To Player One: MICHAEL I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS

From Player One: WHAT HAPPENED?!?

To Player One: FOR GOD'S SAKE IT'S RAINING. FIRST I HAVE TO WALK ALL THE WAY TO YOUR HOUSE AND NOW IT'S RAINING???????

From Player One: FUCK, LOVE I'M SORRY, DID YOU BRING AN UMBRELLA?!

To Player One: NO I DIDN'T BRING A FUCKING UMBRELLA!!!

From Player One: WELL THEN FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS OVER HEERE

To Player One: IS NOW REALLY THE TIME FOR FUCKING PUNS?!?!

From Player One: JEREMY PLEASE, IT'S ALWAYS TIME FOR PUNS

Jeremy sighed and put his phone in his pocket. He looked up and sighed in relief, seeing Michael's house nearing. He threw his arms over his head and started running through the puddles up to the door. He squeaked as the door was thrown open before he could even knock, and he was tugged inside. Michael abruptly shut the door behind him and threw a towel over his head.

"Get dried off! Quickly, I want cuddles!"

"Pff, is that what you made me come all the way here for?"

"Yes, now hurry!"

Jeremy pulled off the towel and shook his head in feigned annoyance. He dried himself off as much as he could before throwing the towel back at Michael. "I'm stealing your clothes, hold on."

Michael laughed, "Okay, but hurry!"

"Hmm, I think I'll take my time." He joked as he dragged his feet to Michael's room. He could hear Michael complaining, but he made no haste as he changed into one of Michael's old hoodies and some sweatpants. He tossed his own clothes into Michael's clothes bin and went back to the living room. He found Michael lounging on the couch, fast forwarding through the previews on a VCR tape. "Why in the world do you still have a VCR player?" Jeremy asked, seating himself next to Michael. Michael, in response, rolled over and rested his head against Jeremy's shoulder.

"You know I like the retro shit," he muttered, dropping the remote to Jeremy's lap and wrapping his arms around his waist. "You smell like a weird mix of our detergent and rain."

"Gee, I wonder why." Jeremy giggled and brought his arm around Michael's shoulders, playing with his hair.

Michael sighed contently, tightening his grip around Jeremy. "Thank you for coming all the way here."

Jeremy picked up the remote, setting it on the small table in front of them. "You don't actually want to watch whatever movie this is, do you?"

Michael simply yawned in acknowledgment.

"Goodness, Micah. Come 'ere." Jeremy shifted, hugging his arms around Michael. He pulled Michael with him as he laid down. Michael huffed sleepily, rolling himself (and Jeremy, by effect) so he was then laying on top of Jeremy, facing him.

"Ow, Michael, I love you but I need to be able to breathe." Michael ignored him and leaned his head forward with the intention of kissing him. However, with his sleepy state, he didn't kiss his lips but rather some area to the right.

"Fuck, I missed," Michael mumbled as he laid his head under Jeremy's chin.

"Jesus, Michael, you are way too tired." He waited for a response before asking, "Are you even still awake?"

When he failed to reply, either from lack of energy (or care) or actually falling asleep, Jeremy sighed.

"Okay, we're moving over to your room, this is too uncomfortable." With one arm still around Michael, he managed to push them up into a sitting position. "God, okay, you're going to have to help me out here."

Jeremy heard Michael whine as he leaned back. "Fine, but carry me."

"I can't carry you!"

"Shush! I carry you all the time! Carry me or I'll lay on you again!"

"Fine! Just let me get up first." Michael huffed as Jeremy gently pushed him off and stood up. Jeremy stretched and turned back to Michael, who was holding his arms out like a child. Jeremy rolled his eyes and lifted Michael up, holding him close to him. Michael wrapped his arms around Jeremy's neck and his legs around his waist. "I don't have the upper body strength for this." Jeremy murmured as his made his way to Michael's room. He reached the room and dropped Michael into his bed as kindly as he could. He stretched again and was about to head to the kitchen when he heard Michael grumble behind him.

"Noo, I want cuddles."

"Micah, you're falling asleep, and I'm hungry."

"No, give me cuddles."

"I always forget how clingy you can be." Jeremy shook his head with a smile as he crawled into the bed and laid next to Michael. Michael wasted no time scooching himself closer to Jeremy, and he wrapped his arms around Jeremy's waist. Jeremy draped his arm over Michael, allowing the taller boy to inch himself as close as he possibly could. "You happy now?"

He felt Michael nod his head against his chest. "Mhm, I like cuddles."

Jeremy grinned happily, "Me too."

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well heck

from now on, any time they cuddle, they must be referred to as "rainy boyfs" please and thank you.

anyway, i was organizing my pokemon cards yesterday when may texted me saying she couldn't focus on the middle school boyfs one-shot she was writing because it started raining, and she wanted to write a thing where it starts raining and michael and jeremy cuddle so,,,

i wrote it for her lmao

bless you guys, 160 followers??? weren't just at 100????

-becca