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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Degrassi
  Relationship:
      Miles_Hollingsworth_III/Tristan_Milligan
  Character:
      Miles_Hollingsworth_III, Tristan_Milligan
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, triles, Locker_Room, Slash, Relationship(s)
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-02 Words: 4323
****** Hit The Showers ******
by TrilesForMiles
Summary
     Tristan and Miles have some fun in the locker room shower after
     school. Triles. Smut. Oneshot.
Notes
     There's literally no point to this story other than pure smut. It was
     really weird to me that I haven't written any smut into any of my
     Triles fics yet - considering that's primarily what I write. So, then
     this idea came to me and I had to jump on it while it was still
     fresh. Enjoy! :) Let me know what you think!
"Alright guys. Great practice today." Mike Dallas' voice boomed loudly,
accompanied by the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the unpolished gym
floor. "Especially you, Hollingsworth. Keep up the good work"
Miles felt Dallas' firm hand fall splayed between his shoulder blades and
craned his neck to smile up at the boy, too breathless to respond. He had
reclaimed his spot as a starter for another season and was trying harder than
ever to make sure he stayed there. His effort could be predicted purely from
the amount of sweat dripping down his reddened face. His visibly dampened shirt
clung to his muscular frame along his chest, back, and under his arms. As
exhausted and disgusting as he was, it all took a back seat to the elevated
amount of pride he was experiencing.
Tristan on the other hand, was pissed. The blonde stormed through the empty
hallways of Degrassi, grumbling to himself under his breath. There was a wide
streak of lime green paint across his face, leading up to a rather large blotch
down his new, white v-neck. Whoever's idea it was to allow the rubber room kids
to help with sets for the play for community service had another thing coming.
How was he supposed to focus on his leading role if they were flinging art
supplies everywhere like a bunch of monkeys? To make matters worse, his parents
had once again been unsuccessful to communicate who was supposed to pick him
up. He was fuming by the time he burst through the gym doors, scoping out the
area for his boyfriend.
"Fantastic." He huffed sarcastically as he saw the room was completely devoid
of any basketball players.
He spotted Zoe and the rest of Power Cheer on the diagonal, one-by-one
practicing a gymnastics combination across a sea of blue mats. He scanned the
team until he spotted a thin dark haired girl towards the front of the line,
zeroing in on her as he trudged over.
"Frankie." He called out to the only Hollingsworth girl as he approached and
she turned around, her mouth widening as she failed to hold back a laugh.
"What happened to you?" She inquired scanning the mess but Tristan blew her
question off like last year's spring fashions.
"Unimportant. Where's your brother? I need a ride home."
"How am I supposed to know? Try the locker room. But you're gonna have to wait
until my practice is over. Now beat it, I'm almost up."
With that she turned her attention away from the blonde, stepping up to the
edge of the mat before taking off in an impressive series of flips and tricks.
He turned over his shoulder and started towards the guys locker room with a
sigh. It had never been his favorite place to be. Besides forever anticipating
the possibility of homophobic jokes thrown his way, the place smelled like a
zoo consistently. When he was on the basketball team he always avoided the
showers in favor of escaping as quickly as possible. He enjoyed the team well
enough last year, but he didn't hesitate on his decision when he discovered the
play and basketball practices were being held at the same times. He entered the
room to the typical chaos. Most guys seemed to be on their way out, leaving
Tristan awkwardly waiting by the entrance to avoid being trampled by the rush.
He stood on his toes and lifted his head as high as he could, his crystal eyes
trying to scan for his boyfriend through the stampede. As the room grew calmer
he walked along the aisles, peering down each one with no sight of Miles.
Well, now he was really screwed - stuck all alone at Degrassi until Miles
reappeared for Frankie. He was sure his boyfriend was probably long gone and
just planned on coming back. But he figured it was worth a try to call him. He
turned the corner and walked aimlessly past the showers, his attention focused
on digging his phone out of his tight pocket. As soon as he finished dialing he
could hear the familiar tune of Miles' ringtone blaring from the other side of
the room. He whipped around to trace the noise.
"Looking for someone?"
The deep voice behind him startled Tristan, making him jump. When he turned
back around he saw Miles standing outside the last shower stall, an amused
expression plastered across his face. But Tristan didn't notice. He was too
distracted by his bare chest, only slightly covered by his loosely crossed
arms. He had seen Miles shirtless a dozen times by now, but his boyfriend's
chiseled muscles never failed to take his breath away. The only censor to his
body was a sky blue towel wrapped around his waist, small enough to show off
the definition in his legs. Even coated in an unavoidable layer of sweat, his
boyfriend was still gorgeous. Tristan smirked as he hung up and shoved his
phone back in his pocket, walking closer to Miles.
