until he gagged a bit, abruptly pulling off. “Be careful, baby,” Jeremiah told him, hearing him choke a bit.

Micah nodded, “I think yo dick too big,” he chuckled before trying again, this time focusing on a shorter area, sloppily and amateurly bobbing his head up and down about a third of Jeremiah’s dick.

Jeremiah was thankful they left after all because he couldn’t help but moan and groan at the sensation of Micah’s lips.

He looked down, “Baby,” he moaned, gently placing his hands on top of Micah’s head, watching the was his pink, pretty lips sliding up and down his dick.

“Mm mm,” Jeremiah pulled Micah off of him. “Imma fuckin’ nut—nope!”

Micah just smacked his lips. “You lame,” he told him as Jeremiah rose from the chair.

He laughed at Micah’s comment. “Whateva you talkin’ about,” he said, bending down to pick Micah up and put him on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, Micah felt more nervous. It’s been months since they had sex, and he already never had any experience.

That didn’t matter at the moment, though because Jeremiah just pushed Micah’s legs back, sitting back down in the rolling chair, perfectly aligned with Micah, so he could slightly bend his head down and flick his tongue over Micah’s hole. “Oh-ooo, Jeremiah,” Micah let out a stuttered breath.

Jeremiah then started moving his head up and down, keeping his tongue in place, sliding it across Micah’s entrance. “Woah,” Micah chuckled, facepalming himself. “Ahhh—ohh,” he moaned in a lighter voice, sitting up on his elbows, watching and feeling Jeremiah try and wiggle his tongue inside.

Micah’s legs shook a bit, and he grabbed his dick, slowly stroking it, creating a dual sensation of pleasure which caused him to release even more moans.

It was like they had perfect sexual chemistry.

“How et feel, Micah?” Jeremiah asked him but didn’t wait for his response to start eating him again.

He knew it felt good, he just needed to hear it come from Micah’s mouth. “I feel like I wanna fuck,” Micah breathed, letting out another moan.

“Mmhmm,” Jeremiah hummed, pulling his tongue out to spit on his hole, rubbing over it with his thumb, then gently pushing it inside.

He would put his mouth to use in other ways.

Like… sucking and licking on his balls while his fingered him slowly with his thumb. Micah was still stroking his dick, so now, he had three areas that felt pleasure. “Jeremiah,” he moaned his name, tossing his head back.

Jeremiah got his thumb fully inside, feeling how tight Micah’s hole wrapped around it.

He knew he would have to stretch him out a bit more before they could fuck. “Miah,” he breathed as Jeremiah removed his thumb to suck and slob on his hole again keeping his legs back.

Pulling off his hole, Jeremiah made sure to leave behind some saliva so he could now work his middle finger inside.

“Mmm,” Micah sped up the pace of his hand, focusing on his tip, feeling Jeremiah move his hand completely to put it in his mouth. “Yeah, baby,” Micah moaned, moving Jeremiah’s hair out of the way so he could see the way his big, sexy lips wrapped around him.

He didn’t even focus on the finger that was inside him for a moment until his legs shook from the tip of Jeremiah’s finger brushing over his spot. “Tell me how you feel,” Jeremiah told him, now standing up.

Micah ignored him and only continued to moan from the overstimulation he was feeling. “Youn hur me?” Jeremiah asked, smacking the side of his thigh.

“Ahh,” Micah moaned from the pain, continuing to ignore him.

Jeremiah slapped his thigh again, but when Micah still didn’t answer and looked away, Jeremiah gripped his throat as he wiggled a second finger inside, feeling Micah get slick around them.

“I asked you a mufuckin’ question, nigga,” Jeremiah spoke, looking into his eyes as he started speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“Unh!” Micah moaned, feeling his dick throbbing from being handled.

He bit down on his lip. “It feel—b-bad. You ass at this,” he choked out a bit, trolling him.

Jeremiah just laughed. Typical Micah. He thought before he started scissoring his fingers a bit while he quickly slid them in and out of Micah.

He gripped his throat a little harder, but not too much, seeing how Micah just bit down on his lip, looking up at him with his pouty green eyes, hearing little whimpers escape as he fingered him.

“Et feel bad?” Jeremiah asked, curling his fingers, purposely aiming for his spot as he continued wiggling them around Micah’s wet and warm insides.

Micah’s eyes rolled back, “Yes,” he moaned out.

“It do?”

“Yeah—yeah, ooo,” Micah moaned, furrowing his brows. “Turrible.”

Jeremiah just chuckled. “Lemme know when you ready,” he told him seriously.

Micah nodded, then released another moan. He felt his whole body relax as Jeremiah let his throat go and started to kiss all over his neck, shoulder, and face. “Mmm,” Micah hummed, grabbing his face and connecting their lips.

He continued to hum and moan in Jeremiah’s mouth, knowing he was ready when he could hardly maintain a kiss from his legs shaking and his dick throbbing from being close. “I’m ready,” Micah nodded.

“You sure?” Jeremiah asked.

“Don’t ask—jus’ fuck me, Jeremiah,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah just shook his head, pulling his fingers out of Micah, tasting them before grabbing both of his thighs and pushing him up further onto his bed, and climbing on the bed too.

He got in between Micah’s legs, wrapping them around his waist while he kissed him.

Jeremih grabbed the base of his dick, pushing one of Micah’s legs back towards his stomach.

Micah only looked up at him nervously. Fuck.

Why does it feel like the first time?

“Breathe in,” Jeremiah told him, as he aligned himself with Micah’s hole, spitting on the tip of his dick and pressing it into Micah’s hole.

Micah breathed in, squeezing his eyes shut when Jeremiah started to push the tip in. “Fuck, no,” he pushed him out. “Go get the lube,” he pointed to the bathroom.

Jeremiah chuckled a bit, “Sorry, baby,” he pecked his lips before going to the bathroom, grabbing the lube from one of the drawers, then coming back.

He squirted some directly on Micah’s hole, then climbed back onto the bed, climbing on top of Micah and grabbing both thighs. Jeremiah aligned himself with Micah again. “Breave in,” he told him, kissing his lips, hearing and feeling on his lips as Micah breathed in. “Out,” Jeremiah instructed, kissing him again, feeling his breath on his lips, letting him know that he needed to start thrusting…

Just the tip made it in… barely before Micah had his hand on Jeremiah’s stomach, and his brows furrowed. “Mm mm,” he shook his head.

