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It's only at Alex's door that he realizes he's still in his pajamas. He just threw on a light trench coat, got into his trampled sneakers and jumped out of the house
Halfway into the taxi, Miles realizes that he hasn't even specified if Alex is in London. Only 10 minutes have passed since that message invitation, and he just now thought about it.
"Are you home?"
After another second, he adds the following message.
"In London?"
But Miles doesn't get any answers to his messages until the end of the trip. That's why he goes out in front of Alex's house, acting on autopilot. He realizes that his fingers are trembling and his heart is out of rhythm a couple of times when he notices a dim light in one of the curtained windows.
A hurricane of thoughts sweeps through his head. What is he even doing? Did he understand Alex's words that way? Or did he take everything literally? Maybe it's just Alex's new lyrics?
Okay. He's already here.
Miles exhales. And already puts his hand up to knock on the door, as he reaches into his pocket for the phone. Alex answers after four long rings, during which time Miles almost decides twice to turn around and drive back.
"Hel-lo?" Alex stumbles on the first word. His voice is nervous and hoarse.
"I'm at your door, will you open it for me?"
Miles hears breathing as fast as his own, the rustle of clothes and rapid footsteps. Alex did not put down the phone, by rustling — just put the phone to his shoulder. Miles's heartbeat accelerates in the few seconds until the owner of the house comes to the door. Miles hears his footsteps standing outside. But contrary to Miles' expectations, the door does not open, and Alex's voice is heard again from the speaker of the phone.
"You're not here to punch me in the face, are you?" at the end of the sentence, Alex's breathing stops, as if from fear. The very suggestion of Alex makes Miles's heart sink. Has he ever been able to show by even a hint that he would experience or wish Alex anything other than love, tenderness and happiness?
"Never, Al."
This completes the call, the lock clicks and the door opens. Miles stumbles in his own legs when he invades Alex's home and immediately grabs him in a tight embrace. He presses the brunette closer, with the fingers of one hand intertwining in soft curls, and with the other hugging his thin waist.
Alex slams the door behind Miles and presses himself harder into his friend. They stand there for a while, until they gently pull away, but do not let go of each other's hands, unconsciously intertwining their fingers.
"Oh, I've soiled your raincoat, I'm sorry, please," with these words Alex fussily reaches for his collar, as Miles intercepts his hands.
"Baby, it's okay, don't worry," Miles gently brings his hands to his face to press them to his cheek. "Why did you think I might... hit you?" he could hardly get the words out.
Alex looks amazing. Embarrassment envelops him completely. He shakes his head slightly so that his long curls cover his scarlet cheeks. And long eyelashes cover the sly look of dark brown eyes. Miles can't take his eyes off him.
"I sent you a photo and it.." Alex doesn't look up at Miles.
"Just perfect."
"I really want to kiss you."
Alex pulls off Miles's trench coat and throws it somewhere on the bedside table in the hallway. He looks strangely at Miles's pajamas, looking at his stretched Yellow Submarine T-shirt and light gray pajama pants. And then she grabs his hand and drags him away.
Alex's apartment looks very neat as usual. The lights are on only in the bedroom and bathroom. The living room is immersed in a calm twilight. Miles notices only the outlines of objects, but it's enough to notice a guitar on the couch and a thick notebook on the coffee table. Alex leads him into the bedroom, adding along the way, "don't even look at the sofa, we can talk later."
He sits Miles down on the edge of the bed, and he runs to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Miles holds out for only a minute, after which his curiosity literally pushes him to peek.
Alex is standing in front of the mirror, his white terry-cloth robe makes his slim figure even smaller. His hair is in a soft fluffy mess, and it attracts Miles's hand to get tangled in them again. Which Miles can't resist.
Gently approaching from behind and gently runs his palm through brown hair. Alex looks around and this languid look of dark chocolate eyes pierces Miles through and through.
"Wait, Mi," Alex whispers and turns back to the mirror. "I wanted to add more colour."
"You're already pretty," Miles hugs him from behind.
"But you want to kiss me like this — with make up."
