xp_logs | Miles & Bobby, Sunday morning

Inspired by the TMI Tuesday meme. Miles Morales and Bobby Drake starring in: Awkward Boners!

It was the weekend so of course Bobby let himself sleep in. When he finally woke up he rolled over to one side and saw that Miles's bed was empty. His roommate was already up and gone somewhere, leaving him alone in the room.

Bobby rolled back over and yawned, wondering what he was going to do with his day off until he looked down and remembered what he'd been dreaming about just before waking up. Sure, topless girls on rollerblades was kinda weird but it took all kinds.

The physical side effects of that dream were still present and, looking around once more to make sure Miles wasn't home, he reached in under his sheets, grabbed himself, and figured why not? It wasn't like he had to be up anytime soon anyway, so he laid back and made himself comfortable as the sheets around his groin began rhythmically moving up and down.

Unfortunately for Bobby, he wasn't actually alone. When Miles woke up twenty minutes earlier, all he'd seen on Bobby's bed was a clump of sheets, so he assumed that Bobby himself had, unusually for him, gotten up early and gone. This left Miles with time to take a hot, invigorating shower and, he hoped, a few minutes alone with his laptop and a bottle of hand lotion. Just the thought of some quality time got him excited.

So, clean and fresh, he entered his room and and triumphantly dropped the towel he'd wrapped around his waist. . . and froze in place when he realized that it wasn't as unoccupied as he'd expected.

With his concentration focused on the task at hand, Bobby didn't notice Miles's entrance at first. His hand movements were speeding up as his mind raced, and as he turned his head to one side to let out a groan his eyes opened and that's when he saw Miles. And, thanks to the lack of towel, he saw Miles.

"AH!" Bobby's hand stopped moving and he pulled both of his hands up out of the blankets but the tent was still pitched, so to speak. "Dude what the fuck you weren't here!" was all he could manage in the moment, not looking away for some reason which he'd probably later chalk up to shock because seriously what the hell?

Snapped back to reality and acutely aware of Bobby's eyes on him, Miles's hands went to cover his crotch and he vanished entirely from sight as his camo mode kicked in. The image of Bobby lazing in bed, his hand moving up and down the unexpectedly tall tent pole (Unexpectedly? Why did he even think that? He had never expected anything!), burned itself into his memory even as he turned away.

"I thought you weren't here, either! Where'd you even come from?"

"I didn't! I mean, I was sleeping and then I woke up and this..." It was then that he realized his state, so Bobby quickly summoned his powers to cool himself down, lowering the big top so to speak. He looked down to make sure that was taken care of, then looked back at where Miles and his hand had been before realizing oh shit, better look away again just in case.

"Wait dude why are you naked?" Was Becky visiting or something? No, not in the middle of the day, that didn't make sense.

The fallen towel appeared to float up of its own accord and unfurled before it disappeared under Miles's mutant cloak of invisibility. "Ay, I just came out of the shower and was gon. . . never mind 'and.' I don't shower in a bathing suit, you know. You shouldn't've been here."

"Hey I live here too y'know and I just woke up!" Bobby frowned, shifting in his bed to sit up while still remaining under the covers. "How was I supposed to know you were gonna come parading in here, waving your junk around all over the place or whatever?"

A dresser drawer opened, and a pair of boxer shorts came out like a flag being raised before also disappearing. A moment later, Miles reappeared by his bed, towel in hand and personal bits properly covered. His face was still flushed with embarrassment and, though he steadfastly refused to meet Bobby's eyes, found his gaze wandering to his roommate's bed.

"Can we just, like, pretend this never happened?" he petitioned Bobby. "And never ever tell anybody."

"Yeah, no, I'm cool with that," said Bobby, blinking as his roomie re-materialized. He didn't make eye contact either, scratching the back of his head as he looked around everything else in the entire room aside from Miles. "'Cause, like, nothing happened anyway, right? I mean... I had an itchy leg, you just had to get a shower, man, you just had a shower. Happens everyday, no big, no one's business."

Miles nodded rapidly in agreement. "Right. My towel slipped. No big. Happens to lots of people. I bet it happens to Bas and Stephen like every week, right?"

"Totally! I bet it's happening right now to them even." Well. Probably not, but still. "No big at all. I mean, not like that, y-you know, it, I just," Bobby coughed and then got out of bed, checking to make sure nothing revealing was visible first. "I just need to get a shower myself now, yeah. Make the morning woo- good. Good morning!"

"Take all the time you need, cumpa. Then I'll be outta here before you get back and you'll have the place all to yourself. Promise. For real."

"Sounds good Milesy!" Bobby grinned and grabbed his bath robe, throwing it on over his undershirt and boxers before heading for the door. He stopped once he got there and looked back over his shoulder. "I'll, uh, I'll knock before I come back in too. Just in case." Because yeah. Aaaaawkward.

That was the best idea Miles had heard all year. "Cool. I'll see you later." He waited for Bobby to leave, and when he heard the shower turn on, he all but jumped to his desk and turned on his computer.

As if he was going to let this unfortunate scenario get in his way.