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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Degrassi:_Next_Class
  Relationship:
      Miles_Hollingsworth_III/Tristan_Milligan
  Character:
      Tristan_Milligan, Miles_Hollingsworth_III
  Additional Tags:
      #smut_#triles_#tristan_#miles_#love_#milligan_#hollingsworth
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-07 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1807
****** Tristan and Miles: One shots ******
by Flutterfly212
Summary
     This is a collection of my Triles one shots. All are welcome. There
     may be smutty ones, sweet ones, and all in all, it's about Tristan
     and Miles. Enjoy my babies! :)
Notes
     Tristan and Miles' first time.
"How dare you!" Miles said as he threw his hands up briefly, letting them fall
back down to his sides. Tristan raised his eye brow and glared at the brunette
haired boy who seemed to have had a whole act planned out.
"How dare you!" Tristan replied, seeming more angry then anticipated.
"What was that about?" Miles could hear his sister ask. They bought. Miles took
a deep breath and shook his head. He walked into his house, a wide smile
plastered on his face followed by a low chuckle. Tristan folded his arms as he
leaned against wall that separated the living room and the hall that led to the
stairs.
"Nice, coulda fooled me," Tristan grinned. "How dare you!" Miles shook his head
as a low chuckle escaped his perfectly shaped mouth. His chuckle faded and he
found himself one hand against the wall, staring down at Tristan's most
admirable features.
"So..." Miles said as he took Tristan's hand. His eyes went up and down on
Tristan multiple times before staring directly at his face. Tristan took a deep
breath, feeling somewhat nervous. "We should go upstairs and...talk."
"Just talk?" Tristan asked as he tugged on Miles' shirt, his hand sliding down
to the button of his jeans. Miles' inhaled nervously.
"Or we can find another means of communicating," Miles said as put his hand on
Tristan's waist, pulling the dark haired boy against him so that there bodies
would touch slightly.
The two rushed upstairs, hand in hand. Miles opened his door and Tristan went
in first. He folded his arms as glanced around Miles' room, smiling at the
picture of him and Miles that was by his bed side.
"You changed your sheets?" Tristan noticed as he took a seat on Miles's bed.
"Were you expecting to have your way?"
"That and I uh...hadn't changed my sheets in forever," Miles smiled as he
locked the door behind him. "Do you like it or?"
"It isn't my style but...I could work with it," Tristan answered. Miles took a
seat beside him, letting out a nervous chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"I...I don't know what's next," Miles said, trying to hide the fact that he was
blushing. When it came to sex with other people, Miles' always knew what to do.
He always got right to it but with Tristan, it was different. He found himself
feeling nervous and scared for some reason.
"Well aren't I suppose to take my clothes off?" Tristan asked, almost seeming
too eager  to get started. "I'm kind of scared, to be honest."
"What's there to be scared of?" Miles asked, scooting closer to his boyfriend.
"I don't bite."
"I mean, I'm sure I want to do it with you but...it's all overwhelming. I don't
know what to expect." Tristan narrowed his eyes to the ground, his face growing
hot. And Miles noticed. He took Tristan's hand and patted it gently.
"Tris..." Miles started as he stared into his boyfriends eyes. "It may hurt but
it's the good kind of hurt. Especially since it's your first time and all..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like...I don't know like...it'll be your first time so it'll sting."
Miles cleared his throat, feeling weirded out to be talking about sex with
Tristan but he also felt good that they could talk about it.
"Sting? Oh god, maybe this isn't such a good idea." Tristan had a queasy look.
He immediately stood up and headed for the door. "Maybe it wasn't a good idea
to come."
"What why?" Miles asked, confused.
Tristan unlocked the door and Miles got up instantly. He took his boyfriends
hand and he could feel how sweaty it was.
"I'm scared I won't be good. What if I'm bad at it?" Tristan sobbed, shaking
his head. Miles pulled Tristan against him and shook his head.
"That's not possible, Tris."
"And how do you know that? What if I fail and what if you don't enjoy it?"
Tristan buried his face in his hands, feeling insecure and embarrassed. He
always felt like an odd one out because he was a virgin.
Miles lifted Tristan up and set him on his bed. He then climbed on and stared
at Tristan.
"You won't fail and I will enjoy it. Tris, to touch you, to even look at you,
it makes me..." Miles voice trailed off. He took Tristan's hand and led him
down to his erect penis. Tristan stared at him wide eyed, realizing how hard
his boyfriend was. Miles bit his bottom lip and took a deep breath. "I'm not
gonna force you. We can always do other things but if you're worried because
you think I won't enjoy it then you honestly have nothing to worry about, Tris.
I want you. In every way possible..."
"Really? So you'll go slow?" Tristan asked.
"Yes, I will go slow," Miles chuckled. "And when you want me to stop, I'll
stop, no worries." Tristan looked down at his hands and realized that it was
now or never. He was in the mood now and he knew that what he felt with Miles
felt right.
"Okay..."
"Okay?"
