"He what?!" Michael roughly hit the brakes, and Devin felt his body fly forwards, and he put his arms out to brace himself against the dashboard before being yanked back into his seat by the seat belt.

Devin hadn't even said anything about what happened, other than 'I told them I wanted to see a therapist', and he was flipping out.

"Mich—"

"No, no, let me get this straight," Michael started, pulling the car over on the side of the road. Where they were was relatively closed off, and deserted. The streets were empty, and no cars were parked outside of the houses. "He hurt you because you wanted to see a therapist?! When the fuck did going to a therapist become a bad thing?!"

"He didn't even hit me that hard," Devin said, trying to defend the situation. He didn't know why, but he was trying too.

"Was it meant to hurt?"

"Well—"

"Did it hurt?"

"Yes,"

"Then he shouldn't have done that, bottom line."
They sat in silence, Michael having the last words of that conversation. Devin let him, there wasn't anything else he could say, so he just let it go.

But then a thought occurred.

"I should probably tell you..." Devin started.
Michael looked over to him, confused. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything, and it won't change how I see you as a person?" Michael reached over to Devin's lap, grabbing his hand as a form of comfort. It worked a bit.

"I know..." Devin said, smiling slightly. "It's just... that was the night I wanted to overdose,"

Devin's voice had turned into a whisper as he spoke. The words seemed too fragile to say at a normal volume. His hand shook slightly as there wasn't a response from Michael.

"Those motherfuckers don't even know how much they had put you through either," Michael spoke, eyes trained in Devin's hands. He rubbed his thumb over the knuckles, trying to comfort him again.

"I guess not," Devin responded, looking down at his hands too.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to see them again. Unless of course you wanted too." Michael whispered, keeping his hand on Devin's as he started the car back up again.

"I know,"

"Okay," Michael stopped the car once more and looked over to Devin.

Devin looked back, confused. "Is something wrong?" He asked, whispering. The scariest part was he didn't know what Michael was thinking.

Michael didn't say anything, but turned to face Devin in his seat.

Devin faced him too, rather confused. He was about to say Michael's name, but was cut off quickly.

Michael moved his mouth to Devin's, kissing him slowly. Devin hesitated for a moment before kissing him back.

Michael knew that he never hesitated...

He let it go, whispering against Devin's lips. "And, don't listen to your mom. Ever. She's wrong, you're not sick for liking boys," Michael paused, kissing Devin once more. "And if your sick, then so am I,"

Devin smiled at his words, and let them take over what his mom had said. We're not sick. And if we are sick, then we are sick together.

Michael didn't cut this kiss short, and let it go on for a bit longer than he liked.

He was pretty aware of the mental state that Devin was in, and although he didn't mind doing this kind of stuff, he'd rather have their small kisses staying small.
But Devin put his hands in Michael's hair, keeping him where he was.

Michael gave in to the kiss, pulling Devin closer to him. Devin made the first move to deepen the kiss by swiping his tongue over Michael's bottom lip.

After a moment's hesitation, he opened his mouth for Devin.

This wasn't anything the two of them hadn't done before, but it felt so strange, but amazing.

Michael opened his eyes slightly to looking at Devin. Devin felt himself being looked at and opened his eyes too.

Michael looked at him for a second before kissing his cheek, then down a little further, and then his jaw, then his neck.

He left wet, open mouth kisses everywhere he could make contact with Devin's skin. This had made Devin shudder at these touches.

He let out a 'mmm' like sound, biting his lip.

Michael moved his mouth up, biting Devin's ear lobe roughly, but pressed his tongue against it to sooth him before that pain started to hurt.

Devin let a tiny noise out of his mouth, a mix between a whimper and a moan.

Michael smiled at the noise, and placed one more kiss on Devin's neck before pulling away from him and sitting back in the car seat correctly.

"Michael..." Devin whined at the loss of contact. He reached his hand over to Michael, grabbing his hand.

Michael looked over at him, and could read Devin's expression.

"Devin, I know..." he sighed. "But I don't think right now is the right time to do something like that,"

Devin pouted, and sat back in his seat.

"C'mon, don't get all pouty with me," Michael whined, looking over to see Devin slumber in his seat.

"I'm not,"

"Yes you are!"

"Well... cause I wanna go further and you won't let us," Devin whined again, fidgeting with his fingers again.

"But, for one were in a car, and two—"

"Who cares if we're in a car! It's practically disertearted where we are!" Devin, emphasizing on the 'cares'.

Michael glanced over at him, trying to be subtle about it.

"I know... but Devin, with everything your mom said, or... everything that's happened in the past few weeks, are you sure you want to right now?" Michael questioned, tapping his finger lightly.

Devin looked over at him. He sarcastically said "no", rolling his eyes.

"Okay, then we'll just go home now!" Michael said, also sarcastically.

"Wait! Wait, no! Please, Michael! We don't... we don't have to go that far, I guess, but..."

"Devin,"

"Ugh, fine! We can just go to your house now," Devin groaned, turning back towards the window.

Michael grabbed Devin by the shirt collar, gently pulling him towards himself.

Devin was a bit surprised, and shivered as Michael's hot breath hit his ear.

Michael whispered things into Devin's ear that made him blush deeply. If Devin had taken a moment to look over at Michael, he could see that he was blushing too.

Shower together?

Devin didn't mind the idea of that.

well, here's an even shorter chapter

with love,
—aa