Chapter 20

SAME TIME, SAME DAY

“You’re lying,” Kelia told Micah as they rode to the hospital.

Micah scoffed. “You’re seeing someone, Micah.” She continued, and he heard her voice start to break.

He sat for a minute thinking, and his mind just went straight to Jeremiah.

He was lying; he was head over heels for him.

However, Micah remained silent as they headed to their destination.

It only riled Kelia up more. She bit down on her lip in frustration. Although the two had their ups and downs, Kelia knew Micah well enough to know the lack of truth behind his silence.

Once they arrived at the hospital and parked, Micah got out of the car and went around to open the door for her. He held his hand out, attempting to help her out of the car, but he then noticed the way she mean-mugged him. “Really?” he asked, smacking his lips.

Kelia rolled her eyes, taking his hand as she got out of the car. “Are you gonna tell me the truth?” she asked him.

“Kelia, I’m not rey do this witchu,” Micah told her, shaking his head as he started leading her inside the hospital, up to the front desk.

Once they got checked in, the two were guided up to the room where they’d be checking on the baby.

It was an awkward silence between them as Micah sat on a small chair beside the window of the room while Kelia was getting prepared for the ultrasound.

Micah just sat there, hardly listening to what the nurse or doctor was saying. His mind kept swirling back and forth between Kelia and Jeremiah.

It was a bit of guilt weighing on his heart for being there with her, but he felt the same guilt keeping Jeremiah a secret.

The freedom he felt with Taylor knowing was something that had his mind going ever since.

He knew the thought of them being out and in the open was just a dream, though.

That’s why Micah felt as if… What’s the point? Micah thought.

He looked down at his lap, biting down on his lip.

Micah’s thoughts had him in his feelings, and he couldn’t be present in the moment.

He loved Jeremiah so much, but… was there a real future with him, like there was with the mother of his child?

Micah looked up, seeing Kelia and the nurse staring at him. Kelia looked embarrassed as her face went flush, for Micah not paying a lick of attention in public made her look bad…

They were barely broken up to the public.

“Micah!” Kelia almost yelled.

“What?” Micah asked. “My bad. I zoned out a luh bit.” He told her.

Kelia just rolled her eyes, while the nurse just repeated her question. “Umm… Well, I was just asking if you two had any name ideas?”

Micah just slightly shook his head. I’m tired of her fucking attitude as if she didn’t fuck my brother.

“Well… that’s more of a Kelia thing,” Micah answered, seeing as she just slightly sighed, then changed her face to a fake smile when the nurse looked back over to her.

“Well, I think Micah is gender neutral, so I was thinking junior, girly middle name if it’s a girl,” Kelia told her with a shrug.

Micah felt bad about his previous thoughts. He honestly hadn’t even thought about a name.

His mind has been everywhere lately.

The nurse just smiled. “Your name is beautiful,” she told Micah.

Micah smiled at her compliment. “Thank you.”

“Of course, you’re carrying a big legacy,” she continued, then looked at Kelia.

Micah then felt irritated by her next statement; fuck the legacy. Micah thought. I’m making my own. He told himself.

I don’t even want my baby to have my name… I don’t want my baby associated with my family.

Micah Kentwood doesn’t sound too bad—

“Huh?” Micah blurted.

Both Kelia and the nurse looked at him. “You okay?” Kelia asked.

He nodded. “Yeah—Imma go ta the bathroom real quick.” Micah stood up, quickly leaving the room.

Micah found the nearest personal bathroom, locking the door, pulling out his phone as he leaned against the sink.

He went to his text messages, clicking on his thread with Jeremiah.

Micah just went scrolling through the texts, feeling his heart throbbing, then he jumped when his phone started ringing, and of course, it was Jeremiah.

He was nervous to answer, and he just stared at it until it stopped ringing.

He grabbed his head in confusion. Micah didn’t know which way was the right way.

My Heart ❤️

> stop doing me like this Micah
> all i ever done since we started whatever we got going was be about you.
> u deadass b hurting the fuck outta my feeling dog

Micah’s chest tightened, reading the messages Jeremiah had sent him.

He always felt as if he was the problem, and he knew he was.

He would probably be better off without me anyway. Micah thought, feeling his emotions start to overwhelm him.

Quickly, he put his phone away, looking in the mirror on the wall, studying his facial expression.

Micah attempted not to look so distraught and distracted. His baby’s mother wasn’t stupid.

She could feel it in her bones that Micah’s heart was somewhere else, but he continued to deny it.

He walked out of the bathroom, returning to the room Kelia was in, sitting down, and doing his best to keep his mind present and focused.

•••

A while after being seen, Kelia and Micah were left in the room together by themselves.

“You ready?” Micah asked as he stood up, walking over to her and holding his hand out.

Kelia looked up at him with annoyed eyes. “You’re so fuckin’ embarrassing, bro.” She scoffed.

Micah smacked his lips, facepalming himself. “What the fuck did I do now?” he asked.

“You made me look stupid—always in your fuckin’ phone, constantly checking it, probably texting some bitch, the nurse asking you questions, and you’re not even paying attention to properly respond! You haven’t even thought about a fuckin’ baby name, Micah—you haven’t thought about me or your fuckin’ kid at all!” She yelled at him.

Micah felt rage start to build up, ripping through his veins. “Well, maybe because you had me thinkin’ about you fuckin’ my mufuckin’ brother!” He stormed up to her. “Or how about you not knowin’ who the fuck the daddy was. Or how about the a MILLION FUCKIN’ THINGS THAT I GOT GOIN’ ON N I TOLD YO ASS IAN WANT NO FUCKIN’ KID RIGHT NOW!” Micah yelled, making Kelia jump.

“Nah, you wanted ta fuckin’ TALK, let’s talk. I kept tryin’ ta spur yo feelins, but since you wanna know the truth. I am seein’ somebody, and that person at least had the mufuckin’ decency ta be honest wit me wrong, right, or indifferent—” Micah got cut off.

“You want to talk about fucking honesty, Micah?” Kelia felt tears streaming down her face. “How long you been with this girl, huh? Did it just start, or has it been going on since we were together? For you to be completely swayed in a different way…” She asked him, looking up into his piercing green eyes with her wet, brown ones.

Micah just stayed silent. He knew the real answer to that question, and guilt started to eat at him in the moment, again. “Let’s just go.” He grabbed her hand, but she snatched it away from him, standing from the hospital bed, walking in front of him, and out the door, letting it slam in his face.

A groan of frustration left Micah’s body as he yanked the door open so hard, it slammed into the wall, but he didn’t care to check if he left a hole or not. He noticed the way Kelia’s demeanor changed after they weren’t in private anymore.

She slowly let Micah catch up with her, so they wouldn’t appear to be at odds, although most of the people in the hallway heard their argument.

Once they left the building, they made their way to the car, not speaking a word to each other.

The car ride to Kelia’s family home was also silent. The only thing that was heard was their breathing, the sounds of the wind, and the rain that started pouring down halfway through their trip.

As he pulled up into the driveway, Kelia decided to break the silence first.

“Can we talk without yelling?” She asked.

Micah slowly cut his eyes towards her. “You gonna stop with all the attitude n gettin’ smart?” he asked back.

Kelia nodded, reaching over and grabbing Micah’s hand, placing it on her belly, with her hand on top of his.

Micah looked at his hand, then up to her, watching her lips as she started to speak. “Look, Micah,” she started, looking up into his eyes. “We both have done things that we both regret with our full hearts. However, I also know that I love you, and I know you love me, and I want to fight for our relationship, and our baby, having both of us, seeing their parents loving and happy. You don’t want that, Micah? Tell me you do, please.” She finished.

“Kelia…” Micah sighed.

“Is she worth the end of us, Micah? Whoever she is, she doesn’t have as much history and love, and whatever—I want us more than all the other extra shit. I don’t want MJ. I promise to God. I don’t want anything else, except our family.” She cried.

Micah just got out of the car, went to her side, opened the door, and pulled her out to hug her. He held her from behind in front of her home as she cried, and Micah felt his own eyes water.

He couldn’t act like Kelia didn’t mean anything to him. He couldn’t act as if he never thought about the life she spoke of.

Micah knew his relationship with Jeremiah was unsustainable.

It broke his heart.

He wished there was a way that he could be together forever, but considering the world they live in, was it possible?

Micah couldn’t ask Jeremiah to risk his promising future, and he didn’t know if he wanted to risk the future of his family.

“I’m sorry,” Micah told her, kissing the side of her face. “I need ta go home n think.” He told her honestly.

She nodded in his arms, wiping her eyes before she went inside.

Kelia didn’t want her parents to ask what was wrong. She didn’t feel like explaining.

“O-Okay,” she sniffled.

Micah then let her go, watching as she went inside before he got into his car and drove back to the dorms.

Once he made it back, he headed up to his room. He paused at his door, and a small part of him wished that Jeremiah wasn’t home.

His mind was overwhelmed, and he knew he needed to sort out his feelings, but he knew Jeremiah would want to talk, and he owed him a conversation.

Micah slowly turned the knob after putting his key inside. He opened the door, seeing that Jeremiah was on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

It was dark; Micah could feel his heart beating through his chest. It amazed him how much emotion Jeremiah made him feel.

He sighed, taking a deep breath, looking up to see that Jeremiah never looked over at him. He slowly walked over, taking a seat on the couch.

There was a little space in between them. Jeremiah looked down at the space, then looked up at Micah, into his eyes.

Micah felt his anxiety shoot through the roof, seeing Jeremiah’s expression. His eyes were bloodshot red, and his face had transparent streaks, starting at his eyes.

He clearly had been crying.

Micah felt even worse, seeing his wet eyes. “Jeremiah…”

“Wass yo problem wit me? Why won’t you jus’ fuckin’ say it, Micah? I’m tired of bein’ confused.” Jeremiah cut him off.

“I’m not tryna confuse you, Jeremiah.” Micah shook his head.

“How?” He turned towards Micah. “Since when do niggas sit wit gaps between us? The way you was actin’ before you left? C’mon, Micah. I had to force a kiss from a nigga that be the first to initiate. Then you jus’ so happen ta be goin’ witcho baby mama? C’mon, Micah I’m not fuckin’ stupid.” Jermeiah scoffed. “You can keep it a hunnit.” He nodded.

“Ian even do shit wit ha, Jeremiah–stop. Ian the nigga that was fuckin’ off,” Micah told him, shaking his head.

“When have I eva fucked off on you?” Jeremiah asked with ire in his tone. “Huh? Answa et fa me? N you bet not say no fuckin’ James cuz one, Ian neva fucked him, two, et shit was before we got like es, while niggas was still engaged to they baby mama,” Jeremiah told him.

Micah just stayed silent. “Exactly. Now, what the fuck is the issue? We was jus’ good. Niggas was jus’ fuckin’ n fine. It’s startin’ ta feel like all I’m good fa is dick.” Jeremiah told him, causing Micah to scrunch his face up.

“Fuck is you even talkin’ about?” Micah spat, standing up. “You keep talkin’ like Imma bitch, n et ain’t rey keep flyin’, Jeremiah. Fuck you mean usin’ you fa dick?”

“I think it’s self-explanatory, nigga,” Jeremiah spat back, standing to his feet as well, looking deep into Micah’s eyes with almost rage. “Do I needa repeat myself? You must take me fa a bitch if you rey thank IMMA SIT HUR WHILE YOU FUCKIN’ YO BABY MAMA!” he yelled, making Micah jump back a bit.

“Stop yellin’ at me, bruh,” Micah told him, feeling his chest tighten.

He had to admit to himself that he didn’t like it when Jeremiah raised his voice at him.

“Now niggas is soft, like you ain’t stand up on me, when a nigga was jus’ tryna express how I feel,” Jeremiah scoffed, clapping the back of his hand in anger.

Jeremiah felt like he was always Micah’s punching bag, and even though they got to this point, nothing was changing.

There were so many times he just took Micah’s anger, but it still hurt him even if he just brushed it off the next day.

“You jus’ keep tryna disrespect me, n hurt a nigga’s feelins, Jeremiah—what you f-fuckin’ fight me now?” Micah stuttered over his words.

Jeremiah just rolled his eyes and smacked his lips. “Aight, bruh,” he said as he turned around, waving him off as he headed towards his room. “Niggas so mufuckin’ selfish, they can never see what the fuck I’m tryna say,” he muttered, but Micah still heard him.

He walked behind Jeremiah to only get a door slammed in his face, hearing it lock afterwards.

Now Micah was staring at the dark wood with teary eyes. He just blinked until a few of them rolled down his cheeks.

He nodded, feeling his heart break, but he sniffled, hurrying to wipe his eyes before he went inside his own room, gently closing his.

Micah started thinking that maybe this was just their fate.

They weren’t supposed to be together.

•••

the next morning

“Yeah, Mei?” Micah asked in a groggy voice, holding his cellphone to his ear.

His head stayed in the same position as he looked over to the wall, seeing an empty space next to him.

A part of Micah wanted everything to return to their usual; he left his door unlocked, hoping Jeremiah would sneak into his room, during the night, wrap himself around Micah as they cuddled, and he would wake up to be engulfed in Jeremiah’s arms and aroma when he first opened his eyes, not even bothered by the blinding sun that shone through his windows above the bed.

That ain’t happen though.

Micah woke up alone, with a burning sensation that the end was near for them.

“Micah!” Meilie called out through the phone.

Micah jumped a bit at her voice, lost in his thoughts, so he wasn’t paying attention. “My bad, Mei—whatchu say?” he asked in an almost melancholic tone, wiping his eyes before the tears that had welled up fell.

“You okay?” she questioned, hearing the change in his voice.

“Y-yeah,” Micah said, clearing his voice as he sat up in the bed. ” I just woke up.” He partially lied. He had just woken up, but he was not okay.

He was in his feelings, and he really didn’t know the solution.

“Well… okay—did you hur about the lockdown?” Meilie asked him, deciding to change the subject. She wasn’t in the mood to pry information out of him today.

“Nah… whatchu talkin’ about?” Micah asked her back. “You know Ian really been on media since I been back.”

“They just cancelled classes for the whole fuckin’ week—even all athletic shit; everybody has to stay in the dorms—”

“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Micah yelled. He now had new feelings of the fear of missing out. He was frustrated with himself, thinking of how a nigga could have him so in his head that he’s hardly paying attention to his surroundings.

It’s almost like he’s been living in a bubble, being consumed by Jeremiah.

He started to wonder if he had put himself in another damned situation.

Is my future with my child and their mother a damned situation?

“Are you listenin’, Micah!” Meilie yelled out.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I’m listenin’ now, go ‘head.”

Taking a deep sigh, Meilie refocused on her words. “Basically, some fuckin’ flu typa virus spreadin’ across the fuckin’ world, so they makin’ us stay im our dorms—”

“So we can even practice?!” Micah cut her off. “What about the rest of the games, draft time, playoffs—”

“Micah!” Meilie interjected his brain about to overthink itself. “Relax—we don’t know how long it’s gonna be… maybe, you can use this time ta fuckin’ relax. Spend some time witcha man, n I will def be sneakin’ ova thur in a few days cuz JuJu outta town, n Imma go insane if I’m by myself.”

That nigga is not my man… Clearly… I know soon as I step out of the door, it’s going to be awkward as hell.

And I have to be fucking trapped with this nigga, and I don’t even know for how long?

Universe, are you fucking with me?

“You clurly not payin’ attention. I’m hangin’ up,” Meilie scoffed.

“Wait, Mei–” Micah got cut off by the sound of his phone making the sound of a call ending.

He sighed, flopping back down onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

Micah felt his phone ding once again, looking at it to see it was Kelia texting him.

Kelia

> why don’t we rent out a little air bnb before the city really shuts down.

Micah stared at the text, wishing he had never opened it.

He just sighed, quickly responding before he stood up, running to the bathroom to brush his teeth, jumping, almost missing the sink when he spat his mouthwash out, when he heard a yell.

