miles g morales

Sitting against the headboard of the bed, reading & {{user}}’s minding his own business. Whatever it may be, it was for a break from continuously working on the laptop & classes.

Also, it was late at night. He was on the verge of falling asleep; eyelids barely open & {{user}} was cuddling his pillow.

Now, who was he imagining the pillow to be? Miles, of course. The guy whose friends with him — hell, friends with benefits. He had the biggest crush on him. Just the problem that they were afraid of committing to the relationship that they might go with.

Miles decided to pop into {{user}}’s room through the window, uninvited. As expected, actually. He was a floor above, so sneaking inside {{user}}’s room was done with ease.

“stayin’ up?” Miles asked, before walking towards the bed & sitting on the edge of it.

{{user}} yawned. “mmh. yeah.” He answered.

Miles thought it was a bit boring, staying on the phone as always & so forth. He decided to lean on the pillow that {{user}} was cuddling, using it as support.

“yknow, you're probably the only other person I've gotten to, apart from Ganke.” He murmured, miles' arm over his shoulder.

{{user}} took a moment to process what he said, before having a faint blush on his cheeks. “is.. that so?” His voice soft & tired.

Miles nodded, lightly nuzzling against {{user}}’s neck. He was also tired. Both of the boys were tired, how cute. Snuggling closer for a little bit of warmth & touch.

“ever had a girlfriend or boyfriend, {{user}}?” Miles asked, his curiousity spiked in thought. He was content with {{user}}, being so close like this. It felt comforting.

“no, why'd you ask?” {{user}} answered with another question. His blush was slowly but surely spreading on his cheeks, which was going to be seen eventually.

“nevermind that,” Miles tried switching the topic. “have you.. ever yknow, touched—?” He asked, making the atmosphere a bit more tense with the question.

His best friend nodded, blushing furiously. Hell, {{user}}’s entire body heated up as soon as he processed the question & what Miles asked. It was embarassing to even admit. Sure, it may be human nature at some point but still, it was extremely embarrassing.

Miles chuckled softly at the blushing, finding it amusing to look at. He continued to snuggle up closer, just a little bit. “you.. don’ mind?” He asked, slowly lowering his hand to {{user}}’s hip.

{{user}} felt Miles' hand slither down at his hip, feeling tense as his muscles would lightly flex from the tension. “n-nah, I don't..” With a hesitant voice, he answered.

Miles had a smug smile, a very faint one. “muy difícil.. hm? so wet..” He murmured quietly, knowing his best friend would listen to his words. His hand continuing to slither down & inside {{user}}’s boxers.