Play The Game (A Boyf Riends Fanfic)

Part 8

(Jeremy's POV)

WAIT ONE DIDDLY-DARN SECOND! Did Michael just say he loves me? Did I say it back? Did we both just confess our love? No, Jeremy, you moron, it's platonic, shut up.... Well it sure doesn't feel platonic.... I mean, he's letting me sleep ON TOP OF HIM. We're straight up, or gay up, cuddling right now. And it's so cute~ But I-It has to be platonic.... Michael doesn't love me like that.... Well, he could, maybe he just doesn't want to say.... I don't think anybody else I know would let me snuggle with them. This is by far, 100%, breaking the 'no-homo' boundaries, but whatever. I'm not complaining, whatsoever. I actually love this.... but it would be so much more amazing if I knew he loved me.... Shut up, Jeremy, just focus on what's happening right now, don't have a fucking mental breakdown again, please.

I slowly wrap my arms around Michael's torso, snuggling deeper into his chest.

"Jeremy? Are you awake?" Michael whispers extremely quietly.

My face turns a bit red, and I get a little embarrassed because it means he felt me wrap my arms around him, but I shook it off.

"Yeah, I'm awake, Michael." I softly whisper, tilting my head up to look at him,

"I-Is it weird that.... that I.... Oh my gosh, why is this so hard to say?" Michael chuckles nervously before continuing after a deep breath. "Is it weird that I.... enjoy.... this?" Michael's heartbeat quickens and his breathing becomes a little unsteady.

"No.... not at all, because.... I really enjoy this too...." I say quietly before hugging him a bit tighter, then cuddling into him.

"Okay.... cool. Uhh...." Michael shakes his head quickly and runs one of his hands through my hair repeatedly. "Goodnight, Jer. I-.... I love you." Michael smiled.

"Goodnight, Michael.... I love you too...." I smile before finally shutting my eyes again and falling asleep almost immediately.

~~~ TIME SKIP ~~~

(Michael's POV)

I slowly flutter my eyes open to a beautiful sight. Jeremy, snuggled as far into me as he could possibly get, sleeping soundly. He had a small smile on his face and every minute or so, he'd lightly squeeze me. He also appeared to be mumbling a few different phrases in his sleep. I heard: I love you, you're adorable, beautiful, and M-.

WAIT ONE FRICK-FRACKIN' SECOND. Is Jeremy.... saying my name in his sleep? Why? Is he having a dream? Am I in it? Is he thinking about me? Are the other phrases he's saying directed from either me to him, or him to me? What? Why on Earth is-

"Morning, Beautiful." Jeremy yawned, looking up at me.

"Good morning Sleeping Beauty. Did you sleep wel-" I cut myself off. Uh.... WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT. Did he just call me 'Beautiful'? "Did you just call me 'Beautiful'?" I giggled a bit to make sure I wasn't mad about it or anything.

"Uhh.... I can neither confirm nor deny that.... Wait. Did you call me 'Sleeping Beauty'? Jeremy laughed as he rolled onto his stomach, resting his elbows on my chest.

"Alright, goofball. And indeed, I did call you Sleeping Beauty." I chuckled. "So, uh.... What'd ya' dream about?" I tried to hide my nervousness.

Jeremy immediately turned bright red and visibly flustered.

"Uh! N-nothing! I-I wasn't dreaming or anything! No way! Hell no!" Jeremy stuttered.