“SO, YOU T-TELLIN’ ME WE NOT HAVIN’ A TOURNAMENT ANYMORE?!” Micah heard Jeremiah yell through the walls. “THIS CANNOT BE. I WORKED SO FUCKIN’ HARD. I’M NOT REY GO BACK TA HOW IT WAS—”There was a pause, and Micah was alarmed, wanting to go out there, but he hesitated when he got to the door. “Sorry,” he sounded much calmer. “Sorry, Coach—I jus’ don’t know what that means fa somebody like me—Ian come from shit, now a fuckin’ virus rey ruin my life—” another pause. “How is it not ruined. Coach—this all I got. Rappin’ ain’t no guarantee fa me—This all I got. Ain’t many options fa a nigga like me.”

Micah couldn’t take it anymore. He walked out of his room, going up to Jeremiah, seeing the tears in his eyes.

Jeremiah looked at him confused, even more confused when he felt Micah grab his face and kiss him. He gave him a deep peck, and Jeremiah ended the call before gently grabbing Micah’s waist, slipping his tongue in his mouth.

Micah just wanted to make him feel better, but he didn’t know how other than using his body, and Jeremiah wanted to feel better in the moment, so he kept kissing Micah, although his feelings would change or evolve into something else.

He reached inside Jeremiah’s shorts, taking his length into his warm hand, hearing Jeremiah release a groan.

Hopefully, I can take some of that stress off his mind.

Jeremiah just aggressively pulled him into a kiss, throwing Micah off a bit because usually he had to rile Jeremiah up for him to start off aggressively.

He wasn’t in the love-making mood. Everyone and everything was pissing him off.

Bending down, Jeremiah picked Micah up by his thighs, carrying him to Micah’s room. He threw him on the bed, then started pulling his shorts above his head. He quickly pulled down his pants as Micah got onto his back.

He couldn’t react fast enough, feeling as if Jeremiah was acting rougher than usual.

Jeremiah climbed onto the bed, flipping Micah onto his stomach, pulling his hips to the edge of the bed. “Jeremiah,” Micah breathed while Jeremiah yanked his shorts down, the spit directly on his hole.

He aligned himself, spreading around the saliva, spitting a bit more, so his dick could go in with as much ease as possible.

Pushing Micah’s back in, Jeremiah pushed the tip of his dick inside. “Mmph,” Micah let out a ragged hum, putting his face into the sheets at the sensation of his hole being stretched; his hole unintentionally throbbed around the head of his dick. “Fuuck,” he let out a softer moan.

Jeremiah then plunged all the way inside of him, bottoming out, causing Micah to let out a silent scream as he instinctively pushed Jeremiah’s waist.

“W-Wai—” Micah started.

“Shut the fuck up,” Jeremiah told him in a low voice, starting to quickly thrust in and out of him, biting down on his lip. “N move yo fuckin’ hand,” he breathed, “You wanted the dick so take it.” He told him, feeling anger and pleasure surging through him.

He just felt as Micah got slicker each time he smacked his pelvis against Micah’s arched ass. “Wet ass pussy.” He licked his lips, smacking Micah’s ass.

“Ahh, ahh-aahh, fuck, nigga,” Micah repeatedly moaned as he felt Jeremiah’s dick slide in and out of his throbbing, sensitive hole at an aggressive pace.

The sound of Micah’s ass hitting Jeremiah’s waist filled the room, mixed with his moans. “B-baby,” Micah slurred, almost as if he was drunk, moving his hand from off of Jeremiah.

A moment of confusion coursed through Micah’s body when Jeremiah just chuckled.

“Y-you too fuuuckin’ deep, dadd—” Micah breathed, getting cut off when Jeremiah put his hand on Micah’s head, pushing his face into the mattress.

“N I’m tired of hurin’ yo fuckin’ mouf lately—shut up n jus’ take the dick,” Jeremiah whispered in Micah’s ear.

Although Micah was turned on by Jeremiah’s behavior, his heart felt multiple emotions, for this was different from how they usually had sex.

He felt like he really meant those words in and out of the bedroom.

Micah bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his eyes start to water, but at the same time, he felt so much pleasure from the way Jeremiah easily slid across his spot every time he deeply thrusted inside of him.

Only tears and whimpers escaped Micah, and Jeremiah’s head was elsewhere, so he didn’t realize Micah was crying. Micah just abided by Jeremiah’s words, refocusing on the pleasure he was feeling instead.

“I’m a-almost done,” Jeremiah breathed. “You takin’ et shit, Micah,” he huffed, and Micah let out some low groans, shocked when Jeremiah reached down to stroke his dick while simultaneously thrusting in and out of his hole at a medium speed.

Micah only continued to release ragged moans, gripping the sheets as he got fucked.

He wanted to moan out his name, but he abided by Jeremiah’s words, rather out of pettiness or obedience, Micah himself couldn’t decide. “Ass so fuckin’ good,” Jeremiah groaned. “Es dick feel good in you?”

Micah just stayed silent, refusing to talk, keeping his lip tightly tucked between his teeth, and only muffled grunts and groans were able to be heard… along with the usual sex noises they made like the wet sounds of Jeremiah’s dick plunging in and out of Micah’s convulsing hole.

“Youn hur me?” Jeremiah huffed in his ear, smacking into his hips even harder and faster, causing Micah’s arch to break and small whimpers to escape his tightly sealed lips.

Realizing he was being ignored, Jeremiah scoffed, chuckling a bit. He stopped his hips for a second, “Oh, mufuckas ignorin’ me?” he chuckled, then started his thrusts up again.

They were clearly more aggressive and filled with frustration. Loud repeated smacking was heard in the room from Jeremiah’s pelvis ramming into Micah’s slightly arched ass.

“Youn gotta-” he took a breath from how tight and wet Micah was. “answer. I already know from how wet yo ass is. Sluts love bein’ fucked any typa way.”

“Fuck, you, nigga,” Micah spat at him, feeling really mad.

“Fuck you, Micah.” Jeremiah angrily cussed back at him.

“Y-You a b-bitch, n I—fuck,” he moaned at the end. “I fuckin’ mean et shit, bitch ass nigga.” He put his face in the sheets, feeling as if he was near, but his tears continued to flow even more.

Jeremiah knew he was being a bit harsh, but Micah had been pissing him off.

“Why the fuck you keep talkin’, nigga? You only useful fa pussy, slut.” Jeremiah spat back at him.

Micah just felt even more disrespected. “Fuck-offa-me,” he whimpered, feeling his eyes flicker as Jeremiah smacked his hips against his ass. He felt his ass bounce against him, and he couldn’t help but moan aloud, unable to contain them anymore. “Unh, fuck, unh—” he moaned to each stroke.

He reached back, trying to push Jeremiah’s waist. “Move et shit, bruh—shit,” Jeremiah breathed, feeling his stomach get tight. He grabbed both of Micah’s wrists, pinning them to his back, straightening his posture as he sat up on his knees.

He grabbed both wrists with one hand, then he smacked Micah’s ass as hard as he could with his other as he rammed his dick inside of him. “Micah only job is ta take dick. Youn get ta run.” Jeremiah smacked his ass again.

Micah felt himself come prematurely cum at the pain and the way Jeremiah was handling him.

He felt confused and dirty that Jeremiah could do whatever he wanted to him, and he would love it—even if he was treating him as he treated every random hookup… that meant nothing to him.

“Ooo… sh-sh-shhhit,” Micah moaned in a high-pitched voice as he came. He clenched his fist in Jeremiah’s grasp, feeling his hole throbbing from his orgasm.

Micah felt his body go limp a bit, feeling dazed from nutting that hard, but Jeremiah lifted his hips back into the air. “Mm mm—You ain’t done yet, Micah,” he huffed, thrusting back into him. “I’m rey fill yo ass up.” Jeremiah breathed.

“Ahhh, ohh, Jeremiah—leave me alone, y-you dumbass—mmmm,” Micah cursed at him, unable to continue for how sensitive his hole felt from already cumming, so Jeremiah’s dick just felt even more pleasurable.

Jeremiah’s dick started throbbing, and his eyes rolled back. “Shut up, slut.” He slapped Micah’s ass again. “You jus’ useful fa replacin’ a nigga hand—pussy.” He emphasized the ‘p’ sound, then slapping his ass again.

“You a dis-disrespectful ass, bitch.” Micah breathed. “We, we not eva fu-fuckin’ again—community dick ass bitch,” Micah cursed back through his moans. “I hatechu.”

“I know you do,” Jeremiah huffed, and Micah teared up at the tone in Jeremiah’s voice. “I love you tho.” He told him as he started to cum.

“Fuck,” Micah breathed, feeling Jeremiah pull out of him. He just continued to lie there, seemingly expecting Jeremiah to run to his bathroom, grab a rag, clean them both up, then hop back into bed.

Everything would be normal and smoothed over.

So when he heard his door to leave his room open… then close, he jumped up, almost stumbling out of bed.

He looked around the room in disbelief, looking down at himself, feeling Jeremiah’s nut leak out of him.

Micah felt dirty. “What the fuck is goin’ on?” he whispered to himself.

He slowly walked to the bathroom, jumping into the shower, quickly cleaning himself, feeling sick to his stomach when he had to clean himself out.

Anger started surging through his body, recalling the words Jeremiah said to him during sex.

He really felt like a dirty slut, like he was only worth his body.

It triggered him, and he started feeling like he did after they first had sex.

“Es bitch ass nigga really think he-he rey get away with treatin’ me like I’m one o his whores?” Micah said to himself as his voice cracked.

He was shaking, for he was so angry.

Micah hurried to clean himself, ridding himself of Jeremiah out of his body, then he hurried to put on some jogging pants, rushing out of his room, to Jeremiah’s door. He tried opening it, but it was locked. “Open es mufucka up, nigga,” Micah angrily yelled at him as he jangled the doorknob.

Jeremiah was in the shower, almost finished with cleaning himself, so he couldn’t hear Micah yelling.

Of course, Micah assumed he was being ignored, so he got even angrier, starting to beat on the door. “OPEN ES MUFUCKA UP!” he yelled.

Jeremiah jumped into the bathroom, hearing the noise Micah was making.

He put on his basketball shorts, running out of the bathroom, startled by the loud knocking. “What the fuck—”

“OPEN ES FUCKIN’ DOOR, NIGGA!” Micah yelled again, banging even harder on the door. “Fuck it, I’a break es bitch down,” he said low, stepping back, then kicking the door.

“MICAH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’?!” Jeremiah yelled through the door, but Micah didn’t listen, kicking, then ramming into the door with his body, feeling the hinges get loose. “Bro, es nigga really rey break my door—” he rushed up to the door, trying to open it before Micah really broke it down, but he was too slow for Micah rammed into the door again, flying into Jeremiah’s room, immediately swinging on him, as soon as he saw him.

“Micah, what the fuck?!” Jeremiah dodged him, ducking down, then leaned back when Micah swung at him again.

“Bitch, fuck you!” Micah yelled, feeling tears of anger flow from his face as he continued trying to hit him.

“Micah, calm yo ass down,” Jeremiah huffed as he dodged him again, watching as Micah charged towards him, but Jeremiah opened his arms, wrapping them around Micah, preventing him from moving, then he lay on top of him on his bed, so he couldn’t escape.

“GET THE FUCK OFFA ME! I’M JUS’ SOME PUSSY, HUH, BITCH?!” Micah yelled in his face, feeling the tears roll down his face. “I’m REY SHOW A NIGGA WHOS PUSSY!” he flailed around in Jeremiah’s arms.

“Calm yo ass down!” Jeremiah kept a hold of him.

“No, fuck you, Jeremiah,” Micah told him, feeling his voice break. “Why you do me like et?” he cried. “That shit hurt my fuckin’ feelins, bro—I’d neva make you feel dirty like et,” he told him through tears.

Jeremiah just sighed out of frustration. “When is eva gon’ get through et pretty head?” He asked him, wiping the tears from Micah’s face with his thumbs.

He still hated to make his pretty baby cry.

“How dirty you thank I feel when I’m in tears, n you don’t ask shit, you jus’ grab my dick—after I told you the night before that all I feel like is a fuck. How dirty and worthless do you think et make me feel, Micah?” By the end of his words, there were tears flowing down his face and dripping onto Micah’s.

Micah just looked up at him, speechless. He wanted to curse him out some more, but he couldn’t.

He had been in his own head. “I was jus’ tryna make you feel good, Jeremiah—I swur. I didn’t know how else at the moment.” Micah shook his head.

“But we wasn’t even on good terms, n I had jus’ told you how I felt about the sex, so I wanted ta make you feel how you make me feel sometimes—like I’m only good fa dick,” Jeremiah told him, sniffling.

Jeremiah took a pause to wipe his eyes before he continued. “I feel like… I’m always considerin’ you, but you neva considerin’ m-me,” Jeremiah spoke, and his voice shook a bit as he gripped the sheets next to Micah’s head. “I always think aboutchu, baby, n how I can really take cur of you while going thru all the shit I’m goin’ thru. I’m not rich—I just started gettin’ a luh sum—finally about ta make it out of the fuckin’ trenches I grew up in—the hell I grew up in, n now niggas is bein’ told we gotta stay in? When a nigga was about to go on tour, grow my music? Niggas like me don’t get ways out, Micah—I’m dealin’ wit allet, n I still think aboutcho crazy ass every mufuckin’ day, despite! You feel me?”

Micah just looked up at him, speechless. “Ion know what ta say, Jeremiah—I-I feel like I—” he paused, grabbing Jeremiah’s face, wiping his crying eyes. “I’m sorry, n I hate that I do et shit, but, baby—” he cried himself. “I can’t help it. It feels like my fuckin’ life is always goin’ to shit, n somebody fuckin’ wit me, n I get in my head—I don’t mean to—”

“I know you don’t, Micah, but you can’t keep assumin’ Imma bad nigga. Why was it that you was actin’ like et before you went to yo fuckin’ baby mama?” Jeremiah asked.

“Stop sayin’ it like I did sum wit ha?” Micah huffed, sitting up a bit.

“You wanted to?” Jeremiah asked, peering into Micah’s eyes, searching for the real truth. “I sho’ don’t know what the hell y’all did. I still don’t even know if mufuckas officially broken up or not? Hmm?” he hummed.

Micah stayed silent. He looked away from Jeremiah’s gaze, slowly sitting up. “I-I wanna be witchu—” Micah paused. He started feeling even more emotional as he thought about his next words.

As he thought about his previous thoughts when he was in the hospital… “I wan’ be witta nigga so bad,” he reiterated.

Jeremiah just kept quiet, making sure not to look away from Micah’s face, so he could study it, figuring out the truth behind his words.

He believed them so far.

His eyes broke when Micah looked back at him, and his eyes were filled with melancholy as they got wetter by the second as he spoke. “Bu-but I jus’ don’t see how, Jeremiah,” he cried as he spoke. “Ion see how,” he almost whimpered. “I mean, we-we both have so much th-that’s goin’ on. Youa rappa, you guaranteed ta go pro—what it look like fa us? We gotta be hush our whole lives?” Micah cried. “I think about the otha day when we was ova Taylor’s n how happy it made me ta be ourselves, but that shit ain’t rey happen all the time.” Micah shook his head, wiping his eyes. “Et shit ain’t rey happen probably eva again—think about how we used ta thank before we fell in love, Jeremiah—How?” he finished with tears flowing.

“How, Jeremiah? Tell me how n I swur I’m wit it—I love you so much, but Ion know how,” he said, and Jeremiah just wrapped his arms around him, feeling his own tears escape.

Jeremiah really started to think.

“I-I don’t know…” he stumbled over his words, being engulfed by the waterfall that escaped his eyes, and now he and Micah were hugging and bawling their eyes out.

Jeremiah thought about the world, how they despised queer people. He knew his career in rap and basketball would come to an end.

He’s worked so hard to get away from the hell he lived in. The trauma from his father not being able to afford his livelihood, which led him to prison, led Jeremiah to be fatherless, in and out of the system, dealing with his abusive stepfather, still struggling financially even after his father got him back…

How could he risk what he has now?

He was scared to go back.

“I don’t knooow, Micah, but I love you so fuckin’ much,” Jeremiah cried, holding him even tighter.

