MILES
After a long day at school, I was thrilled to have Tyler join me for dinner. We had been hanging out for a while now, and our relationship was starting to blossom into more than just a friendship. Tyler was charming with his warm smile and genuine personality. Tonight, he insisted on helping me do the dishes after our meal.
Watching me in the kitchen, Tyler couldn't stand to see me do all the work by myself. "Hey, let me help you with that," he said, grabbing an apron and tying it around his waist.
I smiled at him gratefully. It was refreshing to have someone who cared about sharing the workload. "Sure, that would be great. Thank you," I replied, handing him a dishcloth.
As we stood side by side at the sink, Tyler never stopped talking. His words flowed effortlessly, filling the kitchen with lively energy. I couldn't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm.
"You know, this chicken curry you made tonight is out of this world," he gushed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's seriously the best I've ever tasted. I don't think I'll ever stop craving it."
I chuckled, my cheeks flushing with a mix of pleasure and slight embarrassment. "Oh, come on, it's not that great. I'm glad you like it, though."
"No, seriously," he protested, his hands gently washing each plate. "I mean it. Your cooking skills are amazing. It's like each bite is an explosion of flavors. You have a real talent, you know?"
His compliments were like a sweet melody dancing in my ears, boosting my confidence and making me feel appreciated. The mundane task of doing dishes suddenly felt lighter, and I found myself enjoying the moment.
As the water rinsed away the remnants of our delicious meal, our conversation meandered effortlessly. We talked about our dreams and life goals and shared funny anecdotes. The more time I spent with Tyler, the more I realized how effortlessly he could make me feel comfortable and at ease.
In that simple act of washing dishes together, our connection deepened. It was about more than just doing chores; it was about supporting each other, showing kindness, and creating lasting memories.
I grinned as I turned my gaze toward Tyler, who was currently busy wiping the plates with a white cloth to dry them up. It took him a moment before he caught me staring at his beautiful face. He stopped what he was doing and landed a kiss on my forehead.
"I caught you staring again, huh?" Tyler said, his gray eyes sparkling with amusement.
I nodded playfully, saying, "How can I not? You're simply captivating."
Tyler blushed, his touch lingering on my forehead as he leaned in closer. "Well, lucky for you, I find your stares quite endearing," he said, his voice soft and filled with love.
As if on cue, a gentle breeze sneaked through the open kitchen window, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming roses.
With a playful smirk, he asked, "We're done doing the dishes, so can we start our movie date now?" We both chuckled at the absurdity of his question and the comical timing. But the idea of watching a movie together, with pajamas on and popcorn in hand, sounded incredibly inviting. It was the perfect way to unwind after a day full of mundane tasks.
"Absolutely," I replied, equally amused. "I can't wait to just relax and forget about everything for a little while." With a shared understanding, we both peeled off our aprons, revealing fresh, untarnished clothes underneath. Such a simple action as removing those aprons symbolized the transition from work to leisure transformation that would transport us from the realm of responsibility to a world of entertainment.
While I turned off the kitchen lights, extinguishing the warm glow, Tyler gathered a variety of snacks from the pantry. He returned with a bowl of buttery popcorn, a tray of sliced fruits, and a selection of our favorite candies. Placing everything on a small table in the living room. "So, what do you want to watch?" I asked with a tender smile and a twinkle in my eyes. His warm and reassuring hand squeezed mine gently as he pondered the question.
"I want to watch some Marvel movies," he replied with a smile drawn on his lovely face.
I smiled back, feeling a sense of contentment as we both sat down on the couch. The soft flickering of the television set bathed the room in a warm glow, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Tyler's arm wrapped around my shoulder, gently pulling me closer to him, as if wanting to share not only the movie experience but also a secret connection between us.
"Marvel? I never thought you were into that too," I said, almost laughing because I was surprised and never expected he liked Marvel like I did. He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "Well, I've been into Marvel since I was young; I still remember my favorite Marvel hero was Spider-Man."
