Chapter 17 (+18)

Rhyn lay on Myles's chest with an arm draped over his waist. Myles was already asleep. He had gone to practice then had stayed up laet to work on a project.

Myles had given him his address and passcode to his gated community. He'd been busy with the project for his anatomy class and couldn't meet outside. He'd invited Rhyn over despite that. Rhyn had wanted to refuse, but he'd heard the tiredness in his voice. He'd found himself driving across town to his house.

The garage door had been open when he'd arrived. He'd parked behind Myles's Mercedes and had walked in the house. The housekeeper had smiled, grabbed a tray of snacks, and had led him upstairs. The last time he'd been here, he'd been preoccupied so he hadn't had a chance to pay attention to the layout.

Roberta the housekeeper had knocked on the door, opening it at Myles's request. She had set the tray on a table and had smiled at Rhyn on her way out.

Myles had gotten up and crossed the room. Rhyn had barely had time to put his bag down before Myles swept him up. He'd kissed him soundly, drawing a sigh from him. Rhyn had wrapped his arms around Myles and had kissed him back just as passionately. Myles had relaxed in his arms, and he'd deepened the kiss for just a moment. He'd ended it with a smack before he'd pulled away.

They had studied for several hours. Myles had worked on his model at his desk while Rhyn had sat on the floor. Soft music had played in the background, giving them a little reprieve from the silence of the huge house.

With all his homework and several assignments finished for the next week, Rhyn had gotten a shower. Myles had taken time to get him fresh clothes before he'd gone back to his model. Rhyn had showered and changed then blown his hair.

He'd walked over to Myles and had rested his head on Myles's shoulder. He'd watched his hands deftly sculpt the clay into whatever muscle, tendon, or bone he'd needed. He'd turned once, pressed his wrist to Rhyn's cheek, and had kissed him again. Rhyn had smiled into it then rested his head on Myles's shoulder again just as Myles had turned back to work.

He hadn't stayed up too long. He'd gone to bed around two in the morning, falling asleep almost instantly.

He'd woken up several moments ago to Myles in bed. He wasn't sure when he'd come to bed, but he wasn't going to complain. After their first time, he found he liked sleeping next to Myles. He was warm and solid. Rhyn liked solid and warm. He could get used to it.

Then he remembered they weren't together. They were just friends with benefits. Rhyn got the emotional support he craved and Myles got a willing sex partner.

At first it evened out, but now Rhyn wasn't so sure. After his discussion with Ryan, he wasn't sure he could continue this. They'd only been physical three times: the party, the pool, and the night here at Myles's. If they were going to do anything, wouldn't they have done it by now?

Myles sighed sleepily and shuffled his legs. He lifted a hand to ruffle Rhyn's hair. Rhyn shifted closer, nuzzling his head into the thick neck.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked. His voice was thick with sleep.

"How do you know I'm thinking?" Rhyn asked.

Myles slid his hand down Rhyn's back and twirled his fingers in his skin. "You're doing this constantly."

"Oh, sorry." Rhyn lifted his head as Myles shuffled onto his side. He tucked his right arm under his head and wrapped his left arm around Rhyn. "What is it?"

"You tell me. You're the one thinking."

Rhyn rested a fist on Myles's chest and rolled it into his skin. Myles watched him with hooded eyes as he tried not to fall asleep. Rhyn didn't want to keep him up, but he wasn't sure he could ask. So he decided to leave.

"I'll go home so I don't disturb you," he whispered.

"Rhyn?" Myles caught his hand and pulled him back into the bed gently. He held his wrist loosely as he sat up. "What is it? Any time you have a thought that you think will upset me, you run away. Just tell me."

"I don't want to be compared to anyone," Rhyn muttered.

"Who am I comparing you to this time?"

"This time it's not you. It's me."

Myles shifted closer until his knee was pressed against Rhyn's thighs. "You need to talk to me if you want this to work. I should know what you're feeling."

Rhyn looked into his face. Myles was sleepy, but he was alert. Whatever he'd felt from Rhyn had woken him up. He wasn't going back to sleep unless he was told what was bothering the other man.

"What is a lover exactly?" he asked.

"Do you want the traditional definition or what it can be?"

"Myles, be serious."

Myles sighed and rubbed his face. He then took Rhyn's hand. "Rhyn, what is this about? Are you unsatisfied? Do I need to do something more, or do you want out?"

"We haven't done much to be in."

Rhyn's eyes widened as he realizedwhat he'd said. Myles paused and watched him. Then he ran a hand over his face again as he let out a humorless laugh. He pulled his hand back and set it in his lap. Rhyn looked at that hand, at the loss of contact that left him a little cold.

"You're upset because I haven't done more?" Myles asked. Rhyn didn't answer, opting to look at the bed instead. He was fighting tears. "I haven't done more because I don't want to pressure you."

"Is this how you've treated all your other lovers?" Rhyn asked.

"No, I haven't needed to. They've all come to me wanting to fuck around. You're the first I haven't slept with on a daily basis."

The more he heard, the more emotional he became. "Is that a good thing?"

"Have you ever had sex everyday?" Rhyn shook his head, feeling inadequate. "After a while, it gets tiring. I always wanted a break but couldn't ask for it."

Rhyn looked at him, eyes wide and bright. "Why not?"

"That would have made it seem like I had issues keeping it up. I never have, but rumors like that can spread like wildfire."

He reached up and ran his hand along Rhyn's face. "I'm actually glad you're not sex-crazed. It means when we do come together, we don't have to worry about the next day."

