#thread; miles

when he’d been called to the frat house for noise complains, miles seriously wasn’t expecting this to happen. sure, he expected the usual rowdy frat parties that sometimes devolved into something a little more than indecent but he’d usually never participated in the depravity that went on behind the scenes. miles had caught the jock looking at him one too many times, and it wasn’t the first time either — fucker kept glancing down towards his uniformed pants every time he’d made an appearance to the house. miles just had to wave his authority around a little bit and brett had turned from a fratbro to a fratbitch; or more specifically his fratbitch. at least he let the other have some decency, the campus cop was kind enough to lead the other somewhere more secluded: one of the bedrooms upstairs instead of taking him right there on the couch where the heart of the party was. miles could tell from the way brett fit around him that it was hardly his first time, but he was definitely struggling with his length such that miles had to force it in with a brutal pace. “something tells me this isn’t your first time dealing with someone of my size though, or at least somewhat smaller than.” he bit his lip, using the leverage he had on the younger man’s hands (currently tied together with his leather belt) to thrust forward, and backward repeatedly, not caring for brett’s comfort or pleasure. brett however, was receiving at least some from of pleasure from being used like this, if his hard leaking cock just dangling there was anything to go by. “‘sides, you’ve been staring at my crotch far too often to not make an educated guess, princess.”

miles was enjoying a nice night in for once rather than going out to any parties. he was in the middle of watching a movie, when he heard his a text notification come in. pulling his phone out of his pocket, he wasn’t expecting to hear from the person texting him. last he heard they were out at a party.  reading over the text, he responded with a quick on the way and got up pausing his movie. slipping on his shoes, he grabbed his wallet and phone and headed out of his apartment. hopping into the driver side of his car, he put the address sent to him in the gps, after about twenty minutes of driving he had finally arrived. turning his engine off, he hopped out of his car and leanded against it. ‘i’m here, waiting for you out front’ he shot a text at the person. stuffing his phone and hands into his pockets, pacing back and forth.

The mechanic stepped forward, thumbs sliding into the waistband of his pants, the rest of his fingers perfectly framing his crotch. Somewhere along the way, he lost his tank top, not that it really covered much of his muscular frame anyway, when his nipples had been peaking out the whole time. Body now slick with sweat, oil and grime, Miles whistled, lifting his hand from the band and dragging it from his heaving pecs down to his abs and further still to his crotch where he gave his hard-on a couple lazy tugs. He’d been eyeing Hiram’s muscular body and shapely ass the whole time he was working, and honestly? It had been fucking distracting. “Not to mention you wanted the job fast-tracked. That’s going to cost you extra.” Using his other hand, Miles gestured for the other to turn around with his fingers, “Go on then, you ain’t my only customer.”

Perhaps one day he’ll work up the courage to actually say something. For now, he was self-imposed with watching Sebastian with lover after lover and wanting impossibly from the closest of distances to afar. “You should really invest in some armor, it’ll do you some good. I'm sure there’s something fancy that’ll suit your tastes.”