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"...You sure you don't want me to make you some tea or something?" Phoenix drawled, rubbing his bleary eyes with a tired yawn.
"No, I'm alright. Sorry to wake you."
Phoenix simply hummed, eyes closed and chest slowly rising and falling as he almost immediately lapsed back into peaceful sleep.
Of course, out of all the nights to have insomnia, it had to be before a 7:00am flight. His constant tossing and turning eventually woke his doting husband, but Miles simply hushed the man back to sleep. He needed his rest.
Rolling onto his back, he focused on the rhythm of Phoenix's breathing as he mentally checked off everything packed in his suitcase. Laptop, clothes, shampoo... Was there more shopping he needed to do? It was only a three day trip – there was no need for so much anxiety. He traveled all the time.
He turned over again, tucking himself into Phoenix's chest, feeling it rise and fall, the warm breath tickling his hair.
Maybe missing Phoenix was the upsetting part.
Well, nothing he could do to change that. He had no choice but to go on this trip. At the very least, he should enjoy the last night he'd sleep in his own bed for a few days. With that thought, his racing mind finally began to slow. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, he slowly slipped away into the comfort of his marriage bed. Soft at first, yet unexpectedly...firm? A breeze seemed to prickle his skin.
He shifted on the hard, cold bed beneath him, when...
Consciousness came to him with a jolt.
Did he fall out of bed? His hands felt around for the warmth of another body but were met with the smooth tile of a floor, eyes blinking rapidly to get a bearing on where he was. He lifted a hand only for it to smack on the edge of a coffee table.
What the hell?! He clutched his hand with a wince.
Though he could hardly see in the dark, he could make out the walls of a small, cramped room around him. Some furniture...a bed, a small refrigerator...Nothing was familiar. Miles could feel his head practically spinning with panic and confusion.
What exactly was the meaning of this? He needed to be awake and be somewhere in just a few hours!
Stumbling, he got to his feet and made haste for the dimly glowing outline of a door. Already shaky on his feet, he bumped into a clothes hamper, nearly losing his balance before stubbing his toe on a stack of books, and...what a horrid mess! Who lives like this!
His tumbling thoughts halted with the distinct click of a doorknob.
With a long, loud creak, a figure appeared behind the opening door. Miles braced himself as they turned on the light to reveal-
"Oh, Phoenix . Thank god." Miles breathed, not even realizing he held it in. "I was terrified. What happened?"
Standing there frozen, jaw agape and with a heavy-looking bag of groceries clutched in his arms, Phoenix simply stared at Miles as if the man suddenly had three heads. Miles curiously studied him and his surprised features. This man certainly was Phoenix, but distinctly different...slightly paler, skinnier, still with his mess of spiky black hair, but cut a bit shorter. It gave Miles pause.
"M-M...M--" The man floundered, back colliding with the door as he stumbled backwards. "Miles Edgeworth!? W-Why are you in my dorm?"
"Your dorm?" Miles blinked, head swiveling to take in the space around him. The room was pitifully small, with nothing but a bed, refrigerator, a closet and scattered, disorganized junk. He supposed this was a dorm. "This...I must be dreaming."
"...A dream?" Phoenix murmured.
"Hm. There's really no other explanation." Miles concluded, looking at his hands. "Though it's quite lucid."
Phoenix seemed to consider that, eyes flicking down to his shoes. "It doesn't really feel like a dream? I went to class, got dinner, went grocery shopping--"
"It is rather strange. And I'm quite sorry for intruding." Miles sighed.
"N-No! Really, it's okay." Phoenix flashed him a nervous grin. "I just can't believe you're here. You look a little...different? I didn't know you wore glasses, and, um--"
Miles watched smokey brown eyes rake him up and down with uncurbed curiosity. He sighed and rested his hands on his hips. "Well, if you're in college then that means I'm from about an entire decade in the future."
"O-Oh, huh." Wide eyes blinked at that. "I've never dreamt about you being older than me."
Miles smiled knowingly. "Different from your usual dreams about me?"
Phoenix threw a hand over his mouth.
"Right, apologies. That was a bit unnecessary."
Though it wasn't his intention to stare, as soon as Miles caught sight of Phoenix's hand, he found his eyes stuck to it curiously, before reaching out to take it into his own. As if his heart was suddenly tied to bricks of lead, it sank painfully when he saw the bandages all over Phoenix's fingers and the white hospital band attached to his wrist.
"Darling," He breathed. "what...what on earth happened to you?"
"W...What?" Phoenix blinked, eyes blown out wide.
As he carefully examined the hand of his love, slowly the wheels began to turn in Miles' head. It must have happened just a couple of days ago. He heaved a forlorn sigh. "Right. That girl..."
"D-Did you just call me--?"
Miles gave pause at Phoenix's question, studying the man's face as slowly an eruption of pink began to creep across it.
Suddenly Miles felt himself turning pink as well.
"O-Oh." He looked down at the dully sun-kissed hand still cradled in his own. "You wouldn't know, I suppose."
"Know what?"
"Well...Perhaps it's better I don't tell you. Though if it's just a dream--" Miles hummed, looking down at his own left hand, a glint of gold flashing back at him.
"Look." He said gently, putting his left hand over Phoenix's. "A little over ten years from now, you and I are married."
Phoenix blinked, eyes blowing wide and limpid with a sheen of moisture. "W...We're...married?"
"Yes. I know it's hard for you to believe now, but, we do meet again. And, things...Happen. A lot happens. I'll spare you the details, but--"
"H-Hah. Okay."
Miles' words faltered. Certainly the last thing he expected to hear was wry laughter. He stood there and watched as Phoenix tried, and ultimately failed, to blink away the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
"T-This really is some kind of sick dream."
"Oh, love..." Miles couldn't help but wince at the sight, his heart still impossibly heavy and threatening to drop into his stomach. Hands rose to cradle that face on instinct. "Listen, dream or not, I'm telling you the truth."
"Th...That's ridiculous."
"I know you may feel that way. I-I know you're going through a lot of pain right now--that you've just had your heart broken. It may feel like the end of the world, but it isn't. Okay?"
Those eyes nearly melted Miles where he stood. Tears spilling over at the seams, lips pressed tight, holding his breath to stifle the sobs, like he would always do. Miles had seen it dozens of times. But it didn't make his heart any less broken for the younger man.
"I-I'm sorry." Phoenix suddenly blurted, turning away to cover his now tear-laden face.