"Not anymore." He hesitated for a moment before planting a shy peck against his
naked boyfriend's lips.
"So the 'rents were too busy bickering to remember that I needed to get home
somehow. Like usual. Think there's room in your car for one more?"
Tristan pleaded with his face, mostly for the entertainment factor. He knew
Miles couldn't say no to him.
"Yikes. I dunno, Tris..." Miles gritted his teeth, trying to play along with
the charade. But the smile he let slip after he spoke gave his answer away.
"Wow, so chivalrous." Tristan spoke sarcastically, cracking a grin of his own.
"So uh, what do we do until your sister's practice is over?"
The tone in his voice changed to one much lighter. One that Miles had learned
all too well.
The tell-all sound of his boyfriend flirting would never get old. He knew
exactly what Tristan was thinking. They could head out to the greenhouse or
Miles' car for one of their famous make out sessions. It was incredibly
tempting, but Miles had another idea forming.
"Not to kill the mood but I was actually about to hit the showers. And uh, if
that doesn't happen soon I might pass out from my own stench."
"Noted." Tristan said raising an eyebrow, letting on to Miles that he couldn't
disagree. "Go ahead. I'll wait for you."
Tristan made his way to the nearest bench in the room and sat down, shrugging
his bag off of his shoulder. He pulled out a metallic purple folder and
revealed his script. He figured now could be a good time to read his lines some
more considering how big of a train-wreck rehearsal was. In his peripheral
vision he saw Miles' towel get thrown over the side of the stall after he had
disappeared back into it, soon followed by the sound of running water. Tristan
cleared his throat to catch his own attention. It was a little difficult to
focus knowing his boyfriend was butt naked a few feet away from him. They
hadn't crossed that line yet and although Tristan was a little curious-and
could easily see Miles from around the corner if he tried-he respected the
unspoken boundaries.
"Hey uh. By the looks of it, I'm not the only one that could use a rinse."
Miles shouted over the water, taking Tristan by surprise once more.
"Um, what's that supposed to mean?" Tristan flipped to the next page of his
script, his eyes never leaving the document even as he spoke back.
"You're covered in paint, Tris."
"Really? I hadn't noticed."
Tristan's bitterness was so obvious that Miles could nearly feel it in the air.
He couldn't help but laugh quietly, momentarily stepping out of the stream of
the water. He moved closer to the entrance to the stall, peeking his head out
to view his boyfriend.
"So join me."
This caused Tristan to perk up, glancing over in Miles' direction out of habit.
He blushed a bright pink when he saw the brunette's nude upper half leaning out
from behind the wall, his hair dripping all over the floor. Miles' teeth were
digging into his own bottom lip as he awaited a response, unsure of how it
would go.
"You're crazy." Tristan rolled his eyes but Miles could recognize that he
sounded anything but appalled over the idea.
"What's wrong with going a little crazy every once in a while?" Miles spoke up
and this time his boyfriend turned his body around to face him.
"Seriously, Miles? Here? At school? What if we get caught?"
The fact that the location seemed to be Tristan's only problem told Miles that
he could talk him in to it easily.
"Do you see anyone else around?" Miles asked trying to scope out the room the
best he could.
Tristan sighed as he got up and briefly peered down all the aisles as he had
when he was searching for Miles, ultimately having to answer no to his
boyfriend's question.
"But what about staff?" Tristan was quick to point that minor flaw in the plan
out before Miles could press any further.
"School's been out for hours. But regardless, you really think staff is gonna
come check the shower? If anyone comes in and starts questioning just stay
quiet. They'll never know there's two of us in here."
He spoke matter-of-factly and Tristan pursed his lips, knowing Miles was right.
He wasn't entirely sure if they were ready for something so intimate -
especially not in a public place. But he couldn't deny that the offer was
interesting. He was still searching for a good comeback when Miles spoke again.
"C'mon, Tris. It'll be fun. It's just a shower."
The brunette's eyes were wider, gleaming with hope and the slightest hint of
mischief. Tristan was growing weaker by the second. He stood up, still a bit
unsure but knowing the regret of not giving in would drive him mad.