“Relax, my baby,” Jeremiah told him, moving his hand. “I’m not gon’ move—breave, Micah,” he instructed, then kissed Micah’s lips, deeply and passionately.

It did make Micah relax, and Jeremiah smirked on his lips when he felt Micah’s hand rub down his back, then grip his ass, pushing his hips down a little, so Jeremiah could thrust inside him a little deeper. “Mmhm,” Jeremiah hummed, biting Micah’s bottom lip as he inched in him just a little more.

Micah gasped as the feeling of being stretched out.

It wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was a bit uncomfortable. “Imma jus’ tip you fa now,” Jeremiah told him, and Micah raised a brow.

“What?” he asked, confused, but he figured out what it meant when he felt Jeremiah pull out of him, squirt some more lube on his hole then only thrust the tip of his dick in and out of Micah’s hole.

Micah put a hand over his mouth, grabbing his dick as his eye flickered.

The more pleasure he felt, the more relaxed he felt, and Jeremiah could tell because he started to slowly inch more and more of himself into Micah, soon getting in about halfway.

“Fuck, Jeremiah,” Micah moaned loudly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he kept repeating, feeling himself get slicker, feeling his legs shaking, and his soul start leaving his body already.

His mouth hung open, and he only heard Jeremiah’s moans as he rolled his hips inside of him at a medium pace. “I luh et sound.” Jeremiah bit down on his lip so he could hear the squelches coming from Micah’s hole even louder, speeding up the pace, so it could be even louder.

“J-Jeremiah—” Micah whined, pushing Jeremiah’s arms weakly. His body felt electrified. “Ahhh, Jeremiah,” he panted.

“How you feelin’?” Jeremiah asked again. He was determined to break Micah’s stubborn spirit.

Micah’s eyes flickered a bit at a stroke that went on deep, leaving him breathless for a moment, but Jeremiah still gave him half of his length at the moment. “H-Horrible,” Micah still trolled although he was feeling the complete opposite.

He felt amazing.

“Is et right?” Jeremiah chuckled, going in just a bit deeper, wrapping Micah’s legs around his waist as he started kissing on Micah’s neck. “Well, I feel so fuckin’ good,” he said in his ear, moaning afterwards when he started slowly stroking Micah, almost giving him his full length.

“Jeremiah,” Micah’s eyes fluttered, and he forgot to breathe as Jeremiah continued to talk and moan in his ear.

“You so fuckin’ tight, baby,” Jeremiah moaned in Micah’s ear, then started sucking on his neck “You makin’ me feel so good.”

Micah just wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s back, letting out louder, ragged moans.

His mind was gone. With the way Jeremiah was talking to him, moaning from the way he was making Jeremiah feel, plus… the way his dick gently pleasured his hole, he knew he was about to cum.

“Imma nut, baby,” Micah spoke in a breathless voice as he grabbed Jeremiah’s face with both hands.

Jeremiah grabbed Micah’s wrist, pinning it above his head, “So. Do. It,” he spoke as he looked down on him, thrusting all the way inside of him, grazing against his spot, causing Micah’s legs to shake even more.

“It feel like you in my fuckin’ stomach,” Micah spoke in a deep voice as he tried to wiggle his hands out of Jeremiah’s grasp, with him ignoring Micah’s asks, continuing to give him deep, long strokes.

Micah’s eyes then rolled to the back of his head, feeling his toes curling and his body squirming as he started to cum.

Jeremiah only fucked him through his orgasm, feeling Micah’s body shaking. “W-Wait,” Micah told him and Jeremiah ignored him, moving his hands back to Micah’s thighs, pushing them towards his stomach, holding them as he got onto his knees to give Micah even deeper strokes.

Only whimpers escaped Micah’s lips as overstimulation took over his body. “J-Jeremiah, please,” he begged, feeling his eyes gloss a bit.

“It feel bad?” he asked, and Micah nodded. “You lyin’,” he let go of one of his thighs to grab his throat, rolling his hips deep inside of him.

Micah closed his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to let the tears in his eyes drop.

“Be honest wimme—you know I just wanna please you, Micah,” Jeremiah told him as he sped up the pace of his thrusts. “Shit, baby,” he bit down on his lip.

“Y-you know how I feel,” Micah breathed, then put his hands over his face.

Jeremiah moved one hand from Micah’s thighs, grabbing both of his hands and moving them from his face. “I wanna hur you say it,” he breathed close to his face, gently kissing his lips over and over. “Say it,” he spoke on his lips, continuing to slowly thrust inside of him.

“Shit, Miah,” Micah breathed, feeling his hole throbbing around his dick. “I feel good, baby,” he whispered.

Smiling, Jeremiah kissed him again. “I feel good, Jeremiah,” Micah wrapped his arms around his neck, digging into his back as he shoved his tongue into Jeremiah’s mouth. “Hmm,” he hummed repeatedly, putting his hands on Jeremiah’s face as they kissed while Jeremiah started increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Shit, baby,” Jeremiah groaned, pulling back a bit as his own eyes flickered.

“Fuck, Jeremiah,” Micah moaned loudly. “Oh,” he bit down on his lip, putting his head to the side, grabbing a handful of Jeremiah’s hair.

Jeremiah just started sucking on Micah’s neck, feeling his dick throbbing and his stomach tightening from how tight Micah was, and how every time Jeremiah brushed up against his spot, he would moan his name—it just made Jeremiah feel closer and closer to a nut.

“You gon’ let me cum in you?” Jeremiah whispered in his eat, biting down on it.

Micah only continued to moan, wrapping his legs around Jeremiah’s waist, locking his ankles.

That told Jeremiah the answer to his question, so he only grabbed Micah’s chin, making Micah look him in the eyes, but Micah’s eyes were shut.

“Look at me,” Jeremih breathed, and Micah’s eyes shot open. “I love you, Micah.”

Micah averted his eyes, feeling his lip quivering a bit. “I love you too, Jeremiah,” he spoke in a shaky voice.

Jeremiah turned his head back to where they were facing each other. “Eye contact,” he told Micah whose eyes were closed again.