"There is no need to be sorry." Miles carefully reached for him as he shrunk away, his hands landing on trembling wrists. "If anyone ought to apologize, it's me. I shouldn't have dropped such information on you when you already have so much on your mind. Forget I said anything about marriage."
Phoenix shook his head, voice seeping out in a wet, pitiful croak. "You're really kind. It's nothing. I-I just..."
Miles gently hushed him with a finger pressed to trembling lips.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up? We can talk more once you're relaxed and comfortable."
"You...You'll stay?" Phoenix whimpered.
"Yes." Miles smiled gently, catching a tear with his thumb at it cascaded down the man's cheek. "Though, I have a feeling I may not be able to stay for long...For now, let me at least take care of you, love."
A hum bubbled from Phoenix's throat as he nodded his head, quietly allowing Miles to walk him over to the tiny bathroom tucked away in the corner.
The prosecutor turned on the tap for his husband, who dipped his head down and splashed the tepid water on his puffy eyes, washing away the tears drying on his cheeks. Miles hovered by his side with his fingers nestled in dark black hair, gently stroking it back to keep the messy strands dry. When Phoenix lifted his head again, Miles was ready with a plush towel, dabbing away at the reddened skin with tempered touches.
"There...Do you feel a bit better?"
Phoenix's eyes fell to the floor, looking sheepish as Miles knew he could be.
"I've done this for you plenty of times. And you for me. It's quite alright."
"Sorry." Phoenix murmured, sadness lingering in his words. "I'm too emotional, I know."
Miles shook his head. "Not a bad thing, love. It's part of who you are."
Phoenix's lovely eyes finally flickered to his own, still moist with leftover tears and welled with vulnerability and hurt. Miles was overcome with the desire to shower kisses on those puffy cheeks, red and dusted with faint freckles from time in the sunlight. He deserved so much more than this – deserved to be loved and cared for. Though, Miles tempered himself, not wanting to scare Phoenix away with sudden full-on displays of married affection. For all he knew, the man could be seeing someone at this moment in time.
"Well then." He offered easily. "Let's go sit down. I'll put away your groceries and make you some tea. Does that sound alright?"
Phoenix nodded slowly, his expression turning shy. "Thank you...but I only have instant coffee."
"Oh. Too late at night for coffee, I suppose."
Looking somehow even more sheepish, Phoenix raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck. "I-I have to study for an exam tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Morning?"
Phoenix nodded.
"...Tell me you've at least studied part of the material."
If there was one thing about his husband that never changed with time, it was that silly little grin that broke across his face when he's been caught in a predicament.
Needing to know no more, Miles sighed patiently.
"Instant coffee it is, then."
Out in the main room, Miles put a pot of water on the small hot plate before making quick work of putting away the man's small haul of groceries. As much as Phoenix insisted he should assist Miles, the prosecutor stood his ground.
"Keep those eyes on your textbook." He scolded.
Stubborn as ever, Phoenix offered at least three times until Miles finished the job – leaving him ready to physically shove the man's nose into his books at that point.
"What is it that you're studying, anyways?" He asked the student, pouring some of the heated water into a cup before peeling open a packet of instant coffee.
"Intro to criminal justice and law..."
"Ah. Maybe I can be of use to you, then."
Phoenix watched as Miles approached the coffee table and sat on the floor beside him, the cup of instant coffee steaming in his hands.
"Here you go, love."
He accepted the drink with a warm smile, cradling it in his bandaged hands. "Thank you. Do you want any?"
Heavens no , Miles thought. He might as well drink liquid cardboard before a cup of instant coffee. He shuddered. "No, I'm quite alright."
Phoenix shrugged, enjoying his beverage happily.
The textbook pages were lined with all sorts of topics reminiscent of his own time in undergrad. Some historic cases, the rights of the accused, the bail system...
"Is it a final exam or a midterm?" Miles asked quietly, eyes scanning the pages.
"Final." Phoenix sighed.
"Have you begun learning about court proceedings yet?"
"Not in this class...I've been studying that on my own."
"Right, I imagine it’s difficult taking these classes outside of your major. Are you confident you know what will appear on the test?"
"Yeah!" Phoenix nodded. "It's just what's in this textbook."
"Mm." Miles slid the textbook towards him and adjusted his glasses. "And what part of the textbook do you feel the least confident on?"
"Uhh...Well to be honest it's taken me a while to get through this chapter on due process. But I think I got it."
"Ah. Well, as a defense attorney it's important to know. Can you explain to me what it is and how it's applied?"
"It um..." Phoenix rolled his pencil in his fingers. "basically means you can't throw people in jail without a trial."
"Right. Can you tell me where this originated from?"
Phoenix glanced at his book as a hand slid up to rub at the back of his neck. Miles listened to him skim through the content and helped him articulate the historical context of due process. It was somewhat of a poorly arranged textbook, and certainly not the most riveting content. Knowing the man’s attention span and lack of patience, Miles could understand why he would have trouble getting through it. Of course, Phoenix was still incredibly persistent and sharp. Though each section seemed to drag on and on, the pair managed to make decent progress through the book and Miles gave him a few pointers.
"...and remember the statute of limitations here as well. I'd be surprised if your professor doesn't throw a question in about it -- are you still paying attention?"
Miles looked over to see Phoenix laying his head on his open notebook, glistening doe eyes looking up at Miles as if he were some kind of angel on earth.
"...you're so pretty. And you smell really nice."
"Right." Miles shut the textbook with a swift clap. "Perhaps you need a break."
Phoenix floundered and sat upright, lunging for his pen. "I-I'm fine! I don't need a break."
"Taking breaks is important. If you don't, you'll get burnt out and lose focus."
"I-I didn't mean to. Just...you're, uh, is 'distracting' the right word?"
Miles pushed his glasses up before the onset of a blush became too obvious. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Hah, n-no! Nothing like that. Not at all."
"Flirting won't get you a passing grade on your test."
"I'm sorry." Phoenix looked away, a storm of emotions clouding his grayish brown eyes. "I-I just I like you a lot and can't believe you're here..."
Miles couldn't help but smile. "Nevermind me. It's important you get a good grade on this test."
"I-I know but, gosh...just really want to kiss you right now..."
Miles looked at him softly.
"I-I mean I really, uh, miss you right now, I mean it's been ages since I saw you -- for me at least? Haha..."
