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They touched themselves again at the same time. Miles wrapped a hand around himself, the wet spit feeling godly as he coated it everywhere and stroked himself faster and faster until he was matching Beckett’s rhythm.
He stared at the blur of Beckett’s hand, the hints of movement in his plaid pajamas. “You should take them off so I can see,” Miles murmured.
Only when Beckett paused to push the waistband down did Miles realize what he said. There was no time for regret though, because right before his eyes was Beckett’s cock. It was just as big as he’d imagined—long and thick and standing at attention, the head shiny with spit and pre-come, a vein running down one side.
Miles’s mouth went dry. Never in a million years did he think he’d ever see Beckett like this.
“You too,” Beckett ordered, voice gruff.
Miles rushed to obey, the air cool against his dick. When Beckett latched his eyes on Miles’s length, his hand shook unsteadily.
“Fuck,” Beckett hissed.
Heavy breaths filled the tent. Somehow they found themselves moving close to each other until their foreheads were almost touching. Miles looked down at the sight of them, the tips of their cocks an inch apart. For a second, he imagined frotting against Beckett, their dicks sliding together—
“Are you close?” he panted. “I’m going to come soon.”
“Oh, fuck. Me too,” Beckett replied. With his free hand, he clutched the sleeping bag and there was something incredibly erotic about seeing his hand flex, his knuckles straining against skin as he struggled to maintain control.
“I want to see you come,” Miles said without thinking. “I want to see you come all over your hand.”
“Miles,” Beckett whimpered, and took Miles’s mouth with his.
It was the last thing Miles had expected, but as soon as Beckett’s mouth touched his, he sank into the kiss. As their pleasure heightened, they began moaning into each other’s mouths, the other man swallowing the sounds.
Beckett was kissing him. His best friend Beckett. The very same Beckett who, until recently, Miles assumed never had a sexual thought in his life. And now Beckett was stroking himself like crazy while kissing Miles like he was starving, like he hadn’t eaten in years.
Miles knew he was going to come soon and snaked his spare hand up over the back of Beckett’s neck before grabbing his hair as his body tightened.
His fingers dug into Beckett’s scalp as he came into his hand, catching his seed in his fist. Beckett pulled his lips off him and pressed his face against the top of Miles’s head, mouth against his hairline. “I’m going to come,” he gasped, hips jerking.
“Come, Beckett,” Miles urged.
When Beckett did, a few moments later, he muffled his moan in Miles’s hair.
For a few minutes, they lay there, catching their breaths, and then Miles’s heart rate eventually returned to normal. Beckett passed Miles a handful of tissues.
Miles wiped up his palm, chucked the scrunched-up tissues in the far corner of the tent, then slumped against the sleeping mat.
Beckett closed his eyes. Miles knew he should roll away and give him some space, but before he could, Beckett pulled him close and wrapped his arms around Miles’s torso, and then they were falling asleep.
*
When Miles woke up, he was alone in the tent. He sat up and stretched his arms. Last night was some of the best sleep he’d had in a while.
His tissues from last night were gone. Beckett must have thrown them out.
He got onto his knees and folded up the sleeping bag, then crawled out of the tent. The grass under his flip-flops were damp with dew and the previous night’s rain. The sun was already up in the sky, warming his face.
He got changed in his tent, took a seat under the gazebo, and watched Beckett walk over from where he’d been filling up the camping kettle with fresh water. When he noticed Miles, something flickered over his face, but all he said was, “Morning,” in a normal voice.
“Good morning,” Miles said. “Have you been awake for long?”
“Only thirty minutes.” Beckett put the bush kettle on the stove and took his seat beside Miles. They listened to cockatoos and magpies squabble as they sipped on instant coffee.
When Beckett finished his drink, he stood up.
“Sit,” Miles said.
