I haven't written smut in ages it's so weird to do it again. I really hope I haven't lost my knack cause that would be weird.
[wow I'm halfway through writing this and oh my god s m u t is so weird I'm so uncomfortable but fuck it I love the title of this chapter so I'm publishing it. Sasha, if you're reading this, please don't judge me for writing gay porn]

Now. Who else loves hate sex? can't just be me

Also, after the thirty years I have had this book, I still haven't decided who's taller and it's stressing me out.

(Who should be taller p l e a s e h e l p m e)

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"Jesus mother of kinkyfUCKING CHRIST WOULD YOU JUST STOP WITH THE PEN CLICKING ALREADY!"

Michael head snaps over to Jeremy, his thumb mid click. His eyes narrow on the other boy, who sits at the desk, eyes wild and hair a mess.

Micheal lifts his thumb from his pen.

click

"for fUCKS SAKE!" Jeremy slams his palms on his desk, pushing the chair out. He storms over to the kings sized bed- where Micheal sits innocently doing the assignment. He snatches the pen out of his rivals hand, and hurls it out of the open bedroom window.

"What the shit, Heere?!" Michael exclaims, jumping from the bed and rushing to the window.

"It's bad enough I'm paired with you for this fucking assignment. I don't need that stupid fucking pen drilling into my soul" Jeremy snaps sitting back at his desk, and resuming his work.

Micheal looks at Jeremy.
Then back out the window.
Then back at Jeremy.
Then back out the window.

"I can't believe" he states, "that you threw my pen out the window"

"Fucking deal with it" Jeremy says through gritted teeth, not looking up from his sheets and sheets of paper.

Micheal glares at him. Emotion pumps through his veins like adrenaline.
"I fucking hate you, Jeremy Heere"

"Good. Cause I fucking hate you too" Jeremy states, monotone.

This sparks something in Micheal. This bubbling feeling reaches from his head to the tips of his fingers and the bases of his feet.
Micheal steps over to the desk, palm outstretched.

Jeremy looks at the palm, slowly looking up to his rivals face. He raises an eyebrow.
"You want a high five or something?"

"I want a pen"

"Excuse me?"

"You threw my pen out the window, and I don't have another one. So, you're going to give me one"

Jeremy scoffs.
"No"

"No?"

"No" jeremy stands up, turning to face Micheal. Oh shit, he really didn't think this through. There's barely three inches between him and Micheal. He can feel his breath on on lips, as Micheals dark eyes bore into his own.

"You were going to town on clicking that pen. You don't deserve another one" Jeremy says.

Michael steps forward. Another bad idea. His chests bumps with Jeremy briefly, but now there's less than an inch between them.

"Dangerous fucking territory, Heere" Micheal says through gritted teeth.

Jeremy straightens up, trying to stare Micheal down. It's hard to act intimidating when all you can focus on is the hot breath on your lips and the sexual tension that has been plaguing you all day.

His eyes flit down to Micheals lips, only for a second. Okay maybe longer than a second. And Micheal definitely notices. Jeremys eyes meet his again, his pupils fucking huge.

"You want me to give you a pen?" Jeremy threatens, lowering his voice to a whisper; "Make me"

So that's a yes.
Without hesitation, Micheal grabs Jeremy's face, and pulls him into a heated kiss. No seconds are wasted. Jeremy's hands wrap around Micheals neck, pulling him closer. Micheals hands quickly travel down to Jeremy's ass (as we all know Micheal is an ass man).

The kiss deepens, getting hotter by the second. Micheal starts backing Jeremy up. The back of his knees knock against the edge of his bed, and Micheal doesn't hesitate to push him flat against the bed. Jeremy is pinned down, Micheal holding down one of his wrists with his other hand on his cheek.

They pull back for a minute, staring into each others eyes.

"What the fuck is happening?" Micheal asks, breathless.

Jeremy just shrugs, never breaking eye contact.
"This is probably a bad idea"

"An awful idea" Micheal agrees.

Their eyes flick down to each other's lips.

"Its a pretty good bad idea, though" Jeremy says quickly.