With a quiet sigh, Miles took his glasses off and reached out to cup Phoenix's face. The man's cheeks were as red as a fire hydrant, but Miles imagined he looked about the same. Without a slight of hesitation, Miles tilted his head, and gently pressed his lips to Phoenix's. Those lips were a bit dry, but still very soft under Miles' as he lingered there for a few seconds. Slowly, as he pulled away and opened his eyes, the sight he took in before him brought on a quiet chuckle before he had a chance to stifle it.
The poor man looked as though he could melt into a puddle at any moment. Even the Phoenix in his dreams was still a furious blusher -- the thought warmed Miles' heart. His intention was to help his husband be less hopelessly distracted, but judging by the sparkling awe in those eyes, Miles may have inadvertently made the situation worse.
"Phoenix?" He offered quietly. "Are you alright?"
"Huh...?" A bandaged hand lifted slowly to touch the man's own lips, awe and disbelief evident on his face.
Miles reached for his glasses and slotted them back onto his face. "I'll make you another cup of coffee, my dear."
Phoenix's every joint remained cemented together as Miles easily got up and took his empty coffee cup back to the hot plate where he refilled it.
"By the way," Miles began, stirring the coffee. "I don't mean to intrude, but you aren't currently seeing anyone, are you?"
Phoenix returned from his daze at that. "No, I -- not at the moment. Well...I-I guess me and my girlfriend never officially broke up, but..."
"...You're referring to the one who nearly poisoned you?"
"It wasn't really her fault!"
Miles breathed away his impatience with a long sigh. Holding the steaming mug between his fingers, he walked over and took a seat on the edge of the plush, twin bed. "Phoenix, love. Come here...I'd like to talk to you."
"I...I already know what you're going to say." Phoenix muttered, getting to his feet and approaching the bed where he plopped down beside Miles.
"And how do you know that?" He asked as he handed the cup to the student.
"I just know okay?" Phoenix looked down into the swirling steam. "I've heard it a million times, everyone's said the same thing to me already. That I'm stupid and I should grow up--"
"You're not stupid. Quite the opposite, actually."
"...Huh?"
"Phoenix, I suppose that...when you're in your early twenties, everything is a bit...confusing and easily blown out of proportion but believe me when I say you have so many better things ahead of you in your life."
"I guess that's easy for you to say, you're probably just a figment of my imagination."
"That's quite irrelevant. I'm telling you, you have so much potential, and will go on to do great things – make a difference in so many people's lives… in my life."
Sullen brown eyes looked up at that.
"You have to move on, Phoenix." Miles added quietly. "Don't ever tell yourself you're stupid. You're smarter than you realize, and you deserve much better. You deserve to be loved, truly loved."
He watched as Phoenix's expression quickly wound up as if he were holding back another wave of tears. He said nothing, but Miles figured he probably couldn't if he was on the verge of crying. Hoping he at least got through to the man in some way, Miles quietly reached out to pluck the coffee from the man's hands and set it on the coffee table before tucking Phoenix under his arm.
The contact seemed to be too much for him, and the fragile state of mind he was in.
Within seconds, Phoenix was trembling against him, and the quiet sound of stifled whimpers filled the silence.
"It's alright, my love." Miles whispered, his cheek coming to rest atop silky spikes as Phoenix curled further into him. "It's okay to cry. You're safe..."
Whether or not that's what Phoenix wanted to hear in that moment, Miles wasn't sure. But the man stopped holding back, nonetheless. The prosecutor simply held him, rubbing small circles into his back as whimpers turned to sobs, and little trembles turned into full on shaking.
He wasn't sure how much time passed like that, but he had a feeling Phoenix desperately needed this. The man was a complete wreck. It only hurt to know that none of the comfort he offered him was actually real.
But, somehow it felt real.
He felt the weight of Phoenix in his arms, he felt the softness of his hoodie, the wetness of tears soaking into his shirt. He slowly carded his fingers through that mess of thick, black hair -- like he's done thousands of times.
There was no way he could just leave Phoenix in this state, dream or not. He only hoped he could stay long enough for Phoenix to calm down. After some time had passed, he felt the student shifting in his arms.
"M-Miles." Phoenix hiccuped, roughly pawing the tears off his face.
"Be gentle with yourself." Miles mildly warned him, clasping one of those hands in his.
"M'sorry you had to see me like this...I-I'm really sorry."
Having none of it, Miles lifted the man's chin with a finger and their eyes met.
"You've done nothing wrong. Nothing. I won't take an apology."
Phoenix nodded slowly, eyes still wide and wet. He sniffled before opening his mouth to speak again.
"B-Before you leave, can I ask you something selfish?"
"Yes, anything."
"Could we maybe...kiss one more time?"
Miles' chest cinched painfully, and he nodded without another word.
Despite the crackling emotions of that moment, the collision of their lips was soft and slow. He could taste the salt of tears; he could feel the warmth of his skin from the hurt and anxiety boiling his blood. His kiss melted Miles' heart in a way that only his husband could, and every fiber of his being yearned to show him just how truly loved he is. A flicker of heat alighted in his body when he felt Phoenix's kisses grow hungrier, hands on his back roving around to feel Miles and bring him closer. A soft hum left Miles at the feeling of a wet tongue swiping his lips in a shy beckon for permission. Without a second thought, he let Phoenix explore his mouth, relishing in the way the man's breathing subtly picked up. He lightly sucked his bottom lip and lapped at the corner when abruptly Phoenix pulled back with a gut-wrenching wince. Panic instantly shot through Miles and immediately he backed off to check on his lover.
"Honey, is everything okay?"
"S-Sorry." Phoenix smiled sadly. "I, um...got bothered by one of the cuts on my lip."
Miles hadn't yet noticed it, but upon closer inspection he could see a thin cut peeking out from the corner of his lip, still in the process of healing. Trying his best not to let his heartbreak show on his face, Miles leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to Phoenix's forehead.
"I apologize. We can stop, if you'd like."
"N-No!" The student blurted, panic shining in his eyes. "I'd like to keep going i-if...is that okay?"
Miles looked at him quietly, his hand mindlessly reaching up to brush away stray locks of spiky hair as they exchanged a long, heavy stare.
The adoration and love he felt for this man filled his chest up until it hurt. He reached into himself and found what he wanted to say before the feelings could choke him up.