“I love you too, Jeremiah, but we j-jus’ can’t,” Micah sniffled in his grasp.

Jeremiah nodded in tears. “I know…”

“Ion wanna letchu go right now eitha,” Micah cried, sniffling. “I’m so confused,” he whined, making Jeremiah chuckle in the moment.

“So don’t let me go right now, baby,” Jeremiah told him, grabbing Micah’s face. “I know I’m bein’ selfish, but let me have you until I can’t,” he told Micah, who grabbed Jeremiah’s hand that was holding his face.

He stared into Jeremiah’s eyes, doing as he always did, agreeing to what he wanted. Micah nodded. “Only if es somethin’ you want tho—Only if you love me like I love you,” Jeremiah continued.

“I love the fuck outta you,” Micah spoke quickly, making Jeremiah’s heart jump, but he was also hesitant. He can’t just trust him saying I love you. He needed to know why

“Why?” Jeremiah asked.

“Huh?” Micah raised a brow.

“Why you love me? I need ta know why if imma agree ta gettin’ my heartbroke willin’ly by you. I need ta know I’m more than sex, that I’m more than shit that don’t matter at the end of the day,” Jeremiah told him.

“Well, you gotta tell me you love more than jus’ my ass.” Micah crossed his arms, pouting a bit, still sniffling, just a tad from all the crying he and Jeremiah did… only still be together.

“You know I love you fa more than that wet ass puss—” Micah mushed Jeremiah, pushing him onto his back, making him laugh as he straddled Jeremiah.

He just kept his hand over Jeremiah’s mouth as Jeremiah gently held Micah’s hips. “Shut the fuck up fa once,” Micah told him, unconsciously dragging his hands down to Jeremiah’s chest, slightly arched.

“You be talkin’ allet shit, but still soft as fuck for a nigga,” Jeremiah responded, rubbing his hands gently up and down Micah’s lower back, hips, and thighs. “But, anyways—I’m listenin’.”

Micah only rolled his eyes as his face visibly turned red. “Please, shutcho ass up, or Ian sayin’ shit.” He smacked his lips.

Jeremiah just smirked, making the motion of zipping his lips up and throwing away the key.

“So corny,” Micah chuckled, adjusting himself on top of Jeremiah, unintentionally pressing his ass down on Jeremiah’s crotch, causing a small groan to escape. “N niggas say I’m the horny mufucka, but I sho’ feel yo dick, brick unda me.” He scoffed.

Jeremiah just shrugged and kept quiet, smirking, sending a playful slap to Micah’s ass.

Micah just slightly bit down on his lip before he began, looking away from Jeremiah’s intense gaze. “Well… issa lot of shit aboutchu that I love.” He spoke, sinking deeper into his thoughts as he thought about the long list of things he loved about his man.

“I love how… authentic you are. Even tho’ you got shit aboutchu that you don’t like, n you may not show them sides all the time, I’ve always appreciated how real you were. I love the way you’re so carin’… Not jus’ wit me, but everybody you love, you make sure they good, n smiling, n I love the way that makes you happy. It just shows me how good you are. I love your creativity. We really both artist fareal, baby,” he said, smiling, looking back at Jeremiah, who was cheesing as if he had won a million dollars or the Olympics.

“But Ion draw n shit like you, baby,” Jeremiah responded, looking at Micah up and down, licking over his lips.

“Listen.” Micah put a finger to his lips. “You are an artist—yo music, yo fuckin’ amazin’ ass poetry. That’s art, baby. I love et shit because it only inspires me, and let’s me know my dreams is possible too—and I love yo music. I be listenin’ to Woody Kent every day, know all the words…” He smiled, making Jeremiah smile. “I know when you talkin’ about me. I get giddy when I hur my name inna song,” he told him. “I know I’m not supposed ta be freaky right now, but I had a dream yo recorin’ shit was still on while we was fuckin’, n you used it inna song.”

“Oh, say less,” Jeremiah said, sitting up. “When I make up fa today, we gon’ record.” He smiled, grabbing Micah’s chin and giving him a sweet peck, then he lay back down, making Micah blush even more. “Continue.”

Micah smiled. “I love how you love me.” He but down on his lip, feeling his chest get tight. “Mufuckas that was supposed to cur fa me, ain’t did that. The mufuckas that call themselves my parents used to just drop me off ova my grandparents’ house, which is why I sound more like a nigga tha my wanna be white ass daddy. They would drop me off n… they would go tend ta MJ, always focused on MJ, or I’m with they bitch ass assistant, or gettin’ fuckin’ beat the shit out of by my father fa jus’… existin’,” Micah was crying again at this point.

Jeremiah felt rage running through his body. He wanted to beat the shit out of Michael Sr.

He sat up, wrapping his arms around Micah. “Okay, it’s my turn. Let’s change the subject, aight?” He grabbed Micah’s face.

Micah nodded, and Jeremiah smiled as he cupped Micah’s face, leaning in to give him the sweetest kiss.

He then gave him a few more pecks to calm him down. “I’m rey freestyle, fuck it.” He shrugged, and Micah raised a brow, but he didn’t question it. “I love you—from yo lips ta yo shoes.

Sometimes, I even dream about sayin’ I do.

I know it’s not a dream allowed ta come true,

but I’m so fuckin’ in love witchu.

Rememba I said I got the honeymoon flu

but I’m really sick that I c-can’t be witchu,

foreva.

I wanna be witchu foreva, but foreva ain’t in our cards,

so lemme tell you all the things I love aboutchu before we drift far apart.” Jeremiah rhymed, and of course, Micah’s eyes were watery from his words.

“I love the way you smile. I’m in love witcho smile. I’m the biggest sucker for it. It’s why I go outta my way ta make you happy—jus’ ta see et smile.” He began, never breaking eye contact.

“I love how you just… naturally good at shit. Ian neva seen a nigga not give a fuck about basketball like et, but still better than most of the niggas on the court. Niggas got multiple talents like drawing, making sculptures, fuckin’ cookin’—” At this point, Micah’s face was red.

“Talents?” Micah asked as Jeremiah finally let go of his face.

Jeremiah nodded. “Baby—I can’t boil hot dogs right. I burly can draw a stick man, n I seen you draw shit that look like pictures, n nigga you prolly a hunnit thousand niggas NBA draft picks!” He told him. “You the shit fareal.” He chuckled, making Micah giggle.

“I love how fuckin’ funny you are. Hands down funniest nigga I know, n I know some funny niggas, but I’m always laughin’ when I’m witchu. It feels like, damn es is a nigga I can jus’ relax with n I can be serious.” Jeremiah continued. “I love the way you can light up the room, command its attention.”

“N I love how only I seen all of you. I love yo soft, sweet side.” Jeremiah told him as he leaned in to peck his lips again. “I love wakin’ up ta breakfast, just because… or gettin’ cuddled up on, how you are now…” He looked Micah up and down. “Bein’ my sweet, sweet, baby.” He told him, kissing him between every word.

Micah just only fell even more into submission for him at the moment. “I’m not sweet nor soft,” he slightly pouted, looking deeply into Jeremiah’s eyes, resisting the urge to smile.

“Look atchu, Micah,” Jeremiah chuckled. “Poutin’, straddling me, listenin’ ta me like a good boy, n Imma reward you later, but we talkin’ right now.”

“You must really think Imma bitch,” Micah said low, still blushing and smirking, thinking about the reward he was going to get.

“You like it when I talk sweet ta you tho, es why yo face all red, n you wanna smile hard as hell. Am I wrong?” Jeremiah smiled, and Micah looked away, flicking him off. “You so cute, baby.” Jeremiah chuckled, kissing Micah’s cheek.

He slightly tackled Micah, so that he was lying on his back as he lay on top of him. Jeremiah laid his head on Micah’s bare chest, kissing it before he continued. “N I love the way you still treat me the same, even afta finding out about my autism.”

“Ion even think about it. You been the same ol’ nigga to me.” Micah shrugged.

Jeremiah just smiled, feeling Micah run his fingers through his dreadlocks.

“I know es how you feel, n et makes me love you even more,” Jeremiah said low.

Micah now let his smile take over, since Jeremiah wasn’t looking his way.

The two just stayed silent, eventually being overcome by sleep.

•••

the next morning

With the incoming pandemic, Jeremiah and Micah were now on day two of being stuck in their dorms with little knowledge of what was going on.

They ended up sleeping in Jeremiah’s bed, cuddling up and kissing to make up for the past couple of days.

Jeremiah went back to sleep, feeling emotionally drained, while Micah stayed up to make them brunch.

As he was preparing their meal, which consisted of fried chicken and waffles. As he was frying the chicken, he heard his phone ring; it was a FaceTime call from Meilie.

He slid the button over to answer the call, then propped his phone up. “Wassuh, MeiMei?”

“You seem like you inna better mood… n you cookin’. You got some dick? You such a hoe.” Meilie teased.

“No—I mean…” Micah paused. “Yeah, I did, but es not why I’m smilin’,” he said, chuckling. “Me n Jeremiah actually had a big ass fight afta I got off the phone witchu.”

“Why?” Meilie questioned.

Micah sighed. “Well, it kinda started when I left ta go to the hospital with Kelia…”

Meilie raised a brow. “Whatchu do with her, Micah?”

“So, y’all both jus’ think Ian shit. What the fuck?” Micah smacked his lips as he pulled out a piece of chicken, checking to see if it was done frying before putting it on a plate.

“Well…” Meilie dragged the word out for dramatic effect.

“Fuck you, Mei.” Micah spat back.

Meilie just laughed. “But why did y’all fight?”

“Well, issa long story that Ion wanna get into, or I might cry, n I already feel like a female too much as it is lately,” Micah said, letting out a scoff. “Nigga really mighta got me pregnant,” he spoke under his breath.

“You n es female word. Stop it.” Meilie told him.

Micah raised a brow, “Fuck am I supposed ta say then?”

“Not that shit. You might as well say bitch.” Meilie scoffed.

Micah shrugged. “Well… okay,” he chuckled.

“I will fuck you up, Micah Parks.” She flicked him off.

“I love you, MeiMei.” Micah made kissy faces at her.

Meilie just rolled her eyes, changing the topic. “So, back ta you n yo baby mama… How did that go?” she asked, being nosy.

Micah just scoffed. “Nosy ass nigga.”

Meilie shrugged. “N yo part-time therapist—c’mon, tell mama what I need ta know.” She motioned for him to come here. “N bring me a plate, set it outside my door.” She chuckled.

“I guess… n she jus’ texted me askin’ ta shur a mufuckin’ air bnb with ha before they supposedly shut down everything—which ion think gon’ happen, but…” Micah started as he whipped up the batter for the waffles.

“But what?” Meilie questioned. “Are you gonna go with her?”

Micah sighed. almost frowning. “I sed I would, but I wanna stay hur.”

“You wanna be witcho man,” Meilie added.

Micah poked his lip out and nodded. “But I’m conflicted because at the end of the day, this is my baby mama, n she’s rey be six months soon, we rey graduate, n I gotta start thinkin’ about real life.” He started to explain.

“So…” Meilie raised a brow. “You fuckin’ Jeremiah every day ain’t real life? How you hella in love wit this nigga?” she asked.

“You don’t get it.” Micah smacked his lips.

“How? Imma lesbian…” Meilie questioned.

“You also a fem—a woman, so… iss’ different,” Micah told her. “Our situations different.”

Meilie scoffed. “What is et supposed ta mean?”

“You know what I mean, Mei. I can’t just be gay like you can. Nigga, if I come out, if we come out, everythang is over—”

“But you can’t keep being undercover forever… Whatchu rey be sneakin’ around with Jeremiah yo whole life? Clurly, hidin’ n not being yourself hasn’t led you down a good path!” Meilie told him with frustration. She saw the path of self-destruction Micah was on. “You don’t like bein’ able ta jus’ talk freely like this?”

“Meilie, you still talkin’ like shits jus’ that easy. Of course, I wanna celebrate my nigga every chance I get. I wanna be the one front row at his shit. I wanna be postin’ cute ass shit on Instagram and holdin’ hands in public, doin’ allet shit—simple shit, but the reality is… we can’t,” Micah told her.

“You of all people know how the world treats mufuckas like us—nigga, I already get weird ass comments onna internet because of how I look, n et was before I realized I like niggas.” Micah continued. “You know what would happen if a nigga like Jeremiah get caught up? I can’t jus’ think about me. My nigga deserves everything that is comin’ his way, n I’m not lettin’ a selfish dream of wantin’ ta be public to the world get in the way of that, or me bein’ a father…” Micah sighed.

Little did he know, Jeremiah had been staring at the ceiling for the past couple of minutes, feeling tears flowing down his face.

His agreement with Micah was painful, but he felt like losing Micah would be even more painful, so he’d rather spend

“I refuse to be like mine,” Micah shook his head. “Imma be thur, n I—I wanna be with Jeremiah so fuckin’ much, but if we can’t, why not make my family work?”

“Cuz you don’t fuckin’ want her, Micah!” Meilie almost yelled. “Regardless of if you n Jeremiah are together, you n Kelia don’t need to be—I’m just gonna be truthful.”

Micah sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want her—”

“Yes, it is. You are damn near about ta have a breakdown over choosin’ between the nigga you apparently know you can’t have n the woman that’s hain’ your baby, n you already told me, you rather be with him,” Meilie expressed, and Micah looked away as he refocused on the waffles he was making, thinking about her words.

He just stayed silent. “Have you even asked Jeremiah how he feels about comin’ out because it sounds like you’re hidin’ yourself based upon everyone else.”

Micah shrugged. “I neva saw it as a option, so…” Micah shook his head no. “Why would he risk all of what he got goin’ on fa me?” he asked.

Meilie just sighed. “The problem is you don’t see yourself as worthy of being with. If he really loves you, he’ll face the world for you, Micah.”

Micah sat and thought to himself for a moment.

As he was about to speak, he heard the door open to Jeremiah’s room. He jumped a bit, then looked towards Meilie. “Imma call you back, my nigga up. I gotta feed him.” He then quickly hung up, and Meilie just rolled her eyes and plopped back down in her bed.

“Lemme call my nigga,” she scoffed, in actuality talking about Dreya.

Back in the kitchen of dorm room 303, Micah was fixing waffles, trying to fix his face, so Jeremiah wouldn’t notice the sad conversation he was having with Meilie although Jeremiah had heard a good portion of it.

It was enough to have him in his feelings, but he just wanted to enjoy the rest of his time with Micah. “Goodmornin’, baby. It smell good in hur.” He told Micah as he walked over to him, holding him by his waist and kissing his lips a few times.

“Mornin’, daddy,” Micah greeted him back, looking at his lips, poking his out, then looking back up a little at Jeremiah, in his eyes.

“You such a spoiled ass mufucka,” Jeremiah chuckled, kissing Micah again, feeling him wrap his arms around his shoulders.

He pecked Jeremiah’s lips a few more times before pulling back, blushing when he saw how Jeremiah was smiling at him. “Whatchu make for a nigga, bae?” Jeremiah asked as Micah let him go.

He then followed him into the kitchen, looking at everything. “I made brunch since yo goofy ass never up in the mornin’—”

“Nigga it’s like eleven,” Jeremiah spat back.

“Damn nur the afternoon, so like I said, never up,” Micah continued.

“Whateva, baby. You got it.” Jeremiah nodded, sitting down as Micah fixed their plates.

He brought them over to the coffee table in front of the couch, setting them down, then turning on Dragon Ball Z old episodes for them to watch.

“Thank you, baby,” Jeremiah kissed the side of Micah’s cheek before he began eating.

“N you wonda why a mufucka always want yo dick in me,” Micah muttered under his breath, causing Jeremiah to almost choke.

He started chuckling after he cleared his mouth. “Whatchu say?”

“Nun.” Micah shook his head, taking a bite of his chicken.

Jeremiah rolled his eyes. “You so freaky,” he chuckled. “I really woulda never expected it.”

Micah chuckled, “You ain’t really know me well,” he told them. “N you ain’t even seen all of it yet.” He shook his head.

