Summary: For HelValkyrie; Mike definitely didn't expect Jeremy to react like this to something so simple. [JerMike]
Warnings; none
A commission for HelValkyrie. Part of her Fully Inked AU, I hope everyone enjoys!
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"So you ever gonna man up and, I dunno, actually do something with him?"
Mike jumped, glaring at Vincent as the man grinned back. "What?"
"Ya heard me. You're like a fucking nun couple, I've seen more outta middle schoolers that come in." He went on, adjusting his hat. "I dunno, I just guess since ya both ain't thirteen you'd do more than hold hands. Precious really."
"Oh I see. Stop acting like a jealous asshole." Mike said, rolling his eyes as he continued on his way.
He left the guard behind, stopping only when he nearly ran head first into Fredbear. Said animatronic gave him a look but allowed him to continue towards the back. He smiled gratefully and headed for the office, not surprised to find Scott and Jeremy.
"Heya Mike!" Scott greeted.
"Hey. You know you shouldn't leave Vincent out there on his own, right?" He asked, giving him a look. "I mean, he's clearly the best person to have out on his own and greeting people and all."
Jeremy snorted. "He's a fucking asshole and everyone knows it. No one takes him seriously. Anyway, come on. We're heading into the back room, I gotta work on Bonnie back there."
Mike frowned. Of course no one took him seriously, but that didn't help the indignantion he felt. Sighing, he nodded, following after Jeremy as he waved to Scott. The restaurant was mostly empty, they were close to closing. Only a few stray teenagers were at the arcade and though Mike had missed it coming in, Bonnie wasn't up on stage.
"What happened to him?"
"He wasn't opening his mouth right, so they want me to see what's wrong. Likely a loose screw is all." Jeremy shrugged. "I gave them all a talk too about their manners so you shouldn't have too many more problems."
Mike flushed, pulling on his hoodie. "Uh thanks. I mean, Fredbear let me in okay so..."
"I think that's cuz Spring likes you really. He thinks tattoos are like having a coloring book on your skin." The engineer snorted, grinning.
"Maybe sometime I'll give him some markers and let him try." The brunette smirked.
Bonnie was sitting on the table. Mike stayed back, giving his boyfriend room to move and get his tools. The bunny robot was either turned off or had nothing to say, since he didn't move around or try to talk as Jeremy opened up his mouth and began using a flashlight to try and spot the problem.
"Hmm, definitely feeling a snag...so Vincent was being an asshole when you came in?"
Mike sighed. "Yeah. I seriously think he's pissed off we're dating or something, he's like...always right there. I might have to fistfight him for your affections."
"I think you kinda already won. I've known the dick six years and I'd sooner remove the rest of my brain than date him." Jeremy mumbled.
The artist laughed. He continued watching Jeremy as the blond worked, a frown slowly making its way on to his face. What Vincent said was true though...he and Jeremy didn't do anything. They went on plenty of dates and they were affectionate but...they didn't really kiss. Mostly just pecks on the cheek. Jeremy never tried anything more than that and Mike wasn't one to push.
Maybe it wasn't even anything? It wasn't like they'd discussed it. After all, they were both two grown men. Sighing, Mike lightly pulled on his snake bites as Jeremy finally pulled away from Bonnie.
"There. That work?"
The bunny blinked, opening and closing his mouth. "That's better. Thanks Jeremy."
The blond nodded. "Good, now get. Scott's likely with the others."
The animatronic left, pausing only to wave at Mike. Well that was a positive sign. At least the robot didn't outright glare at him like Freddy did. Feeling relieved, he watched as Jeremy got his tools together. For some reason, an idea popped into his head.
"Easy enough." Mike said, smiling.
Jeremy sighed. "Yeah, fucking thankfully. These assholes have the worst record with this shit, I swear..."
He turned. Mike hesitated before leaning forward, pecking Jeremy on the lips. He did it only briefly, but he noticed that the blond had stiffened up instantly. Pulling away, he noticed that Jeremy was frowning.
"The fuck was that?"
Mike blinked, confused as the other glared at him. "Huh? Uh, I thought I'd be spontaneous?"
"We haven't done this for a reason! Fucking christ Mike." Jeremy snarled, trembling as he turned away and paced the room. "What the fuck made you think it'd be okay?"
"Because we've been dating for a few months, if you had said anything I never would've-"
"I thought it was fucking clear by us never doing it!" Jeremy snapped.
"No, I thought you were taking it slow! If it was a problem, you should've said something." Mike argued, baffled. The hell was going on here?
"I should've said something about you assaulting me?"
Mike bristled slightly. "Assautled? We kissed! We do it all the time! If this was something that legit bothered you you could've told me. I thought that was the whole point of communication!"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair when Jeremy refused to look at him, still shaking. "Okay, fine. Picture's perfectly clear okay?"
