Tristan Milligan

Tristan moaned at having his hair pulled, immediately sucking at the spot that had triggered it. He grazed a hand over the front of his boxers and bit his lip feeling how bad the other boy truly wanted him. He stroked and squeezed him through the material, thriving on every noise that fell from Miles’ lips. They gave Tristan a sense of control over him. He tugged at Miles’ waistband, exposing his member. He wrapped his fingers around the base and greeted the tip with a sweet kiss before enveloping it with his mouth.

A moan escaped Miles’ lips as Tristan stroked and squeezed him through his boxers. But once Miles felt the dark haired boy go down on him, he let out a gasp of pleasure and closed his eyes, leaning his head back before proceeding to bite his lower lip. ‘Oh.. Fuck..“ He mumbled as his hands tugged on Tristan’s short hair a bit harder. He was enjoying being a bottom for once. Not that he didn’t enjoy being the top and in control. Maybe it was because to some degree, he didn’t have to do all the work. He could enjoy himself.

He pressed his tongue to Miles’ length, moving his head up and down. Tristan took more and more of him in and whatever wasn’t being pleasured with his mouth, he stroked with his fingers. He heard Miles cuss plenty of times before, but never in such an erotic manner. It turned Tristan on more than he already was. His own erection was being suffocated by skinny jeans. He used his free hand to unbutton and then unzip them, allowing it air. He continued going down on Miles, experimenting with his tongue and listening to how the brunette reacted to every lick and swirling motion. He was enjoying this. Pleasing Miles this way was satisfying. He ran a hand over his thigh and then up his chest. Tris quickened the bobbing of his head over time, and removed his mouth sensing when he was about to cum. He sat up and kissed Miles on the mouth, his hand doing all of the work now, awaiting his release.

Miles kissed back and started to buck his hips in Tristan’s hand, the pleasure becoming more intense with each thrust until his body couldn’t take it any longer and he groaned as strings of his cum spewed out of his cock like a volcano finally erupting after years of rest. His breath came ragged now as they kissed but he didn’t wait as his hand went straight down and started stroking Tristan’s erection as they kissed. He broke the kiss and flipped them over, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest as he stroked his cock until he finally got to the waistband of his boxers and he tugged them off, revealing his erection. He swirled his tounge in circles around the head before enveloping it with his mouth, continuing to stroke it with the other hand.

Tris continued moving his hand when he felt warm cum on his fingertips, helping the brunette ride it out. He gasped a little in surprise, not expecting Miles to return the favor so immediately. He moaned as he finally received the pleasure his cock had been yearning for. His body was pliant, allowing Miles to take his share of control. He watched the brunette uncover his arousal and his mouth hung open at the sight of his tongue circling the tip of his dick; his eyes falling closed at the feeling. "Fuck" he breathed out. He stayed propped up on his elbows, opening his eyes halfway to watch what Miles did next.

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“Sorry, geez” Tristan rolled his eyes and watched as Miles decided on a channel. “Oh god” he mumbled. Maybe giving Miles the power of the remote was a bad idea. This show was so dumb. The blonde sighed a little and leaned back, still sitting up. He watched, annoyed by every joke made until… Until he heard Miles laugh. That soft, breathy, familiar laugh… It caused him to glance at the brunette, and the corners of Tristan’s mouth twitched upward. But he quickly hid this and kept watching. Every chuckle he heard leave Miles’ lips…did something to him. It brought him little spurs of happiness. The edges of his heart were slowly melting inward.

Miles glanced at the blonde when an ‘oh god’ fell from his lips, he knows Tris doesn’t like South Park, but it’s one of Miles’ favorite shows, the stupidity is what makes it hilarious. After a second his gaze fell back onto the TV, and soon after his lips curled into a smile, thankful that he was right, and that it did start to take his mind off of things. After a couple minutes Miles couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, his gaze never leaving the TV. The stupid grin never left his lips either at the equally stupid episode progressed. After a few more small laughs the episode finally ended. He turned his head to look at the blonde beside him. “I know you’re not to big on South Park, so, If you want to change the channel before another episode comes on, you can.” He stated holding out the remote to the male.

#moneybagsmiles #I'm so sorry for the delay #I really missed this plot line though #(:

Tristan looked at Miles, then down at the remote, considering this. After a moment, he shook his head and gently pushed Miles' hand away, allowing him to keep the remote. "No, it's fine... It's actually not that bad" he lied. The show itself was still shitty to him. But the effect it was having on the brunette made it worth sitting through. A new episode began and Tristan refocused his eyes on the tv. He sank a little against his pillows, allowing himself more comfort. The cold tended to make him tired. He covered his mouth, stifling a yawn. The show went on and the blonde fought sleep. Jumping slightly at Miles' amused noises. But they made him smile. In his sleepy state, he found himself scooting closer and closer to Miles for warmth.

