A Lover's Decision

Chapter 9

Myles was pissed.

When he told Rhyn he wanted to talk, he didn't expect the other guy to run away. Then he really didn't expect him to get drunk.

After hours of killing things and occassionally each other, they called it a night. Ryan left first, and Myles said he'd help clean up. They cleaned up the crumbs and threw away the trash. Rhys gorged himself on the brownies.

Myles told him he was going to check on Rhyn. Rhys didn't seem to mind since he didn't say anything. So he went upstairs to check on the youngest man in the house.

He knocked on the door. It took a moment, but the door finally opened. Rhyn stumbled slightly, but he backed away to allow Myles access. The other man looked around the room, eyes falling on the half empty Knob Creek bottle.

He sighed and reached for the discarded clothing on the floor. Rhyn's once neat room was cluttered. His inebriated state made him forgetful. Rhyn was in the bathroom attempting to shower. Myles watched him teeter as he tried to get into the shower.

A giggle escaped him as he sat down heavily on the toilet lid. Myles walked in and squatted down to help him remove his pants. He balled them up and looked up just as a shirt landed on his face. He heard another giggle as he pulled it off.

Rhyn used him to lever himself into a standing position. Myles held his wrist as he stepped over the base of the shower. He held the wall as he shuffled under the water, sighing when it hit his face.

Myles picked up his dirty laundry and tossed it in the bin. He heard a clatter and went back to the bathroom. Rhyn was sitting on the shelf having lost his balance. Sighing, Myles kicked off his shoes and socks then put his phone on the vanity. He stepped into the shower and held Rhyn up.

At first, Rhyn fought him, but as soon as Myles massaged his scalp, he gave up. He leaned his back against the taller guy let him wash his hair. He hummed a little at the feelings running through him. This was probably the most honest he'd been in two weeks.

As he rinsed his hair, Myles turned Rhyn to face him so he didn't accidentally drown him. Rhyn held his waist loosely as he enjoyed the pampering. He opened his eyes and looked up at Myles. His gaze was half-lidded, but there were plenty of emotions swirling around in the grey depths.

When Myles was satisfied the suds were gone, he put the shower head back in its holder. Rhyn held Myles's waist tighter, hands running up his back slowly. Myles looked down at him, taking in the heat radiating from his eyes.

Rhyn stepped forward half a step until he was flush against him. Myles held his waist loosely as he watched him closely. He didn't budge when the younger man lifted up and kissed him. He was a very aware person, and he knew Rhyn was drunk this time, but he couldn't help himself.

He kissed Rhyn back with such fervor that it took his breath away. Rhyn tilted his head, kissing him as smoothly as he could. His hands ran all along his back and wasit until they came around to his chest. They traveled down to the hem of his shirt and began to lift it.

Myles pulled away and grabbed his traveling hands. He licked his lips and looked down at Rhyn. He pouted cutely.

"We can't," he objected. "I learned my lesson last time."

Rhyn whined, pecking his clothed chest several times. "I want you to help me."

Myles brought his hands up and held his head. "Help you with what?"

"With this." The shorter man's hands flailed between the two of them until he nearly collapsed. He fell against the other man with an uncontrollable giggle.