"...Are you sure? I want you to be comfortable and I know you're a bit overwhelmed--"
"Yes...yes, I'm sure and, I-I just can't believe how beautiful and sweet you are and -- Miles I've dreamt of you for so long I--" Phoenix gulped, eyes glossy. "I never thought you...that we--"
Miles hushed him with a chaste kiss, feeling moisture beginning to gather in his own eyes. "You've made me the luckiest man in the world, don't forget that."
Phoenix nodded heartily, arms snaking around Miles' neck to pull him close and pull him further into the bed.
Their bodies pressed close, wandering kisses and touches walked the strange line of slow and reverent, to frantic and needy. When their lips found each other, Miles made it a point to be cautious and gentle, guessing Phoenix likely had more cuts there that he simply wasn't telling Miles about. But as their mouths continued to migrate to the soft warmth of necks and jaws, both men found their appetites insatiable as they tugged at clothes just to find more skin to quell their hunger.
Miles smiled softly as he felt Phoenix's fingers fumbling to take his jabot off, and he helped the man remove it easily and guided those fingers down to start unbuttoning his waist coat. He hadn't even realized he was dressed up like this, given he was in his pajamas last time he was conscious, but he supposed dream logic panned out in its own ways.
His waist coat slid off easily, and in the same breath Miles found himself reaching under the soft fabric of the sand-colored hoodie Phoenix was wearing. Without a moment of hesitation, he slid the hoodie off and took the white undershirt along with it. His hands glided along his lightly tanned sides, stopping to rub at protruding hip bones. Of course, Miles wasn't surprised Phoenix was rather skinny, knowing he doesn't quite fill out until later into his twenties. He smiled against the man's soft skin, pressing kisses along his collarbone and down the slope of his chest. As he made his way down Phoenix's stomach, he noticed him shifting a bit awkwardly.
Curiously, Miles spared him a glance to see his mouth covered by the back of his hand and a blush igniting his face.
Before Miles could ask what's wrong, he became acutely aware of the fact that Phoenix was already fully hard in his jeans, the sight of a growing tent in his pants telling Miles all he needed to know.
"S-Sorry." The younger man whimpered.
"Darling, there really is no need to be shy..."
"I'm so embarrassed – I'm sorry."
"What on earth do you have to be sorry about?"
"Huh? I-I don't know I just, people tell me I get hard too fast."
"...And? Is that really worth being self conscious about? It's not like you can help it."
"It's just kind of awkward--"
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your inclination to get, er, excited, does not change into our marriage. You might as well get used to it."
"Augh. What a curse."
"Oh, shove it. Anyone who said that was probably jealous of how big you are anyways. You're perfect. You make me feel desired and loved and the amount of times I've cried from cumming on your gorgeous cock--"
Miles quickly stopped and composed himself. "Look, just forget all of that. If there's one thing you shouldn't be self conscious about, it's your penis. Case closed."
...Perhaps he said too much. Phoenix looked like he was about to implode.
"Did I ruin the mood?" Miles winced. This Phoenix probably never expected to hear such dirty things from Miles.
Phoenix was wide eyed and somehow still turning a deeper shade of red. "N-Not at all."
"Ah, good. Would you be alright if I touched you now?"
Phoenix nodded. "Yeah, if you want t--"
A tantalizing gasp slipped from the man's throat as Miles palmed him through his jeans and thumbed at his zipper. The sheen of desperation in his eyes was practically too much for Miles to bear.
Not wasting another second, he undid Phoenix's pants and reached into his boxers, another whine escaping the man as he pulled him out and tucked the boxers behind his balls.
"God," Miles breathed. He may have seen the man's cock countless times, but somehow still his mouth watered and his pulse raced from the sight. "don't let anyone make you feel any less than perfect. You treat me like a prince and your cock feels amazing inside me."
He smiled pitifully, breathless and strung tight with need. "I-I get told that it hurts, pretty often."
"Well, that's on them. They can find a partner with a smaller dick."
"M-Miles!" Phoenix chuckled, the sound a melody to Miles' ears.
Miles wondered if possibly he was making an idiot of himself with how passionately he was trying to debunk Phoenix's insecurities. He just couldn't help it; he would walk to the ends of the earth just so Phoenix would know how wonderful and treasured he is.
"...Phoenix, I really--" He felt his face heating up behind his glasses, eyes falling away from Phoenix's. "I really can't express how I adore you. I-I can't get enough of you. It drives me insane."
Phoenix felt his heart thunder in his chest, his mouth go dry. "Miles, I...a-ah!"
The feeling of a soft hand enclosing around his practically aching cock was almost like balm to a burning wound. It wrenched a soft moan from his throat and subconsciously he sunk down further into the pillows.
"Let me take care of you, my love. Let me show you...that I treasure and adore you so." Miles whispered for the ears of his beloved and for no one else.
The heavenly sensations compounded on Phoenix as Miles gently began to kiss his stomach, hand working him slowly and pulling small whines from his throat. He did his best to curb his hips from twitching up into the touch, but Miles didn't seem to mind. He often wondered if people performing sexual acts on him ever got any kind of enjoyment, but he couldn't shake off the way Miles seemed to delight in the pleasure he was giving him. The older man seemed to know exactly what he liked, taking his time with slow and firm tugs, teasing his tip with his thumb and murmuring soft praise at each of Phoenix's whines and hums.
As the trail of kisses down his stomach grew dangerously low, Phoenix's legs began to tremble lightly. The sensation of Miles' lips pressing right to the base of his shaft was like a hot iron searing his nerves, and staying still was quickly becoming an overwhelming battle for poor Phoenix. He grasped onto a strong resolve to not embarrass himself in front of the older and more experienced version of his lifelong crush.
Miles puffed out a small chuckle seeing the expression of intense concentration on Phoenix's face. He wanted to unravel the man piece by piece, until he was putty in his hands -- show him he has nothing to be afraid of and that it was okay to let go. The hot breath of Miles' chuckle against his penis had Phoenix practically writhing, nearing his limit as he gripped the sheets to stay composed.
"Oh." Miles purred, thumbing over the tip of Phoenix's erection. "You want it badly, don't you love?"
Phoenix pressed a hand over his mouth, nodding shakily.
A small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Miles inched down to press a light kiss to the flushed tip, humming to himself at the sight of Phoenix already starting to pre. "Won't you let me hear you?"
Phoenix hesitated and let his hand fall away, only to immediately regret it as Miles took his tip into his warm mouth, sucking softly at it.
