o kiss me."

It was all the prompting Milo needed. Milo's hands drifted up to capture the sides of Lee's face, his thumbs brushing against the corners of his mouth before he pushed in and sealed their lips together. Lee responded with his mouth open, a completely unintentional, but maybe intentional, moan spilling from his mouth to Milo's over the edge of his tongue laving into Milo's mouth.

The breath in Milo's chest left him with a shudder that Lee felt against his chest and the hands he splayed on Milo's exposed abdomen. His skin was hot and trembling as he pushed forward and caught Lee between the wall and his body, Milo's lips heavy against his own. They moved with an unrefined rhythm but by God, Milo had practice and damn, it showed. Lee soothed his lips against Milo's, closing them with an audible sucking sound against Milo's bottom lip. He tipped his head, breathing in sharply so he could go in for more and feel Milo's heady breath panting against him.

Lee pushed away from the wall. His hands splayed over Milo's defined and completely illegal ass. Milo stepped back, following Lee's lead with one hand leaving Lee's face, the other hooking on the back of his neck. When Milo's legs hit the bed, he braced his hand on the comforter and fell back.

Lee cursed, breathless and climbing between Milo's legs with his tongue tingling and all but numb in his mouth. He crushed his lips to Milo's again, punctuating it with a long, slow kiss that Milo leaned into when he pulled away. Something fluttered in his chest as the sight of Milo's red lips and bright eyes trained on him.

He was in charge.

And then, all at once, he remembered where the hell they were.

Lee pushed himself up onto his hands, his bangs falling over his eye as he said, "I am not sucking you off on Roland Ball's bed. Fuck that."

Milo pushed up to his elbows. He put a hand on Lee's shoulder and, legs hooked around Lee's thighs, flipped them. Lee bounced on the mattress as Milo said, "I'd suck you off anywhere."

Lee raised an eyebrow at him. "In your friend's bed? No thanks."

Milo sat back on his heels and slapped his hands on his thighs, completely framing the prominent bulge in his jeans that Lee was now staring at. "Well, yeah, duh. It's what friends do."

"I'm telling Rushil on you," Lee pledged.

"Rushil has top bunk. As if I'm going through that extra effort," Milo said.

Rushil.

Lee bolted up with a curse. "Fuck, I left Rushil at the party. Shit—FUCK, Park!"

Milo stilled him with a hand on his crotch. Lee flopped back, the breath completely knocked out of him. Milo squeezed gently, but to his sensitive skin, it felt more like a viselike grip. Lee trembled with another curse, hissing out, "As if I wasn't already hard."

Milo leant over him with that devilish smile and said, "Let me take care of you. Then you can go find Rushil."

As if Lee would say no to that face.

Lee breathed out a needy moan and said, "Fuck yes—I mean, no—You can't just ask me that when your hand is on my dick. I'm not rational right now."

It physically pained him to say it. He grimaced as Milo let go of him, grunting with the effort to sit up when his joggers were rubbing up against him and his boxers felt too tight. He knew it was the right thing to say, but that didn't make it any fun. In the end, it was better to not jizz his pants before going to hunt Rushil down.

He pulled Milo back down with a fist on the buttons of his ruffled shirt. He kissed the concern off of Milo's face. When he pulled away, Milo's lip between his teeth, he looked and saw the tension in Milo's brow had vanished. He let go with a grin before he pushed off of the bed.

He shoved Milo back by the shoulder and said, "See you later."

🏈🤼‍♂️ added you!

10:08 Is your name actually Leon or is that just your username?

10:08 is typing...

10:09 Yeah that's my name don't wear it out

10:09 Literally... don't wear it out. I don't go by Leon

10:09 I don't understand your username??

10:09 LEON me, like... LEAN ON me you know... Lean on me, when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend, I'll help you CAR-RY OOON

10:10 Wow.

10:10 Is this a romcom or did you ACTUALLY just serenade me

10:12 I wouldn't say this conversation lands under EITHER of those two categories

10:15 Pancakes taste so good when you're hungover

10:16 This is not a universal thing, but yes, agreed

10:16 Also how did you get my snapchat?

10:17 Rushi Roll 🍣😌

10:18 Good to know Rushil is not above betrayal

10:19 If you hurt my dear sweet Rushi Roll, there will be hell to pay 😠👊

10:22 You're so fuckin extra dude you sound like Scooby Doo when you call Rushil that

10:22 You should come to Lockhart

10:24 Like... for brunch or just in general?

10:24 Both :)

10:26 I'll think about it

10:27 D:

10:28 The Lockhart dining hall makes me feel inferior

10:29 Why?? I didn't realize there was a dining hall power dynamic

10:30 Oh yeah. Lockhart is basically the King of the Dining Halls

10:31 It exists to remind me of my poor diet decisions you know?

10:32 But we have pancakes too D: We are normal D:

10:33 :T

10:34 D:

10:35 I will literally gut you if you make that face again

10:36 Gut me, huh?

10:37 Will you torture me too? Maybe with a whip or something?

10:37 With knives.

10:37 Hot wax, maybe? :D

10:38 Only knives.

10:38 And public humiliation

10:39 O Great and Mighty Leon, have thou no mercy?

