Miles & Bobby, Thursday night
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xp_logsMiles gets a little too excited when he celebrates Bobby's birthday with him. Sexual content warning.
Despite no less than three magic demon realm abductions since October, Miles had survived his freshman year of college. Most of his time this summer was spent working at the construction company his father worked for started ("To gain some character, do something with your hands instead of sitting in front of a calculator all day," as his father had said to him), but Miles was making the most of his free time.
Which today meant making out with Bobby. What better way to celebrate Bobby's twentieth birthday, anyway?
Bobby couldn't have agreed more, especially at the precise motion, what with being in the middle of said making out and all. It wasn't something that he'd had much experience with before he'd started dating Miles, but it was getting easier and easier the more they practiced, something on which they were both eager to work.
He was still learning just where to place his hands, for example, and readjusted them behind Miles' back as they kissed, hoping he wasn't spoiling the mood or anything.
As it was, a year-long dry spell meant there was not much Bobby could do wrong, as far as Miles was concerned. But that aside, the pair seemed to find each other's sweet spots pretty quickly: Bobby's hands on Miles's back and shoulders, Miles's on Bobby's waist, their lips unbreaking, their tongues locked in erotic combat. Miles almost had to break their contact when that metaphor occurred to him. He had clearly been too involved in that lit class he took last term.
Emboldened by Bobby's response to him, Miles decided to try another step forward, and one hand carefully slipped up Bobby's t-shirt, gently caressing his cool, bare skin. He was glad their eyes were both closed, or else Bobby would have seen just how much Miles enjoyed the touch.
While he couldn't see with his eyes closed, or speak with his tongue otherwise occupied, Bobby hummed his approval at Miles' roaming hands. He was normally a wee bit ticklish, but in his current state it didn't affect him that way in the least.
His instincts told him he should reply in kind; just how to accomplish that wasn't quite as obvious. As a result, he lowered his hands further down Miles' back and, not wanting to simply copy his boyfriend's gesture by going under his own shirt, he slid them to the waist of his pants, then went even lower. At the last second he chickened out and didn't slide his fingers inside his waistband, but he did grab a hold of Miles' bottom outside his pants, squeezing his hands slightly.
Miles reminded himself he was not a virgin. None of this way new, per se, just a new partner and a guy instead of a girl. So this was really rehashing old territory. Still, he felt the hairs on his arms stand up when Bobby's hands roamed south, and a familiar alarm rang in his head. But no danger was apparent. They were secured in their dorm, on Bobby's bed, the doors closed and locked. Nothing could possibly get to them.
Except, of course, Miles's own libido. His spider-sense was not warning him on impending doom. At least nothing external. Rather, it tried to attune him to his own body, and he did not realize what it was until it happened.
He moaned into Bobby's mouth, his body shook, and his eyes snapped open when he felt what happened. "Oh jesus fuck, no," he managed to verbalize, pulling his lips far enough away from Bobby to speak.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Bobby didn't know exactly what he'd done, but he had a feeling that it wasn't good, or at least it was certainly surprising. He pulled his hands up and away from Miles, raising them almost above his head in a gesture of surrender. "I wasn't sure where to go and just, yeah. My bad, dude." Maybe Miles was ticklish himself or something, or he just didn't like people touching his butt, he had no idea. Hopefully it'd be ok.
"No, no, it's okay," Miles said huskily. He could not meet Bobby's eyes, though, and his hands briefly vanished from sight before he fought against involuntary camo mode. "I just, um . . . I think you found a, uh, a sweet spot. Heh."
"Oh, heh," Bobby said, not quite getting it. After thinking about it for another beat or two, he got it. "Oh. Oh." He didn't have a camo mode that he could activate, but if he could disappear he probably would've had to fight off that instinct as well. "Damn, man, I... yeah." On one hand, it wasn't a bad thing to do... do that, not really, but on the other it wasn't supposed to happen like that. Or at least he assumed it wasn't, what with his lack of experience and all that.
