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Miles & Bobby, Sunday afternoon
Bobby wants to level up his relationship with Miles. They get bonus exp for what happens next. NSFWish.
Bobby looked through his secret drawer which was filled with all sorts of things Clint had told him about: condoms, lubrication, wet naps for cleaning up, and a bunch of other things. They were hidden away not out of shame, but out of his own personal fear that he'd forgotten something or had added something unnecessary. Sex was complicated, man. He sifted through it one more time, though, and he was as sure as he was ever going to be that he'd completed his physical inventory for this.
He was also pretty sure his mental inventory was complete now. So the only thing left was to actually engage with Miles who was kinda integral to the whole process. Whether his boyfriend was ready was a whole different thing, but Bobby thought there was no time like the present to see if he was. They had to at some point, right? So he'd texted him and asked him to come over, and he should be there soon, and, and -
Opening his drawer, he quadruple checked to make sure everything that should be there was there.
Miles was pulling his car into the mansion garage when his phone buzzed with Bobby's message. He prided himself on being able to decipher tone in texts, and rarely misconstrued senders' intention. Bobby's first invitation was typical, but something about this one seemed anxious. Maybe it was the use of emojis, which Bobby rarely did, that clued him off. His spider-sense wasn't ringing, so at least he wasn't in immediate danger, but he didn't like the way his heart rate sped up or his hands felt clammy at the thought of Bobby doing Something Weird.
Maybe it was a little rude, but Miles went into camo mode when he entered the mansion and deftly avoided distractions from passersby on his way up to Bobby's room. (Still technically both their room, though it felt less like Miles's since he started college.) He popped back into sight outside the door, shot a quick text to let Bobby know he was there, waited a few seconds to give him a chance to actually read the text, and then finally opened the door.
Still no spider-sense. Good so far.
When Bobby's phone buzzed he jumped a little, and he was glad that no one was around to actually see that. A quick glance confirmed that Miles was there and then there was no more time to panic. Well, okay, there'd be tons of time for that internally at least, but he told himself to get his shit together.
He smiled when Miles opened the door, giving him a little wave as well. "Hey dude, what's up?" Playing it cool was the way to go, wasn't it? That's the path he'd chosen at least, so Bobby was sticking to it for now.
Dude. It never failed to amuse Miles how much of a bro Bobby was, even with him. Was it always like this when dating other guys? Or just a cute unique quirk of Bobby's? Whichever it was, Miles had no compunctions against being the romantic of the pair, and wrapped his arms around Bobby's waist to pull him in for a kiss. "Hey, dude."
Kissing Miles back, Bobby felt a little less nervous. It was true that Miles was the more romantic of them, and he was ok with that. He put his hands back around his boyfriend and leaned into him a little. "So how was your day?" He had the day off of work, which let him prepare - and worry - about his plans for the evening, which was both good and bad, but he was trying to focus on the good at the moment.
"Fine. I finished reading Monstress. Ganke let me borrow his copies. Then we played some Smash before you texted me. What's up with you?"
"Dee-," he started, about to use his go-to of 'deez,' waiting for Miles to say 'deez what?', but then he remembered what he was actually planning and, well. Yeah. "Decent day, I guess. Smash sounds like it was fun?" Bobby sat down on his bed and tried to be nonchalant. "I thought we could just hang out together tonight, y'know?" That was a good start, wasn't it?
Bobby on bed? Hang out? That was magic to Miles's eyes and ears, and he flashed a wide bright smile before taking a seat next to Bobby. "Is this a pants or no pants kind of hanging out? Asking for a friend. Who is me, I guess. That idiom doesn't really work in this situation, does it?"
"Hah, not really, no." Bobby leaned against Miles, putting an arm up and around his shoulder. "It's more of a... pants optional situation, I guess? I mean, no pressure, and you can keep 'em on if you want, but if you don't want to, well. That's... that's ok too." He swallowed the little lump that had appeared in his throat, knowing how awkward he sounded but hoping he'd somehow gotten his point across.
"Bobby, cariño." Miles put a hand on Bobby's thigh. "¿Estás bien? You're acting strange. You've seen me without my pants before. I've seen you. I was impressed." He grinned, hoping that being a little lascivious would relieve the tension that was starting to spread to him, too.
"I have, yeah, but I haven't really touched you with... you know." He gestured to Miles's package. "Without them on. But I think... no, I know that I want to, and that I'm, um. I'm good to do that now. If you'd like," Bobby added, remembering that he wasn't the only one involved with the whole situation. Miles was kinda an important part of it.
