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works/2523173.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Degrassi
  Relationship:
      Miles_Hollingsworth_III/Tristan_Milligan, Mentions_of_Yates/_Tristan
      Milligan
  Character:
      Miles_Hollingsworth_III, Tristan_Milligan
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-27 Words: 2200
****** Love After War ******
by EvilValenStrife
Summary
     30 Days of Triles: Day 23 & 24- Arguing and Making Up Afterwards
     Miles and Tristan get into a heated argument and have angry sex.
Notes
     Author's Crap: I decided to do the Day 23- Arguing and Day 24- Making
     up Afterwards challenge as one challenge simply because that's how my
     muse is set up right now. I hope you guys enjoy this one! Sorry that
     its so late!
See the end of the work for more notes
"We are SO not having this conversation right now!" Tristan's voice broke out
in the middle of the Hollingsworth living room as he walked away briskly to the
kitchen to get himself some water.
"Then, when should we have it, huh?" Miles followed closely behind him looking
irritated. "When you're fucking 30 and not able to make him pay for what he did
to you?!"
Tristan turned around with a look of venom in his eyes and fixed Miles with a
glare.
"It's MY business!" Tristan yelled. "It's not like it concerns you!"
"If someone hurts my BOYFRIEND, then it's my business!" Miles yelled back just
as frustrated. "What if he does this to someone else? Could you be happy
knowing that you did nothing to get that creep off the streets, Tris?"
"Don't make it sound like I'm in the wrong here!" Tristan slammed his glass
down onto the kitchen counter. "If I don't want to deal with this, I won't."
"That's your solution for everything, isn't it?" Miles chuckled bitterly. "Just
run away from the problem and it'll just vanish like a fucking magic show, is
that it?"
Tristan rose from his seat and pushed Miles backward square in the chest.
"You are not and never will be in any position to judge how I choose to deal
with or not deal with my problems." Tristan jabbed his finger into Miles' chest
with each word. "You always do the absolute most when it comes to dealing with
your father. You are incapable 95% of the time of realizing when you fuck up.
You can't even accept your own guilt! And, you want to lecture me?! Get real
Miles…"
Miles froze in and stared blankly at his floor. The air in the room had taken
on a heavy feel and Miles could feel the pressure closing in around them. His
body was white hot with rage as he spoke the next few words.
"At least I'm not scared to confront the man that took advantage of me like I
was some stupid whore." Miles bit out not lifting his gaze from the ground.
All that could be heard was a slap that echoed through the empty kitchen. Time
seemed to freeze; all that could be felt was the animosity between the two
occupants of the room. Miles lifted a hand to his sure to be bruising cheek and
stroked it in amazement. He gave a shaky rage-filled chuckle before lunging at
Tristan and decking him solidly on the cheek. Tristan gave a curse and ran
forward tackling him to the ground. Miles managed to get a good hit on the
blond's right cheek before Tristan let his fist sail into Miles' abdomen. Miles
flinched and clutched at his stomach before Tristan was pushing him backwards
onto the hard linoleum floor.
He looked at his boyfriend before making a split-second decision. He leaned
down to kiss him in a kiss filled with all the anger that had just taken place
inside the room. Miles moved his head to the right to break the kiss but,
Tristan's hand on his jaw forced him back to his lips. He melted desperately
into the kiss with his arms going up to clutch at Tristan's clothed back, no
doubt stretching out the fabric. Tristan bit insistently at Miles' lip even
biting hard enough to draw blood. Miles gave an animalistic groan before
reaching to yank Tristan's shirt off his head. Tristan broke their kiss and
batted Miles' hands away finishing in removing his shirt throwing it off into a
forgotten corner of the kitchen.
He practically ripped at the buttons of Miles' dark blue dress shirt yanking
the last button free from its slot. He descended upon Miles' exposed chest like
a vulture and nipped harshly at the skin he found there all the while moaning
at Miles' dull fingernails digging into his back leaving tiny crescent moons.