Regardless of whether it was supposed to go down like that or not, it was still awkward, and if he didn't know what to do with his hands before, Bobby definitely didn't know what to do with them now.
"Sorry, that's . . . that's never happened to me before," Miles reassured, though whether that was for his own sake or Bobby's, he could not say. He had to save face with someone, though. He blinked out of sight again for a second, and when he reappeared, he put his own hands on his lap to cover the wet spot on his gym shorts. He really should have known to wear something thicker and less revealing. What had he been thinking?
"It's ok, totally." It'd never happened to him either, but in fairness to Milesy he'd never had his boyfriend's hands where Bobby's had been just a few short moments ago either. He looked down and readjusted his shirt, giving Miles some privacy while he covered the affected area.
"Maybe you should take a shower or something, that'd be cool with me." If it was him, he'd want to get cleaned up or whatever. "I mean, by yourself," Bobby clarified, "not that I wouldn't want to, y'know. But that'd be." He struggled to find the right words. Weird? No. Moving too quickly? Not after what just happened. "Awkward, maybe? I dunno." Words were hard.
"No. Yeah. Right. I'll just, um . . ." Miles vanished again, reappearing a few seconds later at his dresser, where he grabbed the first things he could before hopping into the bathroom. He groaned loudly when he undressed and assessed the damage, so loudly it could be heard from the other side of the closed door.
He made quick work of his clean-up. He actually spent more time ordering himself not to bang his head against the wall. Much more likely to break the tile than hurt himself and relieve his frustration, anyway.
He was out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, now in a pair of chino's and a tank top. He hesitated to step into the room, though; the distance between him and Bobby a levy to hold back the tidal wave of humiliation. "You wouldn't be able to turn back time or anything, would you?" he asked, hoping a lame joke like that would mollify things.
Bobby studied the ceiling intensely, especially after the sound of groaning came from the other side of the door. Was he still... nah, that's not how that works, right? At least it had never lasted that long when he, uh, was by himself. He shook his head and looked for something else to study, and was gazing at the floor when Miles reemerged.
"Hah, I wish," he joked in automatic response. "Not that it was bad or anything, or something that we'd need to turn back time for, or, like." His hands flailed for a minute before he decided on a better tact. "Wait, what were we talking about again? I don't remember anything happening, huh. It's all good, bro."
Though his heart still pounded like a jackhammer in his chest, Bobby's willingness to forget and move on brought enough relief that Miles could at least return to the bed, although he still kept a couple feet between the two of them. "That actually made my spider-sense go off. Like, I thought I was in danger 'cuz of you. Consider that high praise from my subconscious."
"Oh wow, really?" He wasn't quite sure how to take that, because he didn't want to be a threat to his boyfriend, but the fact that he could get Miles worked up so much was a good thing too, kinda, wasn't it? "Sorry dude, I'll try not to do that again, unless that's what we're doing for, because then the spider-y stuff shouldn't go off?" And now Bobby was thinking about doing stuff like that again and oh god. Maybe they should just play with the Switch again and think about something else instead, yes.
Miles shrugged. "I dunno, it's wasn't bad, it was kind of . . . exciting? Like, it gives me this big adrenaline rush that's usually to save my life." Now that he thought about it, had this whole thing been intentional, it probably would have been one of the best he ever had. Dammit, biology was ruining everything. "Um, but, like, obviously I, uh, liked what you were doing. It's okay when you . . . with the hands down there."
"That's good then, because, yeah. It was okay for me too, and would be if it was..." He stopped short of saying that, hey, he'd be alright with that too, but Bobby would be. Or so he thought, because he hadn't actually had that done to him. Would he react the same way Miles did? Which was okay but still, he'd probably be embarrassed too. Why was all this stuff so difficult?
"You wanna go get a burger?" Miles suggested. They should do other things with their mouths. That way, no more embarrassment, and no more talking. "My treat for the birthday boy."
"Oh man, yes please," Bobby agreed. A change in subjects that also helped temporarily fill the bottomless void that was his stomach was a win-win in his books. "Only if we can get milkshakes too though," he qualified as he got to his feet. "And fries." Because why not?
