A/N: While some of the content is the same from Falling and Thunderstruck: The Missing Triles Moments, I encourage you to read on because it has been edited to fit with canon. Version two includes new scenes and material that's a bit sexier than the original content posted back in September. Enjoy!

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"A connection?" Miles scoffed bitterly. "Man, get real, Tris. If I've learnt anything this year it's that no one would ever truly love you."

Tristan shot him a hurt look and hurried out of the room.

"Cold, man!" scolded Winston.

Miles was stunned. Tristan couldn't have had sex with the English teacher. Who in their right mind would do that to a fifteen year old? He started to feel rage bubble up inside and a sudden wave of protectiveness washed over him. No, this couldn't be true. Tristan wouldn't have been that naïve.

He bolted out of the living room and started running through the house calling out Tristan's name, feeling more and more frantic when he was no where to be found. Miles cursed himself for not making Winston report Yates instead of brushing off the situation by teasing him. It infuriated him that he didn't notice that Tristan wasn't free to hang out anymore because he had just been wasting his time trying to salvage his doomed relationship with Maya.

He forced himself to focus. Tristan couldn't have gotten far. Miles closed his eyes and the image of finding the blond under the rainy Paris sky after he disappeared the last time flashed in his mind. Casting a look at the back door, his stomach lurched when he saw that it was slightly opened.

Miles swore that if anything were to happen because of what he said, he would never forgive himself.

Running out into the violent storm and seeing Tristan standing dangerously close to the pool, he couldn't remember the last time he wanted to be with someone so badly. The fact that he was still in one piece on the outside gave Miles somewhat of a sense of relief, but there was no masking the pain written all over his face. His heart went out to the other boy and when he realized that he would do anything to get his smile back, a revelation hit him like a brick.

He was falling for Tristan.

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"You know, if this were a rom-com, this is where we'd kiss."

Tristan was just joking, but the bubble of laughter that was ready to trickle out fizzled when he saw the intensity... and maybe even curiosity, in Miles' eyes. He took a chance and lifted his head while parting his lips, paying no attention to the rain relentlessly pounding on his back. This was obviously more important. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Miles was inching forward too, mouth slightly opened.

With a violent crack of thunder and sudden flash of lightning, the house went pitch black, breaking the spell. Tristan was too stunned to move and jolted when Miles reached out to clasp onto his hand and pull him up.

"All right, come on, let's get inside! Someone's gotta keep Frankie and Winston in check!"

The two boys raced back to the pitch-black house, shivering from the cold. Tristan turned to make his way towards the living room.

"Tris, where do you think you're going?"

"My basketball sweats are in my bag. I'll change into those."

"Not after this morning's practice. Come with me."

Tristan followed Miles to his room and straight into his walk-in closet where he found himself in a sea of button ups. Though it wasn't bright enough to make a proper assessment, he was ready to bet that about three quarters of the shirts were blue.

"Ah! Here we go!" said Miles as he turned towards Tristan with two matching hoodies and a couple of undershirts.

Tristan arched an eyebrow. "You are aware that you're not the one with a twin, right?"

"Okay, if you wanna wear your ripe gym clothes, be my guest..."

"I take it back!" Tristan apologized as he grabbed the red version and Miles tossed him the matching pants before rummaging around to find some jeans for himself. "But just for the record, when I suggested that we have a bro date, I did not have any intentions of getting inside your pants."

Tristan was surprised when Miles' response consisted of the boy laughing under his breath and cuffing him gently on the shoulder before looking down with a shy smile. He turned away and ran his hand through his hair as if he was trying to hide a blush, but it was impossible to tell in the dark.

"Okay, let's get out of these wet clothes," Miles said while peeling off his socks. "I won't peak if you don't."

Tristan turned away with a grin. Miles was being rather playful tonight.

As they were hanging their clothes to dry, Tristan noticed the moonlight reflecting on a small, metallic object on Miles' desk and picked it up.

"What's this?"

Miles looked over. "My lighter."

Tristan flicked open the lid and after a few strikes he managed to coax out a flame before it sputtered out. He wondered if this was a metaphor about his love life and without realizing it he let out a sorrowful sigh that did not go unnoticed by the other occupant in the room. His attention was diverted when he felt a warm hand resting tenderly on his shoulder.

"What can I do, Tristan? I wanna make this right."

He shot Miles a puzzled look, before breaking into a sly smile.

"Oh, so you're referring to how you were a big jerk and really rude to me?"

