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“Just until I warm up,” Miles said, “then I’ll leave you alone.” While there wasn’t that much space in the tent, Miles would figure out a way to sleep without a single body part of his touching Beckett. He’d give Beckett a break. He’d stop making him suffer.
They lay there for what must have been at least fifteen minutes. Miles didn’t fall asleep—firstly, he wasn’t allowed to, because he had to untangle himself from Beckett before that happened, but secondly, even if he wanted to, he physically couldn’t.
He was no longer freezing, which meant his mind had the space to absorb the fact that Beckett was embracing him. The shock was so bad, that, for some reason, his body felt electrically charged, adrenaline rushing through his veins.
Beckett shifted slightly, letting out an ‘mm’ that vibrated against Miles.
No, no, no, no, no.
Miles tried to focus his mind on other things, but he couldn’t stop thinking about all the places their bodies were touching. Beckett’s breaths against his hair. Beckett’s pecs against his chest. Beckett’s muscular thighs keeping his legs warm.
Miles took a startled breath, but that meant his nose was filled with the smell of his best friend.
His dick throbbed.
4
MILES LAY THERE helplessly as his dick swelled in his pants. It’d be weird if he suddenly rolled out of Beckett’s arms now. He would ask what was wrong, and Miles would have to either lie, not for the first time that day, or tell the truth, which would defeat the purpose of moving away in the first place.
At first, it was just a semi, so Miles tried to be optimistic. It’d go away soon, and Beckett probably wouldn’t notice it.
Seconds ticked by. Miles prayed to the universe. A minute passed by and his prayer went unanswered because he only got harder, his erection pushing against the constrictive cotton of his underwear. His entire body felt like it was tight, and the primal part of his brain was trying to convince him to get some release while the more powerful, logical part of him was scrambling to figure a way out of this mess.
“Beckett?” Miles whispered, hoping he had already fallen asleep.
Beckett swallowed, the noise loud in the dark tent. “Yes?”
“Can you feel that?”
For a moment, Miles hoped Beckett would say, “Feel what?” as if there was any chance he couldn’t feel Miles’s hard cock pressed into his thigh.
“Yeah,” he said, voice sounding strangled.
Miles flushed. Beckett was embarrassed for him. How humiliating.
“I’m sorry,” Miles said, adjusting his body, but in the process, his erection brushed against Beckett, sending a bolt of pleasure through him. He had to bite down on his lip so he didn’t gasp out loud.
“It’s fine,” Beckett said.
“Maybe I should…” Miles pulled away from Beckett completely and only then realized that Beckett hadn’t let go of him, not even when it was obvious Miles was getting hard. It probably would have been too awkward for Beckett to push him away, so he’d just stayed still.
Miles rolled over so his back was to Beckett. Cool air on the far side of the tent prickled his face uncomfortably, but he knew that if he remained pressed in Beckett’s arms, his erection wouldn’t have gone away any time soon.
He thought of unsexy things. Paying his hot water bill. That stressful exam from last semester. Forgetting his sleeping bag—
Forgetting his sleeping bag which led to sharing a tent with Beckett, whose body was so close and near, his breaths audible.
“Has it, um…” Beckett cleared his throat.
Miles glanced down, even though he already knew. His cock had been sending relentless messages to his brain, begging Miles to do something about it. Trying to taunt Miles into doing something stupid like rut against the sleeping mat until he came into his pajama pants. “No.”
Beckett let out a long breath, and Miles tried to decipher it. It wasn’t an annoyed sigh. More like…
“If you want, you can relieve yourself,” Beckett said.
“Relieve myself?” Miles rolled over and stared at Beckett.
“You know what I mean.” Beckett glanced away. “Jerk off. Wank. Masturbate.”