He shot them open once more, making pouty eyes that were full of tears as he neared his second orgasm. “Fuck, daddy,” he moaned loudly when Jeremiah gave him a hard thrust, poking his spot.

His words, plus the way Micah was looking up at him with those submissive green eyes just made Jeremiah’s dick throb even more. “Fuck, baby,” he breathed, feeling his thrusts get a little sloppier.

The next few moments were just the sounds of both of them moaning, the bed moving, and the loud sloshing coming from Jeremiah’s dick sliding in and out of Micah.

“Shit,” Jeremiah panted, biting down on his lip before he felt himself cumming inside of Micah which triggered Micah’s nut from the feeling of being filled up.

Jeremiah collapsed onto Micah. The two both breathed heavily as they came down from the intense pleasure highs.

“Fuck offa me,” Micah said low.

A chuckle escaped from Jeremiah’s lips as he raised up off of Micah. “You thought I was finished?” he asked, and Micah furrowed his brow.

“What—” Micah’s speech got cut off when Jeremiah flipped him onto his stomach, positioning him to his liking with his knees bent, his thighs touching the bed. He then grabbed both of Micah’s wrists with one hand, pinning them to his back.

He looked down at his dick, shaking his head. “Shit get creamier than pussy,” Jeremiah slapped his ass, making Micah let out a gasp.

Micah clearly loved to be handled, although he would never admit it. “Get the fuck offa me—mmmnh, ohh,” Micah moaned feeling Jeremiah slip back inside of him. “Unh, baby,” he moaned in an even softer voice as Jeremiah gripped an asscheek, holding it open while slowly stroking him.

“How et feel?” Jeremiah breathed, slapping his ass, then gripping it again.

Micah attempted to wiggle from his grasp. He wanted to run from the pleasure, but he couldn’t in this position. “Y-You got weak dick,” Micah panted. “T-T-Trash,” he stuttered, then let out a ragged moan. “Fuck—you too deep, baby,” he moaned out attempting to try and move his hios forward.

“You crazy, baby,” was the only thing Jeremiah could say as he got on his hands and knees, hovering over Micah, deeply rolling his hips inside of him. He only bit his lip, looking down at the way Micah’s ass jiggles every time his hips smacked against them.

“Shit-shit-shit, M-M-Miah. I-I-I c-can’t,” he whimpered to each thrust. His voice was shaky, and he wanted to smack the shit out of Jeremiah. He knew he only took dick one other time, and he’s trying to show out?

Jeremiah chuckled, “Lemme slow down,” he told Micah, staying in the same position but giving him slower, more gentle thrusts.”Betta?”

Micah’s eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment, he wasn’t able to answer, for his mouth hung open and nothing came out. “…Y-yes, daddy, yeah,” Micah moaned, feeling his spot being pressed at again from this angle. “Fuck, baby.”

“I’m makin’ you feel good, baby?” Jeremiah asked.

He should know by now that when he asked, Micah would troll him. “Fuck, no,” Micah smirked.

Jeremiah just sighed, sitting up on his knees, grabbing a fist full of his hair, pulling him upwards.

“Damn,” Micah chuckled at the way Jeremiah could easily handle him—Micah wasn’t small by any means.

Over six feet and close to two hundred pounds.

“You mus’ want a nigga ta be mean ta you, huh?” Jeremiah asked, keeping his hands pinned to Micah’s back.

Micah smirked. “Ion thank you capable—you really pussy,” he trolled him, thinking of how gentle Jeremiah really was with him regardless of all the shit Micah’s talked, so he didn’t believe this time would be any different.

However, Jeremiah had other plans.

He didn’t say another word. He just kept Micah in the same position, keeping the grip on his hair and writs which wouldn’t allow him to move as he pulled out fully, then slowly filled him back up. “Mmm,” Micah bit down on his lip, but soon he only started whimpering as Jeremiah sped up the pace and increased the aggression in his strokes. “Wait, Miah,” he breathed, feeling his legs shaking at each stroke that left him breathless.

Micah tried to wiggle from his grasp, but Jeremiah had him locked in place.

“Stupid-strong-bitch,” Micah cursed to each quick stroke. “Ah, fuck, Jeremiaaah,” Micah whined, feeling his eyes water again. He widened them, refusing to let a tear drop.

His whole body just shook. “Es whatchu needed?” Jeremiah asked him.

Micah ignored him, biting down on his lip then releasing a muffled grunt when Jeremiah slowed down his strokes, letting go of his hair to grab his dick, beginning to stroke it. “Es is what I needed,” Micah moaned loudly, his eyes flickering.

He was overwhelmed with pleasure, and he wanted to release badly. “I feel so good, daddy. Please make me nut,” Micah huffed, sniffling and feeling a couple of tears fall down his face.

Jeremiah smirked, “Let daddy get his too, baby,” he told him, pulling out of Micah for a moment, standing up on the floor, pulling Micah to the edge.

He made him arch a bit, then he crossed Micah’s arms behind his back, interlocking their hands together as he started whining and rolling his hips into Micah at a medium pace.

Micah only moaned even louder at the feeling of Jeremiah taking care of his hole. “Unh, Jeremiah,” he moaned, putting his face into the sheets.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip, looking down at where his hips met Micah’s ass, watching the white mess that slowly build up on his dick. “Fuck, Micah. Es shit is crazy,” he groaned in disbelief.

He slowed down just to admire it, almost nutting, seeing how Micah’s hole gripped his dick.

Micah squeezed Jeremiah’s hands even tighter, breaking his arch. Jeremiah just pushed his back in again, pulling Micah’s hips flush against his own. “Take alles shit, Micah,” he told him.

His own head hung forward, and the two were near their second orgasm.

“I-I’m takin’ it, nigga—fuck,” Micah moaned into the sheets as his stomach tightened and his eyes rolled back.

“Mm, jus’ a luh bit more,” Jeremiah breathed, speeding up his pace which made Micah prematurely cum from his spot being hit quickly.

Jeremiah pulled out of him, jacking himself off until he nutted on Micah’s ass.

“Woah,” Jeremiah breathed, almost falling to the bed.

He just looked at Micah’s limp body that was face down on his bed. His ass was red, and you could see a few bruises and hickies decorating his light skin.

Jeremiah shook his head, heading to the bathroom. He grabbed a rag, cleaning himself up, then he went over to Micah, about to clean him up, but Micah smacked his hand away. “Hell nah. Don’t touch me,” Micah said low.

