Wondrous Place (Milex)

4. In my room

They arrived at the hotel in a short time, since the traffic at that time of the morning was quite light, and they quickly said goodbye to Joana, after thanking her for her service. They entered the hotel laughing and half running, impatient. They waved to the doorman and went straight to the nearest elevator, since the suites were on the top floor. They kissed tenderly while going up, but at a certain moment they stopped and were silent looking at their reflections in the elevator mirror; observing each other, but especially observing the union that the two formed together. They tried to process and reflect on what was happening during those brief seconds.

They were both perfectly aware of what they were doing. Their meeting was not the result of alcohol, although it probably helped make it happen. Neither of them doubted for a second what they wanted and were going to do, despite the fact that until that day they'd not consciously considered it. But in fact, it seemed as if unconsciously, during the months they had been on tour —or perhaps since the very moment they met— they'd been preparing for this moment.

The elevator beep sounded, distracting them from their musings, the doors opened and Miles took Alex's hand and pulled him toward his room. When Miles took the key out of his pocket, Alex stopped him dead:

"No."

Miles looked at him scared, wondering if it had all been his imagination and if this night would end like all the others, sleeping alone in his room.

"In my room" —Alex added with a devillish look.

"Do you have..."

"Yes, I do" —Alex cut him off.

"I mean...".

"I know. You mean lube, right?"

Miles nodded, with a sudden shyness that wasn't like him. He tried to hide it by asking between his teeth: "Why would you have lube here?" It was Miles who, more openly, had casual relationships with other men, so he was surprised to see his friend so prepared for the occasion.

"Stop asking questions... Would you do this favor for me, please?" Alex begged with puppy eyes, caressing his face gently. Miles nodded and pocketed his room key. They made their way down the immaculate hallway to Alex's suite, very spacious, ridiculously luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows that covered one wall.

They made their way determinedly towards the bed, sitting on the edge and passionately kissed once more. Encouraged by the humid spring heat, the physical activity of performing, the alcohol, the adrenaline and all the other hormones that ran through their blood, and now the close contact of their bodies, made them more excited than they could ever imagine. The passionate kiss immediately led to tender nibbling of each other's lips. They moaned softly as Alex's hands trailed from Miles's head to the small of his back, down his lover's pants. Taking this as an invitation to move on, Miles moved his lips to Alex's jaw as he slowly pushed him onto his back on the bed, climbing upon him and straddling his hips. He sat and looked at Alex, realising he had always longed to look at him from this perspective. His face shone with sweat, the night lamp illuminating one side, marking those hard features that were at the same time delicate—something that had always fascinated Miles. He remained absorbed for a few seconds admiring the beauty of his partner, until Alex giggled:

"What's wrong? What are you looking at? Do I have something in my teeth?

Miles came to his senses at his lover's comment and laughed as he replied,

"Nope. You just have the prettiest face I've ever seen"

Alex giggled somewhat bashfully, which was adorable. Miles came closer to Alex, leaving only a few centimetres between their faces

"Are you laughing at me?" He teased, and he kissed Alex again but this time with a roughness he hadn't shown before, and Miles soon focused on Alex's neck, biting him again as he brushed his crotch against Alex's thigh.

"Mmm..." Alex tried in vain to say something between soft moans, "...harder", he managed to say. Miles paused for a second, "... P-Please...", he begged in a barely audible voice.

Miles laughed softly and clenched his teeth tighter against Alex's neck as his breathing got harder and his moans louder.

"You were right. You are a dirty little boy," Miles giggled into Alex's ear. Alex chuckled, and Miles felt him grow even harder beneath him.

"And you're such a naughty...", Alex couldn't finish the sentence, because Miles put his hand across his mouth, pushing his index finger into it, Alex caressed it with his tongue while his hands began to undo the buttons on his lover's shirt, feeling every inch of his skin. Miles helped Alex off with his T-shirt, as Alex reached for Miles's belt.

"Don't be impatient", Miles said as he grabbed Alex's wrists, pulling them away and placing them on top of Alex's head, one on each side, further exposing his torso, finally naked and vulnerable. Miles gloated once more looking at his mate, and was soon kissing him again, kissing his face and letting go of his wrists so he could brush the hair off his forehead. Alex pushed Miles to one side so he was face down. He climbed upon him and kissed his shaved head, the nape of his neck, caressing it, as his entire body made rhythmic movements against his lover's body. Alex gripped his wrists, just as Miles had done to him before, and brought his mouth to Miles's ear.

"Not so bold anymore, huh?" He whispered playfully. Miles couldn't help but let out an intense groan of pleasure at hearing Alex speak like this. Alex ran his lips and tongue down his back, leaving sloppy kisses all over, utterly delighted in Miles' breathless moans.

"You taste salty"

Miles smiled, "Don't you remember our dip in the sea this afternoon?"

"How could I not remember" replied Alex, "how handsome you looked all drenched?"

"Handsome? I don't think you've ever called me that before."

"Stop talking," Alex said as he stared into Miles's eyes. Alex proceeded to take down Miles slacks, and as he tossed them to one side, Miles rolled onto his back, revealing his obvious erection beneath his briefs. Alex came back from the foot of the bed and smiled proudly as he took in Miles' hard on, still covered by the thin material of his briefs. He laid upon, rubbing his entire torso against Miles' dick.

"You can't..." Miles said between moans.

"I can't what?" Alex answered defiantly, a few millimetres from his face.

"You can't tease me like that."

"Stop me"

Miles took the provocation to heart and, sat up, and like a wrestler, grabbed Alex around the waist and pushed him off. They both sat up, staring at each other for a few seconds. The calm soon ceased, as Miles grabbed Alex again, this time by the neck with one hand and by the shoulder with the other, pushing him to the head of the bed. He stripped off his pants and briefs fiercely, revealing his prominent erection, then took off his own underwear.