"I, uh, well, yeah. Yes." Miles had been waiting for a very long time for Bobby to say all that. He had even wondered a couple times if sex was in the cards with them, but he never pushed out of respect for Bobby's boundaries. (And, loathe to admit it himself, not-inconsiderable performance anxiety of his own.) But now that this hurdle had been overcome, Miles found himself tongue-tied. He'd had his sex talk with Gabriel months ago, and since then had watched more than enough porn to know what they could do and more or less how to do it. Still, the reality was always more intimidating than the fantasy. "Um, I have to pee."
Miles closed the bathroom door behind him and stared at himself in the mirror. It was such a cliche having to psych up before first-time sex. He almost wanted to slap himself. This drama was unnecessary. He wasn't some delicate virgin, and even if Bobby was, it wasn't like they'd never have another chance after this. In fact, Miles hoped this was the worst sex they'd ever have together, because that meant it would just get better in the future.
Besides, he thought as he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, even bad sex between two people who care about each other is good.
He opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom, presenting himself in just his boxer briefs to his boyfriend. "Hey."
"Hey," Bobby managed, licking his lips a little and finding his mouth had become impossibly dry at the sight of his boyfriend in just his briefs. They'd fooled around before so it shouldn't have been anything new to him, but knowing what they had in store for the evening and what that meant they were about to do made his palms a little sweaty.
Nonetheless, he stood up and placed his thumbs on either side of the waistband of his jogging pants. Since Bobby had been the one to plan this and set it all up, he'd preemptively dressed - or rather, not dressed - for the occasion. A little tug downward started to reveal the same to Miles, since he was getting excited at what he saw and it was kinda becoming a little evident.
"You, uh. You wanna help me with mine, maybe?" That was it, that was his flirting game. Bobby was proud he'd actually said it though, and he raised one eyebrow suggestively.
Miles crossed the room, feeling more bold with each step, until he was face-to-face with Bobby. He helped his boyfriend out of his shirt, tossing it aside, and then tugged down his pants until Bobby was at the same level of undress. Miles took a moment to admire the view, Bobby's pallor contrasting against his own dark skin, the tuft of brown hair on Bobby's chest that lead down to his stomach and further underneath his underwear, framed on either side by the V-shape of his hip bones.
He couldn't think of anything witty or funny to say, but he could let his mouth do the talking in other ways. Which, he figured as he got on his knees, was actually a pretty clever joke Bobby would appreciate.
He didn't actually say it, though. It's rude to talk with his mouth full, and he had better manners than that.
~*~
Miles and Bobby lost track of time. They could only consider it "many hours later" as they lay in bed together, Miles the big spoon around Bobby even though he was the shorter of the two. "I think I need to sleep for like three days straight," he said hoarsely. "Can we just hibernate for a bit?"
"Mmmph," agreed Bobby, nodding his head ever so slightly. It had been an amazing experience, to be sure, but it had also been exhausting, both physically and emotionally. Again, both in good ways, but sleep sounded awesome to him right about now. "An' maybe go get some food after too?" He was hungry as well, and needed to refuel all that they'd just burned off together.
"God yes. I could a whole pizza. A whole Costco-sized pizza. Probably two." Miles kissed the back of Bobby's neck and sighed in contentment. He couldn't help but think about the last time he'd lost his virginity, the anxiety, the nerves, the pain and pleasure and ecstasy. Climbing out the window and jumping down a couple stories to avoid getting caught. But today he had nowhere else to go, not that he even wanted to go. It was just the two of them in bed together. Perfection. Whatever he had felt with Becky was not anything like this. He liked Becky. But Bobby he . . .
"Dude, I'd love pizza right now. Two each, yeah?" The L word had crossed his mind too but Bobby wasn't really ready for that, not right now. But he'd learned two things just now: that he was actually ready for a physical relationship with Miles, which he'd been wondering about for a while, and that really really wanted pizza after Miles had mentioned it.
Miles chuckled softly and pulled Bobby closer, grinding his hips against Bobby's behind. His enhanced metabolism had him torn between wanting to go again and needing to refuel with food. And maybe he was getting ahead of himself with whatever kind of way he was feeling. Just enjoy the ride, he told himself, don't focus on the destination. "Nap first, then pizza?" he suggested.
"Deal." While Bobby was pretty damn hungry, he was more than happy to nap for another little while with his boyfriend. The pizza would still be there later, after all, so he was content to just enjoy this special moment for another while longer.
