Page 156 of Summer Holiday Lifeline

“Hey!” But Steven laughed and snuggled his face into the crook of Myles’s neck. “I wasn’t finished getting it all set up.”

“You didn’t have to do that all on your own.”

Steven pushed free of his grip and scooted into the room where he’d been moving furniture. It was painted the colour of midnight-blue—not quite black—on three walls. The fourth and biggest, opposite the windows that faced the front yard, was wallpapered in a stunning borealis array of colour. The dark wood furniture blended nicely into the background, and the bedding matched the wall colour.

“You think Jet will like this? I mean, we talked about it. Facetimed, even, but he hasn’t seen it in person yet. And now I can’t decide where to put the bed. Under the window? Because that faces the door and that might be good. But he might also like it over there. Out of eye-line from the door, right? For privacy? He’s… well, we were that age once. I’ve moved it back and forth twice now and⁠—”

“Steven.” Myles cupped his face.

“What?”

Instead of speaking, Myles kissed him. Hard.

Steven sighed and melted a bit.

Unsure he could support more than his own weight, should Steven sag any more, Myles pushed him against the wall.

That made Steven grunt.

Myles took advantage of his parted lips and slid his tongue inside.

“Mmmm.” Steven gripped his sweater in both hands, surrendering to the kiss so completely Myles’s head spun.

He didn’t back down, though. Unlike nearly every other time they’d come together, Steven didn’t try to take over. Myles wasn’t about to complain. He pressed the kiss deeper, both hands now holding Steven’s head still so he could plunder freely.

Steven plastered himself against Myles, hips to chest.

Myles ground his hardening cock against Steven’s body, eliciting a chest-deep moan and shivers that overtook Steven’s entire body.

Myles backed off. “You okay?”

“Need this,” Steven panted. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Myles cupped Steven’s ass to pull him in tighter and kissed him again, tipping his chin up with a thumb to trail his mouth over Steven’s throat. The feel of his Adam’s apple and stubble and sweat heated Myles’s blood. His heart pounded at the chance to be the one in charge for a change.

“Can’t move,” Steven whined.

“That’s the idea.” Myles rocked against him. “Just relax.”

“Mmmf.” Steven dropped his head back against the wall.

“That’s it.” Sucking up a bit of skin between his teeth, Myles worried at it until Steven was panting and trying to rut against him.

“You want to get off?” Myles asked.

Steven grunted, no words, but clearly an affirmative.

“Don’t move.” Myles released him only long enough to drop to his knees, yanking the thankfully loose track pants Steven was wearing down with him. Before Steven could make a suggestion, Myles licked up his cock and took it into his mouth.

“Ohmygod.” Steven thrust his hips forwards, and Myles swallowed. “Shit. I’m gonna… Myles.” He dug fingers into Myles’s hair to hold him still, and there went the control Myles had taken of the situation.

It was fine. He’d gotten what he wanted, which was for Stevn to forget about perfect and take what Myles had. He opened his throat and moaned around Steven’s thrusting cock.

“This is going to be fast,” Steven said, breathy and indistinct.

Myles nodded, gazing up at him, and for that moment, lost in the brilliant blue of Steven’s gaze.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know?” Steven said.