"Well, that's not really what happened, but yeah. You were vulnerable up there during charades and I hurt you. I was selfish. I was only thinking about myself and you misinterpreted it. Come on, let me cheer you up. We can do whatever you want."

Tristan held back from letting out another sigh. Oh, the list of things that he wanted to do to this boy was endless. From cuddling in his arms while they looked up at the stars to pinning him against the wall with a passionate kiss, his fantasies were endless. Miles was looking at him so deeply, he couldn't blame his mind for trying to find any kind of indication that there could be a deeper meaning behind his words. But this had to stop. Now he wasn't even so sure that Miles was inching his way towards him for a kiss when they were out in the rain anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was blow every slight gesture out of proportion. He had already played that game in Paris and got burned as the result when he watched Miles let himself be swayed by Zoë's charms.

"How about play hide and seek? Your mansion sure is big enough for it to be challenging."

"Consider it done, Tris. I promise that we'll have fun"

It seemed that Miles wanted to say something else but he looked down and shook his head as if he changed his mind at the last second. Instead his hand left its spot on Tristan's arm and softly traveled down the length until it arrived at the hand that was still holding the lighter. He turned the blond's palm face up and gently covered the object with his other hand and used his thumb to collect it. Keeping his eyes fixed on Tristan's hand sandwiched in between his own palms, he held on for a bit longer than necessary before slowly sliding his fingers away. Tristan barely managed to suppress a gasp as a chill coursed through his entire body.

He may have gotten out of the storm, but he felt like he was just struck by lightning.

"Come on," Miles said quietly with a soft smile as he waved the lighter. "I thought of how we could make the game even more interesting. I'll tell you about it on the way down."

Tristan nodded and gulped while Miles turned away. Damn it, his huge crush that he'd been bottling up just came crashing out like a tidal wave. But he couldn't be imagining things this time. They did have a moment... didn't they?

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"Come any closer, and I'll kiss you."

It wouldn't be first time. But Miles didn't know how to process their first kiss in Paris and instead of exploring that particular path he decided that the best damage control was to make out with Zoë. God, that was stupid. But after learning that their skumbag of an English teacher took advantage of Tristan, it made him feel protective over the naïve boy, and oddly enough, even jealous of the relationship. Miles knew that he had to choose one of two ways to reply to Tristan's half-threat.

"Go ahead."

When Miles gave Tristan his consent to kiss him, he had no idea that it would turn out into a genuine make out session. Because one kiss was simply not enough. He craved for more. With his hands planted firmly on Tristan's waist, and encouraged by the warmth of the boy's palms radiating through his clothes, he pushed him towards the wall feeling an energy and passion that had been laying dormant all this time. Kissing Zoë was fun. Kissing Maya was tender. But he met his match with Tristan and he was hungry for more.

When Tristan found himself at the receiving end of Miles' passionate embrace, a tiny, minuscule part of his brain was telling him that this was a bad idea, but the longing for Miles that he felt since eyeing his abs in Paris squashed all reason. His deliberate flirting through out the evening got a positive response, but never in his wildest fantasies did he expect to be here with this boy, kissing each other in the dark as if their lives depended on it. He was going to take this experience as it was and let the brunet call the shots with the aftermath.

The rush was short-lived for the pair when a clatter spoiled the moment. Miles was deeply annoyed when he turned and saw that Winston had walked in and interrupted them. But he made sure to offer a playful grin to Tristan before the blond excused himself from the conversation that was to come. Miles watched him go and realized to himself that he was nowhere near being finished with his boy.

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"Don't go, okay?"

Tristan let out a small gasp as a wave of electricity jolted up his arm when Miles reached out to stop him from leaving. He looked down and found it hard not to enjoy the sensation. The realization that this was the very first time that he was holding hands with a guy hit him. It was a new way of being connected. Grant went straight for the goods without giving a proper courtship any second thought.

But with Miles holding his hand at the heels of him admitting that he hurts the people he cares about, the logic that their kiss was going to be a one time thing was winning.

"Miles, I'm honestly gamed out right now."

With a heavy heart Tristan realized that there was probably nothing more that Miles could say that could make him stay at this point.

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A/N: But we all know better, don't we? I didn't see the point of regurgitating the rest of dialogue. But this story does continue in So What Now?, which is a Triles spring break fic that's right here under my FF account.

I had a wonderful time writing these missing moments that started since September 2014 and I thoroughly enjoyed the extraordinary feedback and analysis of the scenes from readers who had a blast reliving the Triles friendship. Looking forward to the outstanding reviews to come!