"Fine!" He raised his hands in defeat after tucking his script away and watched
as Miles' head once again sunk behind the shower wall
Tristan couldn't believe he was about to do this. What was it about that
Hollingsworth boy that made all of his common sense just fly away? He slipped
out of his soiled shirt before nervously unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them
down his slim legs. He kicked them off along with his shoes and took a deep
breath as he was left in just his boxer briefs. He kept those on as he walked
up to the shower, just in case. He waited by the stall for a moment, trying to
give himself time in case he changed his mind. Once he took those off, there
was no secrets.
"You know, it's not like either of us have anything we haven't seen before."
Although Miles couldn't see Tristan from his current position, he was pretty
confident about what was going on outside the stall. That wasn't to say that
Miles wasn't just as timid as Tristan. He was even more of a stranger to boys
than his other half. He just wasn't one to wear his uneasiness on his sleeve.
Not to mention, he wasn't exactly ashamed of his unclothed body. He was no
stranger to the joys of skinny dipping, after all. Something about Miles' sass
hit a confident nerve in Tristan and his underwear fell effortlessly to the
floor.
Both boys' hearts were racing as Tristan's bare feet met the shower floor.
Miles was facing the shower head, his back turned to Tristan. The blonde's
stomach flip-flopped as his gaze slowly followed the perfectly toned muscles of
Miles' backside downward to catch his first sight of the other boy's ass. He
was admiring the absence of tan lines when Miles swiftly turned the other way,
making Tristan's eyes shoot up quickly. Both faces blushed as they met each
other's stare, silently thankful they had the same response. Miles held out his
hand and Tristan took it gently, letting Miles lead him under the water. The
warm liquid felt wonderful against his cold skin, causing him to release one of
the nervous laughs he had been holding in. As Miles' fingers slid away from
Tristan's he brought his hand up to the other boy's face.
"So what happened here?"
His thumb brushed along the dried paint smear, helping the water wash it away.
Tristan felt hyper-sensitive to the touch. His shoulders tensed up against his
neck. The way Miles' dark eyes met his with warmth seemed to melt all his
insecurities away.
"Maya, Zig, and the rest of those rubber room weirdos happened. Don't wanna
talk about it."
"Fine by me."
Miles murmured softly before pressing his lips lightly against Tristan's.
Miles could feel his boyfriend's cool breath as they pulled away from the kiss,
sending chills throughout his body. His hand grew still on Tristan's cheek as
they kissed again, this one lingering around longer than the last. The moment
was sweet – the kind of moment Miles always forgets he loves until he's living
it. Butterflies fluttered wildly throughout his stomach. It was a feeling he
had become very familiar with since him and Tristan began dating, but it never
got old.
Miles began to crave closeness, suddenly very aware of how unusually distant
their bodies were as he stared through the falling water between them. He took
a small step forward, letting his hand fall to Tristan's shoulder as he moved.
For the first time since he joined him, Miles took the time to really assess
Tristan's bare body. He had never really noticed how much he appreciated the
smooth, hairless skin and perfectly slight muscle tone the other boy kept. He
let his attention stop before he reached Tristan's hips. He wasn't sure he
wanted to be the first one caught looking down south.
"Are we actually going to shower? Because you do really need one." Tristan
teased as he moved. His eyes rolled but his coy grin was completely
contradicting.
"Harsh! I think someone's just waiting for an excuse to use a line about
dropping the soap." Miles smirked back. "Unfortunately for you, it's gel."
He reached around for the small bottle of body wash he had brought in with him.
He handed it to Tristan and jerked his chin upwards as if stating a challenge.
A devilish demeanor overtook the blonde as he squeezed a dollop into his palm.
Miles wasn't the only one who could be flirtatious.
"So uh… how was practice, anyway?" Tristan asked innocently as his soapy hand
met the middle of Miles' collarbone.
His hands slid up and down the boys torso, coating it in a thick lather. He
traced the outline of Miles' abs with his fingers, not-so-secretly loving an
excuse to check them out. The combination of the hot water, the cold gel, and
his boyfriend's touch seemed to leave sparks against Miles' skin.
"F-fine." The brunette gulped, trying to keep his composure. "How was
rehearsal?"
"Uneventful. And certainly not as… physically demanding as basketball."
As Tristan made his way back up from Miles' stomach his hand snaked around his
neck. He increased the pressure from his fingertips as he began to massage the
back of Miles' neck at the base. Miles' mouth fell slack, his eyes threatening
to shut. He took in a sharp breath as Tristan rubbed in small circles right at
the muscles – it hurt, but in a good way. The blonde was beyond amused as his
boyfriend tried to resist turning into putty in his hands. Tristan took a brave
step closer and let his hands slide down to Miles shoulders. His thumbs dug
into the concaved area, the rest of his fingers rubbing strongly at the back.