Tristan bit at Miles' neck and trailed a hand down in between their bodies to
grab a hold of Miles' now hardening erection through his jeans. He bit down on
the skin being sure to draw blood from it and moaned when the coppery substance
hit his tongue.
Miles squirmed beneath him and moaned when he felt Tristan hastily undoing the
button to his pants. The blond reached beneath his boxers to jerk his cock
rapidly not stopping even when he felt Miles claw at his back. Miles moaned
loudly and thrust his hips upwards into to Tristan's firm grip. He knew he
would be hurtling to the edge of his pleasure soon with how Tristan was jacking
him off. Tristan leaned down to place a rough kiss to his lips and Miles
quickly returned it. Somehow, Tristan managed to move his hand even faster on
the brunet's hard flesh and had Miles practically sobbing with how good it
felt. All he could feel was Tristan's touch even as he lay against the cold
linoleum floor. The sexual tension in the air grew even hotter as they pushed
against each other hungrily.
A quick twist to Miles' cock had the brunet pulling away from Tristan's mouth
to let his head fall back against the ground and release a bitten off moan
shooting his cum all over Tristan's relentless hand and his boxers. Tristan
continued to stroke him through his orgasm being sure to milk every last drop
from his leaking cock. Miles gave a keening whine as his boyfriend stroked his
oversensitive cock to the point of pain. Miles reached his hand down to bat
Tristan's away from his lower half and fell back against the floor panting
heavily with his arm pressed to his forehead.
Tristan leaned back to view Miles' red face as he collected himself slowly. He
reached down to undo his own trousers and pulled his cock free from them. The
blond brought his hips to Miles' face and rubbed his hard and leaking cock on
the brunet's lips. Miles groaned tiredly but allowed his lips to part letting
the length slip into his mouth. Tristan began to thrust shallowly letting Miles
find some energy to put into sucking him off. Miles leaned his head upwards to
suckle at the tip of Tristan's length and moaned around it causing Tristan to
let out a loud sigh. Miles began to actually suck at the member with purpose
and pulled more of it into his mouth. He relaxed his throat enough for Tristan
to continue his thrusting only gagging slightly.
He felt a little dirty letting Tristan do this to him but he couldn't bring
himself to find the will to stop. He felt Tristan's thick cock sliding in and
out of his throat and he found himself growing hard again. Tristan seemed to
notice this too and pulled out of Miles' mouth with an audible pop. He leaned
back down to kiss Miles before tugging him by his hand up into a standing
position. Tristan pushed him flush against the island counter in the kitchen
and Miles suddenly realized what was going to be happening. Tristan stood
behind him and pulled at Miles' jeans until they were just below his ass. Miles
groaned and wiggled to shake them a little so they pooled loosely around his
mid-thigh.
Tristan knelt down and pressed a spit-slick finger to Miles' entrance. Miles
inhaled deeply as he felt Tristan's finger breeching the puckered hole. He
hadn't bottomed for Tristan in a long time and wasn't still entirely used to
something going in his ass. Tristan moved the finger around listening as Miles
exhaled and trembled around him. He continued that before adding a second
finger hearing Miles give a pained moan. The brunet gripped at the counter in
an attempt to cling to something. He knew this part was always the worst.
Tristan began to scissor his fingers inside of his boyfriend and Miles gasped
in pain.
"Fuck!" He swore feeling Tristan expanding him.
Tristan didn't let up on his exploration and pushed inside until he brushed up
against something that made Miles groan and bite down on his lip.
"Fuck, right there Tris…" Miles bit out pushing his hips back down onto
Tristan's fingers.
The blond flipped his hand so that his palm was facing upward and began to
thrust into Miles with his fingers. Miles fought the urge to scream as Tristan
repeatedly hit his prostate. It just felt so good with the slight burn from
being stretched so widely. Tristan removed his hand after one final thrust into
Miles. He hadn't bothered to try to find a condom and Miles could care less if
he did at this point. He just wanted the blond inside of him.
