Wondrous Place (Milex)

3. The Meeting Place

They began to play The Meeting Place, somewhat ruefully, but also impatient to make way for whatever happened next. As always, Miles sang the first verse and Alex the second, moving closer to the stool where his friend was sitting playing the guitar, so they could sing the chorus together, as they had done so many times. They embraced from behind, their mouths, close together. From that moment they were not able to separate themselves when playing the following verses, so they interpreted them in a somewhat chaotic way, simply letting themselves go and singing the fragments that each one wanted at each moment, even making up the lyrics on some occasions. The truth was, they liked this stripped down version of the song, even though it might not have the emotional charge the strings and the rest of the instruments brought.

But the boys were still as theatrical as ever. Shortly before the last chorus, Miles —still sitting on the stool— gripped Alex tighter, shoving him down from the shoulder. Alex's response was immediate: he took the guitar from Miles, putting it on the floor, and sat sideways on his lap, so they could still face each other. He felt unsteady and had to hold on tight to Miles' back and neck with one arm to keep from falling. The mischievous grin that spread across Miles' face quickly rubbed off on Alex, who decided to take a step further and run his hand down Miles's back until he reached the scant bit of his ass that he could feel when he was sitting, holding it tight as they both tried in vain to continue singing a cappella and without showing what was happening between them. Their faces were only separated by the space that the microphone occupied between their mouths, their foreheads came together like two magnets and it was impossible to tell whose sweat was running down their temples. Miles was grabbing Alex by the waist, pulling him as close as possible, and Alex noticed Miles' budding erection under his ass.

The applause resounded for a long time when they finished singing, while they made the appropriate bows holding hands but avoiding the gaze of the other, both feeling strangely but as soon as the spotlights dimmed, their shyness disappeared and they hugged each other, and when this wasn't enough, their mouths met and they kissed passionately. They only parted when the owner of the guitar came to retrieve it. The boys didn't try to hide what the musician had just witnessed, just simply returned the guitar and thanked him for lending it to them. When he was gone, Alex took Miles' hand and pulled him toward the backstage area, where the bar's restroom was located. They greeted Joana and Vera as they passed them. The women were picking up and disconnecting the devices, the lights, the cables...

"Wow, sparks fly between these two" said Joana. 

"You're right. I always thought it was all part of the performance, but now I'm starting to have doubts...". When they began to hear giggling and muffled groans coming from the toilet the two men had just entered, they realised their suspicions were right.

The bathroom door made a noise every time Alex pressed his body against Miles, who had his back against the wall. His tongues locked in a battle neither could win as Alex rubbed his crotch against Miles' —eager for more friction between his bodies. Miles placed his hand on top of Alex's head, pressing it firmly down, and he complied, running his tongue down his lover's neck, reaching the part of his chest that the undone buttons revealed. Once Alex was on his knees, he undid Miles' belt while he revelled in the sound of Miles' moans, which he was trying in vain to suppress. Alex pulled down his pants and briefs simultaneously, revealing Miles' huge hard on. Alex's eyes widened at the sight of it, and he looked up to meet Miles'. The expression on his face was quite a picture: the mischievous smile, proud of having made Alex blush, the eyes unable to hide the lust behind his thick lashes, the beads of sweat running down his temples...

"Don't you like what you see?" 

As a response, Alex stared at Miles and licked the tip of his cock without tearing his eyes away from Miles' for a single second. But Miles couldn't hold his gaze when Alex started spreading his precum with his hand, stroking him slowly. The pace was increased and his mouth was again in action, trying to take in as much as he could, almost gagging and slightly pressing his lips around Miles' boner, while Miles tried to stifle his pants and moans.

"Knock Knock."

It was the only bathroom and someone wanted to come in. Miles and Alex tried their hardest to ignore it, but the pounding grew more and more insistent and Miles even felt it against his back as he leaned against the door.

"Al... Al... S-stop..."

Alex tried to say something, but his mouth was too busy with other things. "Al... W-we can't...". Alex finally stopped.

"Fuck."

"Maybe it's for the best, Al... We could do this properly..." Alex stood up, watching the smirk on Miles face, still covered in sweat.

"You're right, babe. Let's go to the hotel," said Alex, while giving one last sloppy kiss on his lover's already wet lips, while Miles pulled up his boxers and trousers. 

They finally had to restrain themselves from their erotic trance in which they were absorbed, and as aroused as they were, deep down they wanted to be somewhere more intimate and comfortable. They'd been building up to something very beautiful throughout the whole day —and probably throughout their entire lives— and unconsciously they knew that they couldn't let it end there, with an uncomfortable blowjob in a toilet.

They left the bathroom in a hurry, their faces still shining from sweat and excitement, and they looked for Vera and Joana to say goodbye. Realising the urgency of the situation, Joana kindly offered to take the two lovers to their hotel in her car. Miles had to get into the passenger seat, knowing that if they both sat together in the back, neither he nor Alex would be able to hold back.

The awkward silence that followed made Joana turn on the car's music player. Destiny is perverse and the record that was inside was Humbug, since she had been listening to it the days before The Last Shadow Puppets concert. The verses of My propeller began to sound inside the car, and the voice of a young Alex uttering I can't hold on the urgency / you've got to make your descent slowly / and oil up those sticky keys, invaded the entire space.

Miles turned back with a wide grin only to see his friend's cheeks turn to a very deep red hue. Miles began to laugh, infecting the others and thus managing to release the tension that had been generated, so that they were finally able to carry on with small talk for the rest of the journey.