Rhyn was relieved. He didn't think Myles would like him. If he said he was relieved, then he was. Rhyn didn't want to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

He shifted down towards the foot of the ebd. Stretching out, he lay his head on Myles's thigh. Myles watched him, curious as to what he was going to do. His hand played with the dark waves, detangling them with his fingers.

"Last time you pleasure me," Rhyn said. Myles blanked at him but his hand travled to his face. "What can I do to pleasure you?"

Myles lifted his hips and slid his boxers from his hips. He took Rhyn's hand and placed it on his semi-erect manhood. He watched Rhyn's cheeks pinken at the first touch and his throat work. He had no doubt this was his first time touching another man's penis. He would have to go easy on him.

He wraped Rhyn's hand around the thickening shaft and helped him stroke it up and down. He watched the other man's face as he watched what was going on. Rhyn was intrigued but was very nervous. It was definitely his first time.

"Does it feel good?" Rhyn's voice was thick. He was aroused.

Myles nodded. Words were failing him. He coughed gently to clear his throat. "You can stroke up and down, tilt and pull, or use your mouth." He tweaked Rhyn's nose when he saw panic flash across his eyes. "You don't have to. It was just a suggestion."

Rhyn shifted forward a bit. He took a better grip on Myles's erection and evened out the pressure of his stroke. He glanced up when Myles dropped his hands to his sides. The other man's face was drawn in pleasure and soft gasps left his mouth. He was feeling good.

Rhyn tried different positions to get the maximum effect for Myles. He watched his face, noting any change. Myles panted heavily and shifted his legs for more pleasure.

Rhyn frowned at his movements, noting he was unsatisfied. He didn't want that. He wanted him to feel better than he ever had.

Swallowing nervously, he leaned down and gently kissed the tip. Myles jerked, his knee colliding with Rhyn's sternum. Rhyn winced in pain, but he continued kissing along the tip, down one side and then the other. He flicked his tongue out, hooking it over the side and running it over the surprisingly silky flesh.

Myles grunted, and his stomach pulsed. Rhyn glanced up to see his eyes staring at him. Desire raged at him, making Rhyn itch with his own. This was his time to pleasure Myles. He shouldn't be greedy and want something in return.

Going beyond his knowledge, Rhyn sucked the tip in his mouth and slowly descended down the shaft. Myles let out a deep moan and put a hand to the back of Rhyn's head. He guided him gently, showing him how to bob his head up and down. Rhyn tightened his mouth as he went down and released as he came up.

"Easy on the teeth," Myles grunted.

Rhyn didn't realize he'd been using his teeth. This was his first time doing this, and he was learning as he went along. The more he sucked, the more he realized Myles liked pressure. He liked the warmth, and he was completely happy with what Rhyn was doing.

Wrapping his arms around Myles's waist, he slowly descended. Myles gasped as Rhyn swallowed several times around the leaking head. He flattened his tongue as he pulled up.

Just as he let his tongue tease, hot cum squirted all over his face. Rhyn closed his eyes with a gaso, but some still got in his mouth. Myles cursed and moved. He pulled Rhyn up into a sitting position and started cleaning his face.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I couldn't warn you."

"It's okay." Rhyn looked into his face. Myles was concerned. "But did it feel good?"

Myles smiled. He threw the tissues in the wastebasket and pulled Rhyn in for a kiss. He felt the relief wash over Rhyn as he tasted his own cum for the first time. He pulled away with a smack.

"It was great. I would have never guessed it was your first time," he said. Then he reached for Rhyn's shorts, but his hand was pushed away. "Let me help you."

Rhyn shook his head. "That was for you. I'm fine."

Myles palmed him. "This says otherwise. Let me make you feel good." Rhyn pushed him again again. "Rhyn, it's okay. Let me take care of this."

"Myles, please. I just wanted to make you feel good."

The naked guy knew there was more to it. Rhyn was covering something up, but he wasn't going to tell him without some prompting.

He slipped his hand into Rhyn's shorts and started stroking him. Rhyn pushed at his shoulder as he doubled over. His head went to his chest as he watched the hand that suddenly pleasured him.

"You're clearly enjoying this," Myles whispered. Rhyn shivered as his hot breath hit his ear. "Why didn't you want me to do it? Are you embarrassed?"

"No!" It was a squeak as Rhyn shuddered. "No, I just didn't want to take away from your pleasure."

His voice ended with a groan as he came. He pressed his face into Myles's neck as he rode out his pleasure wave. Myles cleaned him up, even finding clean underwear.

"Rhyn," he said. The other man looked at him. "Don't ever think you're taking away from me. My job is to make sure you feel good. I can always take care of myself."

"That's not fair," Rhyn argued. "If you're in a relationship, it's a two way street. We should take care of each other." He paused as he saw Myles smile slowly. "What?"

"You just said we're in a relationship." He silenced Rhyn's rebuttal. "No, no. You said it. You don't get to take it back. We're now in a relationship."

Rhyn stared at him. Myles could only smile. He should have kept his mouth shut. He knew Myles would run with whatever he said. If he said they were in a relationship, Myles would treat it as such. In his mind now, they were together. Unless Rhyn broke it off, they were now in a relationship.

Myles tugged on his arm. They lay back down, snuggling together again. Thyn knew they'd have to get up soon so there wouldn't be much sleep.

"Myles?" he whispered.

"I already know. I won't tell Rhys or Ryan," Myles replied.

They were on the same page, so why did Rhyn feel like something major was about to happen?