"I mean, duh."
Despite no less than three magic demon realm abductions since October, Miles had survived his freshman year of college. Most of his time this summer was spent working at the construction company his father worked for started ("To gain some character, do something with your hands instead of sitting in front of a calculator all day," as his father had said to him), but Miles was making the most of his free time.
Which today meant making out with Bobby. What better way to celebrate Bobby's twentieth birthday, anyway?
Bobby couldn't have agreed more, especially at the precise motion, what with being in the middle of said making out and all. It wasn't something that he'd had much experience with before he'd started dating Miles, but it was getting easier and easier the more they practiced, something on which they were both eager to work.
He was still learning just where to place his hands, for example, and readjusted them behind Miles' back as they kissed, hoping he wasn't spoiling the mood or anything.
As it was, a year-long dry spell meant there was not much Bobby could do wrong, as far as Miles was concerned. But that aside, the pair seemed to find each other's sweet spots pretty quickly: Bobby's hands on Miles's back and shoulders, Miles's on Bobby's waist, their lips unbreaking, their tongues locked in erotic combat. Miles almost had to break their contact when that metaphor occurred to him. He had clearly been too involved in that lit class he took last term.
Emboldened by Bobby's response to him, Miles decided to try another step forward, and one hand carefully slipped up Bobby's t-shirt, gently caressing his cool, bare skin. He was glad their eyes were both closed, or else Bobby would have seen just how much Miles enjoyed the touch.
While he couldn't see with his eyes closed, or speak with his tongue otherwise occupied, Bobby hummed his approval at Miles' roaming hands. He was normally a wee bit ticklish, but in his current state it didn't affect him that way in the least.
His instincts told him he should reply in kind; just how to accomplish that wasn't quite as obvious. As a result, he lowered his hands further down Miles' back and, not wanting to simply copy his boyfriend's gesture by going under his own shirt, he slid them to the waist of his pants, then went even lower. At the last second he chickened out and didn't slide his fingers inside his waistband, but he did grab a hold of Miles' bottom outside his pants, squeezing his hands slightly.
Miles reminded himself he was not a virgin. None of this way new, per se, just a new partner and a guy instead of a girl. So this was really rehashing old territory. Still, he felt the hairs on his arms stand up when Bobby's hands roamed south, and a familiar alarm rang in his head. But no danger was apparent. They were secured in their dorm, on Bobby's bed, the doors closed and locked. Nothing could possibly get to them.
Except, of course, Miles's own libido. His spider-sense was not warning him on impending doom. At least nothing external. Rather, it tried to attune him to his own body, and he did not realize what it was until it happened.
He moaned into Bobby's mouth, his body shook, and his eyes snapped open when he felt what happened. "Oh jesus fuck, no," he managed to verbalize, pulling his lips far enough away from Bobby to speak.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry!" Bobby didn't know exactly what he'd done, but he had a feeling that it wasn't good, or at least it was certainly surprising. He pulled his hands up and away from Miles, raising them almost above his head in a gesture of surrender. "I wasn't sure where to go and just, yeah. My bad, dude." Maybe Miles was ticklish himself or something, or he just didn't like people touching his butt, he had no idea. Hopefully it'd be ok.
"No, no, it's okay," Miles said huskily. He could not meet Bobby's eyes, though, and his hands briefly vanished from sight before he fought against involuntary camo mode. "I just, um . . . I think you found a, uh, a sweet spot. Heh."
"Oh, heh," Bobby said, not quite getting it. After thinking about it for another beat or two, he got it. "Oh. Oh." He didn't have a camo mode that he could activate, but if he could disappear he probably would've had to fight off that instinct as well. "Damn, man, I... yeah." On one hand, it wasn't a bad thing to do... do that, not really, but on the other it wasn't supposed to happen like that. Or at least he assumed it wasn't, what with his lack of experience and all that.
Regardless of whether it was supposed to go down like that or not, it was still awkward, and if he didn't know what to do with his hands before, Bobby definitely didn't know what to do with them now.