I reached for the remote and started picking out some Marvel movies displayed on the screen. As a die-hard Marvel fan, I couldn't resist the opportunity to indulge in a marathon of superhero adventures. I glanced at him, still wearing a wide grin. His mesmerizing eyes gazed into mine, radiating an undeniable intensity. As he leaned in closer, his voice, filled with allure, whispered in my ear, "What about we watch Avengers: Endgame?"
I burst into laughter, caught off guard by the unexpected combination of his suggestion and the seductive tone in which he spoke. The sound echoed through the room, blending with the excitement that hung in the air. I couldn't deny the fact that his proposal and sensual voice ignited a captivating attraction within me.
He chuckled softly, savoring my reaction. His presence was intoxicating. "You're laughing, but I assure you, I can be serious about this," he said with a playful glimmer in his eye.
As the laughter subsided, I glanced at him, my amusement not waning, though my curiosity heightened. "Are you serious?" I asked, unable to resist the urge to tease him.
He tilted his head slightly, meeting my gaze with a hint of mystery. "Why not?" he replied, a hint of challenge lacing his words.
The weight of the silence between us begged to be lifted, so I asked him, "The Avengers: Endgame, then?" He looked at me, his eyes gleaming with reflection, and gave a slight nod.
Smiling at his response, I leaned my head into his chest, seeking comfort and a renewed connection. He wrapped his arm around me, pulled me closer, and leaned his head against mine. It was in moments like these that the world felt distant, and it was just the two of us against the world.
His fingers intertwined with the strands of my hair, creating a playful rhythm that matched the fluttering beats of my heart. The sound of his heartbeat seemed to sync with the lingering echoes of the film's powerful soundtrack, a testament to the emotions still coursing through us.
"The sound of your heart is like music to my ears, Ty," I said jokingly, a mischievous grin on my face. I couldn't help but notice him staring at me with a dumbstruck expression.
"Is that so?" he teased, raising an eyebrow slyly.
I chuckled, playfully rolling my eyes at his response. "Oh, come on, don't act all surprised. You know what I mean," I said, nudging him playfully.
His smile widened, and his gaze softened. "Yeah, I think I do."
TYLER
As the movie played on the screen, the dimly lit room created an ambiance of intimacy. I found solace in the comfort of the couch, where I lay with Miles, entangled in each other's embrace. The rhythmic sound of his breath became a calming accompaniment to the film's soundtrack.
As I absentmindedly played with Miles' hair, his head nestled against my chest, a sense of contentment enveloped us. The weight of his body pressed gently onto mine, yet it felt strangely comforting as if our souls were intertwining.
In the silence of the room, our shared presence spoke volumes. No words were needed; our actions and the tranquility of the moment said it all. Time seemed to pause, granting us a respite from the chaos of the outside world.
My fingers continued their gentle tracing through Miles' hair, marveling at its softness. Each strand slid through my fingertips like silk, a reminder of the intimacy we shared. It was as if I could feel his thoughts and dreams, all contained within the depths of his being.
I felt a sudden vibration pierce through the stillness of the room. Glancing over at the sound, I saw my phone lit up on the table in front of us. The message notification captured my attention, and I instinctively reached out to check it.
However, as I extended my arm to grab the phone, I found myself unable to move. Confused, I glanced on top of me, only to discover that Miles had already fallen asleep on top of me. His head rested comfortably on my chest, his soft snores forming a melodious rhythm against the backdrop of the room.
Unable to resist the urge to chuckle, I marveled at his peaceful slumber. Miles had always possessed a childlike innocence that shone through, even in the simplest of moments. Seeing him gently doze off on me reminded me why I had fallen in love with him in the first place.
I gently nudged him, hoping to wake him so that I could retrieve my phone, but his sleep seemed unbreakable. His eyelids remained closed, and his steady breaths created a warm sensation against my neck. A wave of adoration washed over me, and I couldn't help but admire his adorable sleeping face.
"Sleepy-head," I whispered, a small smile playing on my lips as I bit my lower lip. I wrapped my arms tighter around him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. His steady breathing and peaceful expression made it difficult to resist waking him up.
Glancing at the phone on the table, I saw it illuminate once more with a chime. Who could be texting me at this hour? It's already midnight Curiosity piqued, and I reached over hesitantly, not wanting to disturb the tranquility of the moment.