Raising a brow, Jeremiah’s anxiety increased, thinking of the aftermath from the last tike they had sex.

Micah sat up weakly, sighing, snatching the rag from Jeremiah. “Niggas be tryna showout n shit—I should bend yo mufuckin’ ass ova, bitch!” Micah stood up, and his legs felt like jello, causing him to fall back to the bed.

Jeremiah chuckled at him, making Micah huff. “Fuck you.”

“Just did,” Jeremiah spat back.

“Ugh! You’re so aggravatin’,” Micah groaned, wiping himself off, then throwing the rag back at Jeremiah. “Put this in my hamper, then go ta yo room,” he shooed him with his hand.

Jeremiah scoffed, turning around and throwing the rag into the hamper like it was a basketball. “Niggas got me fucked up,” he laughed, running back to Micah’s bed, climbing on top of it, getting under the covers as Micah did.

“Hell, nah,” Micah shook his head as Jeremiah pulled him close to him by the waist. He just ignored Micah, putting Micah’s arms around his neck and Micah’s legs around his waist.

Jeremiah pressed his lips against Micah’s again, and the two kissed passionately for a while as they laid on their sides. “Stop-my ass hurt fareal, baby,” Micah whispered on his lip, feeling the tip of Jeremiah’s dick rub against his hole. “You banned.”

“How you gon’ ban me from my shit?” Jeremiah raised a brow, grabbing Micah’s ass, squeezing it, then smacking it so hard that it probably would leave a handprint on him.

“Sss,” Micah hissed, feeling his hole throb and then sick throb from the action. “One mo time,” he whispered close to Jeremiah’s lips.

Jeremiah smirked, “You nasty,” he kissed Micah, smacking his ass even harder, slipping inside of him again.

“Fuck, Miah,” he moaned in a high pitch voice each time Jeremiah smacked his ass while thrusting into him at the same pace. “Fuck—jus’ like et,” he breathed while both ends throbbed from the pleasure he got by the way Jeremiah had a rough and tight grip on his ass, spreading his ass open which just made Micah feel him deeper.

“Like et, baby?” Jeremiah breathed in his neck.

“Yeah, daddy,” he moaned softly to each stroke that brushed against his spot. “Mmmnh.”

This time, it didn’t take much time for the two to reach an orgasm, for they both were sensitive as hell.

“How you feelin?” Jeremiah asked.

“Stop talkin’,” Micah told him, looking towards the wall.

“You so mean, baby,” Jeremiah chuckled, wrapping his arms around Micah.

“You knew es tho,” Micah told him, smirking and biting down on his lip. Jeremih just chuckled, snuggling into Micah’s neck. “I love you,” he spoke quietly.

“I love you more,” Jeremiah told him back.

The two then quickly dozed off from their intense workout, falling into a deep sleep, neither waking until Jeremiah’s alarm started blaring for him to get up.

It was the athletes required gym training… and… Chase, Jordan, Taylor, and James usually came over to his room so they could go together.

“JEREMIAH, I KNOW YOU UP!” he popped up, hearing a knock.

He looked down, seeing Micah still sleeping, but soon woke up angrily from his alarm.

“Aye, turn et bullshit off, Jeremiah. Deadass,” Micah started, then stopped when Jeremiah put a hand over his mouth.

“Lemme call es nigga. He probably still sleep!” They both heard Chase’s voice from outside.

Jeremiah hopped up from the bed. “Fuck,” he hit the side of his head.

“Stop et shit,” Micah told him and stood up. “Go out thur. I’ll hide in my bafroom, jus’ keep quiet. Ian ready yet,” Micah whispered to Jeremiah, then grabbed his waist and kissed him.

They kissed for a few seconds before Jeremiah’s phone rang.

Micah let him go, then went to his bathroom as Jeremiah put on his joggers and slides, shutting the door behind himself.

“I hur y’all—gahdamn!” Jeremiah spoke as he came to his door, opening it up.

“I knew es hoe ass nigga was sleep!” Taylor chuckled, holding his hand out to dap him up.

Jeremiah chuckled, dapping him up, and the others rushed inside, turning the lights on. “Man, I wish Micah was hur ta cook fa us,” Jordan groaned, flopping down on his couch.

Smirking, Jeremiah just shook his head. “I gotta get ready, clurly,” he sighed.

“Nigga hadda bitch wit tiger claws, huh?” Chase asked, chuckling, noticing the marks on Jeremiah’s back.

James felt his chest get tight. “Uhh,” Jeremiah chuckled, mentally cursing himself for not putting a shirt on.

“Fuck!” Micah whispered, slipping on his shirt in the bathroom.

Everyone on the outside looked towards Micah’s room.

“Fuck was et?” Jordan asked.

“Prolly Keyshawn ass next door,” Taylor chuckled, and Jeremiah only stayed quiet.

He wasn’t good in situations like these.

“Anyways, I’m rey showa real quick.” Jeremiah rushed to his room.

“Aye, I’m rey piss in Micah’s room real quick,” James spoke. Everyone knew he kept his room open, so nobody found it suspect, especially since they’ve done it before.

James walked into his room, and Micah almost felt his soul leave his body. Fuck. He cursed in his head, ran to his shower, and hid behind the curtain.

He tried to calm his beating heart.

James flicked on the light, looking around the room. He noticed clothes on the floor and Micah’s bed disheveled. He even noticed Jeremiah’s phone and a bottle of lube sitting on the nightstand.

He clenched his fist. Everyone else may have been obvious, but James knew what was up.

Why would Micah hide being home? He thought. Are they really together? He thought as he headed to the bathroom. Is he here? He asked himself, flicking the bathroom light on.

He looked around, not seeing anyone. James just sighed, heading to the toilet to take a piss.

Micah lost his anxious train of thought, hearing the toilet flush and the water turn on, indicating James was finally washing his hands.

Once he heard James leave, he let out a sigh of relief, but he still stayed inside the bathtub just in case.

“Aight, I’m ready–” Jeremiah yelled as he exited his room, pausing when he saw James just come from Micah’s room. “Fuck you was doin’ in thur?” he asked.

“Pissin’…” James furrowed his brows. “…Fuck you thought I was doin’?” he asked.

