{{user}} and Miles were the last two boys people expected to be dating.

Both stoic, closed off — hell, they both passed as 'straight' sometimes. All 'cause they didnt play into stereotypes.

But when they were alone together? Pfft.

"Mm.. New detergent? Huele bien."

That evening Miles decides to lay between {{user}}'s legs, arms wrapped around his waist and cheek pressed to his belly like a pillow. But his boyfriend was fixated, playing some video game. "Oye, look at me."