Jeremiah raised a brow. “Is et right?” He smiled. “Next topic.” He chuckled, biting his chicken.

Smirking, Micah decided to go with Jeremiah’s ask, “Aight, how you feelin’ this mornin’?” Micah asked.

He sighed. “I’m coo’, but this pandemic shit got me stressed. I’m just worried about certain shit. I got a lot ta lose. I can’t be sittin’ around.” Jeremiah expressed.

“What’s certain shit?” Micah asked him.

Jeremiah hummed, “Well, um,” he started, feeling a thousand thoughts rushing into his brain at the same time.

He didn’t know how to answer the question because it was a lot of things going on.

“Nun,” Jeremiah shook his head. He would rather not think about it in the moment than spend time trying to unscramble his thoughts.

Micah raised a brow. “Fuck, no.” He scoffed, making Jeremiah furrow his brows.

“Huh?” Jeremiah questioned him in slight offense. “Fuck you mean no?”

“I mean, a nigga just ripped my mufuckin’ ass about not askin’ wuss wrong, n when I do ask, a mufucka wanna brus it off,” Micah told him. “Et ain’t fair either, Jeremiah. I’m thur fa you, too, baby. I love you,” Micah told him with a little tenderness in his voice.

He didn’t want to start an argument with Jeremiah today; he just wanted them to talk, get closer, and feel those intense feelings of fondness, closeness, connection, and comfort that he felt during those few moments they shared during deep conversations they’ve had, getting to know and relate to each other, that just made their relationship deeper than lust.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah was hesitant. He wanted to just open up to Micah, but his past trauma with doing so made him immobile and mute for a moment.

Then there was the issue of the small bit of doubt he felt about Micah…

Like the conversation he heard in the kitchen. He was on guard because he felt like, at any moment, it was a possibility that Micah would turn on him again as he did many times before… but he loved him, and he wanted to spend whatever time the universe had planned for them.

Finally, his condition made it hard for him to translate the million thoughts into words, which made Jeremiah start to become overwhelmed.

“I-I,” Jeremiah stuttered. “Um…” he hummed, looking up at Micah, who was waiting for an answer.

Micah’s stare just made Jeremiah’s heart pump quicker, then a bunch of memories and thoughts flooded through his brain, and he couldn’t choose which one to start with. Just say something, dumbass nigga. He thought to himself, then his brain started to go in another direction.

“Jeremiah, are you really rey jus’ ignore me?” Micah asked him.

“I’m not ignorin’ you,” Jeremiah told him.

“Okay, I’m waitin’,” Micah replied.

Jeremiah scoffed. “You make a nigga not even wanna answer anymore.”

“Well, you wasn’t sayin’ shit inna first place–let’s not do this, Jeremiah,” Micah said, taking a sigh. “I’m not tryna argue witchu. I jus’ wanna know wuss goin’ on.”

“Can you jus’ give me a moment ta answer, I’m a luh overstimulated,” Jeremiah confessed, feeling his body start shaking a bit.

Micah then softened up, “Baby, Ian know.” Micah shook his head.

“I know, es why I’m tellin’ you. I-I struggled wit openin’ up, n baby, iss’ so mch goin’ on that–” Jeremiah paused, feeling his brain start going a million miles per hour. He closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths.

Taking his hand, Micah kissed the back of it, then Jeremiah’s cheek. “You okay, baby. Take yo time.” He tried to calm him down as best as he could. Jeremiah’s breathing was quickened, and Micah then straddled his lap, wrapping his arms around him, holding his head. “It’s okay, baby. You wit me,” Micah said in a deep but soft voice, kissing Jeremiah’s forehead, then lifting his head up by his chin to kiss him on his lips.

Jeremiah felt a tear roll down his face. “Iss’ jus’ iss’… not much hope for a nigga like me, n this whole pandemic shit got me losin’ it, on top of all the other shit. Ian rich. I owe mufuckas–”

“Who?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah shook his head. “Who? Like credit cards n shit?” Micah asked again.

“It’s not important, but the shit jus’ gotta be paid,” Jeremiah told him.

“Well, how much is it?” Micah asked him. “I gotchu, daddy. I got hella money saved up from all the otha shit I was doin’ outside of ball.” Micah told him.

Jeremiah furrowed his brows. “Fuck, no.” he scoffed. “Are you crazy?”

“Huh?” Micah made a confused face. “What’s the problem?”

“Ian takin’ a dolla frum you, Micah. Are you,” Jeremiah poked his shoulder. “Crazy?” he asked.

Micah smacked his hand away. “Nigga, I’m askin’ you that? If I got it, why the fuck you don’t just give it to the mufuckas you owe?”

“Es yo money,” Jeremiah told him.

“But I wanna help you, baby.” Micah grabbed his arm.

“I know, but I just wouldn’t feel right takin’ yo money,” Jeremiah told him, grabbing his hands.

“But if I asked, you would do the same, so why can’t I do it for you?” Micah asked him back.

Jeremiah paused. He was stumped. He stayed silent for a second.

Micah noticed him in thought. “Who you owe money, Jeremiah? Is it sum ta do wit school?” he asked.

“I gotta full ride, baby—” Jeremiah paused. Fuck, I need to learn to shut the fuck up or lie.

“Who the fuck you owe money then?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah just sighed. “Micah, I really don’t want nobody involved,” he told him. squeezing his hands a bit.

“Nigga, you my mufuckin’ nigga at the moment. Everything you do I’m involved in.” Micah snapped back, scoffing at him.

Jeremiah looked away for a moment. “I’m not gonna lie, I see whatchu talkin’ ’bout cuz et just turned me on.” He confessed to Micah. “Be ’boutcho nigga then.”

Micah chuckled and rolled his eyes, getting on top of Jeremiah, straddling his lap, feeling his hands snake around his hips. “I’m jus’ sayin’ you not the only nigga that wanna take care of somebody. I love you, papi,” he told him, looking down into his eyes with his hand gently laying on his bare chest.

Jeremiah was entranced by him.

“I hur you, baby. I jus’—” He grabbed Micah’s hands, squeezing them. “Lemme handle it, please.” He begged. “Please, baby.”

Sighing, Micah nodded his head. “Okay, but—I’m not gonna watchchu suffer ova no money that yo nigga can take care of. You hur me, Jeremiah?”

“I hur you, baby,” Jeremiah agreed, leaning up to kiss his lips.

As the two started making out, Jeremiah’s phone started ringing loudly.

He ignored it for a few seconds before picking it up, answering it without looking at the number. “Hello?” he asked with his eyes still on Micah.

His eyes only widened when he heard who it was. “Hey, Jeremiah.” He heard the sound of his old foster father’s voice.

Jeremiah’s body tensed up, which Micah noticed. “Who is et?”

Shaking his head, Jeremiah tapped Micah’s thigh, suggesting he move.

Micah raised a brow, but moved off of his lap, watching as Jeremiah got up and walked inside his room.

He watched the door close, barely, due to it being broken, feeling his anxiety rise. Who the fuck is that? Why he tense up like that? Is it some other mufucka on the phone?

No, Micah. We just talked.

He facepalmed himself. “But niggas lie… hell, I did a few times…”

Micah just sighed, sitting up, tapping his foot, and staring at the TV to stop his anxiety.

Meanwhile, in Jeremiah’s room, he had his back against the door, the lights were still turned off, and you could hear the sound of Jeremiah’s anxiety, for it was the way he breathed heavily. He was triggered just by the man’s voice.

“Ion got it yet,” Jeremiah spoke first, answering the impending question.

“So, when you gon’ have it?” The man asked.

“Bruh,” Jermiah almost raised his voice, remembering Micah was outside the door. “You jus’ asked me. Imma young nigga in college, regardless of allet—”

“Don’t try n play me, like I’m yo slow, autistic ass. I just seen you buy yo daddy a car.” He got cut off, and he suddenly felt like he was a child again.

“I-I-I j-j-just,” he started stuttering, something he did when he was a a child.

“Stop et dumbass shit, Jeremiah. Be a fuckin’ man, like I tried teachin’ you, n get my fuckin’ money. Next time I call, I betta hur some good news. Imma give you a luh time, but son I don’t got a lot of time. You hur me?” He told Jeremiah.

Jeremiah nodded, then hung up.

He then had to sit on his bed to stop himself from having a complete meltdown.

“Jeremiah, relax, relax, relax,” he told himself repeatedly, feeling himself become overwhelmed.

He felt the tears welling up in his eyes, getting angry that he could still put him in such a fragile state, that he could still have him regress into doing something he hadn’t done since childhood, something he worked hard to get rid of.

He was angry that he was sad, and he was overwhelmed that he stood up, and punched a hole in the wall, then he threw his phone towards his equipment accidentally breaking his laptop, which made him even more angry, so he just ran over to his desk and started destroying everything.

Hearing all the noise, Micah rushed inside, immediately rushing over to Jeremiah, who now had thoughts of the pandemic and that his career was over anyway.

“Baby, what is goin’ on?!” Micah asked, pulling him back. “Stop it, Jeremiah! Why are are wreckin’ yo music!” Micah yelled.

Jeremiah paid no mind to Micah, who realized he needed to make Jeremiah calm down physically.

He went over to him, wrapping his arms around his waist, picking him up, and throwing him on the bed. “JEREMI—” he stopped. “Jeremiah—”

“Get the FUCK offa me,” Jeremiah seethed.

“Baby—” Micah pinned him to the bed.

“Get the FUCK OFFA ME!” Jeremiah screamed. He was truly in a rage.

Micah straddled him, grabbed his face hard, “Baby, calm down,” he said to him, looking him into his eyes. He then kissed his lips repeatedly, feeling as Jeremiah eventually wrapped his arms around Micah, adjusting them, so they were now on their sides.

Jeremiah stayed silent for about an hour straight, lying his head against Micah’s chest and the bed, hearing his heartbeat and breathing. He felt as Micah rubbed through his scalp, pausing every time he’d nod off. Jeremiah stayed awake the whole time, though, clutching onto Micah as if he’d fly away.

A few tears escaped Micah’s eyes. He kissed the side of Jeremiah’s face. He then grabbed his chin, forcing Jeremiah to make eye contact. “How you feelin’?”

“I-I’m coo’. I-I just needa be q-quiet a luh more,” Jeremiah responded in a very low tone.

Micah nodded, wrapping his arms back around Jeremiah’s neck, holding him against his chest.

Jeremiah took Micah’s legs, wrapping them around his waist, snuggling into Micah even more, and soon enough falling asleep.

His brain literally overworked itself to the point of unconsciousness.

Micah turned his phone to silent, then followed suit, feeling his eyes get heavy as he held Jeremiah. He was eventually overcome by sleep, and two snores were in unison, almost as if they were one.

•••

It was later in the day. The color of the sky started to change from blue to orange, peeking through the blinds of the windows, shining on the two, with the excess light casting an amber glow on their intertwined bodies.

Jeremiah was still in a deep slumber while Micah was awakened by Jeremiah’s phone ringing.

That mufucka still work? He thought, seeing it lying on the floor earlier, knowing Jeremiah was destroying everything in his path.

Earlier, he already texted and paid some people to secretly get Jeremiah’s door fixed the next day, as well as he started ordering some new equipment, going so far as texting one of the STEM major students he was cool with, to see if they could recover Jeremiah’s music.

Micah shuffled out of Jeremiah’s grasp, standing from the bed, and grabbing his phone.

His mouth dropped open when he saw it was barely damaged. “Damn, I gotta get the Amazon link from es nigga—what?!” he chuckled to himself, seeing it was an incoming call from Dreya.

He answered the call, and Dreya made a face of confusion when she saw Micah. “Why a white girl on my screen?”

“Fuck you, Andreya,” Micah spat at her, hopping back into bed, bouncing on it, waking Jeremiah.

“What the fuck, baby?” Jeremiah groaned.

Micah just chuckled as he scooted across the bed to snuggle back up with him.

“Good news, baby. Yo phone work,” Micah laughed, and Jeremiah popped his head up.

“Damn, es a fire ass case,” Jeremiah said, and then saw Dreya. “Hi, Drey.” He greeted her, then looked to Micah, grabbing his chin to kiss him.

“Jeremiah, ‘Mar is right—” Dreya started.

“Why the fuck is them two niggas kissin’?” Lamar’s voice could be heard, making Jeremiah jump. “Ooo—I knew I was right!” Lamar snatched the phone. “Jeremiah, are you gay? Jus’ lemme know, cuz. Ian rey judge you. On Mar Sr grave,” he asked him, very aggressively.

Jeremiah was just stuck. Micah and Dreya almost laughed. “Lamar, I told you—” she started.

“Told et nigga what, Drey?” Jeremiah perked up.

“Relax, nigga. You know how long we been knowin’ you, bro? We can tell you in love wit the white girl,” Lamar continued.

“Stop dissin’ me, bitch,” Micah snapped at him.

“I was talkin’ ta the blacks only,” Lamar jokes.

“I hatecho frens, Jeremiah.” Micah smacked his lips.

“We don’t give a fuck!” Dreya and Lamar said in unison, then dapped each other up.

Meanwhile, Jeremiah still had said nothing.

He was truly speechless.

“Jeremiah, I know you hur me? I sed are you gay, cuz?” Lamar asked him.

“No! I’m not. I still like pussy, but I guess I’m—I don’t fuckin’ know. Ion gotta answer ta et shit. I jus’ wanna be wit Micah, es all I know,” Jeremiah finally spoke out, seeing a small smile appearing on Dreya’s face.

She was proud of him.

Micah was trying to hold back a smile, feeling butterflies from the way Jeremiah basically declared his love for him in front of his friends.

“Well, be wit the nigga then. Who stoppin’, you, cuz?” Lamar asked, and Jeremiah raised a brow. “We still ya bes’ frens, cuzzo. N if I accepted Dreya man ass, you know—”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Dreya wrapped her arm around Lamar’s neck, and the two started to wrestle.

Jeremiah shook his head, hanging up the phone. “I’ll talk to them later.” He sighed, then wrapped his arms around Micah’s torso. “My anxiety raised fa nothin’… I love them niggas.”

Micah smiled. “Shit like et makes me wonda how it would be if we… really could be togetha n shit… I’m not gonna lie,” Micah confessed to him.

Jeremiah sighed, “Ion know, baby…” he said quietly, looking up to meet Micah’s eyes with his. “And thank you,” he told him.

“Fa what?” Micah asked.

“Takin’ care of a nigga,” Jeremiah told him. “Ion know what’s ta come of es lockdown shit, but I’m glad I’m locked up witchu.” He leaned up to kiss him, and Micah once again felt butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m glad, too. You hungry, daddy?” Micah asked, kissing his lips again.

“Mhm,” Jeremiah hummed, kissing his lips again. “Whatchu rey make fa a nigga?” He asked, then kissed him once more, snaking his hands around his waist.

“Hmm, Ian made stuffed chicken in a minute. Broccoli, mixed vegetables?” Micah asked.

Jeremiah just smiled, squeezing him tight and repeatedly kissing his face.

Micah tried his best not to start giggling, then he pushed Jeremiah off of him, getting up from the bed.

Jeremiah followed after him, smacking his ass, making Micah roll his eyes.

Micah then ran back to Jeremiah’s room, hearing his phone ring. He grabbed it, looking at the call, then hearing a knock on the door.

“Who the fuck is et?” Jeremiah asked, walking up to the door.

“Hold on, baby—relax. Es my homie from Tech.” Micah said, opening the door and then dapping him up.

Micah then went into his room, leaving the pale, skinny-looking boy alone with Jeremiah, who was mean-mugging him.

“Why you hur?” Jeremiah asked.

He just looked nervous. “Uh, I’m a tech guy, and Micah asked if I could recover your music from the broken laptop?” he gave an awkward smile, right as Micah came out of the room with Jeremiah’s laptop, then went to his room.

“I’m a big fan of yours, by the way, so it’s an honor. I went to one of your first concerts downtown,” he told Jeremiah, who was now smiling.

Micah did what? That was all he was thinking, tuning back into the conversation when the guy was walking over to Jeremiah with his phone. “Can I getta pic?”

