how could this happen? [expensive headphones- bmc]

oof sorry this took so long to get out TwT
ive been writing it over the course of like three days and it's still really short so uh... sorry guys

tw :~: spicayyyy~

wc :~: 480

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weird third person pov??

Michael looked up at Jake, his eyes wide. "H-hey, Jake!" He greeted, his face still red. He heard Rich snicker quietly behind him.

Jake walked closer and chuckled softly. "You guys okay?" He asked, grabbing his beanbag and dragging it over. He tossed his things, and Jeremy's things, over to the side and plopped down. Jeremy sat on his lap and cuddled him, smiling softly.

"Y-yeah, we're fine!" Michael squeaked. At the same time, Rich said, "I guess." He liked hiding his lisp around the other two, for they teased him about it sometimes.

"So, what's first for the night?" Jake asked, prompting for them to start the sleepover.

For the rest of the day, with snack breaks, the guys played video games and whatever guys do at sleepovers.

Around midnight, when Michael's moms had fallen asleep, Jeremy suggested to get high.

Of course they all agreed.

They did the usually routine, but instead they got a little too high.

Jake and Jeremy fell asleep cuddling while Michael and Rich started talking.

"Wait wait wait- tho if Thor wath touching the hammer, would anyone elthe be able to pick it up?" Rich asked, looking at Michael.

"Probably not?" Michael squeaked out, his voice going up an octave as he said "not".

"Mk..." Rich muttered. "Hey, I have an idea." He waited for Michael to look up at him. Rich leaned over and kissed him again.

Thing is, both of them are high. They probably won't remember this. So thats why Rich did it.

Michael squeaked softly before kissing back, wrapping his arms around Rich's neck.

Rich got comfortable, putting his arms around Michael's waist. He gently moved over so he was on top of Michael on the beanbag.

Rich smirked softly through the kiss as he heard a quiet moan from Michael.

Michael pulled away, panting softly. "Rich we... we can't do this. N-not yet," Michael whispered softly.

Rich pouted for a moment before nodding. "Can we at leatht cuddle?" He asked, smiling.

Michael nodded, smiling and pulling him close. "We can just say it was a accident," he mumbled before falling asleep.

~~~~~ whoosh timeskip ~~~~~~

Michael woke up to a loud squeal, opening his eyes and squealing as well.

"W-why wath I thleeping on you?" Rich asked, panting quietly. His eyes were wide, as he sat on the ground, looking up at Michael.

"I-I don't know! H-how high were we??" Michael squeaked out

Rich shrugged, getting off the ground. He laid on the beanbag and looked at the other two. "They will never hear about this," he whispered softly, laying down.

Michael nodded before standing up. "I'm gonna go start making us some food," he muttered, walking up the stairs.

Rich sighed softly and buried his face in the beanbag. "Three more days with him. Let's hope nothing else happens," he muttered, curling into a ball.