As I tried to pick up the phone, I sighed softly, a sign of my defeat. I couldn't bring myself to wake up this lovely boy on top of me. Whatever message awaited me would have to wait a little longer.
Suddenly, my heart raced at the sound of the door opening. The last thing I expected was for Miles' parents to walk in on us like this. Thoughts of impending doom flooded my mind as I imagined the disapproving glares and scoldings we were about to receive for our reckless behavior.
But to my relief, it wasn't Miles' parents who walked through the door. Instead, it was Jackson, Miles' mischievous older brother.
Nonchalantly, Jackson closed the door behind him and sauntered towards us, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. He effortlessly kicked off his shoes and plunged himself down on the couch across from us, placing his worn guitar case on the floor. Jackson wasted no time in opening a can of beer, the sound of the aluminum tab popping echoing throughout the room.
I watched as he stretched his long legs, resting them on the table between us. He seemed completely at ease, as if stumbling upon his younger brother and his boyfriend locked in an intimate moment was an everyday occurrence.
Jackson's deep laughter filled the room, causing me to blush even more. He raised an eyebrow twice, teasing me with his knowing smile. It was clear that he relished the awkwardness of the situation, finding amusement in my discomfort.
"What a lovely sight!" he teased, a playful smile dancing upon his lips. Without missing a beat, he aimed his phone and clicked a picture of Miles and me. The familiar sound of his camera resonated through the air, indicating that he was determined to capture every detail of this intimate moment.
"It's a good thing the couch is big enough for the both of you, not to mention with that body of yours, you seem like an adult despite your age," he said, with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. His hand gestured toward the entire expanse of my youthful persona.
I was just seventeen years old, but with my tall, athletic body, it appeared as if I were three years older. People often mistook me for someone in my early twenties, which sometimes brought about amusing and perplexing situations.
"I'm sorry you had to see us like this," I said to him with a worried tone in my voice, but he just smiled at me. It was a smile that held a hint of understanding as if he had already seen the unfiltered reality of the world.
"Don't worry about it; perhaps my brother must be so happy," Jackson said, looking at Miles like he was seeing a baby for the first time. It was a moment of pure wonderment and awe as if Jackson had stumbled upon an untouched realm of innocence and joy.
"Anyway, we need to bring him up to his room; he can't sleep like that," Jackson said, his voice breaking the silence. He got to his feet, his gaze fixed on the unfortunate soul. With determination etched across his face, he approached us in an attempt to rouse Miles from his unending sleep.
However, all his efforts proved fruitless, as Miles remained unresponsive. Jackson shrugged his shoulders in resignation, communicating that he felt helpless in the situation.
"I'll lift him a bit, then you get off the couch," he ordered a challenge in his tone. Curiosity piqued, I just raised my eyebrows in response, intrigued to see what he had in mind.
With utmost care, Jackson extended his arms and gently clasped his hands beneath Miles' slumbering form. His touch was so delicate that it seemed as if he were cupping the fragility of a butterfly's wings. Almost imperceptibly, Jackson raised Miles a few inches off the couch, his movements slow and deliberate, like a master conductor leading a symphony.
In hushed anticipation, I cautiously slid off the couch, my eyes locked on Miles, hoping I wouldn't disrupt his deep sleep. Astonishingly, my movements barely evoked a twitch from Miles. It was as though there was an invisible pillow supporting him, keeping him suspended in a tranquil state. He remained blissfully unaware of the strange occurrence I had just witnessed.
"He smells like alcohol; did you guys drink?" Jackson asked, his voice laced with concern as he eyed his brother, Miles.
"Yeah, but just a bit; he only finished a bottle of beer, though," I said to Jackson, trying to defend Miles. Jackson sighed, his brows furrowing in concern.
"He's got a low alcohol tolerance; just one bottle of beer is enough to get him drunk," Jackson said to me, almost laughing. These two must've been so close since they were kids.
"I didn't know that sorry," I replied to Jackson, but he just looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, at least you know now," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"I should bring him up to his room," I said. As I carefully cradled Miles in my arms, his head resting against my shoulder, I couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness wash over me. With each step up the staircase, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my stomach. As we reached the landing, I carefully pushed open the door to his room, the soft glow of his desk lamp illuminating the space with a warm hue.