Jeremiah nodded, taking him to the hallway and snapping a photo.

Once they were back in the dorm, Micah was standing there with a confused look and Jeremiah’s laptop in his hands. “Fuck was y’all doin’?” he laughed.

“He wanted a pic.” Jeremiah shrugged, trying not to smile as he stared at Micah unintentionally.

Micah could feel his eyes burning into him, so he tried his best not to pay attention, or he probably would accidentally out them both, for how red his face would become.

He handed the guy Jeremiah’s laptop, then pulled out his wallet, handing him five hundred dollars in cash.

Jeremiah’s eyes went wide. “Micah—” he stammered over his words.

“Go,” Micah told the guy, pushing him through the door. “Jus’ text me when you done. Thanks.” He hurried to close the door, then quickly turned around, now face-to-face with Jeremiah. “Wassup?”

“Why you spend allet mufuckin’ money?” Jeremiah asked him.

“You mad?” Micah asked, smirking.

“As fuck.” Jeremiah huffed.

“Ain’t got shit to do wit me.” Micah chuckled, stepping to the side and walking to the kitchen.

“You really piss me off,” Jeremiah fake pulled his locs, storming up to Micah.

Micah just smiled as he kept his back towards Jeremiah, pulling out the ingredients. “I’m just doin’ what you told a mufucka—I’m showin’ you that I think aboutchu outside of sex… I see yo future as a rappa. You my favorite, so let’s get the magic, then a new laptop.” He shrugged, looking back to Jeremiah.

Jeremiah felt his eyes water a bit as he aggressively hugged Micah from behind, causing him to laugh.

“I know, baby,” Jeremiah said lowly, sniffling a bit, resting his head on Jeremiah’s shoulder. “I love you.”

Micah turned his head to meet Jeremiah’s. “I love you too, Jeremiah.” He smiled, feeling Jeremiah kiss his smile, closing his lips.

They thought they were crazy… either in the head or for each other, maybe both, but… they couldn’t focus on that thought.

The two just relished in their small utopia in dorm room 303.

•••

The night had come again. The two were just lying in bed. Their favorite comfort show was playing in the background, Dragon Ball Z.

Micah had his arms and legs wrapped around Jeremiah as Jeremiah had his neck buried in Micah’s neck, feeling his warmth.

He breathed deeply in content at the sensation of Micah rubbing his hand through his scalp, releasing a satisfied hum, making Micah smirk.

Jeremiah started to gently kiss his neck. “Thank you, baby.” He whispered to him in his neck as he kissed him.

“You told me a million times, baby,” Micah chuckled.

Raising his head to meet Micah’s eyes, Jeremiah just smiled at Micah, causing his face to turn red.

My nigga deadass fine as fuck…

“I know, but I wanna embed innat luh crazy brain of yours that I’m really thankful,” Jeremiah told him, smiling again, then he grabbed one of Micah’s hands, kissing the back of it as he looked into his eyes. “I’m grateful for you, baby. A mufucka ain’t neva helped me innat way before, besides my daddy.”

“Jeremiah…” Micah almost whispered.

Jeremiah leaned in to kiss his lips, gently, feeling Micah get halfway hard, for his crotch was already touching Jeremiah’s stomach.

He closed his eyes, allowing Jeremiah to fully take over as he just kept his legs wrapped around him, moaning when Jeremiah started sucking on his tongue. “You gon’ make me wanna fuck, daddy,” Micah whispered when their lips broke apart.

“I’m rey make up fa allet weak dick I gave you last time,” Jeremiah chuckled in his ear as he started to suck on his neck.

“Ion know about weak…” Micah smacked his lips, causing Jeremiah to laugh a bit.

“You nasty, baby.” Jeremiah kissed his neck, then his jaw.

Micah nodded. “Allet, jus’ if you leave me next time, Imma kill you.” He said in all seriousness.

“I know. Ian goin’ to tho.” Jeremiah hovered over him. “Especially not today… You gon’ let daddy make it up ta you? Make love ta you… fa real…”

Looking at his body up and down, Micah slowly responded, shaking his head yes. “N Imma be good too, daddy. No back talk.” Micah chuckled, making Jeremiah laugh.

“Essa mufuckin’ lie, but whateva.” Jeremiah leaned down, intertwining their lips once more.

His hands slowly ran up Micah’s thighs until they reached the waistband of his joggers. He slipped both of them inside, grabbing Micah’s ass, kneading and rubbing it as he rolled his hips against him.

The two felt their erections growing and rubbing against each other as they kissed; however, Micah also felt his hole throbbing and craving Jeremiah.

He didn’t want to be in control at all at the moment. Micah just wanted to be ravished by his man.

“I swur Imma be good, daddy.” Micah breathed as Jeremiah gently pulled off his joggers, feeling Micah immediately wrap his legs back around him.

“Okay, my baby,” Jeremiah whispered, feeling Micah grab his hand and start sucking on his pointer and middle finger as he looked deeply into his eyes. “Oh, iss like et?” Jeremiah asked him, and Micah nodded, pushing Jeremiah’s fingers to the back of his mouth, circling his tongue around them. “You seem like you want sum else in’er…” Jeremiah told him, pulling his fingers out of his mouth.

“I want that mufucka in my throat ta be honest.” Micah shrugged.

Jeremiah just smirked. “Well, es up ta you, baby boy.” He told him, getting back onto his side.

Micah just smiled, going underneath the covers.

Jeremiah raised a brow, but chuckled when he felt Micah’s legs wrapping back around him, and his ass was in his face, feeling Micah yank down his briefs. “You are freaky as a mufucka, Micah,” Jeremiah giggled at the sensation of Micah kissing up and down his length.

Micah didn’t respond. He just moved the cover from out of his way, so he could focus, starting at the head of Jeremiah’s dick, giving it attention, and some vibrations from the hums he let out as Jeremiah started rimming him.

“Hmm,” Micah hummed around Jeremiah’s dick when he got his ass slapped and gripped, then spread, so Jeremiah’s tongue could have better access.

Micah started to bob up and down about half of Jeremiah’s length, making sure to get it wet enough that his tongue and lips just slid up and down with ease.

His eyes rolled back at the feeling of Jeremiah starting to fuck him with his tongue, causing Micah to almost lose focus and gag a bit.

Jeremiah, however, was in his own world, doing whatever he pleased.

He reached down to grab Micah’s dick, sliding his tongue down from Micah’s hole to his balls as he started sucking on them, simultaneously stroking him.

“Mmm,” Micah moaned around him, gagging again from Jeremiah hitting the back of his throat, unexpectedly.

It was hard for Micah to concentrate when Jeremiah couldn’t keep his mouth off of him.

“Shit, Micah.” Jeremiah moaned, unconsciously rolling his hips a little, fucking Micah’s mouth.

He then pulled Micah’s dick to the back, shoving half of it into his own mouth, using his other hand to rub his hole.

“Da-daddy,” Micah moaned, pulling off his dick. “You doin’ a lot,” he breathed as Jeremiah opened his mouth and throat, starting to allow Micah’s dick to go further into his mouth. “Nigga, I can’t focus—fuck!” Micah cursed, biting his lip.

Jeremiah was still in his own world as he began thrusting his hips against Micah, who felt Jeremiah’s dick rubbing against his face, wanting to feel his mouth again.

“Okay, daddy.” Micah huffed, grabbing and putting Jeremiah back inside of his mouth, going down even further this time.

The two were almost in sync with how they bobbed their heads back and forth on one another, with Micah trying to show Jeremiah up, going down even further, gagging a bit.

“Be careful, baby,” Jeremiah breathed after he pulled off of him. “Take a break n jus’ lemme eatchu fa a second,” he told him, then started sucking on his hole again.

Micah grabbed the sheets, feeling his eyes roll back as Jeremiah devoured him, holding his ass open with one hand, so he could really shove his face in between. “Es is why I’m psycho now, nigga,” Micah said through some moans, making Jeremiah laugh.

He pulled back, then grabbed Micah’s arm, pulling him up, then flipping him onto his back. He grabbed both of his legs, leaning down to kiss his lips. “I guess it is my fault why my baby a luh crazy, huh?” he said close to his lips.

Micah just looked at him and nodded, feeling Jeremiah caress his face, kissing down his neck, pushing his middle two fingers back into Micah’s mouth.

“I love you, baby,” Jeremiah whispered in his ear, invoking a hum from Micah.

He pulled Jeremiah’s fingers from his mouth, “I love you too, Jeremiah,” he moaned, feeling Jeremiah move his hand down to his hole, rubbing on it.

Jeremiah started sucking on his neck and slowly fingering him as Micah held one of his thighs for him, so Jeremiah could have better access. “Mmmm,” Micah hummed at the growing pleasure.

Making his way down to Micah’s chest, Jeremiah pushed his fingers inside of Micah deeper as he started sucking on Micah’s nipple. “Ooo, Jeremiah,” Micah let out a deeper moan, instinctively grabbing Jeremiah’s dreads.

He didn’t realize his nipples would feel that good being sucked on.

“Mm, mmn, mmnph,” Micah moaned with his lip between his teeth as Jeremiah fingered him. He looked down at him, seeing that Jeremiah was already looking at him.

He had his head resting on Micah’s chest as he sucked and licked his nipple, all while keeping his eyes focused on Micah’s face, so he could see his reactions.

Micah felt his face heat up at the eye contact. His hand traveled to his dick, and he started stroking himself with one hand, the other still kept his thigh against his stomach.

“Baby—ahhhh,” Micah let out a drawn-out moan, feeling Jeremiah scissor and roll his fingers inside of him.

The feeling of being fingered, paired with the sensation of his nipples being sucked on, already had Micah wanting to nut. “Mm, mm.” Micah shook his head, grabbing the head of his dick, squeezing it. “Put it in, daddy,” he told Jeremiah.

Jeremiah pulled off of Micah’s nipple. “I thought you was gon’ lemme do what I wanted?” He smirked, continuing to finger him

Micah pouted a bit. “I—” he lost his breath, feeling Jeremiah’s fingers rub over his spot. “I just need you in me, nig—daddy.” He said in a breath, making Jeremiah chuckle at his slip-up.

“My baby tryin’ his best ta be good, huh?” Jeremiah asked him, pulling his fingers out, gently removing Micah’s hand from his thigh.

He grabbed underneath both of Micah’s legs, locking them in his arms while he aligned the tip of his dick with Micah’s throbbing hole. “Put it in’er fa me, baby,” Jeremiah told him, watching Micah remove one of his arms to reach down in between them and grab Jeremiah’s dick, rolling his hips a bit, so the tip of his dick would be almost prodding his entrance.

Mich let out a gasp at the pressure. “Go ahead, daddy,” Micah told him, still holding onto his dick, looking down as Jeremiah began thrusting into him. “Fuck,” he cursed when Jeremiah’s dick finally made it inside.

A sweeter moan followed when he started to bottom out. Micah moved his hand back to Jeremiah’s shoulder.

Jeremiah then shoved his tongue inside of Micah’s mouth, forcing him into a sloppy kiss while he started giving him long and deep strokes. They were also slow and the most passionate he’d ever been.

Micah just moaned in Jeremiah’s mouth, sucking on his tongue, digging his nails into his back, feeling his thighs burn a bit, but all of it just made him feel amazing in the moment, especially the way Jeremiah’s dick made every nerve inside of him activate, causing nothing but pleasure to be coursing through his veins.

Jeremiah kept a steady pace with his thrust, still sucking and licking Micah’s. He kept Micah’s in his forearms as he rolled his hips, feeling his dick get wetter by the minute. “That pussy love me, huh?” Jeremiah asked in his ear.

Micah was breathless for a moment, but he regained it at a particular thrust at his spot, making him breathe again. “-Fuck, daddy,” he let out in a breath. “Y-you got me so wet already.” He bit down on his lip.

Jeremiah’s dick throbbed at Micah’s words, just making him want to please Micah even more. He started speeding up his thrusts a bit, putting one of Micah’s legs over his shoulder, so he could go even deeper inside of him.

They stayed like that for a moment, all that was heard was their heavy breathing, sloshing coming from Micah creaming on Jeremiah, and their bed frame hitting the wall.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he started feeling a buildup. “Daddy—I gotta piss.”

Jeremiah raised a brow. “Squirt den, baby boy,” he chuckled, continuing to fuck Micah, watching him squeeze the head of his dick.

“Jeremiah, please,” Micah begged.

Never in life would he have thought he’d be getting fucked so good, he’d feel like his dick would explode.

“All you drink is water, Micah, n Ian rey stop fuckin’ you—you hur me?” Jeremiah told him, kissing his lips. “We will change the sheets, baby.” He then bit down on his lip, continuing the same hip motions, skillfully gliding his dick in and out of Micah’s squeaking hole.

“Daddy, please,” Micah begged, looking up at Jeremiah with wet eyes. “I can’t hold it, mmmnh,” he moaned, feeling his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“So…” Jeremiah whispered in his ear. “… don’t, hold et shit, baby,” he breathed in his ear, moaning a bit at how tight and creamy Micah was.

“This shit ain’t fair,” Micah shook his head, feeling a tear drop as his legs started shaking from the overwhelming pleasure.

He kept a tight grip on the head of his dick. “I love you, baby,” Jeremiah moaned in Micah’s ear, giving Micah more aggressive thrusts, continuously sliding across his spot.

“I can’t hold it anymore, Jeremiah. G-get up, daddy,” Micah tried one last time to no success. And the more he felt his prostate being pleasured, the more he felt like he had to go.

“I been squirted on before, baby—let that shit go,” Jeremiah told Micah seriously, making his strokes more precise, wanting Micah to release at this point.

He knew it meant he was fucking him correctly. The way no one else could.

“Fuck you, fareal, Jeremiah,” Micah cried, feeling as his dick started getting his hand wet, squirting out of the head each time Jeremiah hit his spot. “Why you doin’ es ta me, daddy?” he asked through moans, feeling tears escaping his eyes.

“Why I’m makin’ you feel good?” Jeremiah asked as he leaned back in to kiss Micah’s lips, and Micah just grabbed his head with his dry hand, holding it as they kissed and continued to make love.

“Y-you torturin’ me, papi,” Micah whispered on his lips.

“I’m jus’ makin’ love ta you, baby,” Jeremiah whispered back on them, pulling up to sit on his knees, then grabbing Micah’s thigh, kissing on it. He just felt like putting Micah’s entire body in his mouth. He kissed up to his ankles, grabbing his foot.

Is this nigga about to— “Jeremiah!” Micah gasped when he felt Jeremiah start sucking on his toes, still thrusting inside of him. “You fuckin’ dirty, bruh!” he shouted, feeling his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He had to grab his dick, trying not to cum so early. “Yet, niggas ain’t take they foot out ny mouf tho,” he breathed, then started sucking on them again.

“Ooo, daddy,” Micah moaned in a deep voice.

“Cum fa me, baby. Please,” Jeremiah asked him, and Micah moaned in a high-pitched voice while he started stroking his dick.

Jeremiah aimed for his spot again, watching as Micah’s legs started shaking. His hand only pumped his length faster, and he reached for his own nipples, craving to cum as soon as possible.

Micah had never felt this much pleasure in his life.

He couldn’t help but let out small whimpers as he started to cum. It shot out hard and quick, getting on Jeremiah’s chest and face. “Oh, shit,” Micah cursed.

“Damn, baby,” Jeremiah chuckled, pulling out of him. “You needa break?”

Micah breathed, nodding. “Yeah, but I’m still rey make you nut,” Micah told him, and Jeremiah raised a brow, watching as Micah pushed him onto his back, licking his own cum off of Jeremiah’s face, then spitting it onto his still hard dick.

He started sloppily giving Jeremiah head, tasting himself in the process. Jeremiah just guided his head down, stretching Micah’s throat out, feeling it constrict around his dick a few times when he gagged.

That only pushed Jeremiah further towards a nut. “You doin’ so amazin’, baby,” Jeremiah breathed, biting down on his lip as he watched Micah.

