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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Monty_Green/Nathan_Miller
  Character:
      Monty_Green, Nathan_Miller, Marcus_Kane, Bellamy_Blake
  Additional Tags:
      Mutual_Masturbation, AU, Professor_Kane_-_Freeform, RA_Bellamy
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-09 Words: 1830
****** Bottom Bunk Boys ******
by AnUnbeliever
Summary
     Minty boarding school AU - The thunderstorm outside is keeping Miller
     up and he climbs into the bottom bunk with Monty. That morning, both
     boys wake to a surprise, and hormones take over.
     OR
     Shameless Minty smut.
Thunder cracked outside of the dorm, and instantly Miller was awake, his heart
racing.  He knew it was childish to still be frightened by the weather, but it
wasn’t something he could helped.  What kind of seventeen year old couldn’t
sleep through a thunderstorm, though?  He chastised himself for being immature
and rolled over onto his side.  In the flashes of lightning outside, he could
see over his room.
Laundry flowed out from the baskets in the corner, and wrappers from eaten
snacks littered the computer desk he and Monty shared.  They needed to clean up
before Bellamy came to do his routine checks.  He grabbed his phone out from
under his pillow and typed it up as a reminder for the following day.  After
classes, they’d take care of it.  Once he was done, he tried getting
comfortable again.  He closed his eyes and imagined anything relaxing, from the
beach to a ton of sheep jumping over a fence.
Just as slowly as he began to drift back to sleep, there was another explosion
of lightning and he was jerked away once more.  He groaned and put his pillow
over his head.  He hated this, all of it.  He neededsleep.  Professor Kane had
hinted about a test the following morning and he knew he’d need to be properly
rested to perform well.  Begrudgingly, he sat up.  His head hit the ceiling and
he grunted, rubbing the sore spot with the palm of his hands.
Miller climbed down the ladder and walked to the bathroom.  He relieved his
bladder and quickly washed his hands, pausing to look himself over in the
mirror.  He could practically see bags forming under his eyes already.  “Go to
bed,” he said to himself, hoping it might make him do just that.  He flicked
off the lights and headed back to the bunk bed.
For a moment he debated about whether or not to wake Monty.  Monty could sleep
through anything and everything, he knew that much.  Maybe some of that might
rub off on him.  Quietly, he squatted down next to the boy’s bunk and tapped on
his forehead.  He didn’t wake until Miller gave him a firm shake.
“Huh?  What’s wrong?” he asked, squinting up at his friend.
“Scoot over,” he whispered.  Monty did as he said, scooching over to make more
room for the boy.  They’d hung out in one bed before but never had they slept
together.  Monty was too tired to care and Miller was too desperate to try and
sleep in his bed alone.  He slipped under the comforter and adjusted the pillow
underneath his head.  Monty was out cold by the time he was fully comfortable. 
Miller looked over his relaxed face, a gentle smile growing.
“G’night,” he said more to himself than Monty.  The weather outdoors was still
obnoxious and intimidating to the boy, but with someone beside him, he didn’t
jump nearly as much as he did all alone a few feet higher in his bed.  He
closed his eyes and counted backwards from one hundred.  When that didn’t work,
he recounted everything he did the moment he woke up that day, and before he
could make it to the present, he was asleep.
 
