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"J-Jeremy!" Jeremy flinched as his name was called, he recognized the call of Michael and he covered his mouth, attempting at muffling his sobs, he failed. A single squeak emerged from his lips, further notifying Michael of his existence. He was currently huddles in a ball, leaning against the wall of the arcade and a Pac-Man machine that was plugged into it. He couldn't help himself, he just couldn't, "M-Michael!" He shrieked out. He didn't want Michael to leave...he wanted Michael to find him...He wanted Michael. He needed Michael. Jeremy shut his eyes tight and held his legs to his chest. A few instants later, Michael came bounding down the isle of games, practically collapsing in front of Jeremy.

Without a word, the boy pulled Jeremy into his lap and started planting kisses all over his face. Jeremy couldn't help but let out a small giggle-squeak, though the tears still continued to run down his cheeks.

"J-Jer! What the hel- heck  were you thinking?" Michael attempted at be as gentle as possible, his voice cracking.

Jeremy shook his head and buried his face in the chest of Michael's hoodie.

Michael sighed, pressing his face to Jeremy's head and letting out a sigh of relief before tipping Jeremy's face up by the chin, looking him in the eye.

Jeremy tried to look anywhere but Michael's gaze, but it was inevitable and he frowned in defeat, met with glazed eyes that were round with worry and sadness; he felt a lump of guilt form in his throat.

"Jeremy...Jerbear...never...never ever, ever  do that again, alright? You gave me a literal heart-attack- almost- I slipped and trekked through a blizzard for ya' bud, I love you but don't make me do that next time- no, no next time." Michael pressed his forehead to Jeremy's.

Jeremy felt heat creep through his skin as embarrassment and guilt flooded through him intensely, "Y-You still love me...?" Jeremy's voice was a practical whisper.

Michael withdrew from Jeremy's face to look at him with a warm smile, "Would I have scraped up my hands, ass, and knees for someone I didn't love?" Michael chuckled.

Jeremy let out a small squeak, whipping his eyes, though he found it hard to control his tear-ducts, he wiggled out of Michael's lap and grabbed his hands, immediately pulling off the leather-gloves that covered Michael's hands and throwing them aside, pressing kisses to all the raw skin, then turning the hands over and kissing the back of them. Once he was finished with those scraps he grabbed the hem of Michael's jeans and rolled them up, leaning down to kiss his knees.

Michael let out a small giggle, "Honestly Jer, I'm fine."

Jeremy placed one last kiss on his right knee before rolling the pant-legs back down, "No. You're hurt." he pouted, flopping back into Michael's lap.

"What, no kiss for my ass?"

Jeremy's face turned bright red, "M-Michael!"

"I'm kidding~"

"If I had said yes, that wouldn't have been your response."

"...Whatever."

Jeremy slowly got up and held out his hand for Michael, "Come on."

Michael grinned and grabbed his hand, however, rather than standing up, he pulled Jeremy back down, holding him bridal-style on the floor, pressing another kiss to his head, resulting in yet another squeak, "I just got you back after thinking I might never see you again, Jer. I'm going to spend more than just a few minutes holding you."

Jeremy couldn't contain the smile that spread widely across his face, "Y-You could carry my home if you want to." He blushed sheepishly.

"I love you, Jer, but my knees don't love me that much." Michael booped his nose gently against Jeremy's.

Jeremy smiled, "I don't deserve that anyway..."

"Come on Jer..."

"No. Seriously Micha... I nearly up and left you right there...and...I said..."

"...I know what you said..." Michael murmured.

"I didn't mean I think Michael I swear..."

Michael sighed, "I know Jer, I know...It's not fair..."

"I've hurt you so much..." Jeremy's voice cracked.

"Ya' know...I won't deny that."

Jeremy looked a bit surprised at Michael's admittance.

"However," Michael continued, "I've hurt you too, Jer- plus, I don't think either of us are normal," He half-smiled, "I'm pretty sure not a lot of people cry for each other as much a we do."

Jeremy's face turned a darker shade of red, "W-well does it make a difference that we're gay?" Jeremy chuckled.

"Jeremy. We both have SA." Michael shook his head.

"Don't you mean...S...gay...?" Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows hopelessly.

Michael flicked him lightly on the head, "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but so are you~"

"I guess that's why we're drawn to each other, huh? We both like retro-shit, got a pac-man tattoo~" Michael pressed their wrists together, connecting the matching skin-tones, "Now come on, we'd better be getting home."

"...Home..." Jeremy muttered in a tone of disgust.

"...Your dad..." Michael voiced Jeremy's realization.

Jeremy took in a shaky breath, "I think I'm ready."

[End of 'Runaway']