I gently placed Miles on his bed. He slept peacefully, his tousled hair falling over his closed eyes. The warmth of his room enveloped me, creating a sense of safety and comfort. However, as I was about to leave the room, something peculiar caught my attention.
His shirt was ruffled and slightly lifted, revealing a bruise on his lower abdomen. It was the same size as my palm. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at it, my mind racing to comprehend what could have caused such a mark on Miles' fragile body.
My anxiety grew when I noticed another bruise, this one on his wrist. It was smaller, but no less concerning. My protective instincts kicked in, and I knew that something was not right. Questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers. What had happened to him? How had he gotten these bruises?
Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, I gathered the courage to inquire about his well-being. Tensions filled the air, and the question slipped out of my mouth: "What happened to him?"
Jackson, who had been silently observing, uncrossed his arms and sighed deeply before making his way to Miles. He gently straightened Miles' shirt and tucked him in under the blanket, as if to shield him from the world. I marveled at the care and concern shining in Jackson's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Tyler," Jackson said, tapping me on the shoulders twice with his gentle hands as he spoke in a very calm and collected voice. "But I can't tell you that." He smiled reassuringly, his eyes radiating with understanding. With that, he let go of my shoulders, giving me one last pat.
He was about to walk away, his footsteps growing fainter with each passing second. Panic seeped through my veins as I realized I couldn't let him go just yet. Without hesitation, I reached out and gently grabbed him by his shoulders, causing him to halt.
"Why not?" I simply questioned him, my curiosity piqued by his solemn demeanor. He gave me a serious look, his eyes clouded with a combination of sadness and determination, as he gently removed my hand from his shoulders.
"It's not that simple," he finally replied, his voice carrying a weight of mystery and reluctance.
He finally made his way out of the room. I heard his footsteps going downstairs, and it took me a couple of seconds before I started to move and followed him. Curiosity propelled me forward, my heart pounding in my chest as I descended the stairs.
"Please, Jackson, I need to know what happened to him, so please tell me," I begged him, my voice cracking with emotion. I heard him sigh before he turned to face me with an annoyed look on his face.
"Fine-Miles was abused by our father, and it's been going on since the day he was forcibly outed to everyone by assholes in his class, and he also got bullied at school too," he said, his words pouring out like a dam finally bursting. He then sat on the couch.
"Miles told me not to tell anyone about what's going on with him, and I respect that, so please don't tell him that I told you I don't want him to think of me as a traitor and that I invalidated his feelings. So I beg you, please just pretend you didn't know any of this and wait for him to tell you himself, okay?" He said with a worried tone in his voice, his eyes filled with regret. I never knew Miles was abused, but suddenly a scenario flashed into my mind, replaying itself over and over. It was a painful memory that I had somehow buried deep within me, overshadowed by jealousy and unchecked emotions.
I was holding Miles by his wrist, grabbing him away from Caleb, a classmate of ours, out of foolish envy. At that time, it felt like Caleb had stolen something precious from me, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing Miles to anyone else. I remember when he told me not to hold him too tightly- his voice strained, his face contorting in pain.
Now, as the truth unraveled before me, my heart ached from the weight of guilt. If only I had known sooner, if only I had realized the torment he endured, I wouldn't have acted that way toward him. I would have comforted, protected, and supported him through his darkest hours.
"I trust you, Tyler, and I know Miles trusts you more than I do," Jackson said, smiling at me gently.
"You should go to bed with Miles now," he added, which surprised me. Confusion washed over me, rendering me momentarily speechless.
"Wait, you're permitting me to sleep with Miles?" I asked, my fingers trembling as they pointed towards Miles' room upstairs.
"Yeah? It's not like it's your first time sleeping with him; you've done it before. Besides, it's late and I can't let you go home by yourself, so go ahead but just leave the door open for me, will you?" He said with a goofy smile on his face. It took a couple of seconds before I nodded my head in response before making my way to Miles' room.
The soft moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on the room. I gently went to bed next to Miles, the boy I loved. As soon as I lay down, he shifted positions, causing me to raise an eyebrow in confusion. But then, to my surprise, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, burying his reddened cheeks into my chest. I couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the moment.
