Because that’s what they are at least, right? Friends?
Slowly, Calvin nods. He grabs some clothes from the closet, and Miles sits by the chair near the desk. His board shorts are mostly dry, but it would still be odd to sit on Calvin’s bed. What was he even doing here?
“I’m sorry,” Calvin murmurs. Miles’s attention snaps up. He can’t stand how miserable Calvin sounds. He should have helped him drown Chase, that would have cheered him up. “I’m overthinking. I tend to do that.”
“You’re not,” Miles sighs.
He’s still not facing Miles. His shoulders are stiff, and he makes for the bathroom, then stops right before he enters. Calvin puts a hand on the door frame and his grip tightens around it, his knuckles going white. Miles thinks he’s about to get kicked out.
“Miles.” The way he says his name is so hesitant that Miles’s chest tightens. Calvin’s gaze darts across Miles’s face, as if he’s searching for something in Miles and he has no idea what.
“What is it?”
A beat of silence passes. Calvin exhales, shoulders slacking. “Come here.”
He gives him a questioning look, wondering what this is about, and Calvin cocks his head to the shower, and just like that, Miles forgets to breathe.
“If you want to,” Calvin says, and Miles almost chokes on a laugh because of course he wants to. He has never wanted anything more.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he manages to croak out. His legs are heavywhen he stands up and walks toward Calvin. It’s pathetic how his hands shake with nerves, so he balls them into fists and tugs at the hem of his shirt.
Miles cradles his cheeks as if he’s made of glass and Calvin’s mouth parts. There’s something dark that flickers in Calvin’s eyes. His skin is warm under Miles’s fingers, and he leans in to the touch, and Miles knows if he doesn’t make his move now he might miss it forever.
He tips Calvin’s head back and presses his lips against his. It’s as mind-blowing as it was the first time around. Calvin’s lips are wet and soft, and he kisses Miles back slowly. Despite that, Miles is pretty sure this will ruin him.
It’s only a few kisses, and it’s too much; his brain’s foggy, and he can’t think. Miles kisses him deeper, and Calvin startles when his nose knocks his glasses slightly. Grinning, Miles leans away and holds them by the handles. Calvin closes his eyes as they’re pulled off.
He places the glasses on top of the shelf. Nervously, Miles puts a hand on Calvin’s nape and pulls him close. When he runs his tongue in between his lips, Calvin makes a soft sound that stirs something in him. Miles gently pushes him backward until his back is against the door frame, and Calvin inhales sharply when Miles does it again—runs his tongue against his lips until Calvin parts them.
Miles groans against Calvin’s mouth.
Calvin grasps the side of his shirt, pulling him even closer, and he’s so warm—so incredibly warm and he smells so good it makes Miles dizzy. It’s unfair how good he smells, when Miles is pretty sure hehimself smells like sweat and dirt. He trails his hand from Calvin’s nape, to his chest, downward, and Calvin buckles when Miles palms him through his shorts.
“Come on,” Calvin hisses. He sounds so breathless, so amazing, and Miles kisses him as he traces the outline of his already hard dick with a thumb. “Shower.”
When Calvin pulls away, Miles chases after his lips. He frowns, already missing the contact.
There’s a hand on his elbow, and Calvin leads him to the bathroom that’s honestly too small to fit two grown men. Somehow, they make it work.
Calvin opens the glass door to the shower and fiddles with the knobs, adjusting it to the right temperature while Miles catches his own reflection in the mirror. His hair’s messier than it ever has been and cheeks are flushed red.
He’s already ruined, and he’s only got Calvin to blame for it.
“Miles.”
“Yes, hi,” Miles says, beaming too brightly. He gets all up in Calvin’s space, and in a moment of clarity, he holds Calvin’s still damp shirt and pulls it over his head. Miles pulls his off, as well, and there’s something to be said for the way his heart leaps when Calvin eyes his torso.
They pull their shorts off, too, boxers and all, and Miles’s breath hitches with what he sees. Calvin’s body is out of this world, and Miles’s mouth waters when he sees his dick hard against his taut stomach. He wants to put his mouth all over him.
Calvin self-consciously rubs his nose and looks down, and Mileswon’t have that. He steps closer to him and kisses him, puts a hand on his hip and grips it tightly, leading him backward to the water.
They make out in the shower, and Miles wants to make a joke about how this will be great for the inn’s water bill. He snickers at his own internal joke, and it earns him a confused look from Calvin, which Miles kisses away.
Calvin squeezes shampoo on his head and runs his hands through Miles’s hair, washing it, and it’s so incredibly domestic. He finally gets a look at the bottle of vanilla body wash that Calvin uses, and that small detail makes him smile.
Miles makes humming sounds and closes his eyes. He likes Calvin’s fingers in his hair, gently scraping his scalp with his nails. He returns the favor, doing the same for Calvin, kissing him the entire time. Some suds get into his eyes, and Calvin wipes them away with a wet hand. Then they’re washing each other with soap, running their hands over each other’s skin, and Miles almost stumbles when Calvin wraps his fingers around his cock.
“This okay?” Calvin asks.