"M-M... Miles--" He whined.
Miles took his time taking more of Phoenix's length into his mouth. It took him a few years of practice to be able to take in all of Phoenix's generous size, but there's no way this Phoenix would possibly know that. He seemed rather easily overwhelmed, as well. With his hand gently caressing the base, Miles slowly dragged his tongue up his length and sucked him off at a leisurely pace. The hoarse moans he pulled from his love were heavenly and clouded Miles' mind with thick lust. Knowing that Phoenix wanted him so badly...feeling his hips stutter in a tempered effort to push more of himself into Miles' throat. He could tell Phoenix was trying so very hard to be still. Miles decided to indulge him some more and sink further down his shaft, earning a tight whine from the man.
As foggy as his mind was, Phoenix desperately wanted to watch every moment of it. He pried his eyes open and nearly melted at the view he was treated to. His shaft disappeared into Miles' mouth, the sheen of spit catching the dim light while a warm flush glowed on the man's pale skin. Soft gray hair curtained his face and subtlety tickled Phoenix's skin -- just enough to rouse goosebumps on his legs. It wasn't long before Phoenix felt dizziness hit him from the molten pleasure, and his eyes refused to stay open.
Although Miles kept the pace slow, within a few minutes he could hear Phoenix's voice edging towards a more frantic tone, indicating the man was getting close. Once breathy pleas of 'wait...please' filled his ears, Miles pulled off of the writhing and panting man.
Short of breath, Miles looked down at the mess he made below him. His own saliva glistened on the tip of the very flushed, engorged penis of his husband-to-be. His mouth quite literally watered at the peeking bead of precum on his slit, and if Miles was a man lacking in self control, his mouth would very likely be back on him. His gaze traveled upwards to see sweat collecting on Phoenix's brow, his lips pinned together in a thin line, stomach muscles twitching with a stifled desire to move, to seek more contact. He caught his breath to speak.
"Miles...I want you so bad. I-I can't take it--I..."
"P-Phoenix." Miles trembled, struggling to keep composure himself. "Are you sure you want to keep going? Are you okay with having sex?"
"Yes. Yes, please." Phoenix whined. "I want to..."
Miles dove for the man's lips like they were some kind of lifeline, stealing his breath away and groaning into the wet and fervent kiss that ensued. His frantic hands undid the buttons to his own shirt, fumbling along the way until caught by the warm grasp of his love.
"...May I?" Phoenix whispered.
Miles nodded and allowed the man to undress him – he was always better with his hands than the prosecutor was. Nonetheless, when Miles felt gentle hands rubbing at his now exposed sides, a twinge of self consciousness snuck into his brain and he couldn't help but rethink taking his shirt off.
"Sorry, I... um." He chuckled nervously. "Haven't exactly kept up on my figure the past few years. D-Don't be too alarmed."
"Mm?" Miles watched dreamy grayish-brown eyes flick up at him from beneath a curtain of heavy black eyelashes. "What do you mean? You're curvy, it's really sexy..."
Miles pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. "You say that to me quite often, actually. You're so sweet to me..."
"I-I better be telling you everyday, because it's only true. You're the most beautiful person...I've ever seen."
Miles smiled softly at him when suddenly another, more pressing thought crossed his mind.
"I should have asked earlier, but...you do have lube and such things, right?"
Phoenix nodded. "Yeah, erm. In the pullout drawer beneath the bed."
Miles scootched off of Phoenix to search said drawer, and made quick work of undoing and shedding his pants as he did so, before returning with the supplies.
"Another thing I'd like to ask you..." Miles began, getting in a comfortable position straddling the man. "Have you had experience with other men yet?"
Phoenix's eyes fell to the side. "I...I've experimented a little, yeah."
"I see."
"S-Sorry."
Miles floundered a moment at the man's sudden blurt of an apology. "Pardon? Why are you sorry?"
"Is that...cheating?"
The poor man looked genuinely guilty and distraught. Miles simply couldn't stop the adoring smile from breaking across his face. "Heavens no."
"Oh, okay – phew."
"Darling, P-Phoenix, we aren't together yet. How would that be cheating? Go live your life and do what you want to. Just make sure you're being safe."
Phoenix nodded hesitantly, making that awkward face Miles knows well. He had more he wanted to say to Miles.
"...Phoenix?" He prodded gently. "Are you alright?"
Phoenix looked away with shy eyes. "I don't know. I guess it's kind of sad that...we aren't really together. I wish we were."
"You don't." Miles sighed. "Not yet. Trust me...Everything has its time and place."
"What about...after this?" Phoenix asked in a timid whisper.
"...I have the inexplicable feeling neither one of us will remember this."
Phoenix looked downtrodden. "Maybe you're right."
"It's only better that way, believe me."
"Miles...?"
"Yes, honey?"
"I think I'm in love with you..."
"Phoenix..." Miles breathed, reaching up to brush his fingers through black hair. "I love you, too. It's going to be okay. Trust me?"
"I trust you..."
"...What can I do to help you be more comfortable?" Miles asked softly.
"Comfortable? I-I don't know. No one's asked me something like that before."
"Do you maybe have a preference for position?"
"I'm not sure...I think anything is okay."
Miles hummed, fidgeting with the lube bottle. "I'd like to ride you, if that's okay."
"A-Alright. I haven't tried that before."
"Mmm. I'm going to make you feel so good. Okay, love?"
Phoenix nodded hastily. "Okay."
The older man took Phoenix's hands and gently moved them onto the most ample parts of his exposed thighs, encouraging him to roam and explore his body. With a hum, Miles leaned into the warm and flushed crevice of his jaw, where he pressed down slow and languid kisses.
His voice trickled out in a heated whisper against his husband's skin. "Phoenix...Do you maybe want to get me ready?"
The man was in a drunken daze, Miles could tell. His swollen erection pressed against the soft skin of Miles' thighs, the light glistened off his hazy eyes as he caught his breath to speak. "I-I'd like to. Can I...?"
"Of course, precious." Miles hummed, taking the lube and squeezing some onto the younger man's fingers. A bit dripped onto the bed, and with hesitant movements he felt the wet digits of his lover prodding him questioningly. Miles made an effort to encourage him nonverbally, sighing against his tan neck as a thumb circled around him -- subtlety he rocked his hips into the touch.
