Why is it so Wrong, Yet Feel so Right? (Boyf Riends)

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Slight nsfw. Not that far but could get awkward with parents reading over your shoulder.

"Jeremyyyyyyyyyy," I whine as I shake said boy's shoulders. "Get uuuuuuuuuup."

"Nnnmmmm." He tried to say no. Why is he so tired?

"Up. Breakfast. Toast. Cereal. Breakfast of champions."

He shakes his head while he buries his face flat into the pillow.

"You realize you can suffocate like that right?"

"I'm not that stupid," he mumbles, the sound muffled due to the pillow. I groan. Suddenly, I get an idea. I stand next to Jeremy on the bed and fall over him while screaming, "Timber!"

"Oof!" Jeremy squeaks. I giggle and instantly cover my mouth. God I sound like a preteen girl when her crush notices her.

Jeremy doesn't move at all after that. He's still breathing, but he's back to sleep. Screw this. New plan.

"Jeremy...," I purr, trying to sound seductive. I'm making a fool out of myself. Jeremy tenses. But it's working...

I hesitate before lying down next to him. I thread my fingers through is hair, tugging at the knots, and blush when he lets out a soft moan.

"M-Michael...!"

"Shhhhh," I pull harder on his hair, earning a still soft, but slightly louder moan. He flips over to face me, his face extremely red. A fire truck couldn't hold a candle to his face right now.

I flip Jeremy over so he's on his back. I straddle him and grab his face. "Could you get up for me? Please?"

He doesn't respond. He just stares at me. I lean down so our noses are mere centimeters apart. "Pretty please?"

I could kiss him. I could totally kiss him right now.

Don't kiss him! He has a girlfriend!

Oh right. His girlfriend.

I can practically see your eye roll Michael.

You're the tiny train of thought in my head, of course you can.

I focus back on Jeremy. Is he...leaning forward? I lose control over my body and begin leaning in with him. Our lips connect. Pure bliss. He pulls away. "M-Michael."

"Y-yeah?"

"I'm sorry but, I-I have a girlfriend. You know this!"

Of course. Something like a metaphorical arrow or bullet goes straight through my heart.

"I-I'm sorry J-Jere-"

I get cut off by Jeremy squirming beneath me. His hips buck up. He's horny and desperate for friction.

"J-Jeremy!" I shout out of confusion.

He shushes me and pushes me so I'm right over his lower region. "Grind," he commands softly. I hesitate. Who can say no to him? I start grinding against him. He tries to get my pants off but I push his hands away. I'm not letting him go any further than this. He has a girlfriend. This makes this more awkward and makes me feel more guilty.

"M-Michael please!" he begs.

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend.

I shush him and slide my hand into his pants. What happens in here, stays in here.