Bobby looked through his secret drawer which was filled with all sorts of things Clint had told him about: condoms, lubrication, wet naps for cleaning up, and a bunch of other things. They were hidden away not out of shame, but out of his own personal fear that he'd forgotten something or had added something unnecessary. Sex was complicated, man. He sifted through it one more time, though, and he was as sure as he was ever going to be that he'd completed his physical inventory for this.
He was also pretty sure his mental inventory was complete now. So the only thing left was to actually engage with Miles who was kinda integral to the whole process. Whether his boyfriend was ready was a whole different thing, but Bobby thought there was no time like the present to see if he was. They had to at some point, right? So he'd texted him and asked him to come over, and he should be there soon, and, and -
Opening his drawer, he quadruple checked to make sure everything that should be there was there.
Miles was pulling his car into the mansion garage when his phone buzzed with Bobby's message. He prided himself on being able to decipher tone in texts, and rarely misconstrued senders' intention. Bobby's first invitation was typical, but something about this one seemed anxious. Maybe it was the use of emojis, which Bobby rarely did, that clued him off. His spider-sense wasn't ringing, so at least he wasn't in immediate danger, but he didn't like the way his heart rate sped up or his hands felt clammy at the thought of Bobby doing Something Weird.
Maybe it was a little rude, but Miles went into camo mode when he entered the mansion and deftly avoided distractions from passersby on his way up to Bobby's room. (Still technically both their room, though it felt less like Miles's since he started college.) He popped back into sight outside the door, shot a quick text to let Bobby know he was there, waited a few seconds to give him a chance to actually read the text, and then finally opened the door.
Still no spider-sense. Good so far.
When Bobby's phone buzzed he jumped a little, and he was glad that no one was around to actually see that. A quick glance confirmed that Miles was there and then there was no more time to panic. Well, okay, there'd be tons of time for that internally at least, but he told himself to get his shit together.
He smiled when Miles opened the door, giving him a little wave as well. "Hey dude, what's up?" Playing it cool was the way to go, wasn't it? That's the path he'd chosen at least, so Bobby was sticking to it for now.
Dude. It never failed to amuse Miles how much of a bro Bobby was, even with him. Was it always like this when dating other guys? Or just a cute unique quirk of Bobby's? Whichever it was, Miles had no compunctions against being the romantic of the pair, and wrapped his arms around Bobby's waist to pull him in for a kiss. "Hey, dude."
Kissing Miles back, Bobby felt a little less nervous. It was true that Miles was the more romantic of them, and he was ok with that. He put his hands back around his boyfriend and leaned into him a little. "So how was your day?" He had the day off of work, which let him prepare - and worry - about his plans for the evening, which was both good and bad, but he was trying to focus on the good at the moment.
"Fine. I finished reading Monstress. Ganke let me borrow his copies. Then we played some Smash before you texted me. What's up with you?"
"Dee-," he started, about to use his go-to of 'deez,' waiting for Miles to say 'deez what?', but then he remembered what he was actually planning and, well. Yeah. "Decent day, I guess. Smash sounds like it was fun?" Bobby sat down on his bed and tried to be nonchalant. "I thought we could just hang out together tonight, y'know?" That was a good start, wasn't it?
Bobby on bed? Hang out? That was magic to Miles's eyes and ears, and he flashed a wide bright smile before taking a seat next to Bobby. "Is this a pants or no pants kind of hanging out? Asking for a friend. Who is me, I guess. That idiom doesn't really work in this situation, does it?"
"Hah, not really, no." Bobby leaned against Miles, putting an arm up and around his shoulder. "It's more of a... pants optional situation, I guess? I mean, no pressure, and you can keep 'em on if you want, but if you don't want to, well. That's... that's ok too." He swallowed the little lump that had appeared in his throat, knowing how awkward he sounded but hoping he'd somehow gotten his point across.
"Bobby, cariño." Miles put a hand on Bobby's thigh. "¿Estás bien? You're acting strange. You've seen me without my pants before. I've seen you. I was impressed." He grinned, hoping that being a little lascivious would relieve the tension that was starting to spread to him, too.
"I have, yeah, but I haven't really touched you with... you know." He gestured to Miles's package. "Without them on. But I think... no, I know that I want to, and that I'm, um. I'm good to do that now. If you'd like," Bobby added, remembering that he wasn't the only one involved with the whole situation. Miles was kinda an important part of it.
