Everyone is over the age of 18
From Kai’s POV:
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Miles came by after an hour like he said he would, looking like he just took another shower.
Of course he did, he just got fucked.
“Hey man, I wanted to say sorry too about the other night. I didn't need to kick you out like that,” I say, making space on the bed for him to sit down.
“Nah, it was my fault.” Miles takes his place.
Did he just wince?
“How did your date go?”
“It was fine, yeah,” I lie. I mean, it was fine, except for the part where my little guy didn't wanna become a big guy.
The tension is still pretty present from both of us. I know we both apologized, but I guess the whole “we fucked and now we fucked up” elephant in the room is still there.
I am still glad to be hanging out with him again, even if the vibes are off. Miles can never feel like a stranger to me, even when he's tucked back into his shell.
“So, how have you been?” I prop myself sideways on the mattress, and Miles falls backwards to lay down flat on the bed.
“Within the last two days? Oh, I got my degree and everything. Getting married next week.”
“Damn, didn't even send a text about the engagement.” I smile at a hint of him poking through. “No ring on your finger… don't tell me the gays get it somewhere else.”
“Yeah, we go out to the forest, get on one knee and slide it onto our cocks.” Just the corner of his lips turn up.
“So, you're the one who proposed then! Good on you, buddy.” I succeed in getting a full smile out of Miles, which eggs me on to keep going. “It's going to be a pantless wedding, isn't it?”
He giggles at that, and then suddenly his smile freezes.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Miles says.
Looked like a real emergency too, because he pretty much did a crunch to sit up, and then jogged out of my room.
Okay?
He came back a couple minutes later, still drying his hands with a piece of paper towel.
“You alright?” I sit up.
“Yeah, I'm good.”
There it is again. He winced when he sat down. It was a small twitch in his right cheek, but I saw it.
“Did you get fucked after practice?” I ask although I already knew the answer. I heard the answer through his door.
“Yeah,” Miles says. There it is again. He tightens his jaw as he adjusts his positioning on the bed. I bet his hole is raw and pink right now from how rough it sounded. Actually, the cheap dorm bed might be for real fucked up from how hard it was being used.
“Who was it?” I ask like I didn't see the guy.
“Kinesiology major. Straight, or so he says.” Miles looks at me. “Really tall.”
Was he bigger than me?
“What'd you guys do?” As the question leaves my lips, I remember the sounds coming from his room.
“Don't you fucking throw up on my shit. Suck that cock, bitch.”
“GUHHHh…”
“I sucked him off for a little bit on my knees.” My pulse climbs as Miles confirms what I saw in my imagination. “Then, he bent me over the bed.”
“How big was he?” I couldn't help but ask.
“Two fingers,” he says and my ego swells. “But he was really dominant with it. Fuck, I need to go to the bathroom again.”
“You have a stomach ache?” I sit up with him.
“No, it's…” Miles' cheeks flush pink and the revelation hits me like a ball in the face.
There's cum dripping out of him.
But that means…
“You used protection though, right?” Our eyes meet and he didn't need to answer. “Miles! Dude! We talked about this!”
“It's fine! He's our age and not like some creep.”
“Fuck, dude.” I hold out my hand in exasperation. “You don't know where that dick has been.”
“Not in his girlfriend, that much I know.” Miles’ big eyes narrow at me. “He said he's clean.”
“You don't know that for sure.”
“I don't know if you're clean for sure,” he retorts. Trying to hide the discomfort in his face as he stands up, Miles looks down at me. “What's it to you anyway?”
“I'm just tryna …”
“You don't wanna cum in me and now nobody else can either?”
Here we go. Classic Miles with the emotions exploding because he's held them in.
“I didn't say I don't want to cum in… I mean…” I get tongue tied. “I just had plans after!” I stand up too.
“Well, I have my own plans too,” he says. “I have to go to the bathroom.” As he turns to leave, instinct just flashes in my gut.
I grab his arm and turn him back around.
“Don't do that again. It's not safe,” I say. I loosen my grip when I see the look on his face.
“Well, don't sleep with girls then. It's not safe.”
“I used a rubber! Fuck, Miles!” I let go of his arm, and he turns to leave again. “Miles.” I grab his shoulder and this time he resists turning to face me. “Dude!”
I'm stronger than him. There's no doubt about it. I could turn him around if I wanted to, but his wall of stubbornness is strong too, and I let him go.
He walks to the door and holds the handle silently. A second later, he turns and glares at me.
“Stop telling me what to do.”
Fuck, that made me mad. He can't even see that I'm just trying to protect him. All he can think about is dick dick and more dick.
“Just cause you fucked me first doesn't mean you get a say on what goes in there,” Miles says while opening the door.
It took me 2 large steps to get to where he was.
It took me 1 big push to slam the door shut.
And it took half a second to pull him in towards me, my fist balling up the fabric on his chest.
His eyes open wide, and at a close distance, I can see them scanning mine, moving from left to right to left again.
“What are you doing?” Miles asks, pushing weakly on my pec. Not hard enough to even convince himself that he wants to pull away.
“You can’t get fucked raw by strangers. I’m serious,” I growl. I can't seem to loosen my fingers on his shirt.
“But…”
My eyes narrow at him, and his feeble push on my chest turns into caressing. His jaw relaxes and his lips part slightly at me. Most of all, his eyes give off a completely different energy now.
Those are his fuck me eyes.
“Why are you doing shit like that?” I whisper. I let go of his shirt and he stumbles backwards into the door. I push my upper body against his and he moans. “Why?”
“I need to … get bred…” His pecs expand against mine from his heavy breathing.
“Did he make you cum?” Miles whimpers as I push my crotch into his. Obviously not.
I’m going to fuck the hell out of him. Until he can’t think about dick anymore. The desire becomes so clear in my head. I put my head next to his, pushing my forehead into the door. Then, I turn my head slightly and Miles reacts just the way I knew he would. He rubs his jaw against mine, pushing roughly into the beard I'm working on.
“Promise me you won't do it again.” I whisper in his ear.
“But…” Miles whispers vulnerably.
“If you do, I’ll cum in you anytime you want.”.
“Oh…” His hands go up my shirt and I groan at the feeling of us connecting again.
“Promise me.” My lips touch his ear, and I naturally nibble on it.
“Oh…” I feel his cock flex against mine. “Okay. I promise.”
I hook my fingers on his shorts.
I'm going to fuck the hell out of him.