Miles melted from the tender and gentle way his lover wanted to handle him. Throughout the years, he knew this part of Phoenix would never change -- minus the hesitation and uncertainty. Gaining a little more courage, Phoenix pushed his fingers in and elicited a sigh from Miles. Although the feeling was familiar and lovely, he knew this Phoenix probably had close to no idea what to do with his body. Fingers nudged and prodded around him carefully, and with a gentle tug Miles guided his wrist and pushed the man's fingers further inside himself. Phoenix had thick fingers that stretched him divinely, and he had little trouble finding his sweet spot after a bit of stretching and rubbing.
"Phoenix." Miles panted, lips flushed just below the man's earlobe. "Don't be shy, my darling...You're doing very well."
Phoenix practically keened in response, Miles' attention again brought to the feeling of his erection rubbing against his thigh. Phoenix was rubbing his prostate perfectly, and Miles rewarded him with slow, loose strokes up his weeping cock.
"There you go." Miles cooed, eyes darkening at the sight of his love beginning to squirm under him. "Look at you...You're doing so good. You deserve to be loved and pampered. Mm, you do..."
Phoenix whined, his hand shaking as he pumped his slickened fingers in and out of Miles.
The man was a giver, through and through. He wanted very much to make Miles feel good. It made Miles smile through his flushed, pleasure-induced haze.
"...Hey." He breathed after a minute, palm sliding over Phoenix's cheek. "I think that's plenty. Are you ready?"
The man nodded, his eyes heavy with need.
Miles leaned in for a soft kiss before pulling back to sit on Phoenix's thighs. "Don't be afraid to tell me if you wanna slow down or stop, okay?"
"O-Okay." Phoenix breathed deeply, hands mindlessly grazing over Miles' thighs.
With careful movements, Miles aligned himself with Phoenix, slicked up the man's erection, and slowly began to sink down. He chewed his lip with the familiar and delightful stretch, back arching as he sunk deeper.
A fog rolled over his brain, hyper fixated on the physical sensation until he was brought back to himself at the sound of a tiny whine. Miles opened his eyes, not even realizing they had drifted shut. Below him, Phoenix was shivering terribly, moisture glistening at the corners of his eyes.
"Phoenix, mmh, baby..." Miles huffed, trying very hard to keep his composure as he sank all the way down. At this angle, Phoenix was already nudging his prostate, given his generous size. "A-Are you doing okay?"
"...s'tight." Phoenix choked out.
"I know, I know." Miles chuckled softly. "You're a lot to take, love...Mmm. Do you need me to wait?"
Phoenix swallowed thickly, his hips and stomach muscles obviously twitching as he held back. "M-Maybe for just a minute."
Miles gave a quiet nod. The devilish urge to squeeze around him entered his mind, but Miles staved it off. There were times where he'd cockwarm his husband like this, teasingly clenching around him until he was a begging mess. Miles would feel a little guilty if he did that now, considering this Phoenix seemed as though he was desperately trying to last inside of him. Even then, Phoenix could have gotten off instantly and Miles wouldn't have cared. His intentions held nothing but to make Phoenix feel loved in the most intimate way.
"M...Miles?"
The prosecutor set his daydreaming aside, tending to his husband with a light caress to his cheek. "Darling...?"
“...Do we really get together? What’s our marriage like?”
Miles held the gaze of those big and glossed eyes for several moments. "...I truly meant it when I said you've made me the luckiest man in the world. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Even the times I've felt at my lowest, you've lifted me up, love. There are times when days or even weeks pass when we don't see each other, and I miss you so bad I fear becoming heartsick. I wish I was exaggerating, but it's true. You're always there for me, even when we're apart. And I'll always be there for you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Phoenix..."
Miles only said what he truly felt in his heart -- slightly embarrassed with himself as all the words sunk in. But judging by Phoenix's expression, he might have gone a little too far, again.
He hovered over Phoenix with a hand outstretched to catch trickling tears. "I-I didn't mean to make you cry again. I'm sorry. Phoenix..."
"N-Nghh. I'm okay. I'm fine." Phoenix burbled out between coarse breaths.
"You're not fine..."
"I-I'll be alright." He sniffled, eyes watery like shimmering ponds. "You're not gonna stop, right?"
"Not unless you'd like me to."
"Please...I-I really want to keep going."
Despite the strong emotional turbulence, Phoenix was still rock hard inside of him and showed no signs of flagging. It made Miles smile wryly -- he would have had his hands full with Phoenix at this time in his life. Miles knew himself well enough and knew the way he tended to act in his early twenties; he felt incredibly lucky to come back into Phoenix's life at the age that he did. Nonetheless, their time together in this odd lucid dream felt meaningful and precious. He couldn't help the fond look that came over him as he watched Phoenix rub the tears off his face.
Miles slowly leaned in, lips ghosting over a wet cheek as he whispered whatever calming words came to mind. Phoenix responded in kind, throwing his arms around Miles' neck in a desperate hug. The pair remained tangled like that as Miles eventually shifted and found Phoenix's lips, kissing and sucking them softly.
"Are you ready for me to move?"
Phoenix wrenched his eyes shut and nodded, giving Miles the green light to sit up a little and adjust. "W-Wait, please...Go slow o-or I'll cum." He gasped hoarsely.
"Okay, I'll go slow." Miles responded.
"Thank you, sorry...I – M-mmm."
Phoenix shivered below him when Miles gently undulated his hips, starting a lazy rhythm. His voice fizzled out and died in his throat, heat engulfing his body and mind short circuiting at the thought that the man riding him was quite literally the love of his life. Miles took him slowly like he promised, almost tantalizingly so. Phoenix's breathing struggled to keep up, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he pried them back open to watch. Miles was stunningly beautiful, more so than he could have ever dreamed of – his bangs lightly rustling in front of his face as he rocked back and forth, ethereal gray eyes watching Phoenix unwaveringly.
It was an uphill battle to not lose himself in the sensation, but every part of Phoenix felt white hot and his stomach did backflips while his heart was ready to burst from how much he loved Miles and –
When Phoenix felt a slender hand find his own, his last remaining braincells nearly fizzled out.
Don't say anything stupid. Don't do anything stupid.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, slowly – possibly the first full breath he had taken all night. Before he opened his eyes, the feeling of soft lips enveloping his own washed over him like a warm rain. When he opened his eyes, he saw Miles pulling away from him with a gentle smile on his face.
Don't say anything stupid.
"Y-You're really beautiful." He croaked.