He just felt even closer looking at him. The way his braids were a little disheveled, his eyes were closed, but you could tell they were wet from his lashes clinging together and the stains on his cheeks from his tears. He also moaned at how wet Micah was getting his dick, watching him pull off to lick up and down Jeremiah’s length, then focus his tongue on the tip.

“You gon’ cum fa me too, daddy?” Micah asked in a deep, but sweet voice.

Jeremiah almost came when Micah spoke in that voice…

“You know I am, baby—put et mufucka back in yo pretty ass mouf,” Jeremiah told him, and Micah instantly held his tongue out to start taking Jeremiah back into his throat. “Es my baby,” Jeremiah breathed, feeling closer to a nut. “Pretty ass nigga, eatin’ daddy dick up so nice.”

Micah loved being praised, so he could help but moan at Jeremiah’s words.

He started to go even lower, trying his best to take the many inches Jeremiah had

“You rey make a nigga cum, my baby,” Jeremiah moaned, bucking his hips a bit, causing Micah to gag a bit. He quickly pulled off of Jeremiah, who started cumming right as Micah’s lips were around the tip.

“Mmm,” Micah moaned as he started swallowing Jeremiah’s nut. He pulls off, and Jeremiah continued to cum; it was getting on Micah’s face.

“Shit.” Jeremiah cursed, breathing heavily. He wiped his face, feeling that Micah had just taken his whole soul. “I need a break, baby.”

Micah just sat up, feeling oddly accomplished. “Oh, now niggas need breaks?” he trolled him.

Jeremiah quickly popped up. “Whatchu tryna say?”

“I’m sayin’ you definitely be hollin’ niggas is pussy niggas fa not takin’ the dick, but you can’t even get a luh head before you tapped?” Micah smacked his lips.

Jeremiah just looked at him, smirking at him. “You know you got nut all on yo face?”

Micah rolled his eyes. “Lick it off then, bitch.”

“I thought you said you was bein’ good?” Jeremiah asked him back.

“How can I when you always sayin’ some bullshit?” Micah scoffed, and Jeremiah just giggled, pushing him onto his back.

He held his wrists above his head, “Breaks over.”

“Okay,” Micah shrugged.

Jeremiah cheesed, “We gon’ see who really pussy.”

•••

a while later

“It’s too much, daddy,” Micah slurred. They were on their sides, Micah’s leg was over Jeremiah’s shoulder, while Jeremiah had his mouth sucking on Micah’s neck and both hands on his ass spreading him open, so he’d feel each stroke even better. He then slowed down his thrust, feeling how sticky and wet both of their hips and stomachs were.

Jeremiah paused, sucking on his neck for a moment, “Et pussy too loud. I can’t hur you.”

“Ahh, ahhh, fuck,” Micah moaned out in a high-pitched voice, so loud their neighbors probably heard. “I’m cummin’, daddy.” Micah breathed, feeling the white ropes of cum escape his dick.

It was a lot too. He had never come that much in his life.

Jeremiah wasn’t long after Micah, filling him up with gentle thrusts to finish off with.

“Me too, baby—I love you,” Jeremiah said as he kissed him one final time.

They stayed in that position for a moment.

Micah just blinked, wiping his face with both hands.

I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to leave him…

“Whur the hell is my I love you back?” Jeremiah grabbed Micah’s chin.

“I love you too, daddy—I’m sorry, you made a nigga brain stop functionin’ for a moment.” He chuckled, causing Jeremiah to laugh as well.

“You so goofy,” Jeremiah told him, kissing him. “I’m rey start the shower for us.”

“I cannot walk.” Micah shook his head.

“Okay, Imma wipe you down, but I gotta get the sheets off,” Jeremiah said as Micah nodded, watching him stand up and pull the sheets off, and Jeremiah picked him up to set him in the chair in his room.

Once he left to put the sheets in the bathroom, Micah grabbed his phone from the nightstand, looking up on Google ‘can niggas squirt?’.

He aggressively scrolled, finding a Reddit thread, attempting to read it, but Jeremiah had reentered the room, so Micah quickly closed his phone.

“Welcome back,” Micah greeted him, watching as Jeremiah put new sheets and blankets down on the bed, coming over to him. He kneeled down in front of him, grabbed his legs, and spread them apart to start wiping him down.

Micah just bit down on his lip as he watched Jeremiah below him. “Baby, I gotta question.” He started, having a random thought pop into his brain.

“What is it?” Jeremiah asked, looking up into his eyes. “Pretty ass,” he told him, then quickly kissed him as he wiped down his stomach.

Micah blushed a bit at his compliment, but brushed it off to continue his question. “You think I suck dick better than James?” he asked.

Jeremiah blinked. “Huh?”

Micah furrowed his brows. “Huh?” he repeated in confusion. “Whatchu don’t undastand about the question, baby—lemme clarify.” Micah nodded.

“Baby—”

“Jus’ answa, Jeremiah. Imma big boy, Ian rey be offended.” Micah shrugged.

“But why you wanna know allet anyway?” Jeremiah asked him, standing to his feet, so he could pick Micah up.

“Just answer the mufuckin’ question,” Micah told him.

Jeremiah released a deep sigh. “…you gettin’ thur, but I do enjoy you betta. I swur.” Jeremiah told him, grabbing his head. “Let’s not have a bad night ova bullshit, baby—please,” Jeremiah told him.

Micah just smiled. “Why would I be angry?” he cheesed as he attempted to stand and walk, wobbling a bit, making Jeremiah laugh and try to pick him up, but Micah swatted his hand.

“So, mufuckas is lyin’ now? You mad?” Jeremiah grabbed him by his waist. “Fuck you ask me fa then?”

“Cuz I wanna be betta than that hoe!” Micah told him.

“I told you—you gettin’ thur! Do I suck dick betta than ‘Lia?” Jeremiah asked him back.

Micah opened his mouth to respond, then he closed it.

“You got me.” Micah nodded.

“Exactly, now getcho bratty ass innes bed, so I can cuddle you ta sleep,” Jeremiah commanded, then smacked Micah’s ass.

Micah just pouted. “How can I not be when you fuck me like et?”

Jeremiah just smirked as Micah crawled into bed, getting under the new covers. Jeremiah snuggled into Micah’s chest—his favorite place to be, while he kept his hands on Micah’s ass, just holding it.

They sat in silence for a while, allowing the background noise of Dragon Ball Z to grow louder, since they were quieter… for now.

“Should I keep playin’ ball?” Micah asked out of nowhere, since his mind was swirling now with the silence. It made Jeremiah raise his head from his chest to look him in the eyes.

“Huh?”

Micah sighed. “I mean, should I keep playin’ basketball? You think it’s worth it? Be real with me, no biased shit.” Micah told him.

“Do you want to, Micah?” Jeremiah asked, looking into his eyes. “Whur is es comin’ from?”

Micah sighed, wiping his face. “I jus’ don’t feel good enough, n I feel like the universe or God is tryna tell a nigga I need to follow a new path.”

“I didn’t ask what either of them thought. I asked you? Whatchu want? N what the fuck makes you think you not good enough?” Jeremiah continued.

“Bro, Ion know—” Micah huffed.

“Aye, we done wit the bro shit—ain’t nun ’bout us bros no more, baby.” Jeremiah shook his head.

Micah just laughed. “Sorry, daddy.”

“Betta.” Jeremiah kissed him. “Now, continue. I’m listenin’.”

“Well, a mufuckin’ recruiter told me. Everybody lookin’ atchu.” Micah replied.

“So, you tellin’ me, one goofy ass recruita gotchu feelin’ like you ass?” Jeremiah continued. “Ain’t no way.”

“Youn get it cuz everybody loves you, Jeremiah,” Micah scoffed.

“Baby, Ian tryna offend you, but I’m jus’ tryna get ta the problem. Stop focusin’ on whatchu ain’t. We know for a fact we two of the best ball players in the city. A fact. You know that.”

“Niggas be hollin’ they only good room fa one Parks brother in the NBA.” Micah retorted.

“Who are they niggas? Are they niggas that matter? What I know is, you’re an amazin’ player, n I know for a fact that you’re wanted because I had recruiters tellin’ me the want both of us just off our 1v1.” Jeremiah told him. “You gotta stop listenin’ ta the one hatin’ ass nigga.”

Micah was calmer as Jeremiah talked.

“Now, my only thing is, I wantchu ta be happy. Of course, I think you should continue, but if you wanna quit n make beautiful ass sculptures all day, then that’s what needs ta happen.” Jeremiah told him as he looked in his eyes. “Think about what Micah wants, okay?”

Micah nodded. “I hur you.”

Jeremiah then pecked his lips a few times. “Sleep on it, n lemme know. I support you eitha way.”

Micah kissed him once more. “Thank you.”

“You welcome, baby.”

The two then snuggled into the final resting position, and soon both boys fell asleep.

…

…

…

…“Bitch you ain’t better than me,” Michael Jr laughed, throwing the basketball directly at a twelve-year-old Micah’s face.

His nose immediately bled, and Micah tried his best not to, but he couldn’t help but to cry because he was in pain. “Oh, shit.” Michael Jr cursed, running up to his younger brother. “Shh—stop cryin’, pussy.” Michael Jr scoffed.

He grabbed the bottom of Micah’s shirt, wiping his nose. “Throw yo shirt away.” He told Micah as he rushed him inside before his parents could see.

…

…

…

…”This is my little brother. He looks like a little bitch, doesn’t he?” Michael Jr laughed as he pushed Micah into the group of junior boys in high school, while he was only in seventh grade.

They were all taller than him. They were the other boys Michael Jr played with on the school’s basketball team.

“Bruh, he does look like a little girl. You sure this is your brother?” One of the boys laughed.

“Look at how long his hair is,” Another said. “He’s gonna be a f*g, watch.” He cracked up, making all the other boys laugh, including Michael Jr.

“My dad already thinks is. He wants me to train him to be a man, since he’s so busy.” Michael Jr laughed as Micah just stood there.

“I wanna go home, MJ,” Micah told him, and the boys laughed harder.

“No! Dad said I had to bring your bitch ass along, so you’re gonna go wherever I do? Got it?” Michael Jr asked him, smacking the back of his head.

Micah bit down on his lip hard.

He wanted to retaliate against Michael Jr, but the last time he did that, Michael Jr beat Micah so badly, their father had to step in.

He had a black eye and several bruises on his body from his big brother’s lashings.

Micah had grown tired of getting punched, so one time, he punched Michael Jr back, resulting in him breaking his nose, but before he went to the hospital, he beat the shit out of Micah.

Micah just sighed as he tried to tune out all of their voices.

He’d rather be anywhere else.

“Aye, but you know, apparently, Micah has a girlfriend now. Let me see your phone, Micah,” Michael Jr turned to him, and Micah shook his head. Michael Jr scoffed. “Give me your fuckin’ phone, bro.” He commanded, walking closer to him.

Micah continued to refuse, feeling as if his privacy would be violated.

He and his girlfriend didn’t always keep it PG, and he felt like Michael Jr would tell their father.

“Give me that fuckin’ phone–actually… Hold his arms, y’all.” Michael Jr chuckled, watching as the other boys did as told, while he dug around a screaming Micah’s pockets.

“STOP IT, MJ!” he yelled at him, feeling one of the boys put his hand over his mouth as Michael Jr pulled Micah’s phone from his pocket, smiling as he went through it.

“Look, here she goes,” Michael Jr laughed as he showed the boys a picture of Kelia.

“Ooo, she’s kinda bad, MJ,” One of the boys laughed. “What’s her info?”

“Right? I don’t think my f*g of a little brother can handle all of that.” Michael Jr laughed, and Micah continued to try and wiggle out of the boys’ grasp.

…

…

…

…Micah arrived at his house, getting out of the car, walking up to his front door, with his father’s assistant. As soon as he entered, he felt a hand go across his face.

He was in shock, looking up to see it was his mother this time. “So, you’re getting girls pregnant, Micah?”

“At least his ass isn’t a sissy!” Michael Sr could be heard saying in the background.

Sabrina yanked Micah inside, turning towards her husband. “I don’t give a damn, Michael–he’s fucking thirteen, texting a girl how he’s going to get her pregnant! Give me that fucking phone!” Sabrina reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone. “MJ, come here!”

Micah knew it. He knew Michael Jr would tell on him and get him in trouble.

He finally had something to call his own. His own girlfriend and his brother ruined it.

He thought Michael Jr had everything: his parents’ love, basketball, being older, and he just had to take away the person he truly liked, and that truly liked him.

“I didn’t mean it,” Micah immediately started crying.

“Just send his ass with my parents,” Michael Sr scoffed. “I don’t care to deal with this, Sabrina. We got more important things to handle. MJ, LET’S GO,” he told his first son, leaving Micah there with the assistant and his mother.

Sabrina looked at Micah. “We will continue this conversation later. You will not be getting this back. David, get him the fuck out of my face, please.”

Kelia got introduced to his parents this way.

Of course, when they found out, their ideas of Micah’s relationship changed.

…

…

…

…Micah was sneaking around the house when he heard commotion going on in the kitchen.

He peeked his head around the corner, overhearing his father and mother going back and forth in frustration.

“Who is the damn girl, MJ?” Michael Sr yelled at Michael Jr through the phone. “Did you tell her she needs to get an abortion, Michael Jr?” he asked him.

Micah looked confused, but he vaguely knew what an abortion was. “Damn it, boy!”

“What did he say, Michael? Put it on speaker,” Sabrina added.

Michael Sr shooed her, “Go away,” he told her, and Sabrina bit down on her lip, then walked out of the kitchen, spotting Micah on her way.

“Go to your fucking room!” She told him, pushing him out of the kitchen.

…

…

…

…”Hey, little brother,” Micah heard Michael Jr call out to him.

He was currently in his room, painting with the paints his grandparents had gotten him.

He was painting his favorite characters from Dragon Ball Z. “What the fuck are you doing?” he laughed, grabbing Micah’s canvas.

“Can you give me my shit back?” Micah smacked his lips.

Michael Jr just held it over his head, laughing. “You know Father hates when you do this gay shit. I don’t know why you just don’t be like your big brother n pick up a fuckin’ ball.”

Micah sighed, jumping up on his bed, snatching the painting from his hand. “I do play ball.”

“Not like me. You gotta be good, lil bro. Maybe father will stop beating the shit outta you so much,” Michael Jr smiled, then rubbed Micah’s head, then he left.

…

…

…

…”Keep goin’, Micah,” Micah told himself as he continued to practice his shooting.

He was outside in the park, down the street from his grandparents’ house.

It was summer. The summer before high school.

He spent the whole summer consuming basketball. He watched his brother; he watched the greats. He had help from his father’s trainer, his grandfather… Michael would take Micah to the park and teach him how to properly play ball.

Micah would then practice from sunup to sundown, sometimes playing with the other boys in the neighborhood, having small neighborhood tournaments.

“I hate ta say it because I love both my grandchildren, but…” his grandfather got close to him one day when they were practicing. Micah was out of breath, but he had a smile on his face because these were his favorite moments in a long time. “You’re gonna be the best at this in the family.”

•••

Micah woke up from his series of dreams, or lost memories, feeling like it was a message.

He was still in Jeremiah’s arms, looking down at him, remembering all the bad things his family had to say about queer people.

Micah turned out to be one of those people, and he didn’t know if it felt disappointing or not.

He didn’t know if it just reconfirmed his worthlessness… but how could being this in love be something bad?

Micah didn’t understand. He didn’t understand a lot of things lately.

He sighed, grabbed his phone, and checked his email. He got another email from the school, saying there was a country-wide mask mandate, and there would be a strict curfew.

The school made it so that the students couldn’t leave until further notice.

“Ain’t no point of even questionin’ shit, n we locked down,” Micah scoffed to himself, putting his phone away.

He just looked over at Jeremiah’s sleeping face. A smile couldn’t help but creep up on his face.

Micah readjusted so that he and Jeremiah were hugging each other, and he had his legs wrapped around him.

He grabbed his face, “Baby, I’m so glad I’m stuck witcho tho,” Micah whispered on his lips.

“Hmm?” Jeremiah hummed in his sleep, making Micah laugh.