10:40 That isn't how you use 'thou', you heathen

10:41 Teach me your ways ;)

10:41 And spank me when I get wrong

10:48 Was that too far

10:50 Call from

Lee paced his dorm room as the ringer went on. He pinched his thumb nail between his teeth, eyes wide and drifting from the window to the door, the window to the door. Just as he thought the call would end, the ringer was replaced by a bubble popping up on screen with an audio spectrum spiking to the sound of Milo's voice.

"Do my ears deceive me? Is thee Lee Asano calling me?"

"You piece of shit," Lee said, laughing.

"Gentle, gentle. My poor head is pounding," Milo said. Lee rolled his eyes. He could practically hear the smirk in Milo's voice, and then that cheeky little wink as he added, "No regrets, though."

"Oh really?"

"Oh yeah. I hope last night was as great for you as it was for me...? Possibly?" he said.

Lee bit his lip and nodded to himself, dropping down onto the edge of his futon. He put a hand through his hair as he said, "Yeah. Yeah, it was good."

"Just good? Do I have to make it better?" Milo said with a sigh. Lee shivered at the sound, his fingers knotting in his hair. "Would you let me make it better this time? Or do you have to go find my dear, sweet Rushi Roll?"

Lee laughed and said, "Yeah, right. Are you saying all of this with Rushil right next to you?" He wouldn't have been surprised.

"Nah. We stayed the night at Sigma Alpha, planning on leaving soon. Rushil's mid-argument with some of my teammates," Milo said.

"Nothing serious, I hope."

"No, just something to do with logic or something or other that they don't have," he said. If Lee smiled any wider, his face would split in half. "Just me, the frat bathroom, and your voice in my ear."

"You make that sound like paradise," Lee breathed into the phone, biting his lip at the sound of Milo groaning on the other end of the phone. He remembered what Milo had said the night before that completely unraveled him. He had a parody of it on the tip of his tongue, so, in the most sultry voice he could manage, he whispered, "What do you want to hear?"

His body was on fire, shaking with adrenaline. As if phone calls weren't already nerve wracking, there he was, leveling up from sexting to straight up phone sex like an absolute champ. At this rate, he'd be dancing at the same level of Milo with his ridiculous serial monogamy.

Lee bit his thumbnail again as he listened to Milo's breath through the line. "God, anything. I don't care."

"Do you... want to hear about my day?" Lee teased.

"Skip the intro," Milo said, like Lee was a goddamn Netflix special.

"Do you wanna... go for a walk?" Lee said in that ridiculous preppy voice people used on dogs.

He didn't have time to be frustrated with his nonexistent filter because in the next moment, Milo was cursing him out, whining, "That's not funny! Fuck, okay, maybe it is funny, but fuck you, Lee!"

"Okay! Okay, sorry. I couldn't help it," Lee insisted. "Ignore that. Ignore me. Let's just forget that ever happened."

"That just reminds me of when you told me there were other ways to get sore."

Lee's cheeks colored bright red. He slapped a hand to his face and groaned. "We don't talk about that in this household," Lee said, strained and in pain.

Milo chuckled on the other end of the line. "Fine, we won't talk about what blissful ways you could make me sore."

"Agreed. Not a topic of discussion today," Lee said, flopping back on his futon. He cleared his throat and held the phone up to his mouth.

"But, uh... If we can go back to the intro," Milo said, softly. "I would like to hear about your day. What're you doing today?"

"You," Lee said, once again, his filter off orbiting Earth and not being where it was supposed to be. He nearly dropped his phone on his face when Milo's response came in the form of a moan of ecstasy akin to the groan Milo made in the frat basement just the night before. "You heard nothing," Lee hissed.

"It's fine. Just get it out, I don't care," Milo said. "Lay it on me."

"Park—"

"Lay it on me in a nice, thick layer of pure, unadulterated whip cream. Lick it off of me, I beg you," Milo said.

"Don't tell this tongue what to do," Lee said, sitting up. "I lick when and what I want, excuse you."

"Oh yeah? Prove it. I can take it."

Lee let out a startled laugh. He shook his head, perching his chin on his knee as he said, "You're unreal, Park. Goodbye."

"If you lick me, I'll lick you. It's only fair—"

"I said goodbye, Park," Lee said before ending the call. He threw his phone across the room and onto his bed before flopping back down onto the futon with a groan.

It took more effort than usual to dissolve into his school work, and he blamed it on the residual effects of the party. He spent all night dancing among... other activities... which left his entire body sore as shit. When he stood up, he almost didn't want to drag his sorry ass to the dining hall, but the throbbing in his temple told him that he needed nourishment.

Overall, though, he spent his Sunday at Manley without a reason to leave. Evening came and went without a call from Milo, so Lee assumed their potential gym date was canceled. Still, that didn't stop Lee's concentration from breaking every thirty minute interval to check his phone for messages.

Do gym buddies even make out? he wondered, sighing. He tapped his pencil to his lip, his attention branching far, far away from his term paper. Am I qualified to be Milo's gym buddy? Surely making out cuts me from the running. He never even wanted to go to the gym until now, so what did it matter? If Milo didn't want to be gym buddies anymore after last night, then Lee could deal with that. It wasn't like he was the one looking for a gym buddy.

Lee watched the words and numbers on his screen blur into oblivion. He wanted to feel more than just the ghost of Milo's lips on his own. The memory of it wasn't enough, but there was no way he could forget it.

(a/n: Sorry for vanishing! The last two weekends were too chaotic for me to dedicate time to Wattpad shit)