Keys clack under the press of muddy-gray gloves as he works, the only sound in the high walled room. Miles' tails flick lazily behind him as he thinks, the thick and curling fur swishing along with the ideas that rush through his mind. Only stilling when a blue light flicks on to his left, just within the edge of his peripheral vision. The only warning that he gets before the door behind him slides open with a quiet rush of air, the dark room suddenly flooded with bright light from the highway.
"Buddy we've talked about this," The voice that calls to him is full of exasperation, but a fondness blunts the edge of it. "You're gonna ruin your eyes."
Miles waves the warning off with a brush of his hand, still focused on the saturated lines of code on his screen. But the dark background of the glass lets him catch the way his companion sighs, shrugging his shoulders before closing the distance between them. Sonic leans one arm across the back of Miles' chair, resting his chin against it as he briefly glances over the lines of green that offer some of the only light inside the dark room. "What is all this, anyway?"
"The program that manages Robotnik's base."
There's a moment of pause, and Miles doesn't miss the way Sonic's attention shifts from the screen before them and onto the fox himself. "And uh, what are you doing to it?"
Behind them both, twin tails flick smoothly.
"Instructing the base to activate self-destruct protocol the next time Eggman brushes his teeth for longer than thirty seconds."
Sonic draws back from his casual position against the chair, moving instead to lean beside the younger boy and look at him fully. Catches the little twist of his mouth that makes the hedgehog sigh. "What did you actually do, Tailsy?"
At this Miles' smirk stretches into a proper, dastardly grin, obviously pleased with himself. "I changed one piece of every single command string throughout the system, he won't be able to run anything without it throwing back a not found error." Elbows resting on the arms of his chair, Miles steeples his fingers. Looking for all the world like a villain who's evil plan is unfolding perfectly.
It's diminished just a little by the gentle way his tails swish and sway with amusement, Sonic unable to stop himself from reaching out to stroke the soft fur along one of them. "Sounds like you've had a pretty productive day of egg-jacent mayhem," He says, only a touch off-handedly. It's hard not to get lost in the softness of Miles' tails, the hedgehog's fingers easily sinking into the plush, curling fluff.
"I would say so," Miles agrees with a nod, watching his partner grow more and more entranced by his tails from the corner of his eye, toys with deliberate strokes of them against his hands. "Undoing all the damage should keep him too busy to bother us, at least for a while."
Small, pointed blue ears perk up at his words, Sonic finally raising his attention from the tail currently held in his hands to the boy it belongs to. "Perfect!" He all but hops, dropping the tail in favor of taking hold of Miles' chair and suddenly wheeling it around. "That means it's time for my favorite yellow menace to take a well earned nap!" He sounds so cheery as he says it, pushing the fox away from the comfortable glow of his computer screens and towards the blinding light of the open door way.
"What— Sonic— stop!" Miles argues, unfolding crossed legs in order to dig his heels against the floor and slow them down. "I don't want a nap!"
"Well that's tough, buddy," Sonic says with mock sympathy, easily pressing forward despite the fox's attempt to foil his efforts. "Because you sure need one, and fast."
"I don't , you're just being fussy." Annoyance bites in to his words, and Sonic knows the teen well enough to perfectly picture the petulant glare fixed on his face. Is prepared for the force of it when he pauses, spinning the chair around so that he can lean over the younger boy.
Sure enough, he's leveled with the shiver inducing force of an icy blue stare, Miles' arms crossed over the thick fluff of his chest, body pressed tight to the back of his chair.
The look doesn't faze the hedgehog at all, casually raising a hand to compare the tan tip of a bare finger against the thick band under Miles' eye. "Your rings are almost an inch thick," Turning his face away, Miles sweeps a hand to brush Sonic's own away from him. "You need a break."
"That's just how I look," The fox grumbles roughly, body language screaming agitation in the sharp flicks of his tail, the twitch of fluff cuffed ears.