•••

the start of the world shutdown. Mid march, 2020

“Micah, open the damn door!” Meilie told him.

Micah and Jeremiah were playing the game on the couch.

“I thought we can leave our dorms?” Jeremiah asked, looking at Micah.

Micah just sighed and shrugged. “Clurly, my friends don’t cur about shit,” he chuckled, standing to his feet to go open the door. “Welcome, MeiMei,” he smiled, immediately picking her up, spinning her around.

“Boy, put me down, n hurry n close the door, goofy!” she laughed, and Micah put her down, closing the door. “Hey, Wood Kent!” Meilie giggled, and Jeremiah just laughed, waving her over.

“Wussup, Mei.” He laughed.

“It smell like badussy in hur,” Meilie fake gagged, and Jeremiah and Micah busted out laughing.

“I can’t lie, we fuck a lot,” Micah admitted with a shrug. “You hungry, girl?”

“Not any fuckin’ more…” Meilei shook her head.

“Bitch, quit playin’ like Ian see yo confused ass watchin’ gay porn once,” Micah exposed her.

Jeremiah raised a brow, “Huh?”

“I don’t give a fuck that’s your nigga, don’t be tellin’ my business!” Meilie cursed at Micah, running up to attack him.

“Ain’t she?” Jeremiah asked himself, then he shrugged.

“Baby, help me! She mad she wanna watch us fuck!” Micah called out, trolling Meilie even further.

“She do?” Jeremiah asked, raising a brow.

He then smiled devilishly.

“Don’t even ask whateva dumbass shit you rey say, Jeremiah,” Micah told him seriously, shaking his head. “She’s really gay.”

Meilie just laughed. “Oh, y’all whores,” Meilie laughed.

•••

a day later

Meilie was in their kitchen, cooking chicken and shrimp alfredo while Micah and Jeremiah were arguing over who got more girls.

“Jeremiah, baby. I love you, but do you see me, nigga?” Micah scoffed.

Jeremiah just smiled, leaning in to peck his lips. “I do, my sexy baby,” Jeremiah told him, instantly making him blush. “…but I still get more bitches.”

“Nigga, please. Jus’ cuz you got more bodies–hoe ass nigga, et don’t mean you get more hoes. You feel me?” Micah told him.

Jeremiah chuckled, “Let’s test it out.”

“I’ll kill you, n you’ll kill me, so why we rey do et?” Micah asked in all seriousness, making Jeremiah smile.

“You right,” Jeremiah said, kissing him once more. “Meilie needa leave, I’m tryna stuff my dick in you,” he whispered in Micah’s ear.

Micah just bit down on his lip. “I don’t give a fuck, meet me in yo bathroom, daddy,” he whispered back.

The two of them then stood to their feet then walked to Jeremiah’s room hand in hand.

“Y’all are disgustin’, bro,” Meilie gagged from the kitchen.

“Get out then, nigga!” Micah yelled back.

•••

“What do you think of es, Mei?” Micah nervously asked Meilie as he held up a self-portrait of himself.

It was a surrealist painting of him with bleeding angel wings. He was floating above a lake, looking at his reflection, seeing the bleeding, broken wings.

Meilie grabbed the canvas, looking at the piece in awe.

She then looked back at Micah. “Have you ever thought about havin’ your own show, Micah?” she asked him. “You have the money ta do it.” She shrugged.

They were sitting on his bed, which Meilie had taken over for the moment. She had even put her sheets and covers on his bed, saying she was scared to use any of their stuff.

“A show?” Micah questioned in confusion.

Meilie nodded. “You’re fuckin’ amazin’ at the shit, Micah–this is fuckin’ incredible.” She looked back at the canvas, staring at the piece. “You have a natural talent for the technique, but… the way you express your artistry is a unique perspective that I think is necessary to shur wit the world. You need ta putcho stuff out thur, Micah.”

Micah sighed. “Ion know–”

“JEREMIAH!” Meilie called out, causing Micah to raise a brow.

“Fuck you callin’ him fa?” Micah scoffed, seeing as Jeremiah burst through the door with worry on his face.

“Wassup?” he looked around. “Meilie, you called me? Whatchu need?” Jeremiah asked her.

“She good. You can go back ta yo room,” Micah smiled at him, and Jeremiah frowned at him.

“What do you think of this?” Meilie began to flip the painting around, but Micah snatched it away from her before Jeremiah could see.

Jeremiah looked at Micah in bewilderment. “So, I can’t see?”

“It’s jus’ not shit you into, baby,” Micah told him.

“I’m into all things you, so whatchu mean?” Jeremiah inquired.

Meilie was just cheesing on the bed, while Micah blushed at his words. “I-I’m jus’ nervous about it, baby. It’s not like et,” Micah told him, honestly, handing him the canvas, nervously.

He was scared of Jeremiah’s reaction, thinking of how raw the painting was.

Jeremiah just stared at it, sitting down next to Meilie, taking it all in.

He looked at every detail, watching as Micah stood anxiously, waiting for his critique.

“Es mufucka cold, baby,” Jeremiah spoke honestly.

“What a nigga who don’t know shit about art would say, but hype yo man up,” Meilie chuckled,

“Aye, you don’t say shit ’bout him,” Micah told her, shaking his head.

She just rolled her eyes, and Jeremiah bit down on his lip. “What he said, luh mama.” He stood up, looking at Micah. “Baby, but seriously, ain’t no reason ta be nervous, you good at every goddamn thang you putcho mind to, you hur me? Mufuckas rey try ta pay top dolla fa whateva you make,” he told Micah, looking into his eyes. “You get what I’m sayin’?”

Micah nodded. “I hur you, baby,” he replied, feeling Jeremiah grab his chin and peck his lips a few times.

Jeremiah then left back out of the room, leaving them two alone again.

Micah just sat next to Meilie. “How can I leave et nigga, Mei?”

Meilie shrugged. “Don’t,” she told him. “I figure you at the stage where it’s startin’ ta be difficult bein’ so secretive.”

“N it seem like we jus’ keep gettin’ caught,” Micah scoffed.

“By who?” Meilie gagged.

Micah just facepalmed himself. “Taylor seen us fuckin’, then Lamar saw us kissin’ when Dreya FaceTimed us like… nigga, two days ago!“

“Wait… seen y’all huh? He saw y’all what?” Meilie blinked.

Sighing, Micah just shook his head. “Mei…”

“How the fuck he seen y’all fuck? I know you not that stupid ta do it while people are here?” Meilie blinked quickly.

“Nigga, we was inna cah,” Micah admitted.

Meilie’s mouth dropped. “Oh, y’all nasty,” she said, chuckling.

“I know,” Micah emphasized, laughing too. “N it seem like the world jus’ findin’ out when both of us want ta keep it lowkey fa now.”

“Hmm… who all knows?” she asked further.

“You, Drey, Lamar, Taylor, dick-suckin’ ass James, n… my grandparents actually,” Micah told her.

“WAIT WHAT?” Meilie damn near yelled. “They know?!”

Micah just laughed at her dramatics. “Yea… they saw us kissin’.” Micah shook his head. “N it seemed like they ain’t even give a fuck—ta be honest, no one really did, besides that fuckin’ fairy ass punk ass f—”

“Watch it, Micah,” Meilie told him.

He deeply sighed once more. “Like I said, nobody really cared fareal.”

“N how did et make you feel?” Meilie asked him.

Micah looked away from her, towards the direction of Jeremiah, feeling Meilie grab his hand. “How did it make you feel, knowin’ some important ass people in your life loved you regardless.”

Micah sighed, staying silent. “Ian gon’ lie, when we got caught by Taylor, n he reacted the way he did, n Jeremiah not hesitatin’ ta kiss me in front of him, or bein’ like we do when we alone; that shit made me feel so mufuckin’ happy,” Micah confessed. “Like n it’s still like we treated the same—Ion know it’s confusin’ cuz I know es not gonna be everybody, n it still scurs the shit outta me. I’m so scared of bein’ a disappointment,” Micah continued, grabbing his chest and letting out a deep sigh to keep himself from crying.

“I undastand how you feel, Micah,” Meilie told him, putting an arm around his torso. “But… I want you ta hang onto tha feelin’ you felt when y’all were around Taylor… share those feelins wit Jeremiah too… It would be a hard journey, but so worth it if y’all stay together, n anybody with eyes can see y’all are in love. It’s why the universe keeps showin’ you it is okay.” She nodded. “It’s okay ta be just you, out in the open, free as a bird. Who’s rey beat you two six-foot-athletes up about it?” she chuckled.

Micah just smiled, pulling Meilie onto his lap. “Girl, if we both wasn’t gay, I’d put a baby in you right now,” he told her.

“That sounds more like a threat…” Meilie trolled, causing them both to laugh hard as hell, with Jeremiah waltzing in there, feeling left out as he jumped onto the bed, onto both of them.

•••

one more day later

“Fuck, daddy,” Micah moaned, almost blinded by the bright flash from Jeremiah’s phone.

He was lying on his back at the edge of the bed while Jeremiah stood on his feet with Micah’s legs wrapped around his waist as he delivered him dick.

“Pussy jus’ squeakin’ fa a nigga,” Jeremiah groaned, pointing the camera towards his dick, showing the way he plunged in and out of Micah’s hole, watching the way his dick was shining from how wet Micah was.

He then pointed the camera back towards Micah’s face, putting the microphone close to his mouth to capture his moans.

“Unh, unh, fuck, daddy,” Micah moaned in a sweet voice, turned on at the fact that they were recording.

Jeremiah couldn’t wait to watch it back.

“F-fuck you so sexy, Micah,” Jeremiah moaned, setting his phone against a pillow before flipping Micah onto his back, delivering him rough strokes.

He picked up the phone again, pointing it at Micah’s back and then his ass, slapping it, capturing the way it jiggled against his hips.

“Fuck, daddy. You gon’ make me piss–Ion wanna,” Micah told him, feeling Jeremiah’s dick rub over his spot.

“Jus’ accept good dick, Micah,” Jeremiah smirked, biting down on his lip.

“N-No,” Micah responded in a stuttered moan. “Yo dick wh-whack,” he trolled him, causing Jeremiah to smirk as he nodded his head, speeding up his pace.

“Y’all hurd him. He said the dick whack, so I gotta—sss” he hissed as he spoke to the camera, feeling Micah grip on him. “So I gotta fuck him right.”

Jeremiah pointed the camera at Micah’s face, watching as his facial expression changed when he stated giving him more aggressive and quicker strokes. “Ahh, ahh, unhh,” he kept repeating to each thrust.

Jeremiah then pointed the camera at Micah’s hole, capturing how creamy his dick had become. “Damn, nigga.” Jeremiah breathed.

He couldn’t focus on recording anymore; he just threw the phone on the bed, hopping onto it, so he could give Micah the dick he deserved.

•••

another day or two passes by

“Bruh, I’m bored as a bitch.” Micah smacked his face with his hands to keep himself from falling asleep while he stared at one of his textbooks.

“Don’t do that. Yo face too pretty.” Jeremiah kissed his cheek.

Micah just smiled, climbing onto his lap. “I also gotta an email from Coach. I know damn well you ain’t read shit these last couple days.”

Micah shook his head, “Nope.”

“So, yeah… he tryna get it ta whur we can still practice,” Jeremiah told him.

“Fa what? We ain’t rey have the championship,” Micah scoffed.

“Youn know et, baby!” Jeremiah emphasized.

Micah just shook his head. “Sometimes, a nigga just gotta gut feelin’.” He shrugged. “Shits startin’ ta make a nigga depressed.”

“I feel et, but… I don’t cuz I’m with my favorite person,” Jeremiah confessed to him, gaining a large smile in return.

Micah wrapped his arms around Jeremiah’s neck, leaning in. “I love you, daddy.” He kisses his lips, feeling Jeremiah snake his hands around his waist, the one slipping to grip his ass.

“I love you too, baby.” The two become entangled in a kiss, forgetting they had homework to do.

•••

some more boring days later

Micah had been dreaming about the past a lot lately. He wondered what it meant.

He woke up to his phone ringing.

Micah grabbed it, seeing it was a FaceTime call from… Michael Jr. “Wha the fuck is es nigga callin’ fa?” he asked himself before hesitating to slide his finger over the screen.

He sighed, knowing he was going to regret answering.

Micah almost feels like he manifested it. He went from dreaming about MJ to getting a call.

“Why you callin’ me?” was the first thing he asked him.

“I haven’t spoke to you in a while, little brother,” Michael Jr greeted him. “You didn’t answer my call when I tried callin’ after you got out the hospital.”

“Why would I, nigga? Be serious fa once in yo life,” Micah scoffed.

“C’mon, Micah. We brothers. No need to keep a grudge,” Michael Jr said, and Micah almost lost it.

“Nigga, you was fuckin’ my girl!” Micah yelled, causing Jeremiah to wake from his deep slumber.

The two had fallen asleep on the couch after doing at-home workouts and showering… maybe some extra sexercise in the shower.

“Wuss wrong, babe?” Jeremiah asked low, but Micah was so enraged, he didn’t hear him.

“You were cheatin’ on ‘Lia anyway, nigga. I don’t want to hear anything about that.” Michael Jr responded.

“Nigga, fuck you! Es still my girl. You my brother, butcho bitchass ain’t neva acted like one, so why should I be fuckin’ shocked!” Micah was shaking, and Jeremiah debated on getting involved, for he tried to stay out of it when it came to Micah’s family business.

“I didn’t call for all of this.” Michael Jr scoffed. “I really called to see if you had Jeremiah’s contact. He didn’t answer my publicist’s call.” He added on, causing Micah to be even more furious.

“Of fuckin’ course you did,” Micah cursed, throwing the phone down onto the bed as he stood up.

Jeremiah hurried to mute the phone. “Fuck, he wanna talk ta me fa?” he asked Micah.

“I don’t know, n I’m sorry, but I don’t fuckin’ cur—I’m rey sneak ta the gym,” Micah told him furiously.

Jeremiah just sighed, figuring he needed to blow off some steam. “Okay, maybe I should jus’ hang up.”

“Nah, it might be about the one on one, so talk ta his dumbass, so we can figure out when you gon’ beat es nigga.” Micah told him, then

•••

another day passes

After grabbing a bottle on their way home from just driving around to get out of their dorm, Micah and Jeremiah didn’t hesitate to cure their boredom with alcohol.

Micah popped off the cap of tequila, pouring them both shots. “Hur, daddy.” He handed him the shot.

They clinked glasses, then downed them at the same time, repeating it until they both had three shots.

“Damn,” Jeremiah breathed, feeling his body relax. He looked over to Micah, looking at his body up and down. “You so mufuckin’ sexy,” he complimented him.

Micah smiled, and Jeremiah watched his profile move. Then, he watched Micah turn his face towards him to lean over and kiss him. “Thank you… I think you the sexiest nigga livin’,” he complimented him back.

Micah then pulled back, going back to his phone, responding to some people who wanted him for a brand deal.

He was also texting his father’s assistant, trying to get a hold of his full college fund, so he could help Jeremiah out with his money situation.

Although, Jeremiah still wouldn’t tell him what it was about.

Jeremiah, on the other hand, only stared at Micah’s arms, perfectly framed by his muscle shirt. All of his tattoos… his muscles… “I’m rey suck yo dick.” He blurted, and Micah whipped his head over towards him.

“Huh, baby?” Micah asked with a big smirk, watching in shock as Jeremiah kneeled before him.

Looking up into his eyes, Jeremiah just smiled. “What if I said, I’m drunk, n I need that,” he whispered the last part, and Micah immediately felt his dick harden.

“You can have whateva you want, daddy. You know et,” Micah said to him, looking deep into his eyes.

Jeremiah smiled as he started fiddling with Micah’s pants, reaching into them to pull out his dick, immediately taking him into his mouth.

“Ooo, shit, baby,” Micah bit down on his bottom lip, putting his hand on top of Jeremiah’s head, putting his fingers through his locs.

He just watched as Jeremiah bobbed up and down on him.

Jeremiah used his hand on half of his length, stroking him while he used his mouth to focus on the tip.

