Page 74 of Miles's Pact
I'd always enjoyed flying around with Miles, and adding Duckie to our old game had made it more exciting. Chasing them through the air had been fun, and I wondered if we could turn this into a larger-scale game and get all the other flying supes in our clan to join. We could split into teams and make it all official. I'd have to bring it up sometime.
"Okay, I was thinking we should fly a bit more. You know, digest all that food. And then we can—"
The sky broke open out of nowhere, cutting me off and leaving us wide-eyed and soaked in an instant.
"What the hell, Raiden?" I shouted at the sky, making Miles chuckle as he and Duckie hurried to gather up our stuff. Miles stuffed the now-muddy blanket into the basket, and I did not look forward to washing that thing.
We ran through the trees as the rain kept pouring, and I breathed in the scent of wet soil and rainstorms. I'd always loved the rain in Mistvale, and even now I wanted to stop to soak it all in, despite the fact that I was annoyed it'd cut our hangout short.
We could've played for a few more hours if it hadn't been for the rain. Maybe the rain wouldn't be as dramatic once Cam was in charge, but I didn't have much confidence in him. After all, Cam could be just as—if not more—theatrical as his father.
We'd parked our car outside the gates, and Miles stuffed everything in the trunk as soon as I unlocked the car, then climbed into the backseat as Duckie called shotgun. He loveddoing that, so of course Miles never called it himself, sucker that he was. I, on the other hand, loved competing with Duckie when Miles drove.
"We'll have to clean the car later," I said with a frown as I glanced down at the muddy footwell, and Miles sighed in commiseration.
The drive home was slow, the rain pounding against the windshield, in no mood to abate, and I glanced at Miles through the rearview mirror, one brow raised in concern.
"Yeah, I'm texting Micah," he said as Duckie turned to look at him in confusion, and I jumped into a refresher course of the whole 'Raiden's emotions affect the weather' thing.
Miles's phone buzzed, and he chuckled.
"Micah says Raiden is having trouble deciding what to take with him, mainly from his hoard."
I shook my head, laughing at the comedy of it all. How could a thousands of years old dragon be so… dramatic?
Duckie
At home, we quickly went upstairs to change into dry clothes, and as I pulled my shirt and pants off, my eyes were drawn to Miles, who was doing the same in front of his closet.
Abandoning my fresh clothes, I walked over to him, grabbing his hips and pulling him into a kiss as my palms moved over his rain-slick back. His skin was cool, but his lips were quickly heating up as we kissed.
Miles moaned into the kiss, and I slid my leg between his, humming when he started rubbing himself against my thigh. I could feel how hard he was, and I wanted to make him come.
Sliding a hand down his back, I slid it under the waistband of his underwear, squeezing his ass and making him rock harder into me.
I slid a finger between his cheeks, rubbing over his hole as I licked into his mouth, tangling my tongue with his.
Pulling my hand out of his underwear, I moved to his front, caressing his cock through the material of his underwear before moving the waistband lower and freeing his hard cock.
I wrapped my hand around his length, and he groaned as I moved my hand over him.
"You wanna—oh shit!" The door slammed shut as we jerked apart, sharing a wide-eyed glance.
"Was that…?" Miles looked at the door in question as I nodded quickly, and he groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Damn it. He'll never let us live this down."
"Probably not," I agreed, and Miles sighed from the very depths of his soul.
"Should we go downstairs?" he asked as he quickly tucked himself back in, and I nodded. The mood was gone now, and we couldn't keep going.
We changed into fresh clothes, then made our way downstairs, finding Mateo sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. He glanced up as we came in, raising a brow at us, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief.
"That was fast," he teased, and Miles scowled at him.
"Shut up."
"Seriously, though. You didn't have to stop on my account. It was bound to happen at some point."
Miles sighed as he threw himself into the armchair, and I bit back a smile as I settled on his lap. He made a surprised sound, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
