Mystery of Love

Reunion (18+)

Previously...

"too many glasses of wine after, in a sudden moment of bravery Alex decided to call. (...)

(...) The small sound of the bed creaking could be heard on Miles' end, signaling that he was getting up and ready to go to Alex's - and the call was over. "

Alex was pacing up and down in his living room. He tried to hide all the boxes of takeaways and the many glasses of all kinds of alcohol, and when he finished, he had no idea what to do with himself, except bite the inside of his mouth and nibble on the nails of his fingers. Just before his brain could regret the decision of calling Miles and start dramatizing, his doorbell rang.

He looked himself up and down, stated that he looked awful, concluded that it did not matter, opened the door and - oh boy, he was not ready for what was coming.

Miles looked... strange. Alex had no idea how much time passed since they last saw each other, but he knew that he didn't remember Miles as someone with bloodshot eyes, wrinkles prominent around his eyes and mouth, like he hasn't slept in weeks - but what surprised him even more was the strong scent of alcohol that hit his nose the moment he opened the door. Sure, he liked to drink, but he didn't reek of it, not even after their wildest and drunkest night. Even from looking into his eyes for no more than a second, he knew that something was terribly wrong and that Matt didn't exaggerate his state. He wasn't ugly of course, Alex could never see him as that - but it was a little bit like he was looking into a mirror - even their clothes were relatively the same. Miles wore a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms, a simple white T-shirt and he had a black leather jacket thrown over it.

However, Alex had no time to worry over the fact the Miles must've frozen half to death in the cold November air, because soon enough two big hands engulfed his face and lips were pressed to his own, a tongue already having found his, and every thought and worry that was inside Alex's head had disappeared. Alex's hands found their way to Miles' face as the latter moved his own to Alex's waist, dragging him in, as close as his own body as he could, kicking the door closed and spinning the two of them around, pushing Alex to the door until a thud could be heard. Alex moaned slightly from the collision and Miles pressed himself even further until he couldn't get closer, his hands roaming Alex's torso as best as he could and pulling at his shirt, getting his hands underneath and around the small of Alex's back. Alex couldn't help but hiss at Miles' cold hands touching his warm body, but Miles wouldn't have it and snogged him even harder than before. Alex went all putty under Miles' touch and his lips and he was already embarrassingly turned on and desperate for more, so he began to grind his hips against Miles, pressing himself against him. The feeling of Miles' dick rubbing against his own made him whimper and Miles couldn't contain himself either, moaning into Alex's mouth and matching the movement of his hips with Alex's, grabbing his ass and squeezing it, which resulted in Alex wrapping one of his legs around Miles' waist, wanting nothing more than to be completely ruined by him. Miles' anger towards Alex was clear, every movement of his body showed irritation and desperation and it turned Alex on more than anything did in his entire life.

Miles turned them around and both of Alex's legs were on the ground again. He started leading them inside the house and towards Alex's bedroom. He knew the place so well he didn't need to open his eyes at all, but the lust that took over their bodies and minds didn't make it easy to traverse through the house. They stumbled their way to the bedroom and Alex was glad there were no bottles for them to fall into, only stray pieces of clothing covering the floor.

The lower parts of their bodies were pulsing by the time Miles pushed Alex into the mattress and broke their kiss only to free Alex of his shirt. Alex pushed down Miles' jacket and off with it went his T-shirt too and Alex was in ecstasy at the feeling of Miles pulling and grabbing at his hair. Miles went back for a short kiss before he started moving down to Alex's neck, sucking and biting it with no patience at all, wanting to taste every part of the singer the best he could. His thumb found Alex's left nipple and brushed it only slightly, waiting for his reaction and there it was - Alex winced and moaned at the feeling but only out of pleasure - his nipples were always sensitive and Miles knew that all too well; his hands were in Miles' hair soon enough and he was most glad that it wasn't too short so that he could pull it and guide Miles' head even further into his neck, his hips desperately grinding upwards.