“Swallow it fa me, baby,” Micah breathed, pushing his head down so he could take more of his dick.

Jeremiah gagged after attempting to go further, but he regained himself, continuing to bob up and down his length in a circular motion.

“Oooo, you gon’ lemme fuck you, daddy?” Micah asked him through a stuttered breath.

Jeremiah pulled off his dick, looking up into his eyes, “Fasho,” he told him in response, standing to his feet, walking into his room.

Micah just excitedly followed behind him, taking off his pants fully, almost tripping over them.

Jeremiah began to strip his clothes, and Micah walked up to him, grabbing him by the waist. “I can’t wait ’til you get good at takin’ dick,” Micah told him, chuckling.

Jeremiah raised a brow, smirking. “Who sed you rey be fuckin’ me like et?” he asked back, getting onto the bed backwards, watching as Micah hovered over him.

“Uh-huh,” Micah chuckled, grabbing both of Jeremiah’s legs. “You clean right?”

“You know damn well–”

“I’m jus’ playin’, baby,” Micah chuckled, pushing his legs towards his chest, cutting off Jeremiah’s speech when he started sucking on his hole. “Mmm,” he hummed.

“Fuck, Micah,” Jeremiah grabbed his head, running his fingers through his curls that were growing by the day.

He felt as Micah’s tongue constantly flicked back and forth over his hole, getting some stuttered moans. Jeremiah was still getting completely used to having his hole touched.

Micah pulled back to rub over his hole with his two middle fingers, “How et feel, daddy?”

“Good,” Jeremiah breathed. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned loudly. “Shit, baby.”

Micah continued rubbing his hole, and his dick got even harder when he saw how Jeremiah tossed his head back onto the pillows, with his mouth open, letting out silent sounds of pleasure.

Micah then pulled back for a moment, getting up to grab the almost empty bottle of lube, coming back to the bed, and squirting some on Jeremiah’s hole.

“Imma fuck you so good, big daddy. I promise.” Micah whispered to him as he crawled back on top of him, leaning down to kiss Jeremiah as he started pushing his middle finger into his hole slowly.

He had his other hand wrapped around his own dick, stroking his and Jeremiah’s together in his large hands while he fingered and kissed him.

“Fuck, baby,” Jeremiah moaned. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Micah’s full finger went inside of him. “Ahh–woah,” Jeremiah grabbed his wrist when he let out a high-pitched moan.

“Daddy, you gon’ make em sounds when you gettin’ good dick, okay,” Micah breathed in his ear, moving his hand from around his wrist, pushing his finger back inside.

“Oooo,” Jeremiah moaned when Micah’s finger grazed over his spot. “Shit, baby,” Jeremiah moaned again.

“Lemme please you, daddy,” Micah told him in his ear, sucking on his neck, flicking his tongue up and down as he used the extra lube that surrounded his hole to put a second finger inside.

Jeremiah bit down on his lip, keeping his ‘girlier’ moans muffled, squeezing his eyes shut, and grabbing his dick, wanting to cum.

“Not yet, daddy,” Micah told him, getting in between his legs, aligning himself with Jeremiah’s slippery and tight hole.

Micah grabbed his legs, slowly beginning to push inside of him, feeling his eyes flicker.

“Fuck, I gotta pause,” Micah breathed, and Jeremiah just kept his breath held as Micah’s dick stopped throbbing so much.

He started to move again, unconsciously wrapping a hand around Jeremiah’s throat as he sank into him.

Jeremiah didn’t know how to feel about the hand around his throat, but he couldn’t think too much because soon he was breathless when Micah bottomed out. “Damn, yo dick is big.” Micah breathed.

“I know,” Micah huffed as he started rolling his hips, giving Jeremiah long strokes that honestly left him breathless, only aided by the hand wrapped around his neck.

“Shit, daddy,” Micah huffed, his eyes rolled, and he squeezed just a bit harder, grabbing Jeremiah’s dick with his free hand, stroking it.

His thrust got a bit more aggressive as he felt Jeremiah get slicker, and soon enough, sound found Jeremiah again as loud moans started to escape him. “Unh, unh, unh,” Jeremiah moaned, pushing Micah’s shoulders, trying to move his legs, but Micah’s body weight kept them pressed against his stomach, and spread apart, so Micah could continue thrusting in and out of him.

“You wanted the dick tho, daddy,” Micah pouted, letting go of his dick, grabbing his wrist for a moment, so he could give him long and deep strokes.

Jeremiah felt his toes curling while moans continued to spill from his lips. “Imma cum,” Jeremiah breathed, then panted repeatedly to each stroke.

“Cum then, Jeremiah,” Micah groaned, letting go of his wrists to jerk him off while hitting his prostate, wanting an orgasm from him.

“Fuck, Micah,” Jeremiah almost said in a whisper, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Let it go, daddy,” Micah whispered in his ear, biting down on it.

“Unh!” Jeremiah came, and his hips bucked a bit.

That triggered Micah to come, and he unintentionally nutted inside of him.

“Ooo… Ion know about that,” Jeremiah pushed Micah out of him.

“Sorry, yo shit a ocean,” Micah chuckled, making Jeremiah.

“I’m sleepy,” Jeremiah yawned.

“Whatchu tell me? Nyquil dick?”

The two then busted out laughing, and afterwards Micah went to the bathroom to grab a rag for them.

Once he came back, he heard snoring. He saw Jeremiah faced down in the bed, with his ass still out, so Micah could clean him up while he slept.

Micah just chuckled to himself, thinking that he wanted to live in their little utopia forever.

Where they could love each other forever, explore each other forever…

•••

A while later, with Jeremiah sleeping beside Micah, the two simply rested in the bed.

Micah had been searching for art galleries, thinking of taking Meilie’s advice and having his own show.

He didn’t know where to begin, but it’s something he wanted to pursue.

Maybe the lockdown was the universe forcing basketball out of his hands.

He didn’t know.

Micah was alerted when he received a text.

It was from Kelia.

Kelia

> can you go with me to the hospital in the morning?

Another ding, another notification he quickly swiped up and didn’t read.

> please?

Another ding.

> Me and my parents aren’t seeing eye to eye. I need you Micah. Please.

Micah sighed, going to their text thread.

okay… ill pick you up in the morning <

can I even go in there with you because of this
pandemic shit?<

> no but I just need you there.

Micah stared at the text.

He looked over to Jeremiah, then back at the text thread.

“Baby,” Micah decided to do something different, waking Jeremiah up.

Jeremiah answered groggily with his eyes still closed. “Yeah?”

“Should I go ta the hospital wit my baby mama tomorrow mornin’?”

“Yeah… es still yo baby, Micah—you betta be good tho’,” Jeremiah answered him, rolling back over.

Micah just smiled, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Don’t worry, I only wantchu, papi,” he whispered, and Jeremiah smirked.

“Fuck around, n you gon’ be on bed rest, not able ta take yo baby mama anywhur,” Jeremiah replied in a low voice, making them both laugh.

•••

a while later into the night

“Come over n get fucked up with us, sexy!” Kari yelled through the phone after Micah answered the FaceTime call.

Micah immediately felt the side of his face burning, feeling his phone get snatched from his hand.

He hung up the phone, not seeing Meilie’s contact. “Stop playin’ wit me,” he scoffed, throwing Micah’s phone onto the bed.

Micah was flabbergasted. “Nigga… are you fareal?”

“Did I do it?” Jeremiah scoffed. “You got sum balls answerin’ one of yo hoes in front of me, nigga. On my daddy.”

Micah just chuckled.

“Oh, you think shit funny?” Jeremiah’s eyes went wide, feeling anger run through his body.

“No, daddy,” Micah told him, kissing his lips, catching him off guard. “Please, calm down, daddy. It was Kari n Meilie on the phone.” He explained, then started giving him repeated

Jeremiah just let Micah kiss him. He eventually kissed him back. “Ion give a fuck about nun of et. Don’t be havin’ no gay nigga call you sexy. You are sexy. I know he wanna fuck you.”

“You so jealous, daddy. Ion wanna fuck him. I mean—”

“Stop fuckin’ playin’—” Jeremiah interrupted him before he could get it out.

Micah then climbed onto his lap. “I’m jus’ playin’, daddy. Ion wanna fuck nobody butchu,” Micah told him, kissing his lips.

“N yo jealous ass got some nerve callin’ me a jealous ass nigga,” Jeremiah smirked. “Fought a nigga ova me.”

“You ain’t hafta bring et up,” Micah chuckled, pecking his lips.

Micah’s phone started ringing again, and he picked it up, answering it. “Hello?”

“Why you hang up?” Meilie scoffed.

“Ian mean to. It was an accident,” Micah lied, making Jeremiah smirk.

Micah didn’t want everyone knowing how mean his nigga really was.

Meilie was his biggest fan after all.

“Whatever. You still comin’ over?” she asked, and Micah looked at Jeremiah, who just stared at him.

He muted the phone. “Jeremiah.”

“Et gay nigga thur?” Jermeiah asked.

“Baby, stop bein’ like et, n you know Kari, baby. Ain’t nun rey go on,” Micah told him.

“Maybe, I needa come too,” Jeremiah suggested to him.

Micah shrugged. “HELLO? ARE YOU COMIN’?” Meilie yelled.

Micah unmuted the phone. “Hold on, damn,” he told her, then muted it again. “You can come if you wanna, but I know you jus’ sayin’, et.”

“I am. Go. Imma record some songs. Put that audio of us fuckin’ on es luh freak song I’m makin’,” Jeremiah told him, gaining a smile.

“I can’t wait ta hur it,” Micah giggled, kissing him, then unmuted the phone to continue talking. “I’m rey put some clothes on n be over, Mei.”

“Hurry, me, Kari, n Junie takin’ our first shot,” Meilie told him, hanging up afterwards.

“N you gettin’ drunk–” Jeremiah started, but Micah shut him up with a kiss.

“Shut up, nigga.” Micah laughed, causing Jeremiah to smack his lips.

“Get out.”

“Make me.” Micah tested him.

“You always like ta try a nigga before you gotta go somewhur, like I won’t make you stay in es bed,” Jeremiah said while looking him directly into his eyes.

“You can’t make me do shit,” Micah spat back, with his arms now wrapped around Jeremiah’s neck, and his face close to his, and their lips almost touching.

“You wanna test it?” Jeremiah raised a brow.

“Nope.” Micah kissed him once more, then laughed and hopped off his lap.

“I bet. Yo ass betta be back in es mufucka tanight tho!” Jeremiah yelled out to him as Micah started walking out of his room.

“We’ll see,” Micah yelled back.

“Stop playin’ wit me!” Jeremiah added.

“Love you, daddy!”

•••

“Wassup, Junelle?” Micah greeted, seeing the door to Meilie’s dorm room fly open, revealing Junie in her skin-tight pajamas.

“Don’t eva say my government like et again.” She rolled her eyes, stepping to the side to let him in. “But, hello, Micah.”

Micah just smiled, shaking his head as he walked into their living room.

“Hey, nigga.” Meilie greeted him.

“Y’all so ghetto,” Kari laughed. “N why you hang up on me, Mikey. I’m sad.” Kari pouted and wiped tears that weren’t there.

Micah just rubbed the back of his head. “Accident, Kari. I’m sorry,” Micah told him, flopping down next to Meili, seeing out of the corner of his eye, Junie sit in the spot next to him, keeping some space in between.

Meilie poured them some shots, then they all downed them, eventually falling into conversation.

Later into the night, the foursome eventually started heading to bed… or passing out from being drunk, with Micah and Meilie being the only ones up. Kari was facedown on the couch, and Junie was in her bed.

Micah and Meilie were lying on the floor in her bedroom, staring at the ceiling. “Kelia wants ta get back together,” he blurted with a slightly slurred voice.

“What?” Meilie sat up on her elbows. “I hope you ain’t say yea…”

“C’mon, Mei. I want my nigga.” Micah whined, looking over to her. “N I’m stuck in es place of what is the right thing ta do… I just wanna be a good father you know, Mei?” he asked, feeling emotional in his drunk state. “My mufuckin’ daddy hates me, n I feel et every day of my life. My mama so infatuated with him that she lets him do whateva, even goes along with it sometimes… lettin’ my brother torture me, just throwin’ me ta my grandparents whenever they felt like it… mufuckas always look into my life from the outside, thinkin’ cuz I grew up with money, n flashy shit, but I promise, no nigga would wanna live the way I did.” Micah cried, and Meilie just stayed quiet, letting him get his feelings out.

“Callin’ me a f*g fa I even knew what gay was, n I turned out to be an even bigger disappointment… Ion wanna be that way ta my kid. If et means I needa be with her, does my feelings matter ta give my child a better life?” Micah asked.

“Yes,” Meilie interrupted him. “If you aren’t happy, how you can you pass on a feeling you don’t experience. If you’re always drownin’ in sorrow, how are you gonna be there for your kids? You can help anyone without healin’ yourself first,” she told him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Think about my words,” she told him, lying on his chest.

Micah just stared at the ceiling, feeling as if he was watching his thoughts like a projector projecting on the white surface.

Soon, the two eventually fell asleep on the floor.

•••

Micah jumped up from his sleep, hearing his phone constantly ringing, over and over.

He was a bit sobered up, knowing it was Jeremiah. “I’m comin’, daddy, sorry. I fell asleep,” he groggily answered the phone.

“Okay,” Jeremiah told him. “Hurry, I’m tryna feel yo booty. Only way I can sleep.”

Micah chuckled, rubbing his eyes. “Okay, baby. I’m comin’,” Micah told him, then hung up. “I’m leavin’, Mei.”

“I know, fake-married ass nigga,” Meilie huffed, standing up and getting on her bed. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mei,” Micah replied, leaving her room, going back you his own.

•••

the next morning

Micah’s alarm woke him up for the first time in over a week.

He wasn’t used to being stuck in his dorm so long. Micah always had something to do. From the time he was born, he never had a moment of peace and solitude.

Micah got up, showered, got dressed, then fixed Jeremiah a quick breakfast before he grabbed his key and headed out to pick up Kelia from the Airbnb she was staying at.

Once he arrived, he waited in the driveway for Kelia at the door, guiding her to the car.

“Good mornin’,” he greeted her, and she gave him a warm smile.

“Good morning,” she said back as Micah started up the car. “How have you been?” she asked him.

Micah raised a brow. “…You know, since lockdown. My offer of comin’ here is still on the table. My offer of us being a family.”

“Es somethin’ I gotta think on,” Micah spoke honestly. “But, I do wantchu ta know Imma be thur for our baby regardless of whatever we goin’ thru,” he told her.

“I know,” Kelia smiled at him, putting her hand on her stomach, rubbing over it.

The two remained in a surprisingly comfortable silence as they rode to the hospital.

“You hungry?” Micah asked her as they rode past some restaurants.

“Yes, actually,” Kelia responded.

“Whatchu want? Anything around hur?” he asked.

“Chick-fil-A?” Kelia asked.

Micah shrugged, “Sure,” he smirked, rerouting himself, heading towards the drive-through.

He saw how long the line was in the drive-through when he arrived.

“Imma go in, whatchu want?” he asked her as he parked in the parking lot.

After she gave him her order, he exited the car, heading into the building.

It took about twenty minutes for their food to get done. After he grabbed their bags, he headed back to the car, handing Kelia her bag and putting his in the back.

“In case you wanted ta eat on our way,” Micah told her, and she smiled.

“Thank you,” Kelia bit down on her lip. “You look good today.”

Micah raised a brow, starting up the car. “Thank you…”

“I just… sometimes I get so horny. I think it’s my hormones… I miss fucking you, Micah,” she confessed to him.

Micah just stared at her in amazement. “WHatchu on, Kelia?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“This,” she told him, leaning in and pressing her lips against his.

Meanwhile, Lamar was outside, about to knock on Micah’s door, after seeing him walk out of the building, not getting a chance to speak.

He liked where their relationship was going, plus if he was dating his best friend, he might as well got to know him better.

However, when he saw Micah kissing Kelia, he just turned around, pulling out his phone to relay to Jeremiah what he had just seen…

to be continued…

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