Jeremiah just shook his head. “Anyways, let’s go,” he grabbed his small, drawstring backpack.

Everyone started heading towards the door, with Jeremiah and James being the ones at the back once everyone had exited. “So… we ain’t hung out inna minute,” James spoke low as they headed towards the elevator.

Jeremiah smirked. “Shit been hectic, lately,” he nodded.

“Hmmm,” James hummed. “You was fuckin’ a girl last night?” he asked.

“Don’t ask questions youn wanna know tha answer to, James,” Jeremiah told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “We’a hang soon,” he nodded, then jogged up to Taylor, sparking up a conversation with him.

•••

after the gym and class

Jeremiah walked into his dorm, overstimmulated and hungry. He sat down on the couch, grabbing his headphones from off the table, putting them on, but he smelled an amazing aroma of fish and vegetables.

He stood up, noticing Micah in the kitchen, cooking over the stove.

Micah was dressed, of course, in a simple wife beater and joggers. Jeremiah just admired him and his body, looking at his tattoos that covered his arms. He walked up behind Micah, wrapping his arms around him. “Wassup, baby,” he kissed his cheek.

“You jus’ know noticin’ a nigga?” Micah asked as he flipped over the salmon he was searing.

“Don’t be like et, baby–you know a nigga gotta relax fa a second afta bein’ out inna world. Iss too fuckin’ loud,” Jeremiah told him. “You cooked fa us?” he asked, kissing Micah’s cheek again, and Micah pushed him off.

“I guess–get offa me,” Micah told him, turning around, and Jeremiah ignored him, pulling Micah into a hug, connecting their lips.

Jeremiah gave him a few deep kisses. “You miss me?” he asked on his lips.

Micah shrugged. “A luh bit,” he spoke as he kissed Jeremiah back. “I gotta question tho,” he started.

“Wassup?”

“Who else you fuckin’ that niggas thank you hadda bitch in hur?” Micah asked with an unamused but nonchalant expression.

Jeremiah just blinked.

“You was fuckin’ et thirtsy bitch in hur while I was gettin’ my mind right, nigga?” Micah blinked.

“Baby,” Jeremiah stood up, sighing.

“Hello?” Micah got in his face.

“I wasn’t fuckin’ nobody, Micah.” Jeremiah grabbed his hands.

Micah raised a brow, crossing his arm. “Don’t lie ta me, Jeremiah,” he frowned even deeper.

“Baby, on my life, while you was gon’, Ian fuck not a soul,” Jeremiah spoke grabbing his waist, kissing on his face.

“Whateva.” Micah turned around, grabbing the spatula and plating both pieces of the salmon. He then checked on the broccoli he had made them that was steaming as well as the rice he had in the rice cooker.

Jeremiah just stood back and watched him finish cooking and plate their food. After he was finished, he set their plates down at the coffee table in front of their couch, then went back to get them two bottles of water. “C’mon,” he waved Jeremiah over.

The two sat down, and Jeremiah reached over, grabbing Micah’s chin to give him a kiss. “Thank you fa the food, baby,” Jeremiah told him.

“You welcome,” Micah kissed him back. “How you like it?” Micah asked, breaking up his salmon in his rice. “I mix all of it up like es,” he spoke with a full mouth.

“Close yo mouf, baby,” Jeremiah said, shaking his head.

Micah rolled his eyes, then continued eating after mixing his food up. “Try it,” he took a spoonful of the rice, salmon, and vegetables dipped in the seafood butter. “Fah,” he held it up to Jeremiah’s mouth.

Jeremiah opened his mouth, eating the food and humming. “Damn,” he smiled. “You want some more dick afta es?”

“What?” Micah chuckled.

“You hurd me, my luh housewife,” Jeremiah nodded.

“You almost had me.”

“Uh huh–you resistin’ how you was feelin’ all las’ night?” Jeremiah raised a brow.

Micah just blinked. “Shut up n eat,” he smacked his lips.

Jeremiah smirked, turning his attention to his plate. He then turned on the television to a show they like to watch together. Dragon Ball Z.

“You look like Krillin,” Micah joked.

“Nigga, you look like Frieza,” Jeremiah oked back.

“I’m stronga than you tho,” Jeremiah smacked his lips.

The two continued to argue about the show until they were finished eating. “Thank you fa the food, baby,” Jeremiah told him again.

Micah just giggled bit, “You welcome–youn gotta keep tellin’ me,” he bit down on his lip, shaking his head.

Jeremiah just blushed a bit. “Gimme a kiss,” he told Micah.

Rolling his eyes, Micah leaned in to join their lips. He then climbed onto Jeremiah’s lap, straddling him, feeling Jeremiah get more aggressive with his kiss as his hands went into his pants, gripping onto his ass. “I wan’ fuck,” Micah whispered on his lips.

Jeremiah just smirked, flipping Micah onto his back. “Me too,” he tugged on his lips with his teeth, tugging at his joggers to pull them down.

He pulled them off, then went to grab the lube from Micah’s room, coming back fully naked.

So was Micah, and he only bit down on his lips watching Jeremiah squirt lube on his hole, feeling it throbbing in anticipation for Jeremiah.

How this nigga already got me addicted? Micah shook his head, gasping a bit when he felt Jeremiah push his leg back while aligning his dick with Micah’s entrance.

He looked up to look at Micah’s expression. “What?” Micah asked with a raised brow. Jeremiah just shook his head, pushing inside of him, watching as Micah’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Oh, baby,” Micah moaned. “Ahh, ahhh,” he repeatedly moaned, putting his hands on Jeremiah’s shoulders as he delivered Micah medium-paced, deep thrusts.

“Mmm, Micah,” Jeremiah moaned out. “You feel so fuckin’ tight.”

…Outside of the door, James stood outside of dorm room 303… He decided to start playing offense and start going after what he wanted.

He thought about Jeremiah’s words earlier, letting him know that they’d hang out. James made the initiative.

As he went to knock on his door, he paused, “J-Jeremiah, fuck,” he heard moaning… and it sounded like Micah.

It was the middle of a school day, so it was pretty quiet in the athletic dorms. Everyone was at class, practice, or gym… so it wasn’t hard to hear through the door, being as though they were in the living room.

“Shit so wet fa a nigga, baby. Damn, Micah,” Jeremiah breathed, and James’ eyes widened even further.

