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My character walking in on yours in the shower. ;

    He was babysitting his nephew for the weekend while Amelia and Ryan were doing...gross married couple things that still had Milo giggling about. He was a twenty year old man and he still gagged when he saw his sister kissing her husband, but it didn't mean he wasn't happy for them. He loved them both dearly. And his little peanut, Jackson. He was only a couple months old and he was a joy to take care of. Milo knew he wanted to be a Daddy someday. He wasn't ready yet, but he was getting there.

    Plus, Grayson was there. Milo had half a mind to just ask him to move in. Which was what he planned on doing sometime during that weekend. Preferably not whilst covered in his nephew's spit up, but beggars can't be choosers in these scenarios. Humming, he checked on the sleeping infant and smiled before walking into his bedroom.

    Without a thought, he turned into the bathroom and stopped in his tracks when he saw the shower was running. And Grayson was standing beneath the shower head. Milo quietly sighed and arched a brow as he leaned against the doorway with his arms over his bare chest while he watched. "You gonna stand there like an idiot or are you gonna join me?"

    Milo's grin only grew wider when he heard Grayson's words and he'd already kicked his jeans off and stepped inside and wrapped his arms around the other from behind, placing a kiss to his shoulder.

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Gentle Kiss. ;

     The pounding in his head woke him up and as soon as light flashed through the bedroom, he knew exactly what was happening. The headache surged from both sides of his head and into his eyes and down the back of his neck and it was just the worst feeling in the world. His groan must’ve been louder than he realized because Grayson was now sitting up with a frown on his face. Milo squeezed his eyes shut and a hiss enrolled from his lips as the pain got worse and Grayson was out of bed and in the bathroom, searching for Milo’s migraine medication.

    By the time the boy had found the bottle and grabbed a glass of water, Milo had vomited into the trash bin twice because of the pain. “Hey, hey.” Grayson climbed onto the bed with the pillows and brushed the curls from the boy’s eyes. He pressed a kiss to his temple and Milo swallowed all three pills before turning and whimpering as he buried his head against the other’s chest to block out any light around them. “”m right here, just relax,” He heard Grayson whisper to him.

    Milo pulled away and tears glistened in his eyes, “I’m sorry if I scared you. These get really bad…” He shook his head as he cupped his jaw. Leaning in, he caught Gray’s mouth gently and kissed him slowly. Milo pulled him just a little closer, sighing against his lips. “I don’t foresee myself moving from this bed today. If you don’t mind laying here with me.”