Tiny Little Details (bxb)

chapter twenty-four

"You look good." Were the first words from Jamie's mouth as Milo came strolling through the locker-room showers. He'd just finished a pretty lengthy workout in the pool whilst Jamie was upstairs, in the gym. They'd gotten in the habit of working out together now that they were officially public to their peers. Jamie wasn't a huge fan of swimming – bloody British people – and Milo wasn't a big gym nut, unlike him, so it just worked.

Milo rolled his eyes, "Quit eye-fucking me, you perv."

In Jamie's defence, he did look good. Milo's hair was still wet from his shower, leaving wet curls hanging over his foreheat, and his chest was still dripping with moisture.

Jamie threw his hands up, "If you'd quit being so fucking gorgeous all the time, maybe I would."

Milo blinked at him. He wasn't ready for fucking gorgeous to sound so good in his soft, English accent, but here he was; already in awe of it.

"Ha. Well."

When the locker-room emptied out, leaving just the two of them, Jamie pounced forward and trapped him in a stirring kiss. Milo suddenly hated Jamie for getting him all riled up right before school, but still lost himself in the kiss – again. It was easy when Jamie's lips were so soft and...just, well, good.

Milo sighed, "We really should stop doing this, you know?"

"Why's that?"

"We're going to get caught one of these days." Milo told Jamie, who shrugged and continued kissing him. He makes a good point, Milo thought to himself, giving in with a breathy moan.

Jamie was holding Milo up by his hips and the two boys were praying that nobody walked in on them getting frisky in the locker room. Because a) that would be embarrassing and b) Milo really, really didn't want to stop. They had a while before school was set to begin, what's the harm in making the most out of this precious time before they were subjected to seven long hours of education? Jamie pressed him against the lockers, Milo's back slamming into the metal with a loud thud, but he didn't mind. Unlike most of their kisses before, this one wasn't so sweet ang gentle. This was vigorous and rough, like a battlefield of lips, tongues and teeth – both of them wanting the top spot; to be in control. And like always, Jamie was winning by a tenfold. Milo may as well not have been competing in the first place, Jamie was one talented man. Milo sunk into the kiss, allowing himself to be completely held up by Jamie, who was losing himself a little too.

"Jesus," Milo whispered when he lost his balance, falling back into the lockers only to be lifted back up by his boyfriend. Milo knew what Jamie was after – and without much objection, he gave in. He jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jamie's torso.

Jamie smiled in the kiss, nothing out of the ordinary. Jamie always smiled. It was his defining trait.

"We could skip school," Jamie suggested, "and head back to mine?"

Milo bit his lip and considered the offer a lot more than he probably should've. He whined and pulled away from Jamie, resulting in an annoyed sigh from the boy, "We shouldn't."

"But we could?" Jamie kissed him quickly.

"Jamie..." Milo protested when said boy started kissing his neck, which was completely off limits before school. Milo had no interest in walking around with Jamie's branding all over his skin. But then Jamie nipped at his skin and Milo moaned loudly and he thought, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Milo was fucked. Jamie's soft, English accent was getting to him and he knew it too. Milo had a weak spot for Jamie's accent. But god, could you blame him? Just listen to him, being all British and hot and sexy...it's impossible not to melt.