"Well as the foremost expert in the field of Miles Prower," Sonic says with his usual confidence, easily slipping from standing over the fox in question, to straddling his lap. Holds back the grin he feels when Miles' ears flatten just a little. "I can say with total certainty: that's bullshit." Miles refuses to meet his gaze, face twisted away and eyes stubbornly fixed on the ground. So Sonic takes matters into his own paws, taking hold of the fox's chin and forcing his attention back to the waiting lapful of super speedy hedgehog. "You're exhausted babe, so stop being stubborn and come take a nap with me."
When narrow eyes only stare— unconvinced —at him, Sonic sighs lightly and tilts his head forward until it comes to gently rest against Miles' own forehead. "Pl- ea -se?" He asks in a pitiful and sing-song tone. Trying his hardest to be as cute as possible.
It's an absolute success, Miles visibly melting under his touch. Though the petulant fox makes a show of rolling his eyes, before nudging his snout against Sonic's own. "Okay, fine, but only for a little while." He finally relents. "I have a lot to do."
"Yes!" Sonic cheers, grinning wildly before dipping in to press the smile against the little twist of Miles' frown. It catches the teen by surprise, twin tails snapping rigid behind his back, before he quickly goes lax beneath Sonic. Gray gloved hands snake around a slim blue waist, holding Sonic close as Miles arches up to press against him, pushing up and into the kiss.
The long lines of his tails slink around the duo, twisting to encircle the hedgehog. The brush of his fur only serves to make the older boy laugh, the sound muffled against the eager push of Miles's mouth, Sonic's whole body shuddering with the force of it. "Hey—" He tries to interrupt, pulling back from the kiss, "Miles—" but the fox in question is insistent, muffling Sonic's attempts at protest with more determined kisses. "—stop, aha!" He finally manages to pull away enough to slip a hand over Miles' mouth, pushing him back against the chair as Sonic tries to catch his breath between his laughs. "You're not getting out of that nap!"
He can feel Miles say something against the press of his gloves, but the movements never quite translate into words. However they do quickly shift to the press of teeth pinching into his hand through the thin material of his finger-less gloves, Sonic pulling back with a shout that's more surprise than pain. Gives Miles a sharp, displeased glare as he dramatically cradles his hand against his chest.
The smile he's shot in return is thoroughly unrepentant, Miles' pointed teeth slick and shiny in the smug frame of his mouth. The look would be filling Sonic with an entirely different feeling, if he weren't so ticked off at the moment.
"Biting isn't fair," He says, pouting in a way that's playfully miserable. That crooked grin has the audacity to stretch further.
"Aw, but I thought you liked my mouth?"
The quip has Sonic's ears perking with shock, heat quickly flooding into his cheeks. "Biting still isn't fair." He says, with approximately none of his usual cool and all the flustered embarrassment of a kid being teased.
"You're so high maintenance," Miles coos at him, leaning in close to Sonic's face. Looking like a cat staring down a bowl of cream, ready to pounce. Has the audacity to rub his cheek against Sonic's own, laughing lowly in a way that has his breath ghosting over the hedgehog's fur, making him shiver. "And flushed."
"Shut up!" Sonic says with his own laugh, pressing hands against Miles' shoulders and shoving distance between himself and the touchy fox. "I know you're just trying to distract me, you're not that smart."
"So now you're being mean?" He gives the hedgehog a put on pout, mock hurt all over his face before it's blown away with a sigh. "Fine, fine, you win."
Sonic almost gives a little whoop of victory, but it's cut short when Miles' touch sinks to fit under his bum— just before he abruptly launches to his feet, hedgehog and all. It has the older boy hoisted into the air, all but thrown over Miles' shoulder, and making Sonic scramble to wrap his arms around the fox in order not to be dropped right on his back and quills. Not that Miles would ever let him fall. It still always surprises him how easily Miles can carry him now, even with his more compact, slender build.
A fact he seems to find delightful, given Miles only ever does it when he's sure it'll take Sonic by surprise.
Maybe he just likes feeling the hedgehog cling to him.
"Let's take that nap," He says so casually, practically as if it had been his very idea, turning on his heel and carrying Sonic towards the open door. "Before you start looking as red as Knuckles."