He got a bit closer to the door, hearing both of them moaning in complete bliss.

James felt his heart racing and his fist balled up. He just shook his head and walked away.

“You fuckin’ me so good today,” Micah panted in his ear.

Jeremiah chuckled as he slowed down his pace, rolling his hips even more. “Jus’ today?” he asked.

“Mmph—yeah,” Micah moaned, feeling his stomach cave a bit as he put his hand on Jeremiah’s waist, pushing him. “T-Them otha times was trash.” Micah bit down on his lip to contain the whimpers that Jeremiah was making him do from how good he felt each time he slowly filled him up.

“If I’m fuckin’ you good, take alles dick then, Micah,” Jeremiah told him, moving his hand, thrusting fully into him, watching as Micah squeezed his eyes shut and his legs immediately shook.

“Don’t tell me you pussy?” Jeremiah finally realized he had to troll Micah back.

Micah’s eyes shot open. “Neva dat,” he put his hands behind his head, interlocking them. “Do yo shit,” he nodded with a smirk.

Jeremiah smiled big, “Aw, essa bet,” he grabbed both of Micah’s legs, pushing them towards his stomach. He then pulled all the way out, thrusting into Micah deeply, repeating that with quick, aggressive movements.

“Y-You a bitc—ohh,” Micah moaned. He immediately moved his hands from the back of his head, pushing Jeremiah’s stomach again. “I-Ian no pussy, you jus’ deep, daddy,” Micah whined, feeling and hearing all the wet noises coming from the two.

“I am. Ain’t I?” Jeremiah bit down on his lip. “Only pussy niggas can’t take da whole dick,” he looked from Micah’s hands on his stomach to Micah’s eyes that were pouty and glossed over.

He averted his eyes, pouting a bit, humming at the slower strokes Jeremiah gave him. Micah huffed, moving his hands and putting them at the sides of his head. “Oh, God,” he moaned loudly, fighting the urge to push him again. “Baby,”!he let out a ragged moan. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned again, unintentionally arching his back.

This time felt even better than yesterday since he was already a bit stretched out.

“Mmnh,” Micah hummed as he looked up at Jeremiah over him, noticing the beads of sweat running down his face. He then looked down at Jeremiah’s dick quickly sliding in and out of him, and his eyes rolled back. “Fuck, daddy,” Micah moaned, and they only got higher and higher. “Jeremiah,” he whined. “Please.”

“I’m fuckin’ you good?” Jeremiah asked, and Micah nodded.

“Yeah, daddy,” Micah panted.

“I fuck you good last night too?”

Micah grabbed Jeremiah’s face. “Y-You always fuck me good, daddy,” Micah breathed lowly before reconnecting their lips.

It didn’t take long as they stayed in the position for Micah to get filled up.

“I betta be the last mufucka you eva fuck on es couch,” Micah threatened Jeremiah who just laid on top of him for a moment.

“Okay, baby,” Jeremiah yawned. “I’m tired… Legs n hips feel like I been runnin’ a marathon.”

“You have been—Woody droppin’ et wood onna nigga,” Micah chuckled, making Jeremiah crack up laughing.

“Et was corny, but I give an A fa effort, my baby,” Jeremiah pecked his lips.

Micah just blushed a bit and smiled. “You love me?” he asked.

Jeremiah nodded, “Been doin’ et,” he kissed his lips. “You love me?”

Nodding, Micah leaned in to kiss his. “Unfortunately,” he sighed, shaking his head.

Jeremiah got up, smacking his lips, “I’m goin’ in my room.”

“Wait!” Micah chuckled, jumping up, but fell back down because his legs were weak. “I’m sorry, baby, you know Ion thank et,” he pouted, seeing Jeremiah walking into his room. “If youn take me inner witchu, Imma cry,” Micah shouted, and Jeremiah groaned coming back out to pick Micah up and carry him into his room too. “Yay,” Micah laughed, kissing Jeremiah’s cheek.

Jeremiah just rolled his eyes. He so lucky I’m willing to put up with his crazy ass.

•••

shortly after

“You really thank it’s unfortunate that you love me?” Jeremiah asked as he snuggled Micah’s neck.

Micah raised a brow in confusion, “No? Baby—you know I troll, Jeremiah. Why you hung up on es?” he chuckled.

Sighing, Jeremiah just shook his head, turning over.

“Jeremiah,” Micah called out to him, raising up. He grabbed Jeremiah’s arm, trying to pull him his way again. “Jeremiah, c’mon.”

Micah then straddled him, his eyes widening when he saw Jeremiah’s eyes full of tears. “Baby…”

“Can you leave me alone?” he asked, not looking at Micah, biting his thumbnail.

“Jeremiah, I swur Ian mean it like et, baby,” Micah told him, biting down on his lip.

Jeremiah just sat there silently for a few minutes. “I’m sorry, Jeremiah,” Micah told him, still not getting a response. “Please talk to me… please, Jeremiah.”

Jeremiah wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole from all the conflicting feelings he had over a small joke, and more so… he still struggled with articulating his deeper feelings. He felt stupid, embarrassed… but it still hurt.

“…I know you ain’t mean it… it jus’ still hurt me I guess…” Jeremiah finally told him.

Micah grabbed his face, repeatedly kissing his lips. “I’m sorry, okay,” Micah nodded. “I love you, Jeremiah. Nothin’ is unfortunate about lovin’ you—you know who you are, Jeremiah?” he kissed him again. “I can’t lie, yeah, is it scary? Man, n do I wanna face the world fa lovin’ you? Not right now,” he shook his head. “But it’s not unfortunate lovin’ you—you make a nigga so happy, it piss me off—so much, I wish I was a bitch sometimes, so niggas could jus’ be,” he shrugged, wiping his own eyes.

Jeremiah sighed, “I know I sound stupid as fuck.”

“No you don’t, baby—stop talkin’ ’bout yourself like et,” Micah told him, feeling Jeremiah gently rest his hands on his waist.

“But I know you troll… I guess I jus’ got a luh triggered,” Jeremiah said, looking up at him.

Micah just sighed, leaning down and wrapping his arms around him. “It’s okay—I hurt yo feelins, n I’m sorry. You not dumb. You not stupid. I made a stupid joke,” he said, then kissed his cheek.