I observed every inch of Miles' sleeping face, admiring the way his messy dark hair fell across his forehead. But it was his soft, pinkish lips that truly caught my attention. They were naturally attractive and very tempting to kiss. I bit my lower lip, my heart racing, as I glanced away, trying to suppress the rising desire within me.
As I gulped, feeling the warmth of his arms tightening around me, I realized there was no escaping the reality of the situation. I had to face the intensity of my emotions head-on. I reluctantly turned my gaze towards him again, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.
Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, revealing those deep, soulful orbs that always managed to pierce through my defenses. He stared at me, his gaze filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing, and it took me a moment to register what was happening. Was he awake? Did he know I had been silently admiring him?
Just as my mind raced through a series of questions, Miles broke the silence with his brightest, most genuine smile. It lit up his face, erasing any worries or doubts that had been weighing on my heart. In that instant, everything made sense. He knew.
With a profound sense of relief, I allowed myself to reciprocate his smile, feeling an overwhelming rush of affection washed over me like a tidal wave. I had longed for this moment, the moment when our unspoken desires were finally unveiled.
"It feels nice having you here with me, Ty," he said before closing his eyes again and going back to sleep. I smiled, my heart swelling with affection, and leaned my cheek against his head. My fingers combed through his unruly hair, the gentle caress creating a lullaby-like rhythm.
"I wish we could stay like this forever, Miles," I murmured, landing a kiss on his forehead. His gentle smile reached his eyes, mirroring the affection I held in my heart.
MILES
I slowly opened my eyes as I felt the sunlight hit my face, sending a warm, golden glow through my bedroom window. It was a beautiful morning, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment as I realized I had woken up with Tyler, the most handsome boy I had ever known, sleeping peacefully beside me.
Gently, I turned my head to steal a glance at him, watching as he slowly opened his eyes. A pair of deep gray eyes met mine, reflecting a mixture of sleepiness and lingering affection. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to caress his cheek with my soft, warm palm.
Tyler's fingers intertwined with mine, his touch bringing a surge of comfort and happiness. He raised my hand, placing a tender kiss on my palm, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. It was such a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes of the love and tenderness that blossomed between us.
As our eyes locked once more, I saw a flicker of emotion dance in Tyler's gaze. It was a mix of gratitude, adoration, and something else-perhaps a hint of vulnerability. In that moment, I realized just how fortunate I was to have found someone who understood and cherished me so deeply.
"Good morning," he gently greeted me with a smile drawn on his face. I smiled even more.
"Good morning," I replied softly, my lips gently brushing his cheek. I tried to pull away, intending to get out of bed and start our day, but he refused to let me go. Instead, he tightened his embrace, pulling me closer to him.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice was filled with genuine worry. I could feel his warm breath against my skin and the heaviness of his sobs vibrating through his chest. It was as if an unseen weight burdened his soul, consuming him from within.
He clung to me as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting go. His grip tightened, his body trembled, and I could sense the vulnerability and pain that he had been suppressing.
I stayed there with him, holding him tightly, my fingers delicately threading through his hair.
"Let's stay like this for a while," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if he were afraid of shattering the tranquility that enveloped us. I turned my head slightly to meet his gaze, the corners of my lips curving in agreement.
Time seemed to stretch indefinitely as we lay there, sharing a profound sense of contentment. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist and we were a universe unto ourselves, cocooned in a bubble of serenity. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of his heartbeat against my back, soothing my soul.
I felt an unfamiliar sensation pressing against my thigh. "Ty? Are you having a boner?" I asked, half-jokingly, unable to hide the trace of embarrassment in my voice.
He chuckled nervously, the sound catching in his throat. "Uh, sorry, it's morning wood. I can't help it," he replied, almost laughing.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything; let's just stay like this until it calms down," he added, planting a gentle kiss on my neck. I felt a shiver of excitement mixed with the warmth of his touch.
"It's fine, Ty; that's normal," I said, unable to hide the nervousness in my voice. I fiddled with my fingers, finding solace in the softness of his arm against mine.