Miles' eyes shimmered, tears spilling freely down his flushed cheeks. His drunken state only made his emotions more raw, more honest. The sadness he'd buried for so long was finally surfacing. Ethan gently wiped a tear from Miles' cheek with his thumb.
"You must've misunderstood about that lady," Ethan said softly. "She was only here for a business meeting. I should've told you. And I'm sorry… for not answering your calls."
Miles sniffled, lips trembling. "Everyone hates me because I'm gay," he whispered. "When my dad found out, my parents started arguing every day. He said… he said he hates gay people. They divorced… because of me."
Ethan's eyes darkened with pain. He wrapped his arms around Miles tightly. "It's not your fault. Don't say that. I don't hate you. I could never hate you."
Miles looked up, his eyes searching Ethan's face. "But… I like you. I've liked you since the beginning."
A beat of silence passed.
Ethan took a deep breath and whispered, "But I don't like you."
Miles' breath caught in his throat. He looked away, trying to pull back, but Ethan gently held him in place.
"I don't like you," Ethan repeated, "because I love you."
And then he leaned in, pressing his lips to Miles' in a kiss that was soft, but filled with years of unspoken feelings.
Ethan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes never leaving Miles. His gaze was intense, heated—filled with something Miles had only dreamed of seeing.
His hands slid around Miles' waist, pulling him close. One by one, their clothes fell away, until the warm glow of the bedside lamp bathed Miles' soft, pale skin in golden light. Ethan's breath hitched.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his fingers tracing Miles' delicate curves, stopping at his chest. His lips curled into a playful smirk. "I want a taste."
Miles blinked, confused—until Ethan grabbed the glass of milk sitting on the nightstand.
"W-What are you doing—"
Before he could finish, Ethan poured a slow stream of milk across Miles' chest, the liquid cool against his heated skin. Miles gasped, and Ethan leaned down, licking it off with slow, teasing strokes.
When his tongue flicked over a pink nipple, Miles whimpered, unable to hold back the sound. His body arched instinctively, reacting to every touch, every heated kiss.
"E-Ethan…" he moaned softly, his voice breathless.
"You're delicious," Ethan murmured, lips brushing against Miles' skin. "Don't hold back. Not tonight."
Ethan gently scooped Miles into his arms, Their lips met again, deeper this time, fueled by the years of unspoken emotions between them. As their clothes fell to the floor, one by one, Miles's breath hitched at the sight of Ethan—his body, his gaze, everything.
"It's… it's big," Miles whispered, cheeks flushed.
Ethan smirked, voice low. "You sure you're ready?"
Miles nodded, his eyes steady despite the pink on his cheeks.
Ethan leaned over to the bedside drawer, tearing open a foil packet. "I'll be gentle."
Their bodies moved in sync, slow at first, then more desperate, consumed by the heat they had kept buried for so long. The room filled with the sound of gasps and soft moans, the intensity building between them like a storm finally set free.
By the time dawn painted the sky with light, only soft breathing and tangled limbs remained.
The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains as Miles slowly opened his eyes. His gaze landed on Ethan, sleeping peacefully beside him. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming.
"Maybe... it's just a dream," Miles whispered under his breath, his voice barely audible.
Ethan's eyes fluttered open, catching Miles mid-thought. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Miles' lips.
"Good morning," he said with a smile. "It's not a dream."
Miles' cheeks turned red in an instant. He quickly turned his face away, flustered.
But Ethan wasn't letting him off so easily. He gently cupped Miles' jaw and turned his face back.
"Why are you being shy?" Ethan teased, his voice low and playful. "Last night… we did a lot more than just kissing."
Miles buried his face into Ethan's chest, embarrassed. "Shut up…" he muttered, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
Ethan chuckled softly and pulled him closer. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine… just a little sore," Miles replied quietly.
"Ohh," Ethan smirked knowingly. "Well, it was your first time."
Miles tried to sit up. "I have an important class today. I should get ready."
But Ethan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back into the bed.
"Just stay like this… for a little longer," he murmured, his voice tender against Miles' ear.