Hello You

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Alex opened his eyes and thought he was dreaming. For so long he would dream of Miles and wake up and start to cry when he wasn't there. Or he'd wake up in one of his deliriums and actually see him, then he would blink, and he'd be gone. But this morning he blinked again and Miles was still there, facing him, fast asleep. His chin covered in dark stubble, dribble pooling at the corner of his mouth, those impossibly long lashes resting on his cheeks.

Alex couldn't help himself. He needed to touch him – just to be sure this really wasn't his mind playing some cruel trick on him. He reached out and stroked his soft, fuzzy hair. He was definitely real and Alex felt a rush of intense joy.

"Mornin'" Miles mumbled, not opening his eyes.

"Morning."

Miles finally opened one eye, looked at Alex and laughed.

"What's funny?" Alex asked.

"You, you look like a kid on Christmas Day."

Alex hadn't been aware he was smiling, but then realised his face muscles were aching.

"I haven't woken up next to you in eighteen months, allow me my indulgence."

"Come 'ere."

Alex snuggled closer to him. Miles wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close, laying his head on Alex's.

"We need to talk," he said.

"Why don't we have a bath? Then breakfast? I'll make it, I can cook now."

"What you gonna cook me?"

"Toast and jam with lots of butter, and tea that's too strong, with three sugars."

"Sounds like heaven."

"This is heaven."

"So....this Damien..."

"Damon."

"Damon. Good looking was he?"

"Yeah. He was quite a bit older than me, but well preserved."

Alex didn't want to rub it in that Damon had been a tall, handsome former actor with a head of glossy blonde hair and perfect diction.

"So, whose idea was it for him to fuck you?"

"I don't wanna talk about him."

"I'm jealous."

Alex laughed and kissed Miles' chest.

"You've nothing to be jealous about."

"He nearly had my kitten, course I'm jealous."

"As I say, we tried, but I couldn't go through with it."

"Did he finger you?"

"Miles!"

"I just want to know."

"He tried but I tensed up."

"Did he go down on you?"

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

Alex didn't want this turning into a fight – not a proper one, anyway. It was just Miles' attempt to rile him up, to test him.

He pushed Miles onto his back and sat astride him, taking those long fingers within his own and pinning his hands either of his head. Miles looked tired and there was that crease in his brow that always appeared when he was worried about something. But Alex could also feel that he was hard, his dick tantalisingly near Alex's backside. Alex giggled and rubbed himself against him, then leaning forward and kissing his ear, taking that tiny sleeper earring between his teeth and tugging it. Sensuously rubbing his chest against Miles'