Miles couldn't fight back a satisfied grown, throwing his head back in
pleasure.
"Crap, Tristan!" He hissed as his face contorted from the way the other boy
worked the sore tissue.
How the hell was he so good at this? Miles couldn't control himself anymore. He
grabbed Tristan by the hips and traveled backwards with him until his back
smacked against the shower wall. He pulled Tristan against him hard, bringing
his mouth up to his in a passionate lip lock. Both boys gasped as their lower
regions met, feeling the other's crotch brush up against them. Tristan was
undeniably hard, which took Miles by surprise even though he was in the same
situation. He blamed it on his inexperience with other dudes.
The lustful look exchanged between the two was a silent agreement that both
were beyond the manageable levels of curiosity. Miles held Tristan's hips
firmly in place against his own as they made out, Tristan keeping him pinned
against the wall. The two fought for dominance with their kisses, pushing
against the other's mouth forcefully with each take. Tristan nibbled down on
Miles' bottom lip, forcing a grunt out of the other boy. This allowed Tristan
to slip his tongue in Miles' mouth cautiously, which Miles gladly met with his
own. They explored with a continuously increasing desire fueled on by each
other's erotic sounds.
They were gasping for air when they finally pulled away, but Miles wasted no
time. He expertly pushed against Tristan and flipped them around before the
blonde could even process what was happening. Now it was Tristan's turn to
smack helplessly against the shower wall as Miles began an unpredictable
cluster of kisses down his neck. Tristan's hands flew up, tangling in the
saturated brunette locks on the other boys head. Miles' lips pulled softly at
the sensitive skin with each kiss, eliciting a noise out of Tristan that was
unlike anything Miles had ever heard before. His whimpers grew progressively
louder, driving Miles bat-shit crazy with each one.
"You know, for someone who's so scared of getting caught you sure are loud."
Miles growled as he brought his mouth roughly against his boyfriend's once
more.
"S-sorry." Tristan whispered breathlessly after his mouth was free, clawing
down Miles' back with his stubby nails.
"Don't be. I think it's sexy." Miles lips brushed against the squirming boy's
Adams Apple before sucking on the skin harshly.
Tristan cried out. His hands latched onto Miles' ass cheeks, causing him lift
from the bruise forming on Tristan's neck with a surprised groan. He definitely
wasn't used to being touched there. Miles was beyond impressed with Tristan's
perfect combination of dominance and sweetness. It was so different than any
girl Miles had hooked up with in the past – and he wouldn't dream about going
back. Seeing the response he got from Miles made Tristan squeeze a little
tighter. Miles ran his tongue up the right side of Tristan's neck, making the
blonde shiver.
"Someone's a little handsy." Miles leaning over as he whispered in Tristan's
ear. "I think two can play at that game."
Miles' left hand wandered away from Tristan's waist to run his fingertips along
Tristan's length. Tristan gasped, completely taken back by Miles' sudden move.
He gulped in anticipation, growing anxious as the boy's hand grew still. The
only dick Miles had any experience with was his own. The brief worry of doing
something wrong flashed through his mind, paralyzing him.
"Quit being a tease, already." Tristan whined softly and Miles chuckled as he
pulled his hand away.
Tristan was about to complain until he watched Miles bring his hand to his
mouth, spitting to create a lubricant. He met Tristan's member again easily and
wrapped his wet hand firmly around the base. He moved upward agonizingly slow,
sending a pins and needles sensation rushing through Tristan's veins. He bucked
his hips against Miles' hand, silently begging for more friction as he made his
way back down. Miles granted his request, picking up speed. Tristan's jaw
dropped; his entire body falling victim to Miles' touch. His fingers gripped at
Miles' skin as if attempting to puncture through. The space around them
suddenly grew much hotter. Miles stroked him with even, steady pumps surprised
at how natural this felt. He adored the encouragement from Tristan – formed
with every twitch and shaky exhale that left the blonde. Miles' lips fell
against Tristan's shoulder, planting a line of open mouthed smacks on the bone
and back up to his neck.
"Aaaah, Miles!" His boyfriend's name escaped from Tristan's lips and Miles
grinned against his skin, letting his teeth sink carefully into it.