"I, uh, well, yeah. Yes." Miles had been waiting for a very long time for Bobby to say all that. He had even wondered a couple times if sex was in the cards with them, but he never pushed out of respect for Bobby's boundaries. (And, loathe to admit it himself, not-inconsiderable performance anxiety of his own.) But now that this hurdle had been overcome, Miles found himself tongue-tied. He'd had his sex talk with Gabriel months ago, and since then had watched more than enough porn to know what they could do and more or less how to do it. Still, the reality was always more intimidating than the fantasy. "Um, I have to pee."
Miles closed the bathroom door behind him and stared at himself in the mirror. It was such a cliche having to psych up before first-time sex. He almost wanted to slap himself. This drama was unnecessary. He wasn't some delicate virgin, and even if Bobby was, it wasn't like they'd never have another chance after this. In fact, Miles hoped this was the worst sex they'd ever have together, because that meant it would just get better in the future.
Besides, he thought as he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants, even bad sex between two people who care about each other is good.
He opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom, presenting himself in just his boxer briefs to his boyfriend. "Hey."
"Hey," Bobby managed, licking his lips a little and finding his mouth had become impossibly dry at the sight of his boyfriend in just his briefs. They'd fooled around before so it shouldn't have been anything new to him, but knowing what they had in store for the evening and what that meant they were about to do made his palms a little sweaty.
Nonetheless, he stood up and placed his thumbs on either side of the waistband of his jogging pants. Since Bobby had been the one to plan this and set it all up, he'd preemptively dressed - or rather, not dressed - for the occasion. A little tug downward started to reveal the same to Miles, since he was getting excited at what he saw and it was kinda becoming a little evident.
"You, uh. You wanna help me with mine, maybe?" That was it, that was his flirting game. Bobby was proud he'd actually said it though, and he raised one eyebrow suggestively.
Miles crossed the room, feeling more bold with each step, until he was face-to-face with Bobby. He helped his boyfriend out of his shirt, tossing it aside, and then tugged down his pants until Bobby was at the same level of undress. Miles took a moment to admire the view, Bobby's pallor contrasting against his own dark skin, the tuft of brown hair on Bobby's chest that lead down to his stomach and further underneath his underwear, framed on either side by the V-shape of his hip bones.
He couldn't think of anything witty or funny to say, but he could let his mouth do the talking in other ways. Which, he figured as he got on his knees, was actually a pretty clever joke Bobby would appreciate.
He didn't actually say it, though. It's rude to talk with his mouth full, and he had better manners than that.
~*~
Miles and Bobby lost track of time. They could only consider it "many hours later" as they lay in bed together, Miles the big spoon around Bobby even though he was the shorter of the two. "I think I need to sleep for like three days straight," he said hoarsely. "Can we just hibernate for a bit?"
"Mmmph," agreed Bobby, nodding his head ever so slightly. It had been an amazing experience, to be sure, but it had also been exhausting, both physically and emotionally. Again, both in good ways, but sleep sounded awesome to him right about now. "An' maybe go get some food after too?" He was hungry as well, and needed to refuel all that they'd just burned off together.
"God yes. I could a whole pizza. A whole Costco-sized pizza. Probably two." Miles kissed the back of Bobby's neck and sighed in contentment. He couldn't help but think about the last time he'd lost his virginity, the anxiety, the nerves, the pain and pleasure and ecstasy. Climbing out the window and jumping down a couple stories to avoid getting caught. But today he had nowhere else to go, not that he even wanted to go. It was just the two of them in bed together. Perfection. Whatever he had felt with Becky was not anything like this. He liked Becky. But Bobby he . . .
"Dude, I'd love pizza right now. Two each, yeah?" The L word had crossed his mind too but Bobby wasn't really ready for that, not right now. But he'd learned two things just now: that he was actually ready for a physical relationship with Miles, which he'd been wondering about for a while, and that really really wanted pizza after Miles had mentioned it.
Miles chuckled softly and pulled Bobby closer, grinding his hips against Bobby's behind. His enhanced metabolism had him torn between wanting to go again and needing to refuel with food. And maybe he was getting ahead of himself with whatever kind of way he was feeling. Just enjoy the ride, he told himself, don't focus on the destination. "Nap first, then pizza?" he suggested.
"Deal." While Bobby was pretty damn hungry, he was more than happy to nap for another little while with his boyfriend. The pizza would still be there later, after all, so he was content to just enjoy this special moment for another while longer.