"But I may want to shower first." Tristan grinned, sending Miles' a wink.
Tristan got off of Miles' bed. He faced his back to Miles and started to remove
every article of clothing that he had on. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it
off slowly, giving Miles a quick glance. He then slowly unzipped his jeans,
sliding his them off and tossing them neatly to the side of Miles' bed. Miles
stayed on the bed, carefully watching his boyfriend strip in front of him.
Nothing he hadn't seen before but it was always something that seemed to give
him chills every single time. It was quite the sight too.
Tristan then walked into the shower, looking back at the curious brunette boy.
He then stepped into the shower, admiring the architecture. Miles' bathroom
looked like it could be on the front cover of magazine. Aroused by his
boyfriends little show, Miles immediately got off his bed and stripped down as
fast as he could. He stumbled a bit but managed to gain his balance. He walked
into his shower, staring at the beautiful man that was rinsing his hair. Miles
stepped in, slowly sliding his hands around Tristan's waist. Tristan let out a
gasp as he felt his boyfriends hard penis brush up against his ass.
"Tris..." Miles whispered in his ear. "You're...sexy..."
"Tell me something I don't know," Tristan answered as playfully jerked Miles
away from him.
"Is that how it's gonna be? Get ready for the tickle monster!" Without warning,
Miles poked Tristan's sides. Tristan let out a loud laugh that seemed to echoed
the bathroom.
"Miles! Stop it right now!" Tristan managed to back up to the shower wall,
holding the shower head to Miles', almost as if as holding him at gun point.
The brunette haired boy rolled his eyes and a grin fell across his perfectly
sculpted face.
"Miles...I'm serious. Come any closer and I'll...I'll..."
"You'll what?" Miles asked as seductively walked towards the nervous looking
dark haired boy. "Kiss me? Honestly Tristan, would that be the worst thing?"
The two let out a chuckle but soon enough, their chuckles had subsided and
their smiles had faded. Tristan threw the shower head down and pulled Miles'
face to his. Miles leaned his hand against the shower wall, accepting his
boyfriends kiss, eager to do so much more. Their tongues wrestled and their
heads turned as they felt each other more and more with every minute of their
lips pressed against one another's. Miles then grabbed Tristan's ass, giving it
a playful squeeze.
"Miles..." Tristan chuckled as he slapped his boyfriend arm. Miles smiled as he
turned off the shower head, a grin plastered across his face.
"Hey how about we move this party to my bed?" Miles looked at Tristan, waiting
for an answer. Tristan kissed Miles' lips and nodded as he bit his lower lip in
anticipation.
After drying off, Miles then carried Tristan from the bathroom to his bed,
where he set the dark haired boy down gently. Miles then dimmed the lights of
his room and lit a tiny candle on his dresser.
"Ooh, how romantic." Tristan told him. Miles opened his dresser and had gotten
a condom. He then hoped into the bed, pulling the sheets over him and Tristan.
"So..." Miles smiled, staring into Tristan's eyes. "When you're ready..."
"Miles," Tristan scooted closer to his boyfriend, staring down at his lips then
into his eyes. "I've never been more ready on my life."
With that being said, Miles nodded and took a deep breath as he slowly got on
top of Tristan. He took a minute to admire Tristan's features and soon enough,
pressed his lips against Tristan's neck. Tristan closed his eyes, his mouths
lightly open, his moans soft. Miles then made his way to Tristan's chest area,
to his stomach, landing soft pecks that seemed to have aroused Tristan more.
"Miles...." Tristan whispered. Miles managed to crack a smile. He gave Tristan
a look. The kind of you give someone when you think the whole world of them.
Miles opened the condom pack, throwing the wrapper to the side. He slid it on
himself and took another deep breath and slowly pushed into Tristan's bottom.
Tristan turned his head to the side, flabbergasted by the pain. The pain that
he wanted to feel. The pain that made him ache for it hurt more. Miles then
slowly pushed in and out, his hands pinning down his boyfriend, who had his
eyes closed. All of a sudden, Tristan moaned. Miles stared down at Tristan,
worried. He immediately pulled out.
"Should I stop? Am I hurting you?"
Miles asked the dark haired boy. Tristan took a deep breath and looked up at
Miles. He then took his boyfriends hand and smiled.
"No. Don't stop." Miles began again, slow at first. And then in time, started
to pick up the pace. Tristan wanted to close his eyes but then realized that
seeing Miles' through it all really turned him on. Tristan moaned as his
boyfriend went faster and faster into him. He wrapped his hands around Miles'
neck. Miles held Tristan's waist as he continued in and out of his bottom.
"Fuck..." Miles uttered, feeling that he was about to cum. Miles went faster
again, thrusting harder and more in. And soon enough, it was over. Miles closed
his eyes as he laid beside Tristan.
"That was...amazing!" Tristan said, smiling at the beautiful man beside him.
"Let's go again!" Miles let out a laugh and pulled Tristan into a kiss.
"I love you, Tristan..."
"I love you too..."
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