-
 
That morning, Miller woke with something hard pressed up against his back.  The
weather was much calmer now, thankfully, and when he glanced at the clock, he
saw he was up an hour earlier than necessary.  Miller rolled over to face
Monty.  Monty blinked himself awake slowly, smiling at him.
“Did you get scared again?” he asked.
“No,” Miller muttered, too embarrassed to admit the truth.  “I just got
lonely.”
“Poor baby,” Monty teased.  He brought a hand up and rubbed the crust from his
eye.  “What time is it?”
“Six,” he replied.  As Monty stretched his back out, he realized the morning
wood he was sporting.  He tried turning over to conceal it but when he moved
his hips, he felt it connect with Miller’s.
“Oh, crap, sorry.” he whispered, withdrawing his hips.
“Keep your dick away from mine, pervert,” Miller teased.  Monty blushed and
smiled to himself.
“It was an accident!”
“Like I believe that.”
“If I wanted to touch your dick I would,” Monty said, rolling over to face
him.  Miller cocked an eyebrow, quite surprised to hear that.  He’d never
messed around with Monty in that way but he had thought about it a few times. 
He wasn’t sure whether or not his friend would be up for it, but hearing this
made him curious.
“If you wanted to touch it, you could,” Miller replied.  He scooted closer
hoping it was as nonchalant as he intended.
“You wish you were so lucky.”
“A little bit,” he said softly.  Monty looked at him to see how serious he was.
“Wait… really?”
“What kind of guy says no to that?” Miller asked rhetorically.  Monty
shrugged.  He had a point.  Monty couldn’t say he’d ever done something like
that, but if someone wanted to touch him, he wasn’t going to turn them down. 
Unfortunately there weren’t many boys at school that he’d let do that.  Miller,
though…  Well, he was a different story.
“So, if I wanted to reach down right now and start jerking you off, you’d let
me?”  Miller’s erection jumped at the idea and he nodded.
“If that’s what you wanted to do.”  Monty thought it over, deciding whether or
not Miller was just fucking with him or not.  He came to the conclusion that he
would see for himself.  He grabbed the covers and peeled them back, exposing
more and more of Miller’s shirtless chest until he found his tented boxers.  He
looked up as his hand inched forward, waiting until Miller retreated and told
him to screw off.  Surprisingly the boy sat still, watching his hand near.
Monty wrapped his hand around the fabric without warning, tired of waiting. 
“C’mon now,” Miller sighed.  He shook Monty’s hand off and reached into his
boxers, pulling his dick free.  He then returned Monty’s hand to the shaft. 
“If you’re gonna do it, do it right, man.”
“Jeez, bossy.  Remember who’s touch whose dick.”
“True,” he said.  With that, Miller reached forward, yanked Monty’s boxer
briefs down his hips and took a hold of his erection as well.  “Are we even
now?”  Monty twitched gently, an embarrassed expression plastered on his face. 
He couldn’t believe he was doing this – before classes, no doubt.
“Uh… y-yeah.  We’re even.”  They sat this way for a moment, a single hand
wrapped around one another, before Miller finally moved his hand up to the tip
and back down to the base.  Monty’s entire body shuddered and he let out a soft
breath.  He returned the favor, dragging his fist up and down as well.
“Hm,” Miller muttered softly.  He couldn’t help but watch as a bead of precum
formed at the tip of his cock.  Monty saw this as well, and with a quick swipe,
he smeared it around the head.  As a result, Miller tightened his grip on the
other boy and began moving his hand at a faster pace.  Monty fought back a
groan, his eyes closed and hips jutting out to meet the pleasure.
Miller scooted closer yet, close enough so that the tips were mere millimeters
away from one another.
“Is that okay?” he asked.  Monty nodded enthusiastically and opened his eyes. 
He met the other’s gaze and fisted his cock faster.  He wanted to make him feel
just as good as he felt.
“Fuck,” Miller groaned.  He brought his head closer to Monty’s, and after a
moment of hesitation, he pressed their lips together.  It was messy and
inexperienced, but after a few seconds of trying to find the right pace, they
managed to kiss without bumping teeth.  Their tongues worked together, breaking
and regrouping like they’d both practiced this for years.  Monty let out a moan
when Miller’s fingers danced across a sensitive spot just under the head of his
dick.
Miller smiled and focused his attention there, circling his thumb over and over
against.  Precum soon ran down his fingers, the action almost like breaking a
dam.  Monty’s breath hitched and he kissed his friend deeper.  His chin
scratched against Miller’s beard but he was too focused on this moment to worry
about it.
As Monty found himself swimming in ecstasy, he reached forward and wrapped his
hand around Miller’s waist.  He tugged him closer and pressed the undersides of
each other’s lengths together.  Miller broke the kiss to watch what he was
doing, smiling coyly.  Monty wrapped a hand around the both of them and began
pumping.  It was instant noticeable how different the feeling was.  What was
once the smooth inside of Miller hand was now bumps and ridges, veins against
veins, skin and skin, and Monty was glad he was lying down.  He would’ve been
weak in the knees otherwise.
He squeezed tightly and watch identical trails of precum race down their
shafts.  Miller surprised him by pressed the heads together and rocking his
hips.  He pulled Monty close and kissed him once more, his breath heavy and
labored.  “Fuck,” he whined.  “Don’t stop.  I’m gonna cum soon.”
Monty moved his hand faster, making sure to press the tips together when he
neared them each time.  His toes curled and he sucked on Miller’s tongue like
it was the last thing he’d ever do.  Miller panted hard, and suddenly his body
went rigid.
“Ah, ugh,” he grunted.  His stomach clenched and he let go, his seed shooting
out onto the bed.  Monty stroked relentlessly though, not much further from his
own orgasm.  Soon his hand was slick with the warm, thick liquid.  He pulled
away to look down, and sure enough he was using Miller’s cum as lubrication. 
Combined with the desperate jerks of Miller’s hips, he knew he couldn’t hold
back much longer.  “Come on,” Miller encouraged him.  “Do it.”
Monty came just as hard, three large spurts and two smaller, weaker ones that
dribbled out.  His lips never left Miller’s as he did.  He didn’t care how
needy it may have seemed.  All that mattered was how good the boy made him
feel.  He eventually pulled away and caught his breath.  He opened his eyes and
looked at Miller who laid still, staring back.
“I…  that was good,” he said, cracking a smile.  Monty nodded and brushed hair
from his face with his free hand.  He pulled back his other hand and looked at
the mess.
“We should clean up,” Monty said softly.  He didn’t want to leave this position
but he knew he had to.  Class would start soon.  Miller draped an arm across
the other’s hip.
“We’re still hard,” he said.  And sure enough, both were still rock hard.  “How
about you let me take care of it this time, and then we get ready for class?” 
Monty smiled and bit his bottom lip.  He nodded enthusiastically.
“Okay.”
 
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