OOC

Hello hello. Hope everyone's doing well. I'll try and reply to old stuff ASAP. Just been busy moving and getting comfortable and stuff. I'm not great with change :/ Did you guys see the new DTV though? Adam mention and Eric's a cutie pie. Also, Drew has matured so much my bb. Tristan would have actually made the video perfect buuut whatever. Just gonna be content with what we got.

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Tristan moaned at having his hair pulled, immediately sucking at the spot that had triggered it. He grazed a hand over the front of his boxers and bit his lip feeling how bad the other boy truly wanted him. He stroked and squeezed him through the material, thriving on every noise that fell from Miles’ lips. They gave Tristan a sense of control over him. He tugged at Miles’ waistband, exposing his member. He wrapped his fingers around the base and greeted the tip with a sweet kiss before enveloping it with his mouth.

A moan escaped Miles’ lips as Tristan stroked and squeezed him through his boxers. But once Miles felt the dark haired boy go down on him, he let out a gasp of pleasure and closed his eyes, leaning his head back before proceeding to bite his lower lip. ‘Oh.. Fuck..“ He mumbled as his hands tugged on Tristan’s short hair a bit harder. He was enjoying being a bottom for once. Not that he didn’t enjoy being the top and in control. Maybe it was because to some degree, he didn’t have to do all the work. He could enjoy himself.

He pressed his tongue to Miles' length, moving his head up and down. Tristan took more and more of him in and whatever wasn't being pleasured with his mouth, he stroked with his fingers. He heard Miles cuss plenty of times before, but never in such an erotic manner. It turned Tristan on more than he already was. His own erection was being suffocated by skinny jeans. He used his free hand to unbutton and then unzip them, allowing it air. He continued going down on Miles, experimenting with his tongue and listening to how the brunette reacted to every lick and swirling motion. He was enjoying this. Pleasing Miles this way was satisfying. He ran a hand over his thigh and then up his chest. Tris quickened the bobbing of his head over time, and removed his mouth sensing when he was about to cum. He sat up and kissed Miles on the mouth, his hand doing all of the work now, awaiting his release.

Tristan moaned at having his hair pulled, immediately sucking at the spot that had triggered it. He grazed a hand over the front of his boxers and bit his lip feeling how bad the other boy truly wanted him. He stroked and squeezed him through the material, thriving on every noise that fell from Miles’ lips. They gave Tristan a sense of control over him. He tugged at Miles’ waistband, exposing his member. He wrapped his fingers around the base and greeted the tip with a sweet kiss before enveloping it with his mouth.

“And what are we going to do back there…?” Tristan said in a lower, husky tone. Part of him said this to sound sexy, but the other part really was curious to know how far Miles wanted to take this. Things had heated up between them in such a short span of time and any bit of sobriety left in him was being clouded by the high of having Miles’ lips on his. And suddenly Miles’ hands were on him, touching his bare skin and it felt as if his torso was on fire. This felt good and he wanted it, in this moment he wanted it more than anything; for someone he knew cared about him to touch him and to make him feel this way. And not because letting him was necessary if Tristan wanted to keep him around. Their relationship was up in the air. But he /wanted/ this and sadly that was new for him. But it only satisfied him more. Tristan’s eyes fell closed when the other boy’s lips met his neck. He fought the urge to moan and bit down on his swollen lower lip. But he simply couldn’t help himself when Miles attacked that damned spot. Tristan tilted his head, encouraging him to keep it up. He gasped at every nip and tugged at his hair. His unoccupied hand made its way under Miles’ shirt and he moaned just at the feel of his warm skin. “Miles” he breathed out.

“I think you already know.” He smirked and let out a soft breath as Tristan tugged on his brunette hair and he sucked on his neck some more, marking him as his own before he began trailing kisses down his neck, nipping at spots ever so often. This felt good. This may not have been new for Miles, per say. But going as far as Miles wanted to go was definitely new for him. He has never really been with a guy in that way before but the alcohol clouded most of his nervousness and his judgement and he just went with it. He felt Tristans hands sliding up his warm skin and he let out a slight moan, growing more aroused with each movement. He let his lips trail to Tristan’s collarbone just before his shirt and he trailed small kisses across it before kissing back up his neck and to his lips. He used his free hand to move up to his hair, running a hand through it as their kisses grew more passionate and wanting.

