Miles's face was turning more red by the second. He concluded that he hated his best friend. His best friend was a horrible monster that couldn't be trusted. He believed Tyler deserved all the evil in the world for what he was doing to Miles at that moment.
The two boys were in the auditorium. Sitting through yet another senior presentation about homecoming, prom, sporting events, and of course, graduation, the boys were easily bored. The boys' class happened to be one of the last classes to arrive at the meeting, forcing them to sit in the back section that was specially meant for an overflow of people. While 95% of the auditorium had comfortable, spacious, upholstered seats, the last percentage was made up of a few rows of worn bench seating. The long benches were the original and dated back to the creation of their high school. They were made of thin concrete and were easily the most uncomfortable seats the two boys had ever had the pleasure of sitting on. To make the matters even worse, the rows were built so close together, that there was practically no leg room for anyone over the height of 5'6. Both Miles and Tyler had already gone through their growth spurts, making them each around six foot. Due to the lack of space, students in the unfortunate area were forced to hold their bags on their laps. Tyler had decided to make the best of the situation they were in, effectively working Miles up in the best way he could.
The auditorium was dark. The slideshow about money for prom venues went by slowly. It was known that these meetings tended to drag on, and both boys knew they would be there for at least another half hour.
Miles was sitting in the worst possible spot. He right side was pressed up against the wall of the auditorium and he was being sandwiched in by none other than his best friend, Tyler. In the farthest row of the building, it was impossible to see the stage. Not only was he unable to pay attention due to these below average arrangements, he distraction was significantly impacted by the boy sitting next to him.
Tyler was gorgeous. He was gorgeous and he knew it. He wasn't extremely cocky, but he expected his company to be of certain standards. However, he hadn't been on a date since ninth grade, not that he wasn't approached.
Tyler and Miles had an odd relationship. They were always best friends, and occasionally more. One second they would be playing soccer in Miles's backyard, and the next they would be making out on the hammock on the side of the house. It would last for a few minutes, then they would be back to fighting, teasing, or whatever sport carried their interest that day.
People didn't think much of their closeness. They were partners in everything. They were Mi and Ty, the famous duo. Their parents never questioned sleepovers, and other students never commented on how touchy-feely they were.
It was unknown to they who initiated the next step of their relationship, but they both understood it was mutual. On the rare times they actually discussed the subject of their actions, both boys had reluctantly admitted that they believed to be bisexual. Neither would ever act on their "unusual" desires, agreeing that high school was not the most accepting place, and they had no motivation of straying from status quo. It wasn't that they were ashamed, but they felt that until they absolutely needed to alert the public that they were not straight, there was no need to create movement in the still water.
Although unaware who started the relationship, they definitely knew who started most interactions between them. Tyler was the obvious dominant in the relationship, and they both were happy with that. Tyler liked to be in control. It made him feel needed and powerful with every kiss reciprocated, moan heard, and tightness in the pants that he helped put there. He liked being able to know that he did these things to Miles. He made Miles feel good.
That's why Miles was currently uncomfortable. Taking advantage of the backpack placed on Miles's lap, Tyler smoothly snuck his hand underneath it and placed it on Miles's upper thigh. Miles stiffened at the contact, but didn't say anything. He quickly looked around for anyone watching, but being in the back row, everyone around them were facing forward. The rest of the occupants of their row were either chatting amongst themselves or engrossed in their phones. Tyler had that stupid smirk on his face that Miles loved so much. His hand was rubbing soft circles on the inside of Miles's thigh and he knew that Miles's tenseness would soon dissipate before he got tense in a whole different area. Tyler leaned over and bit on Miles's earlobe softly, after checking that no one was watching. His breath was warm against Miles's neck.