"I want to kiss you," Miles carefully unwraps Alex in his arms. "Any of you. I've always wanted to."
Alex freezes in his arms like a frightened fawn in the headlights and Miles realizes what he just said. And takes a step back, lowering his hands from Alex's waist. Who is still dumbfounded. Miles takes another step back. He doesn't know how to behave after his confession. A hurricane of thoughts and excuses rushes through his head, but he cannot and does not want to take back his words.
But then Alex bumps into him, grabs his face in his hands and kisses him. Without calculating the force and trajectory, he first hits just above the upper lip. Bumping noses, but gently touching that little dimple above the lip. And then she starts covering Miles's cheeks and nose with little kisses until their lips meet. Alex's lips are soft and tender. The kiss is hot and fast, Miles feels a slight taste of lipstick and for the first time he likes it. He puts his arm around Alec's waist and pulls him closer. Miles slides his tongue over his lower lip, collecting the remnants of sticky lipstick.
Alex moans into the kiss and begins to push Miles a little towards the exit from the bathroom. He obeys and begins to slowly walk with his back to the bedroom. The kiss gets hotter and hotter, Miles bites Alex's lower lip slightly, asking to be let inside. With a low moan, Alex opens his lips and moves towards the whole body. He's all hot and hard. And Miles's fingertips tremble a little with the desire to touch.
And Miles did not expect such a force with which the fragile Alex threw him back on the bed. He falls backwards onto the bed, pulling off his T-shirt as Alex climbs on top, straddling his hips. Miles wants to sit down, but he is pushed back, pressing on his shoulders. Miles runs over Alex's smooth thighs in utter delight, they both moan from the contact.
It feels like moments and centuries at the same time when Miles breaks away from Alex's lips and moves his hands from the delicate skin of his thighs to the waistband of his robe. Alex freezes for a second. And then, covering Miles's hands with his own, he whispers:
"If you don't like it or you want to leave," Alex warily looks up at the guy under him. "Just tell me, okay?"
Miles nods impatiently. He has no idea what would make him leave Alex. Never.
Slowly untying the belt of his robe, Miles bites his lower lip in impatience. An unrestrained "Ah!" bursts out of Miles as he opens the flaps of his terry-cloth robe.
Alex is wearing black silk French knickers and a top with thin straps. Miles's fingers still tremble as he reaches out to touch this perfection.
"Al, m—baby," Miles can't control his voice.
"It was a stupid bet today, I lost and the guys didn't come up with anything better than dressing me up as a girl for tonight at the bar," Alex shakes his hair again, covering his scarlet cheeks. "I should have already gone out in a dress to them an hour ago."
"Can I join you?" Miles gently places his palms on Alex's thighs, hidden by the thin fabric.
"I don't think we're going anywhere," Alex shrugs the terry—cloth robe off his shoulders. "I don't want to get out of bed when you're here."
Miles finally sits down, grabbing the fragile figure in his arms. Alex crosses her legs behind Miles, snuggling impossibly close. His hot, fragile body to the same heated Miles, soft curls to Miles' cheek, his palms on Miles' back and the back of his head, and his lips on Miles' lips.
Turning Alex on his back, he strokes his figure first with a glance, and then greedily pouncing with kisses and caresses. He takes off this top of pajamas, underwear or fantasy (Miles himself can't decide) and moans again from such a picture right in front of him. Alex only looks very fragile under his clothes, but his naked body is perfect. Soft pale skin, bright moles that form constellations, muscles that do not bulge, but perfectly form the curves of the body. Miles doesn't believe his luck. He's with Alex now, /like this/ Alex and he just dissolves into happiness and love.
He leaves kisses and sometimes bites the skin, leaving purple marks. For a second, the thought occurs to him that Alex might not like it, but he just moans softly and presses Miles even closer.
As the kisses descend even lower, Miles notices Alex's arousal hidden by the black silk. And he has to swallow to keep from drooling literally at Alex.
"You're very handsome," Miles whispers, and Alex arches his back to meet him. "Very, very."