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Caught up in their passion and trying to get as close to Miles as possible, Tris wound up hitting something that caused the seat to go back. He broke the kiss with a chuckle then bit his lip as he started to unbutton Miles’ shirt. Their lips met again and his fingers pulled and pried at the material anxiously until he could slide it off the brunette’s shoulders. His hands roamed his smooth chest and he wasn’t sure who’d started it but now they were grinding hips. And the little spasms of pleasure made the back seat seem so inviting. But it made the decision of stopping to get off Miles’ lap and clumsily climb back there all the more difficult. He took the other boy’s hand and helped him over. More clothing was removed and more kisses were shared before Tristan began trailing kisses down Miles’ chest.

“And what are we going to do back there…?” Tristan said in a lower, husky tone. Part of him said this to sound sexy, but the other part really was curious to know how far Miles wanted to take this. Things had heated up between them in such a short span of time and any bit of sobriety left in him was being clouded by the high of having Miles’ lips on his. And suddenly Miles’ hands were on him, touching his bare skin and it felt as if his torso was on fire. This felt good and he wanted it, in this moment he wanted it more than anything; for someone he knew cared about him to touch him and to make him feel this way. And not because letting him was necessary if Tristan wanted to keep him around. Their relationship was up in the air. But he /wanted/ this and sadly that was new for him. But it only satisfied him more. Tristan’s eyes fell closed when the other boy’s lips met his neck. He fought the urge to moan and bit down on his swollen lower lip. But he simply couldn’t help himself when Miles attacked that damned spot. Tristan tilted his head, encouraging him to keep it up. He gasped at every nip and tugged at his hair. His unoccupied hand made its way under Miles’ shirt and he moaned just at the feel of his warm skin. “Miles” he breathed out.

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Tristan simply listened to Miles express how he was feeling. He didn’t have any advice worth giving him. He was sure Miles wouldn’t go to a counselor or the police. So he just continued stroking his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair that was in dire need of a cut. Tristan’s blue eyes focused on Miles’ green once he stopped speaking. And the next thing he knew, the rich boy was kissing him. His own lips responded without a thought, his hand resting still on his cheek now. Miles pulled away first and Tris looked at him through hazy eyes.“…Don’t be…” And despite the brunette’s shocked expression, Tristan planted his lips on his once again, kissing him with passion.

Miles kissed back with just as much passion, this was all Miles wanted right now; A distraction from everything going on in his life. Someone who would listen to him and be there for him, despite everything. He felt Tristan continue to stroke his cheek and he smiled a little in the kiss. “You know.. You’re really cute..” he giggled softly as he slurred against his lips, not even knowing what he was saying anymore due to the alcohol that intoxicated his system. Everything seemed like a blur. “I say we should get outta here and go somewhere more.. private?” Miles probably would have never said that if he was even remotely sober. No matter if he wanted it or not or if he was in alot of emotional pain or not, he always respected Tristan. He giggled once again and kissed Tristan again.

#what is ittt #richboymileshollingsworth

Tristan shyly smiled against his lips. “So are you…” He ran his fingers through Miles’ hair some more and gave his lips a few tender kisses until hearing his suggestion. “Like whereee? I’d say this is pretty private” After how today panned out, Tristan wouldn’t have been so compliant and so affectionate with him. But under the influence of alcohol, the way he desired to be with Miles was unleashed. He wanted to touch his hair and stroke his face and kiss his lips, and he wanted to do whatever Miles had in mind right now. Because all he'd ever wanted was Miles. Tristan reciprocated, matching the brunette’s passion.

Tristan simply listened to Miles express how he was feeling. He didn’t have any advice worth giving him. He was sure Miles wouldn’t go to a counselor or the police. So he just continued stroking his cheek and ran his fingers through his hair that was in dire need of a cut. Tristan’s blue eyes focused on Miles’ green once he stopped speaking. And the next thing he knew, the rich boy was kissing him. His own lips responded without a thought, his hand resting still on his cheek now. Miles pulled away first and Tris looked at him through hazy eyes. “…Don’t be…” And despite the brunette’s shocked expression, Tristan planted his lips on his once again, kissing him with passion.

Tristan furrowed his brows, not too sure what Miles meant. He sipped some more of his beer before it clicked what Miles had just said. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling after him. “Hey!” The brunette was already getting into his car. “Give me your keys” He was ignored, as Miles stuck them in the ignition. “Miles, you’re drunk. I’m not letting you drive home like this” He continued to be stubborn and without thinking, Tristan got in and sat on his lap, facing him and looking him straight in the eyes. “Stop”

“God why is everyone always so controlling?” He replied as he tried to get his keys into the ignition, missing it a couple of times but once they were finally in, he turned them and heard the engine start to run. Before he could go anywhere, he felt Tristan sit on his lap and he looked at him. He bit his lip hard to try and stop himself from becoming an emotional wreck with Tristan ontop of him. Of course, it didn’t stop the flood of tears that were forming in his eyes. He attempted to look away from the dark haired boy in hopes that it would stop the tears from falling, but he could still feel his gaze on him. This only made it harder for him.