Jeremiah smirked, grabbing Micah’s chin to reconnect their lips. “Thank you,” he told him.

“Of course, baby,” Micah kissed him back.

“I’m not used ta you bein’ nice,” Jeremiah chuckled.

“Well, me not bein’ nice got me in trouble,” Micah shook his head. “Ion like when daddy not smilin’ at me,” he said in Jeremiah’s ear.

Of course, a big grin spread across Jeremiah’s face. He then poked his lips out, feeling Micah move on top of him to kiss him deeply.

•••

the next day

Outside of the small gym, Micah and Jeremiah stood with their practice uniform on.

Micah also had Meilie come over to try and put some sweat-proof makeup on the hickies that Jeremiah left on him, threatening him to give her a full detailed report of how it happened later on.

He just sighed, forgetting his closest friend was a woman who liked to gossip.

“You ready, baby? You sho?” Jeremiah asked him before they went inside.

Micah nodded.

Jeremiah nodded too, putting in his earplugs, then pushing open the door. “Look who I found,” Jeremiah shouted, with his hands cuffed around his mouth as they walked into the gym.

Everyone looked over. “MICAH!” probably half of the team shouted in unison.

They all ran over to him, giving him a group hug.

“We missed you, brody.” Jordan wrapped his arms around Micah, aggressively patting his back.

Micah just smiled. “I missed y’all too… N I know I got sum explainin’ ta do–Jeremiah jus’ respected a nigga wishes ta tell y’all myself… Ian even want es nigga ta be aware, but,” he shrugged, nodding genuinely.

He still felt bad that he traumatized two of the most important people to him.

“We undastand. Youn gotta explain,” Taylor told him, and he got a lot of nods from his other teammates.

“Facts,” Chase added on.

Micah sighed a sigh of relief. “Parks!” Coach yelled, making Micah whip his head towards him.

He waved Micah over, who ran to Coach, “Wassup, Coach,” he smiled, and Coach Carter just engulfed him into a hug.

Micah’s eyes went wide when he heard him sniffling, “You scared me, boy,” he hugged him tightly.

Of course, Micah’s parents didn’t wait for his permission before letting Coach Carter know as well as all of his professors, demanding they keep it under wraps.

His parents were donors to the school, after all.

They didn’t want it to seem as if Micah was just ghosting his responsibilities.

Micah sighed, wrapping his arms back around Coach Carter. “I’m sorry, Coach,” he told him.

He truly did feel as if during his time of knowing him that he was a genuine father figure.

“Don’t say sorry to me, Micah,” he pulled back, and Micah almost started sobbing, seeing his expression.

I don’t think anyone has seen Coach cry.

“You say sorry to yourself,” he pointed to his chest, looking him in the eyes. “All of this,” he pointed to the court. “None of that matters more than you. Fuck basketball. Fuck the fame. None of that matters more than you,” he poked his chest hard. “You understand me, Parks?” he spoke sternly.

Micah wiped his eyes with his hands and nodded. “Hell, yeah, Coach.

Coach Carter just smiled, pulling him into a deep hug once again, and for some reason, he was the person that made Micah start sobbing like a child in his arms as everyone on the team somberly.

It didn’t take long before the whole team wrapped their arms around him, staying just like that until he stopped.

“We love you, Micah. You—not just your skills,” Coach nodded, and Micah finally quit crying, taking a deep breath.

“Aight—enough of et—who ready ta get ta work,” Micah turned around facing everyone. “I might’ve be out fa a minute, but y’all still ain’t betta than me,” Micah chuckled with red eyes.

Jeremiah only smiled, seeing him in a better place.

“Three V three—me n Micah captains,” Jeremiah suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Coach nodded. “But, Micah ain’t read for that yet—LAPS!” he yelled, then blew his whistle.

Everyone groaned but then started running around the gym. “Bruh,” Micah smacked his lips, but he started jogging around the gym with everyone.

“Wassup, James,” Micah smiled at him as he jogged by him.

“Wassup, Micah? So… you weren’t gonna tell us you was back because you was fuckin’ Jeremiah?” is wha James thought of asking, but he didn’t. “Hey, Micah—I’m glad ta have you back,” he smiled, and he meant that genuinely although his heart hurt from seeing and hearing them two together. “Are you good? How’s your family doin’?”

Micah sighed, “Well…” he chuckled a bit. “I’ve been great since I been back, n ta be honest, Ion give a fuck ’bout what my family doin’,” he answered.

“I mean… who can blame you fa feelin’ like et towards them…” James knew a bit from just being around Micah the past few years.

“Yeah…” Micah looked into the distance, feeling sad for a moment, but he just pushed the thought away. “Enough about me,” Micah shook his head. “Wassup witchu, lately?” he asked as they continued to jog. “You was a luh giddy las’ time I seen you—niggas must gotta bitch.”

James chuckled a bit, “I been decent… Jus’ focusin’ on graduation—tryna get inna league myself, and… thur is somebody I got my eyes on…”

“Oh, shit—who is she I know ha?” Micah asked excitedly, and James nodded. “You not gon’ tell me ha name?” James shook his head. Micah smacked his lips. “What she look like?” Micah asked nosily.

“Brownskin, tattoos… tall,” James smiled, and Micah tried to think of any girls he knew that looked like that. “Dreads…” James finished.

The first person that popped into his mind was the man that was a few people in front of them, talking and laughing with Taylor.

Micah then tried to think of women he knew that looked like that.

His mind only thought of Jeremiah, and he started feeling a bit irritated. But why, though?

Maybe… I just don’t remember the bitch. He thought to himself, but he also felt like James’ energy has been off with him for a while now… and how close it appeared Jeremiah and James have gotten.

He likes Jeremiah?

He gay? Micah blinked. I mean the nigga is hella pretty in the face, so I’m not too shocked, but James is gay? That’s why he been weird because he knows…

He was in my room the other day… Fuck…

Maybe I’m just overthinking. Come on, Micah.

“You good, bruh?” James asked with a smirk.

Micah nodded, “I’m coo. Uhh—”

“C’mur, Micah!” Jeremiah called him over, and he was thankful because he didn’t have a response to James.

James just sighed, feeling his heart hurt a bit. He got all his confirmation from hearing them and hearing Micah’s answers, but his heart was growing stronger for Jeremiah as time went on.

