At Camp Crystal Lake
Jason Voorhees crept quietly behind his boyfriend, Michael Myers, trying so hard not to giggle like a little girl.
'snap' was the only sound heard in the night as Michael whooped around and caught Jason in the act.
Both Michael and Jason stared at each other in awkwardness. Oh how bad Michael wanted to scold Jason,
But he couldn't talk. He felt so pissed.
Well, Michael wasn't the only one that was pissed about that. Jason at times would stomp his large foot in anger as he couldn't talk. There are times where he felt like he needed to talk for something. It wasn't fair, but that's just how they were brought up.
Tough
Jason was mentally scolding himself for not paying attention on to what his large feet was stepping on now he got caught and he could tell that Michael was so pissed. Whoops.
Both boys stared at each other for a second more before Jason waved sheepishly at Michael. Michael sighed in frustration, grabbed Jason and planted a small kiss on his mask, where his lips would be. Michael could've sworn he heard Jason giggle as he pulled away.
Michael stood lamely and watched as Jason's shoulders shook up and down in a rhythmic gesture. Knowing that for a fact, Jason was laughing.
Michael huffed, turned around and stalked towards Jason's old cabin but not before Jason ran in front of him and pulled him in for another masked kiss. Jason pulled away and smiled under his mask, knowing that Michael was smiling too.
The two lovers embraced and walked hand in hand back to Jason's cabin but stopped abruptly as they heard a sound of a car parking in the entrance. Both men huffed angrily, heading towards the vehicle as Michael brought out his large knife and Jason brought out his long machete. Can't they have their time in peace?
LOL what did I just make? THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION STORY! I hope you all liked it even though it was short :3
Thank you guys so much for reading! I'll try post more soon! Bye!