Tristan saw the glint of tears in his eyes before he looked away. He frowned and gently brought a hand to Miles' cheek, the alcohol allowing his heart to guide him rather than his mind. "Hey.. I'm not trying to control you. I just don't want you to hurt yourself" Tristan grazed his thumb across the brunette's cheek. "I care about you, Miles, okay? I care about you..."

Tristan furrowed his brows, not too sure what Miles meant. He sipped some more of his beer before it clicked what Miles had just said. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling after him. “Hey!” The brunette was already getting into his car. “Give me your keys” He was ignored, as Miles stuck them in the ignition. “Miles, you’re drunk. I’m not letting you drive home like this” He continued to be stubborn and without thinking, Tristan got in and sat on his lap, facing him and looking him straight in the eyes. “Stop”

Tristan looked at the brunette sadly while he listened to him speak. He wasn’t sure how to respond to this new information. Miles stumbled toward him and Tris instinctively extended his hands to keep him upright. He looked out at the horizon and saw the sun was going down. They were sleeping here no matter what. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll go fill us up” He took Miles’ cup and gave him a small smile before walking back in the direction of the party. He thought about everything Miles told him. He wondered how far the abuse had actually gotten. He had no question it was on a physical level. But how far? …On second thought, he didn’t want to know. The possibility of there being marks and bruises underneath those fancy clothes made Tristan sick. Miles didn’t deserve to be hurt. Despite his rep as a bad boy, a heartbreaker, a selfish stuck up rich boy, Tristan saw the good in him. He always had. Miles was a good person. But this misunderstanding managed to convince him otherwise and he hated that so much. He reached the keg and filled both their cups to the brim then headed back up the hill. Tristan saw Miles sitting where he left him and knelt down beside him, handing him his drink. “I don’t think you’re a terrible person… I know you’re not. When I said that, I was just hurt and I completely misjudged what was happening and… I’m sorry”

Miles sat down on the grass while he waited for Tristan to come back with their drinks. He watched the sun settle over the horizon and he grinned. He pondered for a minute what it would be like to be someone else. Someone like Tristan, who had a perfect life, or so it seemed. He wouldn’t want to give up the rich part of him, though. ‘Cause he rather enjoyed that part.. But then again, who wouldn’t? Once he noticed that Tristan knelt down next to him, he smiled a bit. “Oh hey.” He grabbed his drink and took a sip, looking back over at the sunset and taking in everything that Tristan was saying. “Nah. It’s alright. But you’re wrong. I’m a grenade..and one day, I’m gonna blow up and destroy everything in my path..” He took another sip of his drink. “And I don’t want you to be in the path when I do..” He shrugged. “Its beautiful, isn’t it?” He said, talking about the sunset. He didn’t mind sleeping here for the night and considering there was already a sleeping bag in the back seat of his car, there wouldn’t be any problems getting comfortable with Tristan.

“So you don’t…want me in your life” He stated, hoping Miles would correct him. He’d thought for a moment maybe they could go back to being friends; being the way they were right now but on a regular basis. He sipped his drink, in need of something to lift the heaviness of his thoughts and feelings. Tristan looked at Miles then followed his gaze to their view of the sunset. He shrugged, not amazed by it or anything. “Yeah…”

Tristan looked at the brunette sadly while he listened to him speak. He wasn’t sure how to respond to this new information. Miles stumbled toward him and Tris instinctively extended his hands to keep the boy upright. He looked out at the horizon and saw the sun was going down. They were sleeping here no matter what. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll go fill us up” He took Miles’ cup and gave him a small smile before walking back in the direction of the party. He thought about everything Miles told him. He wondered how far the abuse had actually gotten. He had no question it was on a physical level. But how far? …On second thought, he didn’t want to know. The possibility of there being marks and bruises underneath those fancy clothes made Tristan sick. Miles didn’t deserve to be hurt. Despite his rep as a bad boy, a heartbreaker, a selfish stuck up rich boy, Tristan saw the good in him. He always had. Miles was a good person. But this misunderstanding managed to convince him otherwise and he hated that it did. He reached the keg and filled both their cups to the brim then headed back up the hill. Tristan saw Miles sitting where he left him and knelt down beside him, handing him his drink. “I don’t think you’re a terrible person… I know you’re not. When I said that, I was just hurt and I completely misjudged what was happening and… I’m sorry”