Miles slides his hands over the delicate skin, whispering compliments and endearments. From his touch to Alex's particularly sensitive places, goosebumps appear on his skin, which Miles gently kisses. Alex's abdominal muscles tremble with caresses, and he himself gently moans, and Miles can't help himself, as he leans closer and also moans.
They kiss again, deep and hot, intertwining their tongues and sharing their breath for two. When Miles touches Alex's cock for the first time through a silk fabric, he tries to cope with his feelings. He likes the hot and hard flesh under his fingers; he likes how Alex arches his lower back and whispers his name; he likes how wet his cock is under the silk; he likes that he feels that he can make Alex cum.
"Do you like it, Alex?" Miles whispers in my ear, sliding his tongue over my earlobe. "Do you like how I caress you through this silk? Or do you want direct contact?"
Alex moans again, pulling his lover closer with his legs crossed on his lower back. Miles does not stop his caresses, feeling the pre-cum flowing out. Alex closes his eyes and doesn't stop licking his lips. Miles leans towards them and also runs his tongue, which Alex pulls into his mouth, immediately kissing deeply.
"I really like it, Mi," Alex's whisper is interrupted by heavy breathing.
"Then you can cum on these beautiful black panties like this?" Miles also caresses Alex over the fabric, gently squeezing the head and sliding down the length.
"Y-yes, yes, yes, a little more, please, Mi," Alex moans, pleading and whimpering. He looks like a work of art with a blush on his cheeks and chest.
Miles squeezes the base of his cock with one hand, sliding the other over Alex's chest, caressing the nipples with his fingers. Lowering the hand from the base even lower, caressing and squeezing gently and hotly.
Once again running his palm over the length, he squeezed the head, forcing Alex to tremble all over, roll his eyes and immediately close his eyes, his lips open slightly and he quietly stands Miles's name.
And Miles himself can't help himself, except to rub against his palms again, which Alex did not take away from his groin. And watching how his beloved experiences his wild orgasm, splashing silk underwear with sperm, Miles snuggles closer, also experiencing the peak of his pleasure.
Falling down next to him, he turns over on his back. Trying to catch his breath, he feels Alex find his hand with his own and interlace his fingers.
"Al, are we.." Miles begins, as he is interrupted by an uneven and loud knock on the door.
Alex fussily pulls on a robe, which was thrown to the floor, and like a hedgehog stomps down the corridor to the door.
Miles is trying to come up with something with his completely criminally soiled pajama trousers, but without quickly coming up with anything worthwhile and hearing loud voices from the corridor, he hurried to the door, only wrapping himself in a blanket pulled off the bed.
Approaching the hallway, he hears the familiar voices of Monkeys.
"We've already called Miles, but we couldn't get through, I'm sure he wouldn't miss it either," Matt loudly declares to the whole corridor. He and Cookie and Nick cover the entire doorway. "Come on, an argument is an argument."
Miles is just approaching them when Nick notices him and pushes Matt in the side with the phrase:
"Looks like Miles definitely won't miss it," Nick giggles drunkenly into his fist.
"Hi guys, what won't I miss?" Miles puts his arm around Alex's shoulders.
The guys look around at them standing together and Matt is already turning around to open the door and gather a drunken company to leave.
"Well, judging by the prints on your cheeks and Alex's appearance, our plan has already worked," Matt takes Nick's elbow, trying to leave the apartment.
But Jamie stops the whole company, stupidly looking around at everyone.
"And why are we leaving, Miles has a new girlfriend, and he doesn't introduce us," Cookie takes out a bottle of beer from somewhere and finishes it in one gulp.
"We already know Alex, and it's time for you to stop drinking at least for today to turn on your brain a little bit."
When a noisy company falls out the door, slamming it and leaving two guys in silence. Miles turns to Alex, who starts giggling.
"Mi, we have too flighty friends, haven't we?" Alex turns to him and his eyes open even wider when he notices the traces of kisses on Miles' face. "Oh, my God, we need to shower."
He reaches for his cheek, running his thumb over one of his lip prints. Miles catches his palm, pressing it to his cheek.
"And since the bet was part of the plan to show you, then I still have a dress for this evening."