“People walk there?” Miles scrunched his nose. “And spill food there, and throw up there, and probably piss there too. There’s not much that disgusts me more than people getting down and dirty with the Walk of Fame.”
“I never thought about that.”
“Good thing you have me so you don’t have to.” He gave me a quick smirk and shifted his pose, resting his back against the side of the bus. “Did you want to go look at them with your brother?”
“Honestly?” I shook my head. I didn’t. This wasn’t the kind of thing I wanted to see. I wanted to get to know Miles more based on the thingshewanted me to see.
“What do you want to do after this? There’s tons of places down the road to eat if you wanted.”
“I want to eat at your favorite restaurant,” I said.
“My favorite restaurant isn’t in Hollywood.”
“Then we’ll get out of here.”
Miles laughed softly under his breath. “You’re in charge, boss.”
“I know that’s new for you,” I teased, turning into him so our knees pressed together. “But I think you’ll get used to it.”
“Used to you.” He leaned in, a small smile on his mouth, and kissed me.
It was a quiet and tame kind of kiss, compared to the way we so often were with each other, but it made my heart restless for more. I took Miles’s face into my hands, groaning into his mouth and asking for more.
“Not here,” he murmured against my mouth, pulling away. “I’m not after an indecency charge.”
“We talked about public acts before, didn’t we?” I tried to think back to our first nights together, those games of yes or no when we tried to feel out each other’s likes and dislikes while we fought for control of our pleasure.
“Not quite. I asked you if I’d asked you, and I hadn’t.”
“You can ask me again if you want.” My cock ached between my legs, well on its way to being hard, which was not appropriate given the time, the place, or the company who weren’t more than fifty feet away.
Miles leaned close again, wicked grin on his kiss-shined lips. “How do you feel about sex in public?”
“I’m not against it.”
He made a pleased sound and returned to his original, relaxed posture against the side of the bus.
“I’ll make a note.”
Other riders began to clamber back up the stairs, and it wasn’t long before Wes and Grayson returned. Wes spun around, swiping through his phone to show me all the pictures he’d taken, including the ones Grayson had taken of him.
“This is as close as he would let me get,” Wes pouted at one photo, his body bent toward the ground, but his head still a good three feet away from the concrete handprints and signatures.
“Good,” I said, glancing at Grayson. “Thank you.”
He gave me a tentative nod, things between us still a little tender after the misunderstanding about my brother. I wanted to hold it against him because it seemed that his assumptions had just caused a lot of grief for all of us, but after talking it through with Miles, I at least understood where Grayson was coming from. It hadn’t been a place of malice or ill-intent. He was just worried about his best friend. Maybe a little too invested, but there wasn’t much to be done about that. I wasn’t in the market for trying to change my partners, and Miles was no exception.
“We have one stop left on our tour today…” The guide droned through the static-y and hard to decipher microphone, but I didn’t bother trying to hear him. We were on the bus for the duration, and after the tour ended, our next destination was up to Miles. I moved to lean against his side, and he wrapped his arm around me comfortably.
Silence settled, only jarred by a text alert chirping from my pocket. I had no idea who would be texting me, so I took my phone out, finding Rome’s name on the screen.
“Who’s Rome?” Miles pressed his chin into my shoulder and kissed the back of my ear.
“My ex.”
He huffed. “Do I need to be jealous?”
“He’s happily back in love with his high school sweetheart.” I swiped my finger across the screen, our last messages and the new one flashing into view.
