Age of The Understatement

Part 11 - The Time Has Come Again

5 Miles Outside of Las Vegas, NV

18+ chapter! Smut ahead)

Muffled sounds of moans and slapping skin echoed throughout the desert, millions of stars lighting up the dusty landscape. In a small divot of rock and dirt, somewhere deep in northern New Mexico just outside of Las Vegas, Miles and Alex had set up yet another small love den as their friend, Pearl, was off in her deep opioid sleep. Miles pinned his hand on Alex's mouth as he continued to push himself inside, Alex's eyes were nearly rolled back into his head as he continued to moan into Miles' hand.

"God Alex, you feel so good.." Miles groaned, his other hand firmly grasped onto Alex's leg as he held it above his shoulder, thrusting in and out. Alex moaned in response, letting his eyes roll back as his nails dug into the blanket below him, feeling dangerously close to his climax. Miles removed his hand from Alex's mouth and instead wrapped it around Alex's throbbing member, quickly beginning to jerk off him off.

"Ohh fuck.. Milesss." Alex hissed, Miles felt Alex's whole body tense up as he continued to fondle his lovers cock, still consistently thrusting inside of him. He looked so darling. The small glisten of sweat trickling down his chest, his tousled hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes– his deep brown doe eyes, fluttering in and out of focus on Miles'.

"Does that feel good, Al..?" Miles whispered hoarsely, his hair falling into his face. Miles knew Alex loved it when he talked to him like this. Alex moaned in response, unable to really get any words out as he felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure, tension, and happiness wash over his entire body. "I'm... I-I'm.." Alex gasped, hardly managing to get his words out before he let himself cum, the white substance falling delicately onto his stomach. Miles gently pulled himself out, and finished himself onto Alex's stomach too. Miles laid down next to Alex, his chest heaving as he tried to simmer down a bit. Alex weaved his fingers through Miles'. A small crunching sound was heard in the distance. Miles brushed it off as one of their horses shifting their legs, the dirt crunching under their hooves.

"I could get used to this." Alex sighed, his breath finally slowing. "I mean Jesus Christ Miles, how do you do it?" Alex laughed a little, still out of breath as he rubbed his thumb against Miles' hand.
"Dick of a Greek god or something."

Miles chortled, sitting himself up on his elbows as he let go of Alex's hand. "Made just for you, baby." Miles smiled, leaning over to grab a small towel he had picked up from the general store. Miles went ahead and wiped down Alex's stomach, being sure to get his bellybutton. Once finished, Miles placed a small kiss onto his happy trail. Small goosebumps pricked up around the spot Miles' lips had been. More crunching in the distance.
Miles laid back down with a sigh, enveloping Alex up into his arms, smothering his lovers face in kisses. Alex giggled gleefully, wrapping his arms around Miles' waist, their legs entwined. Quite the sweet sight.

"What the fuck?" Pearl yelled. She was supposed to be asleep. Why didn't she stay asleep? They were being 'quiet', I mean it worked last night! Alex and Miles quickly pulled themselves apart and grabbed anything within reach to cover themselves up. Speechless, the both of them had absolutely no idea what to say or how to explain their way out of this one.

"That's what you've been fucking doing with my Vaseline?" Pearl seemed pissed off as she looked at the jar that laid next to their little nest. She didn't seem to be mad for the reasons Miles was worried about. Thank god.

"Um.." Miles said, letting himself relax a little bit.

"Honest, I dunno what to say." Pearl said. Her eyes looked glazed over, hopefully she is still so high she won't remember? "I knew somethin' was off, not paying me no mind ever. Even with my damn titties out. But this wasn't what I was thinking."

Alex and Miles just sat there, staring up at Pearl. Stunned she wasn't about to shoot them, stunned she wasn't really freaking out at all.

"You're not upset..?" Alex asked, scratching his head. She's a nice gal, but he wasn't expecting her to be this accepting, or open.

Pearl turned around and began to head back to the camp. "Get dressed, we'll talk at the camp."

Alex and Miles quickly pulled themselves onto their feet, scrambling to pull on their briefs and jeans.
"What in the fuck was that?" Alex asked.
Miles shrugged his shoulders as he pulled up and buttoned his jeans. "Let's just be glad she didn't kill us. Or better yet, turn us in to the cops." Miles turned to Alex and whispered, "stay ready though just in case. I still don't know how much I trust her. She could still be planning both."

Alex stayed quiet as he pulled on the rest of his clothes and gathered the items that they had brought with them– guitar, blanket, flask of whisky, Vaseline. Only the necessities obviously.

"You ready?" Miles asked, a glimmer of worry and concern in his voice. Alex nodded back, his hand reaching for his gun holster that he had previously strapped back onto his thigh.
"Okay then." Miles said as he led the way back to camp, holding the guitar in one hand and the blanket in the other, counting on Alex to be the trigger man if needed.
Pearl was calmly sitting by the fire stoking the flames as she hummed a sort of familiar show tune. Alex and Miles hesitantly sat down on the opposite side of the fire. They looked absolutely ashamed, like a dog that got caught doing something they shouldn't. They relaxed a little, noticing that Pearl really wasn't on edge anymore, and her pistol was within view.

"When did you know?" Pearl said, still poking around at the fire.

"What?" Alex said, his voice was a little louder than he had anticipated it to be.

"When did you know you're a homosexual?" Pearl asked again as she placed her hands in her lap, gazing across the fire to Alex, intently waiting for what he had to say.

"Oh um." Alex cleared his throat, he had a hard time getting his thoughts out, always has. But this question was not an easy answer. "Well, I guess.." Alex paused. "..Always?" Not the most satisfying answer, but it makes sense. No other way to explain it.

"Okay, and you?" Pearl switched her gaze to Miles.

Miles shifted a little before speaking. "Didn't really know until I met Alex." Miles closed his eyes, unsatisfied with his own answer. "I mean, I guess I've always known but I didn't really want it to be real. I didn't want to be killed, some places will still hang you for it. Nobody cares about the fourteenth amendment, people will always still take matters into their own hands." Miles opened his eyes and looked over to Alex.
"There wasn't anyone worth the risk until I met Alex."
Miles grasped at the small box that still sat in his pocket out of worry that he might have lost it on when they quickly threw their clothes on.

Pearl sat and watched the two men gaze at each other, she didn't know how she didn't see it before. The bond these two have, the love they share. How could she be so blind? Something stirred inside her, a yearning. She wants a love like this. Maybe that's just it. That one girlfriend she had all those years ago when she was young, just 'being girls' is what her friend called it. Now she's living out in the North, preaching women's rights but now married to a man. Pearl had to admit it, she was in love with her. Maybe another love is out there for her? Before thinking she blurted it out.

"I think I might be a lesbian."