He could already tell this would be a little more painful than the last time.
Tristan's length pressed up against Miles' entrance and pushed slightly at the
barrier. Miles groaned as the head began to slide in past his resistance.
Tristan pushed forward inch by inch until half of his member was sheathed
inside of his lover. Miles groaned in pain as he felt himself being stretched
with no lubrication. It hurt like hell and tears prickled at his eyes but, he
didn't want to stop. Deciding to spare him of the slow pain, Tristan thrust the
rest of the way in. Miles couldn't stop the loud exclamation of pain that
escaped him when he felt Tristan's thick member lodged completely inside of
him. Tristan didn't let him try to get used to it either, he moved shallowly
thrusting into his boyfriend. Miles bit down on his lower lip feeling the sting
of being so full, so stretched.
"Miles…" Tristan moaned as he pushed forward leaning down to bite at Miles'
earlobe.
"Harder…" Miles moaned out weakly pushing his hips back against Tristan's.
Tristan bit down and thrust his hips deep and harder into Miles relishing in
the gasp he received. Miles was enjoying the roughness of it all. There was
nothing proper about this. This wasn't love-making. He was being fucked into
the counter by his boyfriend and he was enjoying every last second of it. The
blond's hips roughly slamming against his backside leaving a stinging sensation
made him moan while pressing backwards into Tristan. Miles' sweaty bang began
to come unfurled from the top of his hair while he gripped at the countertop in
an attempt to cling to something; anything really. Tristan's hips snapped
against his even harder and Miles swore in bliss almost lost in pleasure as
Tristan brushed up against his prostate slightly.
"Fuck! Right there! Fuck me right there!" Miles began to just allow the filthy
language spill from his mouth as he reached backwards with a hand in an attempt
to push Tristan's hips back into him.
Tristan grasped his wrist before Miles could actually touch him and pushed it
up against his back while leaning down to bite against the brunet's earlobe.
Miles moaned hoarsely and allowed Tristan to restrain his arm while he fucked
him how he wanted to. He felt a hand slip down to his abdomen and pull him up
so that Miles' body was slightly upright. Tristan's mouth slid down Miles'
sweaty shoulder to nip at it in an animalistic manner. The salt from Miles'
skin hit Tristan's tongue and he groaned pushing into Miles more insistently.
Miles knew he was close, he wouldn't last much longer the way Tristan was
thrusting into him. He brought one of his hands down to his leaking cock and
began to pump it furiously to match Tristan's thrusts.
"Fuck… Cum for me…" Tristan moaned after having noticed Miles' actions.
Hearing Tristan's voice huskily order him, Miles came with a sharp cry of
Tristan's name on his lips. Ropes of white spilled forth all over Miles'
stroking hand. The blond moaned as Miles' insides clenched around his length
and he gave one more hard erratic thrust before biting into Miles' shoulder, no
doubt drawing blood and releasing inside the brunet. Miles gasped and braced
himself with shaking limp arms against the counter. Something about the primal
instinct of all this made Miles' body hotter.
Tristan pulled out of the brunet and pulled him up to face him before kissing
him with as much ferocity as he could muster. Miles returned it eagerly and let
his clean hand slide up into Tristan's hair and grip at it while he kissed his
boyfriend. Their sweat began to cool and their semen began to dry Miles started
to pull his clothes back on properly watching Tristan do the same.
"Tris... I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said what I did… You're right… I never
take the blame for my own problems." Miles apologized taking Tristan's hand in
his own.
"We both said some things we shouldn't have…" Tristan admitted. "I'm sorry too…
Maybe I am running away from this but, I think that I should press charges.
Just when I'm ready…"
Miles nodded and pulled Tristan closer to kiss him again. They'd be okay.
Everything would work out as long as they had each other. He would ensure that
Yates would pay for using Tristan but, his boyfriend's comfort was more
important.
End Notes
     Author's Crap: This was another one that I had on my computer but
     hadn't really finished it because school and work said "no".
     Hopefully it was good.
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