Used To Be My Girl

Listening

Miles reluctantly sat down on the bed, his sister still smiling at him like she'd just been let in on the biggest secret in the world.

"How long you been here, then?"

He asked, picking at his jeans awkwardly.

"I heard the motorcycle engine, rushed to the window just in time to see you getting off and running towards the house. But of course not before giving a kiss, lover boy."

She giggled and Miles had to shush her, panicked eyes shifting around the empty room as though they'd somehow both be caught, never mind the fact that he was smiling as well.

"He's really got you, hasn't he?"

"Guess you could say that."

Miles responded but his nonchalant act wasn't fooling anyone, especially not with the bright red flush that was working it's way up his handsomely tanned neck.

But just as she was about to poke him for more information, a loud yawn escaped his mouth as he rubbed his eyes, suddenly aware of the exhaustion taking over him. She sighed quietly and pinched one of his cheeks playfully before sitting back and getting up from the bed.

"Tell me about it in the morning, lover boy. For now, get some rest."

Elizabeth gave him a cheeky wink and walked through the door, closing it as quietly as she could so as not to wake anyone in the house. Miles immediately flopped down on his bed, arms high above his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

He could still feel Alex's silky brown locks between his fingers, the delicious gasps he'd pull from the other man when he'd tug his hair just the right way. Or how his hips would move in that certain direction that felt so incredible yet still frustratingly lacked the amount of friction they both needed to get off.

As he toed off his shoes and threw his trousers to the side, leaving him in just an undershirt and pants, Miles also thought of the way Alex had clung onto him like he meant the world. Like he'd drown if he let go, even just a little bit. It made him feel loved-needed-in a way he hadn't ever been before.

The thought unnerved him. It was like Alex could see all of his most sensitive spots and knew just which ones to press until Miles had no other choice but to give in to him.

Just what was it about Alex that wound him up so easily?

It was as that question was on his mind that Miles blinked tiredly, his eyes slowly closing of their own volition.

* * * *
Alex woke up the next morning with a smile, stretching his arms above his head and inhaling deeply. And there it was, lingering just beneath the smell of the laundry detergent of his fresh sheets.

Miles' cologne.

He soon went downstairs to eat breakfast after laying in his bed for a while longer. Though it was as he was shoving spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth that he had forgotten about the numerous hickeys littering his neck. Alex could suddenly feel his mother's gaze on his neck as she passed him by, fingers lingering on his shoulder for slightly longer than necessary.

"Who's the lucky girl?"

It was his father's gruff voice that interrupted his rising panicked thoughts. Alex looked up, his knuckles suddenly turned white as he gripped the spoon in his hand anxiously, frozen in fear.

His father had that look about him that meant one of either two things. He was in a joyful mood, which meant he would be far more forgiving than normal or- the most likely one- he was in a piss poor mood and was ready to explode at the smallest thing that set him off. It got dangerously confusing to tell them apart at times.

"Just someone I met while out on the town."

Alex lied, though despite it all his lips still twitched up into a half smile just thinking about Miles running his fingers through his hair. Those lips on his, their bodies-

His father's laughter interrupted his train of thought, luckily before he'd gotten too far lost in the recollection of last night.

"Well that woman sure gave you one hell of a time! Marked you up something incredible."

He continued to laugh and Alex couldn't help but sigh in relief. It was the forgiving mood. Thank fucking hell. Turner flushed in embarrassment as his brothers poked and prodded at him, trying to find out who the "girl" was and where to find her. They continued making off handed comments that only worsened his blush until his mother, clearing her throat, saved him from further torture for once.

After everyone was finished, he excused himself and did his dishes. All the while he thought....

They're going to kill me if they ever find out.

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Miles blinked himself awake, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. There was a knock at his door and he groaned in frustration, an annoyed huff slipping past his chapped lips as he slowly got up and made his way to the door.

"Miles?"

It was Elizabeth's voice, yet there was something in her tone that sounded off. Palming the door open, Miles squinted at the bright light shining through the numerous windows of their house.

"El, what is it? I had a late night, you know-"

"Shh! None of that! Clean yourself up quickly! They're here!"

She whispered frantically. Miles eyes went wide and he rushed to the window, heart dropping as he saw an unmistakeable car pulling up into their driveway. He looked down at himself, hair mussed and half naked.

Miles Kane was in absolutely no shape to be facing the Don.

"Cover those!"

Elizabeth hissed, poking a finger at his neck that was scattered with love bites. Shoving a turtleneck into his trembling arms, Miles' sister rushed back down the stairs in what was most likely a hurried attempt to make herself look somewhat presentable as well.

Pulling the black turtleneck over his head, Miles rushed to his bathroom and ran a comb through his hair. It snagged numerous times and he growled in frustration, eyes turning towards the shaver on his bathroom sink with longing.

"Miles? Are you awake dear?"

It was his mother, calling up from downstairs with thinly veiled worry in her voice. Miles huffed and hurriedly applied gel to his hair before rushing back and grabbing the first pair of pants he saw. Slipping on a pair of loafers and a belt, he checked on himself one last time in the mirror before opening his door and rushing out.

There was his mother, her smile looking just as forced as it always did whenever they had company over.

"Miles. Lovely for you to join us in the land of the living. The Don is here and he wishes to talk with you about the marriage plans. Isn't that exciting?!"

She grabbed Miles' arm and pulled him down the stairs with her. Miles didn't miss the way she glanced at his turtleneck quizzically. He'd definitely be getting questions about that later.

But as for now? The Don's smiling face and open arms were there to greet him, the already tense atmosphere growing into something that was almost downright insufferable.