Hello You

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Miles had no idea why he'd got dressed up for dinner. It was only to go and eat in his own dining room, and no doubt Alex would have ruined the food and they'd end up eating beans on toast. But he couldn't help himself. Miles was a peacock and he liked getting dressed up, and this pandemic was robbing him of a reason to do so. Just before Lockdown he'd bought a fitted white shirt and black cigarette pants from Celine and he chose to wear them tonight. Maybe he looked like he was going on a date and it would give Alex the wrong idea, but that wouldn't make any difference. They needed to talk, and he needed to drum home the message that last night had been nothing but a drunken mistake.

He left his bedroom to find the house smelling like a Middle Eastern restaurant. He'd been expecting Alex to burn everything, and was surprised to see that his kitchen was still in one piece.

As soon as he walked into the dining room and saw Alex laying the table, he felt like a dead man walking. The little bastard had dug through all those clothes Miles had given him to find the ones he knew would look the sexiest. Miles could barely take his eyes off him. He was squeezed into tight black jeans and the black cord shirt was unbuttoned enough to show his pecs. And the hair, the soft layers flopping down onto his forehead, and bits on the top sticking up, all fluffy...Miles had a semi before he'd even sat down.

"You look nice," Alex said, bending over the table to pick up the bottle of white wine. Miles had to avert his eyes, knowing that otherwise, he would get a glimpse of nipple. Alex had probably rubbed ice cubes on them beforehand, just to make them stand out. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done that.

"Well I don't get many chances to dress for dinner. " Miles' voice was an octave higher. He cleared his throat.

"Do you want a glass of this? I got it in that little shop round the corner. He's got some good wine in there. I wasn't sure if Italian wine went with Middle Eastern food, but I know you like all things Italian."

"I'll have a small glass."

Miles was sure his breathing stopped as Alex stood next to him, pouring the wine. When he finally exhaled then inhaled, he realised there was a familiar scent coming from him. It was gorgeous - sort of zesty but woody, and just breathing it in seemed to make Miles' blood vessels open up, but unfortunately most of the blood seemed to flow to his groin.

"That's not my aftershave....."

"It's just a cheap thing I picked up in the cornershop. You know I like to smell nice."

"It's gorgeous..." Miles had to stop himself from saying 'like you', and luckily enough, Alex flounced out of the room.

While he was gone, Miles gulped down half the glass of wine, willing his erection to go away. He'd fallen right into Alex's trap. He should have known after the kiss last night, Alex wouldn't let go. He always had to have the last word, and he always liked to get his own way, and he was a master of manipulation.

He was currently crashing about in the kitchen, cursing to himself, but Miles didn't dare get up to help him. In fact, he wondered if he had time to pop upstairs and knock one out before Alex came back with the food. It was impossible to think rationally with a hard on, he then thought about all the times Alex would give him head before they went on stage, to stop him getting hard while they were performing.....God why was he thinking about that? It wasn't helping.

It was too late, Alex came back in carrying two plates. A look of pride on his face.

"I managed it," he said. "I have prepared you dinner."