“Wassup,” Micah spoke once he caught up to Jeremiah and Taylor.

Jeremiah just smiled at him, making Micah avert his eyes so he wouldn’t start blushing. “Wassup, how you feelin’ bein’ back at practice?” he asked, a little winded.

“I-I feel… good n weird,” Micah answered.

“Why you feel weird?” Taylor asked.

Micah took a deep breath before speaking. “Well… I thank I gotta new outlook on life n… basketball,” he shook his head. “I love it ta death, but the pressure,” he nodded, looking towards them two.

“I undastand completely, and I think you should do whateva that’s best fa you, Micah,” Taylor told him. “You should choose whateva path you want,” he nodded.

“I agree,” Jeremiah nodded as well. “Now, come n get beat innes three V three,” he smiled.

Micah just smiled. Just wait until we get back to that damn dorm.

•••

“You niggas suck!” Micah shouted as he playfully stood on the side as he and a few of his teammates were practicing their free throws by doing a freethrow competition.

“Micah, yo ass wanna get beat up on yo first day back?” Jordan smacked his lips as he finished, going over to mush Micah in his face.

Everyone then whipped their heads towards the loud sound of a whistle. “Aight!” Coach yelled, and everyone lined up in front of him. “You two,” he pointed to Micah and Jeremiah. “You will start your training for Kentwoods versus, that has been rescheduled. It’ll also help Micah get back into the groove of things. I want it to start ASAP,” he started off, and Jeremiah and Micah looked at one another, smiling.

Ion know how much practicing we gonna do. Jeremiah thought.

Coach continued giving them their instructions, soon after dismissing them.

“Y’all wanna play COD?” Chase asked their crew as they were leaving.

“Hell, yeah–letta nigga wash they ass first,” Taylor joked.

“Imma see–I got plans,” Jeremiah told them with a smile.

Micah raised a brow.

“Et sounds like you rey be a… whore,” Chase teased.

Jeremiah just shrugged. “You niggas know me by now,” he chuckled.

Micah only felt his irritation growing. Is he deadass?

“What aboutchu, Micah? Any plans–seein’ the fiance?” Chase asked, and Micah almost felt his breath get pulled from his body.

He forgot only Jeremiah and Meilie know the truth about that situation. “Man… I’m rey go lay th fuck down. A nigga jus’ need some rest,” Micah gave them a fake smile. “I’m actually rey head up ta my dorm now,” he told them, and everyone just nodded, but they gave Micah his space.

Except for Jeremiah, he was confused…

•••

After spending about an hour with the other teammates, Jeremiah finally made it back to his dorm.

He walked inside, seeing that the lights were off and Micah was in his room.

He was already thrown off from Micah just leaving earlier.

First, he sat down on the couch so he could relax, take a deep breath, and bask in the nice silence. He put on his headphones, then stood up, going over to Micah’s room and turning the knob.

He went inside, seeing Micah lying in bed. “Wassup, baby,” Jeremiah greeted him.

Micah just sighed. “Whatchu doin’ hur?” he asked.

Jeremiah just raised a brow, moving his headphones, although they were already turned off, so he could make sure he heard that correctly. “What?”

“I sed whatchu doin’ hur? Don’tchu got plans? Go be witchu plans–talkin’ about fuckin’ a bitch in my face tho, Jeremiah,” Micah smacked his lips. “Get the fuck out my room,” he waved him off.

A chuckle just left Jeremiah’s mouth. “What are you talkin’ ’bout?” he spoke as he started climbing into the bed with Micah.

“Hell, nah–getcho dirty ass inna showa,” Micah smacked his lips.

“I took one at Taylor’s,”

“So you takin’ showas at niggas’ apartments now?” Micah sat up.

Jeremiah just laughed at Micah’s jealousy. “I’m lyin’–c’mon, baby, stop bein’ mad–you miscontruin’…” he looked down at Micah with his lip between his teeth as he grabbed Micah’s hands to pull him to the edge of the bed. “My plan was always involvin’ you,” he spoke as he looked into his eyes.

“Uh huh–you savin’ face,” Micah smacked his lips, and Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

He then put Micah’s arms around his neck, holding him by his waist. “I promise you, the only one gettin’ es dick right now is you, baby,” he told him, picking him up.

“Hell, nah, put me down,” Micah complained but didn’t move as Jeremiah carried them to the bathroom.

Jeremiah finally put him down once they were in the bathroom, and he closed and locked the door behind him.

“You trappin’ me in hur?” Micah crossed his arms.

“You told me I needa showa, so come on, baby,” Jeremiah spoke as he started stripping his clothes.

Micah just stayed silent, and Jeremiah walked over to him, starting to strip his clothes for him.

“You not gon’ letta feel et grip?” Jeremiah asked grabbing his ass.

Micah just bit down on his lip, a smirk finally forming on his face. “You nasty,” he raised his arms so Jeremiah could take off his shirt.

“I can’t help it,” he told him as he started kissing on Micah’s face and shoulders. “You so mufuckin’ sexy,” he kissed the side of his face, making Micah let out a low hum. “N et ass is addictin’ already–Ion want nun else,” he whispered in his ear, smacking his ass again.

Micah hissed a bit from being sore from the past couple of days. He even had a bruise on his ass from Jeremiah smacking it so much during sex.

“Baby—” Micah breathed, jumping on Jeremiah, who just carried him to the shower. “Don’t do too much, we got practice toma,” he told him, looking into his eyes with a pouty look. “Hurry, I wan’ feel you, baby,” he kissed his lips.

Jeremiah only nodded. “Imma fuck you even betta today,” he told him.

Micah just felt both ends throbbing, “Mmm, daddy, hurry n do it then.”

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The two whipped their head towards the wall, hearing loud knocks on the door.

Micah only groaned. “I will beat any nigga behind et door,” he spoke aloud as Jeremiah put him down. “I’m fuckin’ horny!”

Jeremiah just laughed, “Calm down, baby,” he told Micah, smacking his ass again, making him let out another low whimper. “We can fuck wheneva you wanna.”

The two quickly put on clothes, and Jeremiah decided to sit on the couch while Micah answered the door in some joggers and an oversized shirt. “Who is it?” he asked, annoyed, opening the door… His eyes widened.

“Kelia?”

to be continued…

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