At least Miles chuckled, but Phoenix's voice cracked so awfully he wasn't sure if he'd ever recover. Miles sounded so pretty all the while. His mouth continued to ramble on its own from there, already a lost cause. "I think you have an amazing voice."
"Phoenix," The other man breathed, his languid pace faltering a bit. "you're such a sweetheart. You don't have to shower me with such things."
"I just -- I-I might never get to tell you ever again. If this is just like all my other lucid dreams..."
"Oh, Phoenix." Miles gasped, eyes falling shut. The hopeless love he felt for the man swelled in his heart until it hurt. He pressed Phoenix's hand further into the mattress. This couldn't be a dream – he couldn't possibly feel this strongly in a dream. "You will get to tell me. Mmph, I-I promise... Nnn–"
Phoenix whined pathetically, his other hand flying to Miles' waist, his body on fire with white heat. He breathed the man's name like a plea until Miles hushed him with a searing kiss. Phoenix desperately wanted to push the kiss deeper, ignoring his irritated cuts as he licked at Miles' lips. To his relief, the man indulged him, but only gently. They drank breathless moan's off each other's lips like a water tap, their kisses sloppy and uncoordinated all the while.
Phoenix let go a small wanton cry when Miles pulled away from their kiss and slightly sped up, his molten gaze nearly swallowing Phoenix up.
"Phoenix, you...you're such a special and wonderful person to me. You're very dear to my heart and I love you very, very much."
His words had Phoenix nearly crumbling where he laid. The younger man held on as best he could, but another chip and he'd lose it.
"Miles--" He croaked.
Miles didn't slow, his eyes limpid with the potent love and lust burning in his body as he looked down at his partner. "And it h-hurts me to see you cry like this...I promise everything will be okay."
Phoenix nodded pitifully, biting his lip as another pathetic sound threatened to bubble up from his throat. "M-Miles, I can't – I can't I can't."
"You're doing amazing. You're doing perfect, my love." Miles swiped his thumb across the drool threatening to spill out of the corner of Phoenix's lip.
"Ahhn...! Ah-- Miles ...W-Wait, please."
Miles slowed to a stop, concern clearing his hazy mind as he searched Phoenix's expression. "Phoenix? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'm just – Nnn, I'm so close I don't...I don't wanna cum yet."
Phoenix shivered from the way Miles' velvety walls enveloped him softly, even when his hips were still. He could feel himself pulsing from the brink of release; Miles could breathe on him and he'd blow his entire load. The prosecutor ran delicate hands along Phoenix's sides while a quiet hum left his throat.
"Miles." Phoenix squeaked into the intimate silence, his voice hesitant. "I-I'm sorry I should have already asked...It feels good for you too right?"
"Yes, darling." Miles cooed, planting a chaste kiss to Phoenix's forehead. "It feels divine. You always make me feel so good."
"Oh, that's a relief. A-Always?"
"Mhmm. You have no idea, truly I-I... Oh–!" Miles sighed from the gentle pressure of Phoenix rolling his hips underneath him. "I-I thought you needed a minute??"
Phoenix was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, brows knitted tightly together. "I-I didn't mean to." He squeaked. "I'm sorry."
Miles huffed a warm laugh. "Don't apologize... You're fine."
As Phoenix breathed himself out of the tightly wound up state he was in, Miles whittled away what felt like hours by just quietly worshipping Phoenix's body. Hands roved freckled shoulders as his lips traced lines between each one like constellations on tan skin. He hummed soft praise until Phoenix was practically wanton puddy under his fingers, babbling incoherent pleas between whimpers and sighs. He could feel Phoenix twitching inside of him, and Miles cooed with delight into the soft skin below his earlobe.
"You want it so badly, darling...I know. I know you do."
"Uhhnn...Miles--"
"It's okay. You don't have to speak. You don't have to think anymore honey, because I'm going to take good care of you like you deserve..."
Phoenix whined pitifully, hips twitching up into the tight warmth as if he couldn't restrain himself anymore.
"That's it baby." Miles shuddered, sitting up and letting his back arch as Phoenix hesitantly rocked into him in a hapless rhythm. "Mm. It's okay, you're doing so good. So good. I know you're holding back – I know you wanna do good."
"I-I..." Phoenix hiccuped. "I do. I wanna...do good."
"Mmmph." Miles slipped his tongue into Phoenix's open mouth and kissed him senselessly, fighting the urge to just bounce on the man's big and aching cock. "Can you cum inside me? Please, don't hold back. I-I want you to...H-Honey I want-- oh!"
Miles nearly cried out as Phoenix took him by the hips and pumped himself in and out with unexpected fervor. The sounds of their love making echoed off the walls and Miles couldn't temper the moans rolling off his tongue. Phoenix fucked him so good and the need to shower him with praise boiled in Miles' blood.
He wasn't entirely sure of what he was even saying, and it wasn't his intention to lose his composure but his mouth seemed to have a mind of his own as he became vaguely aware of his own cries of "more" and "harder" among a litany of other things. He couldn't help it. Phoenix had such an effect on him. Stars filled his eyes and he let his head lull back as Phoenix practically bounced him up and down on his cock, the man's broken whines climbing in pitch and Miles was so so close. When spurts of warmth filled him up and spilled out from the inside, it was more than enough to push him over the edge. He felt a bit bad for poor Phoenix, tears gathering on black eyelashes while Miles rode out his orgasm on the man's sensitive cock, cries of "it's too much, it's too much" filling the prosecutor's ears.
Miles' muscles twitched weakly as he finally slowed to a stop and heaved a satisfied sigh. The sound of Phoenix whimpering and babbling something caught his attention and he leaned in to kiss and caress the man's face. Their heated breaths mingled with each other in the weighted silence. Phoenix looked like a complete wreck, his skin shiny with a sheen of sweat, his hair tousled in every direction while his chest heaved up and down. Miles found him incredibly beautiful.
About five minutes passed in heated silence, boneless and still in each other's embrace before Miles felt Phoenix firm up again inside of him. Miles felt like he was a man possessed, his hips shifting and finding a rhythm again as he wrung tired whines from the college student.
"M-M...Miles." Phoenix begged softly. "It's so good, I-I can't, please."
