Age of The Understatement

Part 8 - He Does The Woods

Nestled Along Devils Creek, AZ

(18+ warning – smut ahead!)

Miles disappeared for awhile before dinner in search of the perfect location for Alex and him to run off to once they found their chance. Eventually, after winding around the campsite for at least twenty minutes, Miles found an ideal spot. Speedily, Miles tried to tidy up the area, attempting to create a somewhat romantic atmosphere. He knew Alex was a sucker for romantic gestures, but again who isn't? Once the area was set to Miles' liking, he quickly made his way back to their camp to join Pearl and Alex for a meal.
Just as expected, Pearl had very quickly slumped over into her typical opioid induced nap after the three of them had eaten the makeshift dinner she had put together. Miles had grown tired of the usual oatmeal and dried beef combo, thankfully they would be stopping into a small town tomorrow, on the way to Las Vegas New Mexico.

Miles hurriedly picked up the mess Pearl had made while making dinner, stacking their bowls neatly and putting a few more branches onto the fire. Based off of how Pearl was acting yesterday, Miles had assumed she would be out cold for a least a good three, maybe four hours, giving Miles and Alex more than enough time to escape for a little while.
While Miles cleaned up, Alex checked on Pearl, who was deep asleep on her side. She looked rather uncomfortable as Alex tossed a small blanket over her to make sure she stayed nice and warm while they were gone. She still hadn't put her freshly washed clothes back on, still just wearing her chemise. Honestly, she seemed quite pitiful.

"So." Miles' voice whispered into the night air. Alex, who had been rolling up one of their many blankets, turned to face him.
"Ready to go?" Miles smiled, holding his hand out to his love, who eagerly took it.

"Lead the way, darlin." Alex whispered back, tucking the blanket under his arm as he intwined his fingers with Miles'. He could feel his heart start racing as Miles began to pull him away from the camp and through a small opening in the trees. Alex watched Miles as he pulled him along, his sharp jawline was lined with stubble, his hair was longer than he usually kept it, but this length framed his face perfectly. He looked beyond stunning. The moonlight guided their way as they made their way past many large boulders, ducking under a few low tree branches before eventually coming onto a small opening. The ground was covered in a lush cushiony moss, a blanket had been laid out with a small, now nearly burnt out campfire positioned next to it. The sound of the rivers rapids were distant and faint, still making a beautiful song with the katydids and crickets that chirped nearby. The moon shone down in scattered beams, the large canopies of trees blocking most of the view of the sky.
Miles pulled Alex along by his hand, having him sit down onto the small blanket. "Just a second." Miles said as he let go of Alex's hand to gather a few more sticks and leaves to pile onto the fire.

"Miles this is beautiful." Alex said as he watched Miles fuel the flames, pulling off his boots. Miles grinned, he knew Alex would love it.

Miles sat down next to Alex, placing a kiss against his temple before taking off his own boots, kicking them to the side.
"I hoped you'd like it." Miles laid down, looking up at the bits of starry skies that he could see peaking through the leaves. The moss underneath the blanket felt so soft to lay on, almost like the most fluffy mattress topper. He almost felt like crying, feeling a little overwhelmed. It's like he couldn't do enough to express how he feels, wishing Alex could just read his mind. He's always felt everything so deeply. His wife couldn't handle his emotions, why would Alex? Almost every time Miles even looked at Alex he would just be overcome with these immense emotions, unable to pinpoint what they were exactly. It would almost send him to the verge of tears, he just felt so lucky– but also like he didn't deserve this kind of love. He constantly longed for Alex, he just couldn't get enough of him. Miles was afraid of overdoing it, smothering him. Alex turned to Miles, one of his arms propping himself up as he trailed his other hand across Miles' features, taking his time as he traced along his jaw. Miles watched Alex's dark eyes as they bounced around his face, taking in every detail.
"What are you thinking about, Mi?" Alex asked, able to read Miles' emotions like a book. Alex has always been able to pick up on Miles' mood changes.