It was too dark out. If Bass had any remaining shred of concern for his well-being he would be asleep. Instead, he had stayed up until it was so late that he couldn't see two steps ahead of him. His head was a little cloudy and he was starting to think all those drinks he'd had earlier had not been the greatest idea. Luckily, he seemed to be handling his alcohol well enough that he had yet to draw any unwanted attention to himself by stumbling over anything in the dark.
At least Miles had the decency to set himself up in the same spot most nights. Maybe he made Bass sneak around and wait until the wee hours of the night when anyone in their right mind was fast asleep, but Bass was more than willing to take what he could get.
As he got close to Miles' usual spot, Bass slowed down and stepped more carefully until he found a shadowy lump that just barely stood out against the darkness.
He bent down to hover over the other man, then softly pressed his lips against the first flesh he could find. It was smoother than he was expecting, without the usual scratch of stubble. He absentmindedly wondered where his lips had landed as he whispered, "Are you awake?"
Another kiss confirmed that he was hitting unusually soft skin, not the roughness he had grown used to. If he hadn't been drinking so much as he'd waited for it to get late enough, then he probably would have recognized that as a warning sign. Instead, it wasn't until the body below him shifted and he felt a distinctly female chest pressed against his that he realized his mistake.
Shit.
Miles was definitely going to murder him for this. And that was assuming he somehow made it out of this situation alive. He was surprised that his balls were still intact and he hadn't been stabbed yet, so he figured it must not be Rachel. That didn't mean Charlie was any less dangerous though and he'd probably just outed his and Miles' whatever it was on top of that. That, or he was just coming off as some creepy fucking rapist crawling all over her while she was trying to sleep. Either way he was very, very dead and this was going to end very, very painfully for him.
Or not.
What was happening? He had thought she was moving to strike him, but instead she had caught him entirely off-guard when her hands moved to his face and suddenly she was stretching up to meet his mouth with hers.
Miles was going to murder him for this. Shit, shit, shit.
But he couldn't just pull away. Not now. Miles would not want him admitting that it was her uncle's makeshift bed he had been aiming for instead of hers. That much he knew. And with that in mind, he convinced himself that Miles would want him to play along with whatever the hell it was that had Charlie responding to his accidental advance with a shocking level of full consent.
It became even harder to think rationally as he felt a leg wrapping over his, pulling him on top of her. Bass pressed down against her, tangling his left hand in her hair as he told himself that this was what Miles would want. Miles would be much more upset about his mishap outing them than he'd be about Bass cheating. Right? Even if it was with Miles' niece.