Oh, Miles. If only you had met Caboose or Sarge instead…

“You should feel special,” he whispered. “I don’t let just anyone ride me, not without at least a date first.”

Tucker could feel his heart in his throat, slamming as he let his hand go against the door and cracking it open a sliver. No one. He saw no one, and fuck were they lucky for that, the one good thing that happened so far. Teeth bit the inside of his cheek, and with a deep breath, he slid out of the room and started hustling them along.

Fuck, he hoped that the bouncing from movements didn’t make Miles more nauseous.