"Sorry, that's . . . that's never happened to me before," Miles reassured, though whether that was for his own sake or Bobby's, he could not say. He had to save face with someone, though. He blinked out of sight again for a second, and when he reappeared, he put his own hands on his lap to cover the wet spot on his gym shorts. He really should have known to wear something thicker and less revealing. What had he been thinking?
"It's ok, totally." It'd never happened to him either, but in fairness to Milesy he'd never had his boyfriend's hands where Bobby's had been just a few short moments ago either. He looked down and readjusted his shirt, giving Miles some privacy while he covered the affected area.
"Maybe you should take a shower or something, that'd be cool with me." If it was him, he'd want to get cleaned up or whatever. "I mean, by yourself," Bobby clarified, "not that I wouldn't want to, y'know. But that'd be." He struggled to find the right words. Weird? No. Moving too quickly? Not after what just happened. "Awkward, maybe? I dunno." Words were hard.
"No. Yeah. Right. I'll just, um . . ." Miles vanished again, reappearing a few seconds later at his dresser, where he grabbed the first things he could before hopping into the bathroom. He groaned loudly when he undressed and assessed the damage, so loudly it could be heard from the other side of the closed door.
He made quick work of his clean-up. He actually spent more time ordering himself not to bang his head against the wall. Much more likely to break the tile than hurt himself and relieve his frustration, anyway.
He was out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, now in a pair of chino's and a tank top. He hesitated to step into the room, though; the distance between him and Bobby a levy to hold back the tidal wave of humiliation. "You wouldn't be able to turn back time or anything, would you?" he asked, hoping a lame joke like that would mollify things.
Bobby studied the ceiling intensely, especially after the sound of groaning came from the other side of the door. Was he still... nah, that's not how that works, right? At least it had never lasted that long when he, uh, was by himself. He shook his head and looked for something else to study, and was gazing at the floor when Miles reemerged.
"Hah, I wish," he joked in automatic response. "Not that it was bad or anything, or something that we'd need to turn back time for, or, like." His hands flailed for a minute before he decided on a better tact. "Wait, what were we talking about again? I don't remember anything happening, huh. It's all good, bro."
Though his heart still pounded like a jackhammer in his chest, Bobby's willingness to forget and move on brought enough relief that Miles could at least return to the bed, although he still kept a couple feet between the two of them. "That actually made my spider-sense go off. Like, I thought I was in danger 'cuz of you. Consider that high praise from my subconscious."
"Oh wow, really?" He wasn't quite sure how to take that, because he didn't want to be a threat to his boyfriend, but the fact that he could get Miles worked up so much was a good thing too, kinda, wasn't it? "Sorry dude, I'll try not to do that again, unless that's what we're doing for, because then the spider-y stuff shouldn't go off?" And now Bobby was thinking about doing stuff like that again and oh god. Maybe they should just play with the Switch again and think about something else instead, yes.
Miles shrugged. "I dunno, it's wasn't bad, it was kind of . . . exciting? Like, it gives me this big adrenaline rush that's usually to save my life." Now that he thought about it, had this whole thing been intentional, it probably would have been one of the best he ever had. Dammit, biology was ruining everything. "Um, but, like, obviously I, uh, liked what you were doing. It's okay when you . . . with the hands down there."
"That's good then, because, yeah. It was okay for me too, and would be if it was..." He stopped short of saying that, hey, he'd be alright with that too, but Bobby would be. Or so he thought, because he hadn't actually had that done to him. Would he react the same way Miles did? Which was okay but still, he'd probably be embarrassed too. Why was all this stuff so difficult?
"You wanna go get a burger?" Miles suggested. They should do other things with their mouths. That way, no more embarrassment, and no more talking. "My treat for the birthday boy."
"Oh man, yes please," Bobby agreed. A change in subjects that also helped temporarily fill the bottomless void that was his stomach was a win-win in his books. "Only if we can get milkshakes too though," he qualified as he got to his feet. "And fries." Because why not?
"I mean, duh."
