Chapter Thirteen
"Because..." Gabriel leaned over, his lips inches away from Miles'. "Even back then, Miles, I really liked you. Though, back then it was brotherly-love. Recently it's been escalating."
"Gabriel..." Miles breathed out gently.
Gabe's lips touched his, gently at first, then with increasing passion. His hand reached up to caress Miles' cheek gently, then went to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Though Gabriel's eyes had closed, Miles still had his eyes wide open, caught slightly off-guard by the sudden passion coming from his long-time friend.
Needless to say though, it was quite enjoyable. Soon, Miles found himself leaning back, laying on the bed. All of his thoughts seemed to disappear, the only thing in his mind now was the thought of Gabe. The same went for Gabe, his thoughts focusing solely on Miles. Though, of course, he was alert for sounds of his mother or father. He certainly didn't want to be caught laying on top of Miles in a romantic embrace.
What he wasn't alert for, though, was Miles' hand on his chest, pushing him away.
"Miles? I'm sorry, was that too aggressive?" he asked, embarassed and worried. Stupid, stupid, he scolded himself.
Miles shook his head, laughing a little. "No... I just couldn't breathe," he explained.
Gabriel laughed as well. "You suck at kissing."
"Then why do you keep making out with me?"
"This is.... The first actual make-out time!"
Miles started laughing and Gabriel glared down at him, his expression serious. Finally, after a few moments, he silenced him with another kiss. This time, his tongue slithered in Miles' mouth.
Miles once again seemed a little shocked, but quickly retaliated. His tongue pushed up against Gabriel's.
