I see your Jeremy giving Gavin piggy back rides and raise you drunk/exhausted Michael just collapsing onto Jeremy and when Jeremy tries to make him move all Michael can mumble out, because of course he's about to pass out, is "You're strong, you carry me". Cue Jeremy carrying a sleeping Michael through the base to his bed every god damn time.
This is too cute!!!
Jeremy's just in the living room, replaying Spyro for the ???th time and minding his own business, when Michael comes stumbling up the stairs. Being gone for some job he got sent out on that took too much brain power, plus the long ass drive back, makes for him faceplanting onto Jeremy's chest the moment he sees him.
"Michael, man, I was-" but Michael is literally already asleep. It's a miracle he made it home at all. Jeremy still has some use of his controller, and he's content to let Michael nap on him until he's finished.
That, as it turns out, takes about 20 minutes, and then hes gently shaking Michael awake. Michael, who is perfectly happy where he is, thank you very much.
"Michael, hey, come on. You gotta get to bed."
"Mm. I am." He mumbles.
"No, you're laying on me. I'm not bed." It's hard to be mad when half-asleep Michael is so goddamn adorable.
"Ugh. Fine." But he doesn't move away, just clings a little tighter to Jeremy. "You're strong. Carry me."
"You're strong too, dude. You can carry yourself. I believe in you."
"Mhm." He swipes half heartedly at Jeremy's arm. "You're stronger. Please."
And fuck him if it's not the quiet little please that absolutely melts him. "Alright, sure, I'll carry you. But you gotta let me get up first."
Michael pulls back just enough to allow Jeremy to move, before collapsing right back down on the couch with a mumbled "I'll fuckin...get...get you up."
"Whatever you say, man." Jeremy cant help the smile. Even half asleep Michael's got shit to say. He picks him up as carefully as he can, one arm under his legs and the other wrapped around his back. Michael's head immediately falls to his shoulder, and he makes a contented noise.
It's a short distance to Michael's room, and the door is already open, thank christ. He deposits Michael into the bed as softly as he can. Before he can leave, Michael grabs his wrist. Not hard, nowhere near tight enough to keep him there, but just enough to make it clear what he wants.
And now Michael is looking up at him through fluttering eyelashes, and dammit Jeremy is only so strong. "Uh. Sure." He slips into the bed, wrangling the blankets enough to actually cover them. Michael rolls into him, firmly faceplanted onto his chest again.
He mumbles a final quiet "thank you." And then he's asleep.
It seems they always do this, find gentle, quiet comfort in each other. Don't take it any farther. Just grateful to have someone to sleep beside, to hold on nights like these. Who knows, maybe one day they'll really explore the feelings that sit just on the edges of these moments. Maybe they'll figure it out, do it right. Stop making excuses and just allow themselves to want one another.
For now, though, they have this. And Jeremy's gotta admit, it's a pretty damn good thing to have.