Uncharted Territory

"Deeper. Deeper," groaned Miles. "Oh yeah, that's the spot!"

Miles was currently lying face down on the Milligans' couch and Tristan was on top of him, straddling his hips.

"What would you do without my massages?" Tristan asked smugly as he was working on a particularly tight knot on the brunet's bare back.

"Quit basketball, probably. Armstrong is killing us out there."

Tristan massaged Miles' shoulder blades and finished up by slowly working his way down the spine.

"Okay, all done."

He started to climb off, but Miles turned to stop him when he was halfway up. The blond gave his boyfriend a questioning look. Miles rolled on to his back and tugged Tristan to sit on top of him, with his legs resting on both sides of his hips once again. Tristan's gaze immediately drifted to Miles' chiseled abs.

"My eyes are up here," he teased.

Tristan blushed and looked away. Miles chuckled softly as he scooped his boyfriend's hand and dropped it on his chest. Their eyes met.

"Can I-"

"Please."

Tristan let his fingertips dance over Miles' skin, delicately tracing the defined lines and acquainting himself with this new territory. He decided that he preferred a smooth chest compared to the mat of hair that he experienced in his previous relationship, if one could even call it that. He was pleased when he heard Miles hum softly with pleasure and it encouraged him press down harder.

The heat from Tristan's hands coursed through Miles' body as the brunet's heart began to beat faster. His eyes closed on their own accord, and his breathing hitched when Tristan brushed by his nipple. He had no idea that he was this sensitive, but then again it was most likely his boyfriend's magic touch. While half of him wanted to pounce on Tristan and ravish him right then and there, he understood the importance of allowing him to be in control. Of letting him decide the pace of this exploration session.

When the blond took his hands away, Miles opened his eyes and smiled at the tender look that Tristan was giving him. He lifted himself up to gather the boy in his arms, and Tristan stretched out his legs to allow Miles to bring him down to join him on the couch. Neither of them had to say anything but they knew at that moment they couldn't feel more content and at peace.