Two Player Game

~Chapter Twenty-Nine~

"Yeah, uh, lemme just- uh-" He's stuttering so bad, he's so red in the face. Jeremy sits up and Michael rushes out of the room

"?". Michael shoves the ring into the back of a kitchen cabinet.

"Fuck he thought I was hard, should I..? Oh my God I'm a mess." Jeremy waits patiently for him to come back. He gonna make sweet love to that man.

"Yeah, yeah. Just to keep up appearances. Just enough to get hard. Then I go back in in my underwear. Perfect. Oh Jesus, this is the worst reason to touch myself." When he comes back, Jeremy is on his bed, no shirt.

He blushes and chuckles. "Oh my God, Jer." he can't really say much on the matter- he did just come back in only his boxers. Jeremy makes a kissy face- like the emoji- and gives suggestive eyebrows.

"You're such a dork, I'm so lucky." Jeremy laughs.

"Just c'mere and let me kiss you."

"Can do." he strolls on over and crawls on over to straddle Jeremy, pressing their lips together sweetly. Jeremy smiles into it and hums in his mouth. Jeremy's leg shifts and rubs up against Michael's now sensitive lower regions. He moans lowly and blushes Harder.

"Ah- Jeez." Jeremy smiles. He loves that sound.

"Shit, that wasn't even that - hnng~" Jeremy, who is a little shit, does it again, deliberately. Harder this time. Michael might've gone a little overboard on touching himself. He's a bit oversensitive. Jeremy brings his face back in to kiss him softly. Michael breaks away, breathing heavily, desperation evident in his voice.

"You're being a tease, you prick. Either touch me or not." He grins and kisses him again. Hands moving south to work their magic. Michael is very vocal today, spitting out noise after noise, some coherent, some not.

"I love those noises, Mikey~"

"Jeremy - hah- m-more- fuck, nn-" He's trembling from the stimulation. Curse his decision to get himself going, he's not going to last long like this. They're both down to only their boxers. All hot and breathing heavily.

"You like that?"

"Y-Yes. Yeah, f-fuck-" he grinds into his hand. "Jeremy-!" He kisses him again, hard.

"Yeah- aah~" Michael's begun to jerkily try returning the favor.

"Better than - than your own hand?"

"Absolutely~~"

"Fuck- Jer- f-faster. Fa- ohhhh~" his grip tightens a little. Jeremy makes his own noises.

"Fuck fuck fuck, I want- ah-!" He's trying to remember to breathe. "f-f-fuck." Jeremy's hands start to work faster and harder.

"JeR-!" he can't help help but moan long and loud, his hand freezing a moment before working Jeremy just as hard and just as fast. What is this, a competition to see who lasts longest?

In the end, they're tired, breathing heavily and making out.

"I- God I love you so much." He's still trembling. "I... Sorry you're kinda sticky now." He giggles,