Making sure he had his things, he quickly left. He began shaking himself. What the hell was that? A part of him was pissed. If something like a kiss was such a huge tripping point for Jeremy, he should've said something. He'd never push him, and he'd understand. But the other part of him felt guilty. He'd only even thought of it because of Vincent's teasing.
"Mike?" Fritz called after him as he stormed out of the pizzaria. He didn't even hear him.
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The next time they saw one anothera few days later, Mike knew was an accident. Jeremy had friends besides him at the tattoo parlor, and it had never been a problem with him popping in before. But Mike was at the counter when he ducked in, both of them freezing. The sting was still there; the irrational annoyance that Jeremy distrusted him so much and the fear that he was here to break it off.
"...hey?" Mike greeted hesitantly.
Jeremy glanced away briefly. "Hi." He then turned around and left without another word.
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Mike didn't see Jeremy again until a week later. He was getting some take out at a restaurant, waiting for his order to be ready when he spotted the blond. He was sitting with Scott and the pair were talking. Not wanting to be noticed, he quickly looked away and pretended not to see them. He didn't want to put Scott in the middle of anything.
They called him up and he grabbed his bag, ready to hurry out back home. He sighed. Things were so weird and he had no idea what Jeremy was thinking or what they were going to do but he knew he didn't want to deal with it now and especially in public.
"Mike? Hey, how are you?"
He almost sighed. Of course Scott saw him. He turned, smiling despite his annoyance. "Hey. I'm fine..."
Scott grinned back. "Good. We've been missing you coming over to visit. It's even gotten to the point where Freddy asked where you've been."
"That's not like him." Mike replied awkwardly. Didn't Scott know what was going on between him and Jeremy?
"You want to join us? Got out a bit early today, though it sounds like they're making me go back in. Vincent apparently got written up for something, you never know with him."
"Sorry, I need to get home. I just got out of work and I'm tired." The younger man said.
"Scott, go bother someone else. He's worked all day." Jeremy cut in, looking irritable.
Scott laughed. "Right right. See ya soon, Mike."
He headed back to the booth. Mike shifted, not sure what to say. Dare he just keep it simple and say hi? Not say anything? He obviously shouldn't just leave, he didn't want Jeremy thinking he was upset.
"Don't forget your sauce, you never eat that shit without it." Jeremy said before he turned and left back to the booth as well.
Mike watched him go, sighing. He finally grabbed said sauces and headed out, feeling empty.
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The artist had just gotten home a few days later. He yawned, throwing his hoodie on to a chair and headed for the kitchen. He was hungry and he was exhausted. They'd been ridiculously busy today at the shop and his fingers were sore.
He itched slightly at a tattoo when someone knocked. He paused. Who was that? The only person that usually visited him was his mom. Is wasn't her, she usually called before coming over. Sighing, he slammed the fridge closed and walked over.
"You trying to rob me you picked the wrong guy." He called as he opened the door.
He froze when Jeremy snorted. "I hope you always answer the door like that."
"Uh...hey. What're you doing here?" Mike greeted nervously.
"Thought I'd come see how you're doing. Bonnie and Chica keep asking what I did, and Freddy keeps giving vague hints about getting over a breakup even though I explained we haven't." The blond smirked. "You gonna let me in?"
"Ah, right."
He step aside, letting Jeremy in before relocking the door. He watched as the other looked around before sitting on his couch. Not sure what to do or say, Mike wandered over and sat next to him, making sure that there was enough room between them.
"I'm going to call for take out, you want the usual?" Jeremy asked, pulling out his phone. "I need something besides fucking pizza. We had a contest between who cooked the best and Fritz and I ate the leftovers. Lasted a good week. I see another pizza again in the next year I might throw up-"
"Jeremy." Mike gently cut in. The engineer looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I...I'm sorry. About what happened. I shouldn't have reacted like that when you were upset. And I should've said it sooner but I was worried you were mad or if you needed some space."
Jeremy sighed. "It's behind us."
"No, I want to understand. I want to make sure I don't ever do something like that again." Mike argued.
"I really don't like having this conversation-"
"Then let's make sure we never need it again."
Hesitating he took Jeremy's hand. The other frowned, green eyes glancing around nervously before he reluctantly looked at Mike. "I don't...I'm not a fan. Of the whole...affection thing. I mean, touching like this? That's one thing. It's a whole 'nother when you get into shit like kissing."
"Then we won't." Mike said easily.
"You make it sound easy." He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"It is easy. You don't like it, we don't do it. Like I said, dating is supposed to be about communication. So, are you going to call for something to eat or not? I'm starving here."
The blond huffed as he grabbed his phone. "Dick. Whatever. You're not getting shit now, you're sitting there while I eat it all."
"Or maybe I'll just take all of yours."
"I'd like to see you try, razorface." Jeremy shot at him.
Mike snorted. "Razorface?"
"It's what Foxy calls you behind your back."
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I hope you enjoyed! We always need some JerMike in our lives.
MRIMO
