Two Player Game

~Chapter Twenty-One~

"I like the second option."

"lemme find that asshole then." he turns and looks around a little before spotting him and drunkenly staggering over. 

"Miguel. Llaves."

"Multa." He tosses him the keys and Michael hurries his ass back to Jeremy. But Jeremy has disappeared. He looks around in confusion.

"Jeremy?" This would be so much easier if he wasn't drunk. Someone stole him from Michael. He's so confused and panicked now now.

"Jer???" shit shit SHIT. He knew this was a bad idea. He's desperately searching the party. He's terrified now. He fumbles for his phone, dialing messily and hoping either Jeremy answers or he can hear his own ringtone. Luckily, he does hear the ringtone for a split second as the door closes, he's being "dragged" out. He fucking BOLTS for the door, ripping it open.

"Jeremy??"

"Michael-!"

"shh shh," the man says before his lips are planted on Jeremy's. He tries to push away and Michael is furious. He stomps over there, rips the guy off Jeremy and decks him in the jaw.

"Don't you EVER fucking touch him!!" Now the man is mad, he's clearly taller and stronger than Michael. He punches Michael, first in the face, then in the chest, Jeremy jumping in front and taking the third one.

"Michael-!!" Bam. Right on the back of the head. That makes Michael see red. He's pulling Jeremy to the side and then going all fucking out on this man, just going absolutely berserk. Jeremy lefts his body on one elbow to see him,

"Michael..." Michael ends up knocking the guy on his ass through sheer drunken rage. He grabs his shirt and yanks him up just a bit to growl,

"One more move and you're fucking dead, pendejo, got it??" He nods quickly and is left to lay on the ground. Michael immediately rushes to Jeremy.

"I'm so sorry, Jer, can you stand? Are you okay?"

"He hit me really hard," He stands with the help of Michael. "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine." His nose is bleeding. "I'll be okay, we need to go home."

"Are you gonna be able to drive?"

"Probably not. Can you?"

"Nope."

"Then... We can walk if you want."

"Yeah..."he holds out his hand for Michael to take. Michael takes it with a small smile and they start walking.

"So like... So you're aware... This mean that you're allowed to get awkward boners around me now."

"Oh good. that's probably gonna happen a lot."

"But like, I'm also totally qualified to fix it for you too." He winks. Jeremy blushes bright.

"Stop it"

"I am. I've sucked a dick before, I'm not afraid to do it again. can you say the same? I don't think you can, you big nerd."

"I think I am more of a geek then a nerd."

"That's not the point, Jeremy, you Homo, the point was have you ever. Sucked. A. Dick."

"Well... you'd be my first." Michael's eyes widen.

"Yeah? Jer, baby, I'm flattered." He pauses. "Do you mind if I call you stuff like that? Baby?"

"I'd recommend it."

"Sweet." He's grinning like a fool.

"So like... Have you ever done ANYTHING with a guy?"

"I, uh, I made out with Rich as well. Seventh Grade."

"Man, how scandalous."

"But that's about it. After we were finished, he told me that I kissed like a girl and called me a loser."

"Holy shit, that's terrible. After ours he told me I did okay but my sketchers were ugly so he wouldn't be my boyfriend."

"Damn.... isn't he dating Jake? Last time we saw him?"

"Pretty sure. Either that or they were fuckbuddies that were just a little too close to each other." Jeremy laughs.

"Sounds pretty accurate."

"We already have a better relationship then a couple guys we went to high school with, how's that?" Michael laughs.

"Because you're my best friend too."

"Exactly. It's just like normal, but we like, kiss and gay stuff like that."

"We were still pretty gay before.."

"But now we can be gay and not feel bad about it, Jeremy. it opens up so many new, gay possibilities!" Jeremy smiles at him as they approach the house. "Let's getcha cleaned up."

"Good thing I got these keys, Abuela locks the door at nine." He fumbles with the door a moment before his dad opens it with a stern look.

"Uhh... H-Hi dad."

"It's 3 in the morning. Where were you?"

"Uh... S-see, Miguel wanted to take us to a party to celebrate graduation-" He starts coughing. The blood in his nose is dripping down his nasal track to his throat. He spits some blood onto the porch.

"You mean the same party the police showed up to because someone found a man laying, beaten up and bloody on the ground??"

"................no?..."

"Don't lie to me Michael."

".......yes, But! I beat him up in self defense and because the guy was harassing Jeremy. Full on Sexual assault, Dad." He pauses and looks to Jeremy as he nods slowly. Mr. Mell sighs.

"Get inside and clean yourself up."

"Yessir."