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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Be_More_Chill_-_Iconis/Tracz
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Heere/Michael_Mell
  Character:
      Jeremy_Heere, Michael_Mell, Jeremy's_Dad_(Be_More_Chill)
  Additional Tags:
      Crying, Accidental_wetting, Smut, Blankets, Fluff, Panic_Attacks,
      Comfort, Couch_Cuddles, Family_Bonding
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-25 Completed: 2018-01-26 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1386
****** I wrote this out of spite lmao ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     I don't even think this is omo anymore
Notes
     Also
      
     This was supposed to be cravk, but it's being treated seriously
     Yikes
      
     Uhm
     I don't know what this turned into
     Haha
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jeremy let a long whine escape through his vocal cords as he melted further
into Michael's gentle touch as the other gently pushed his girth into Jeremy's
tight hole, letting out heavy and uneven breaths, letting his toes curl,
adjusting himself onto the other man's girth.
With another moan, Michael had fully fit himself inside of the writing boy
below him, begging Michael to begin thrusting, in which he did. Soft and slow,
turning into loving medium paced, cranking it up to rough and fast, causing the
smaller boy to cry out, gripping onto Michael's shoulders for some sort of
stability, whining loudly about his orgasm winding itself up inside him.
Michael just hummed to Jeremy's comments, running his hand over the paler boys
stomach, stopping right above Jeremy's groin, pressing lightly, hearing content
sighs escape from Jeremy. He pressed again, this tine with a bit of applied
pressure, expecting another whine from the paler boy, but instead he heard a
small whine of desperation leave. He watched as jeremys facial expressions
turned to some sort of desperation, but not bothering to mention anything to
Michael about stopping his fast paced thrusts, and tender stomach presses, so
he continued, every press a bit harder then the last, watching Jeremys face
scrunch up sometimes in discomfort, but letting encouraging words follow with
moans, wanting Michael to continue this affection to continue.
The issue is, Jeremy normally always emptied his bladder before he and Michael
had sex. Not for any reason in particular, but today, the moment they got into
Michael's cruiser, they begun making out, which turned into gentle touches,
leading them to be in the backseat of Michael's cruiser, pants and boxers
discarded on Michael's car floor, along with school work, and other interesting
items Michael kept in his car. most things consisting of empty weed viles,
empty lighters, ripped school assignments, crumpled bills and coins. Even fast
food wrappers and cups.
Probably not the ideal place to get dicked, especially being they hadn't even
bothered leaving the school. To all they knew, they could've been a show for
passer byers, getting a glimpse of the two in the midst of Lucifer's Tango.
So he couldn't exactly empty it Right then. Or even before hand. Infact, he was
pretty sure the last time he'd emptied his bladder was that morning, which was
exactly eight hours ago.
It wasn't like it would even matter. He was an expert at this point in his life
on holding it in, or just simply not drinking water. Like today.
Until Michael's hand twisted itself directly over jeremys bladder, causing a
wave of pain and pleasure wave through him as his bladder emptied itself onto
his stomach.
Normally he'd see cum splattering over his chest, but it just had to be one of
those days. He watched, a horrified expression Falling over him as his shirt
dampened due to the wet substance fleeing from him.
He hadn't even let himself finish, before pulling himself off of Michael,
making a bigger mess across his stomach and the floor then need be, loud sobs
emitting from Jeremy as he rushed his pants on, not caring at that current
moment what was even on them.
It wasn't a moment later jeremy bolted out of Michael's car, rushing an apology
before running off towards the direction of his home, holding himself from
breaking down further than he'd already done.
And damn it, the Moment he got home, he made himself comfortable on the
recliner his dad bought a few years ago, shedding himself of his shirt and
pants, curling his legs close to his bottom, his heels of his feet touching the
fabric of his boxers. Another moment passed by, and he was curled up on the
couch, throw pillow In arms as he sobbed.
An arm wrapped around his frame, taking a moment to look up, another wave of
embarrassment rushed over him, seeing his dad look him dead in the face with
worry staining it.
Jeremy just bit his lip, moving closer to his dad, and leaning into his
father's touch, letting out shallow and uneven breaths, trying to calm himself
down, keeping his breaths as stable as he could, letting his dad ask questions
in a hushed tone, hand running through Jeremy's hair.
Jeremy would just give his dad half assed answers, Just wanting to focus on the
silence for a few seconds more, before he'd tell his dad anything that
happened.
 
