Ready Player One

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[First thing Michael notices is that his ass isn't planted in the beanbag chair he fell asleep in. What is being a senior for other than late night video game benders with your best friend in the world, right? Yeah.

Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.

A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.

Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]

Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.

[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]

Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!

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And so quickly! I had no idea my venom was so potent~

[He giggles, leaning in to very gently kiss Rich's blushing cheek, moving in close so he can put a hand on Rich's waist and lift the other two to the side. Silly fake ballroom dancing is go.]

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It's extremely potent! I'll probably get hives and perish within the week.

[He flushes just a little darker as he's kissed on the cheek, but starts up the ballroom style dancing anyways. He tries to lead, unless Michael starts stumbling, in which case he'll try his best to follow.]

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Oh no! That's barely any time to enjoy the results of my corruption! I'll have to kiss you at least once a minute.

[Michael grins through his blush, playing along but also a little nervous.

He lets Rich start to lead, adjusting his body to fit more with following. So that's how it's gonna be, huh? It's hard not to see this as a metaphor, but Michael tells his brain to shush.]

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Well then I'm sorely overdue for some smooching!

[Kiss him, you big gay loser. Rich pulls Michael in close so they can do the classic, teacher-frowned-upon method of slow dancing.]

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Oh, shoot!

[Michael grins, letting Rich pull him in close until their bodies practically press together. He has a flash of memory from prom, and flashlights being trained on them. But there aren't any chaperones here. Just two silly gay teenagers who can do whatever they want.

So Michael leans down to kiss Rich again, tender like last time, but with a little more press to it.]

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[Fucking PTA members, ruining everyone's fun and queerness. At least now they have nothing in the way. Rich makes a soft, almost inaudible sound into the kiss. Fuck, this boy is obviously from his future. He knows just how to kiss Rich in the ways that drive him nuts.]

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[Nobody watching, nothing to be ashamed of, and nobody to interrupt. Unless someone comes walking down the hallway, but they're more likely than not to just leave.

Michael is rather enjoying having this upper hand on Rich, knowing how he likes being kissed already. He feels like he can sweep Rich off his feet and that's fun. He pulls back from the kiss with a smug little smile.]

Maybe I won't mind this weird castle so much after all...

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[The coast is clear for now at least. And Rich isn't worried about most of the strangers here. Not that there's room to worry, with how dizzy Michael is making him. He's wearing the goofiest little grin on his face when Michael pulls away. God. He's melting. His knees are buckling.]

I think this place suddenly got a whole lot better...