Miles couldn't be sure what even got into him at that point, but he let instinct take over and worked Phoenix towards another orgasm with a sense of urgency. The man was tired and hardly coherent beneath him, voice broken and gasping for breath. Before long, Miles picked up on a subtle change in the pace of his breathing, realizing the man was quietly sobbing. Miles continued to grind down on Phoenix as he leaned in and brushed his lips to tear-soaked cheeks. He could only lay there crying and whimpering quietly, hips too tired to buck up into Miles.
Groaning through a broken sob, Phoenix threw his head back into the pillows, exposing his neck for Miles' open mouth. "U-Uhnn...I'm gonna cum again, I-I'm gonna cum again -- Please, please-"
Miles hummed into his neck at the delightful feeling of Phoenix filling him up a second time, the man's hips twitching in a weak effort to buck upwards.
"Mmm…Nick, Nick..." Miles melted in his husband's arms and savored the jelly-like feeling spreading through his muscles. He mindlessly kissed the damp skin of Phoenix's neck as he panted for air.
After a quiet moment lying in each other's arms, Miles shifted a bit so Phoenix would slip out of him. With a sigh, he leaned in to press a feather light kiss to the man's forehead, and upon searching his face Miles realized the poor thing was practically asleep already.
"Nick..." Miles whispered fondly.
Hazy eyes opened just a sliver to fixate on Miles – on the love of his life who had somehow ventured through his dreams to be with him tonight.
His lips were swollen and his cuts were too irritated to talk. His voice trickled out in a small whisper. "Do you...have to leave?"
Miles answered with a quiet nod before adding, "I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."
The sad look in Phoenix's eyes tugged on Miles' heart strings, but he seemed accepting nonetheless.
"Hey..." Miles added softly. "Phoenix, listen. I want you to promise me something. Promise that you'll take care of yourself. Because, there's someone out there who cares about you. Someone who loves you...so much. Do you understand me?"
Phoenix's gaze sobered a bit as he searched Miles' expression, Miles continuing after a breath.
"And, the me you're eventually going to meet is...rather stubborn and cold but--" His words faltered at that. "It's going to be okay. Trust your heart. Okay?"
"Okay..." Phoenix rasped. The man's eyes drifted shut, and as promised, Miles laid by his side until he fell asleep.
With his attention no longer completely occupied by Phoenix, Miles became aware of how uncomfortably exposed he was and reached for his dress shirt, working through the buttons while Phoenix's gentle snoring filled the silence.
Miles lifted his head at the sound of a door creaking open. With careful and deliberate movements he slipped away from Phoenix, taking one more look at his blissful visage. He felt his heart tighten. How could such a sweet and honest man – someone he loved so dearly – be so wronged, be so tormented?
Yes, from Miles’ perspective this incident happened years and years ago. But the man in front of him had fresh wounds, had yet to pick up the pieces of his own heart, had yet to see the value and potential in himself...
He glanced towards the open front door. Beyond the threshold, was a room washed in the gentle pink light of dawn. It was his room. His and Phoenix's room.
A sigh escaped through the onset of a sad smile. "Everything will be alright, my love."
With one last kiss to the young man's forehead, he made his departure through the waiting door, pulling it softly shut behind him.
His mind felt heavy with what he just experienced. Still, he took comfort in the knowledge that it all was just a dream. Slowly, he turned his gaze to his marriage bed, and curiously took in the sight of his own sleeping body, wrapped comfortably in Phoenix's arms. He caught sight of stirring under the covers, and in the same moment he noticed Phoenix's eyes had creaked open.
"Nick..." Miles whispered to himself, though Phoenix seemed to not hear or see him.
Phoenix yawned and scratched at the prickling of stubble emerging from his jaw. He stretched his feet out under the blanket, blinking into awareness before soft eyes fixated on Miles' sleeping self.
It wasn't supposed to really be something new to Miles. It wasn't as if he'd never seen Phoenix look at him like that before. But why did his throat suddenly feel so tight? Why did it feel like the first time getting butterflies all over again? Why did he feel the heat of tears seeping out? Was he just emotional from his dream?
A tanned hand slipped out from the covers and cascaded down a curtain of gray bangs, carefully thumbing the hair behind his ear. Miles was powerless to stop the tears at that point, but he couldn't care, nor could he begin to explain why he suddenly felt this way. It must just be a dream. Miles thought he heard a whisper of something, but the words were fuzzy. He vaguely felt the warmth of fingers slowly caressing his face. It made him crinkle his nose – eyes impossibly heavy as he pried them open.
"Nnnn..."
"Miles~" His name filled his ears, carried on the tone of sweet and groggy tenor. "It's five in the morning. Aren't you going to get up?"
"No." Miles grumbled, pawing the man's hand away before curling further into the warmth of his chest. "S'too early."
"You're getting on a plane this morning, hun."
"I'm sick."
"Sick?" Phoenix hummed, pressing his palm to his husband's forehead. "You seem okay."
"Nnn."
His cranky groan brought a smile to Phoenix's face. "Do you just not want to get up?"
"...Don't talk anymore."
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Five...more minutes."
"As much as I would love you to stay in bed, I don't want you to panic and have to rush out the door." His husband murmured softly, lips grazing his temple. "I'll get up with you, love."
"...Liar."
"I mean it this time! I will!" Phoenix made a motion to rise from the covers, but Miles held him in place.
"This is just self sabotage." Phoenix sighed, lying back down. "By the way, you'll never believe this crazy dream I had last night."
"Hmmph." Miles grumbled. "Is that so?"
"Yeah. It was weird. You showed up at my college dorm. And we had like, really hot and passionate dream sex."
"Hot dream sex, huh?"
"Yeah..." Phoenix sighed wistfully.
"I suppose that explains what's poking my leg."
"Yeah..." Phoenix yawned, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. "I was super sad, but you took good care of me."
"I suppose that's what I do."
"Mmm." Phoenix chuckled. "I owe dream-you a big thanks."
Miles rubbed his fuzzy and aching eyes. "I'm sure he was happy to oblige."
"Mmm. Thank you." Phoenix paused a moment before quietly adding. "You're really pretty Miles. And you have an amazing voice. And I love you a lot."
"...Why are you telling me all this."
"Mm. Just wanted to. I felt kind of sappy, I guess. And I'm gonna miss you while you're on your trip."
Miles let go a quiet sigh and allowed himself a moment to melt into Phoenix's arms. "I'll call you, okay?"
"Please do." Phoenix drawled through a yawn. "Did you sleep okay, by the way?"
"Surprisingly, I think I did."