It took him exactly 12 minutes and 28 seconds to calm down from his break down.
Currently he was sitting close to his father, and his god awful snuggie his mom
had bought him a Christmas some time ago, with a cup of hot chocolate made to
Jeremy's liking in his hands, trembling slightly as he explained everything
that had happened, his blush staying as vibrant as ever.
Disgust brushed over him when he mentioned exactly why he left, feeling himself
mentally cringe at the fact he'd actually pissed on himself in front of his
best friend during sex.
He went quite after he finished, listening to what his father had to say,
telling him it was just simply an accident, and that Michael wouldn't think of
jeremy any less, which left Jeremy to twist his mouth into an odd shape, before
pulling his phone out to send Michael an apology text over what he'd done.
Fingers crossed Michael didn't hate him after what he'd done.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Haha two boys make up and cuddle because i need some soft boy love.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter probably sucks, so i apologize in Advance. I'm really
     tired and sick right now s o
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Michael really hadn't been able to let everything that had just happened sink
in. Jeremy had rushed out of Michael's beaten up PTCruiser, doorbwide open, and
cock still fully erect, twitching desperately against his thigh.
He simply sighed, not having the stamina Jeremy had to run home with soiled
clothing, not to mention a probable boner with seeing the fact he never
actually climaxed.
The taller boy just sighed, leaning forward to shut the door, to at least save
the small amount of dignity he had left.
He took a few minutes to himself to fix the issue down below, before dressing
himself in his hoodie and pants.
Part of him felt bad for Jeremy, while the other half wanted to punch him for
ruining his only good set of boxer briefs and t shirt.
At least it was washable, to say the least.
After he dressed, he got to work cleaning out the garbage in his car, mostly
due to a lot of it beginning to rot, the other bigger part because of Jeremys
sad accident from a few minutes ago.
As much as he loved Jeremy, he absolutely refused to have the scenet of the
others piss linger in his car.
It took him almost an hour, finishing pulling the last few things out. He'd
receiveda few messages during his cleaning session, seeing them as less
important at this moment in time.
Giving his back seat a once over, Michael nodded to himself, mentally noting
down the fact he should probably also scrub his ceiling when he got back home.
Slamming the back door shut, he madehis way around to the front of his
PTCruiser, choosing to ignore his phone, starting his car, and starting on his
way over to Jeremys house.
Like normal, he let himself into Jeremys house the moment he got there, thanks
to Jeremys dad leaving Michael a key to get in.
He watched from the doorway, Jeremy cozied into one of the two couchs
surrounding the wall mounted TV, currently emgrossed in the earlier episodes of
Steven Universe. Shutting the door quietly, Michael made his way over to the
couch, seating himself next to Jeremy, who took a moment before noticing the
fact Michael had sat next to him. He watched as Jeremy tensed up, keepinghis
eyes glue to the television screen. Jeremys eye's where puffy from presumably
crying like a child. He watched and waited, finally hearing the other Break the
silence. "I didn't mean to-" he started, obvious lump forming in his throat "I
Know" Michael hummed, cutting Jeremy off. "Maybe, next Time tell me?" Michael
nudged Jeremys shoulder, watching the other's awkward movements. He kept his
eyes glued to the television, swallowing the possible lump, waiting a few
moments before laying his head on Michael's shoulder. "I still love you, you
freak" Michael hummed.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry the ending is rushed. I'm just dead tired, getting sick,
     and need some serious downtime after finals n all that fun shit.
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