"Oh yeah"

They immediately devour each others lips (A/N why does that sound so wrong). Jeremy fumbles with the zipper of Micheals hoodie, eager to tear it off him. Before they know it, both of them are naked from the waist up. Jeremy grabs at his waist, tugging at his trousers. Micheal chuckles against Jeremys lips.

"Not yet" He smirks.

Jeremy mutters something under his breath along the lines of "for fucks sake". Michael rolls them over, so Jeremy is on top. Jeremy sits up so he's straddling the other boys waist and dick. Michael pulls down the zipper of Jeremys pants. He takes the hint, and gets off Micheals body for a second so he can tear them off, leaving him in only his boxers. Michael sits up, pulling Jeremy back onto his lap.

Staring deep into his eyes, he creeps his hand into Jeremys boxers. Jeremy gasps as Micheal grabs his dick, gently pumping up and down. He sucks in a breath as Micheal slowly gets faster.

"F-fuck foreplay . . . . Jesus Christ . . . are we g-gonna fuuuuuuuuck or are you gonna- oh shit ah~ keep jerking me off?" Jeremy's attempt at sounding tough and, well, like a top fails as he gasps and moans in pleasure.

"Fine" Micheal growls.

He takes his hand out of Jeremy's boxers, flipping them around so he's on top. He tears off both of their boxers, and that's when Jeremy notices that Micheal is fucking h u n g. He swallows.

"You don't want foreplay? You don't want a warmup? You don't want preparation? Fine. You won't get any"

Micheal aligns his dick, and slides into Jeremy surprisingly slowly. He was expecting an immediate fast and rough pace. But Micheal takes his time sliding in, even stopping at points to let Jeremy adjust. This is was too sweet and caring for hate sex.

But all that sweet sweet love making ends when Micheal is finally all the way in. He smirks (and oh boy does Jeremy love that smirk) before pulling out and slamming back into Jeremy.

He winces, pain sparking through his body. Either Micheal doesn't notice or doesn't care. He slams into Jeremy again, moving at an impossibly fast pace. The pain is soon replaced by pleasure. Sweet sweet pleasure that Jeremy has never experienced before.

"Oh fuck Micheal~" he gasps.

"Wait" Micheal growls.

He pulls out of Jeremy who whimpers, before flipping the bottom around so he's lying on his stomach. He fucks him again, over and over until Jeremy let's out an intense cry.

"JESUS FUCKING FUCK!" He screams, thankful that his dad isn't home.

"There we go"
Micheal keeps hitting that spot over and over, as Jeremy groans and gasps underneath him. He can feel the buildup in his stomach like a tight knot.

"Jeremy" Micheal says.

He's so close he can feel it.

"Jeremy?"

"JEREMY!"

Jeremy shots up. He scrunches his eyes tight before opening them with a yawn. He's not naked. He's fully clothed in fact. Micheal (Who is also fully dressed) is lying across his bed, surrounded by books and pages. In his hand, is a pen.

Jeremy rubs his eyes. He's at his desk. He's not naked. Why isn't he naked?

"Dude what happened?" Jeremy asks groggily.

"You fell asleep you asshole, that's what" Micheal snaps, rolling his eyes.

Jeremy's eyes go wide. He did not seriously fall asleep and have a wet dream about Micheal, did he? No way. That didn't happen. Not a chance. Even if his dick is still hard against his jeans.

Micheal raises an eyebrow at Jeremy, who looks like he's on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

"You're such a fucking weirdo" he says, lookinf back down at his work and pushing down on his pen.

click

Jeremy's head snaps over to him. Micheal clicks the pen again, not paying heed.

click

"Dude" Jeremy says.

Micheal doesn't look at him.

click

"Jesus mother of kinkyfucking christ would you just stop with the pen clicking already" He says with a smirk.

Micheal looks up at him, narrowing his eyes.

click

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Damn it has been a minute since I write smut. I hope this doesn't totally suck and I hope you all clean your souls. I'll edit this later I promise.

Now. Get a drink. It's been a while

- Avery