Tristan moaned loudly, his knees buckling from all his senses being
overwhelmed. Miles brought all his attention to the head of Tristan's dick,
feeling his pre-cum drip over his fingers. Tristan swallowed air, his eyes
falling shut as he basked in the pleasure. In his 15 years on Earth he had
never experienced anything that felt so damn good. He felt a pull in his gut
that warned him he was getting close. His breathing quickened and Miles caught
on, his hand jerking at the head swiftly. After one last sloppy kiss he removed
himself from Tristan's neck. He caught sight of the other boy's face for the
first time – his eyes shut, his mouth open, and his face scrunching slightly
with every upward motion. Miles had to bite his lip to stifle his own moan, his
dick throbbing with need. Tristan's head was spinning, every second seeming to
drag on as he climbed closer to his release. He whimpered for a long while when
he finally released, his cum spilling graciously over Miles' hand. Miles milked
him through his orgasm from start to finish before removing his hand. He leaned
back and reached for the water spray, letting it rinse the semen away before
turning back to the blonde.
"Not so bad for a beginner, huh?" He teased and Tristan shot him a downright
deadly look
He looked positively drained. His cheeks were stained red, popping out
miraculously against his paled skin. Tristan lifted his back from the wall and
leaned in to Miles, bringing their swollen lips together. When he pulled away
his expression had softened. His blue eyes sparkled with secrecy.
"I think I could show you a thing or two." Tristan finally spoke raising his
eyebrow flirtatiously at his boyfriend before dropping to his knees.
Miles backed up out of instinct to give Tristan space as he landed by his bare
feet. Without hesitation his lips engulfed the head of Miles' cock, catching
him off guard.
"S-shit! No fair! I used my hands." Miles whined as Tristan began to swirl his
tongue around the hardened member.
Miles was taken over by a strong wave of embarrassment. After the sight he just
witness he knew he wouldn't last very long with Tristan's oral skills. Tristan
rolled his eyes and reached up with one hand, wrapping it around the base of
his Miles' cock. That certainly wasn't what he meant, but he soon realized he
was in no position to complain. Tristan moved his head down carefully, testing
how much he could fit in his throat. His mouth was warm and wet around Miles'
dick. Miles' hands twitched restlessly at his sides with the overwhelming need
to grab on to something - anything. He swallowed his pride and let them fly to
the back of Tristan's head, lightly taking handfuls of his hair as he moved up.
When he brought Miles inside him again he bobbed faster, his hand stroking what
his mouth couldn't reach. His lips remained tight against Miles' dick, forcing
long moans out of the withering brunette. Tristan tried to make eye contact but
Miles' lids were clamped shut with ecstasy. It didn't taste long for the
bitterness of Miles' precum to reach his taste buds. Even though the quickness
caught him off guard he silently reveled over the effect he was having on his
boyfriend. Tristan moaned with Miles deep down his throat. The brunette's
fingers tightened as his hips jutted forward, nearly gagging Tristan. The
blonde moved up, letting his hand do all the work on the shaft while his lips
met around the head once more. He sucked in forcefully his cheeks hollowing.
Miles began to tremble. He was like a ticking time bomb. Every second seemed to
drag his anxious state on forever as he waited until his inevitable explosion.
With his hand increasing speed and his lips and tongue devouring the sensitive
tip Tristan brought Miles to the most intense orgasm of his life. His
boyfriend's name released loudly from his open mouth as he spilled his seed
inside the boy's mouth. Tristan lapped it up eagerly, pulling away to swallow
every last drop.
Now it was Tristan's turn to snicker over Miles' exhausted state. He pressed
his lips against the boy's rosy cheek, feeling Miles' labored breath tickle
against his skin. Miles just met him with a tired smile. The two washed up
quickly before exiting the shower. Miles dried himself off first before handing
the towel to Tristan. They slipped into their previous clothes, the only
exception being Tristan whom decided to leave his ruined shirt stuffed in his
bag. That may only hurt their case if anyone happened to see them leave
together, but neither boy seemed to care anymore. They were both absolutely
spent, their tired expressions mutual as they left the locker room hand-in-
hand.
"So what now?" Tristan asked in a sleepy voice that was almost too much for
Miles to handle
The brunette thought the question over. All he really wanted was to take a nap.
He wished Frankie's practice was over so he could bring Tristan back to his
bed. He wanted to hold his boyfriend tightly against him and drift off
peacefully into their separate dreams. He didn't even have to wonder what his
would be about.
"Cuddling in my backseat?" Miles suggested.
That was about as close to his fantasy as he was going to get. Luckily Tristan
agreed, and Miles squeezed his hand tighter as they walked lazily into the
parking lot.
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