Light Me Up (Mile x Apo) [Mile x Apo]

Chapter 5: Don't Leave My Side

When morning came, Mile was relieved to see that Apo was curled up into Mile's side, hair mussed against Mile's arm that served as Apo's pillow, and his other hand went to brush the locks out of the tanned face, "So beautiful..."

Mile listened to the evened out breathing, the occasional snore, and dipped to press a kiss to that forehead. During the race the day before, Mile had noticed Apo's struggle to get out of the pit after the last stop, and worried when the car shifted a certain way that indicated it wasn't in Apo's control. The risk of these races and driving heavy machinery was the accidents. He'd seen so many accidents happen with drivers of his own team that he felt a lump in his throat when the vehicle stalled then relieved to see Apo drive out onto the track. Apo hadn't placed in the Saudia Arabian Grand Prix as he initially wanted but Mile was content to just see Apo step out of the car in one piece.

Their night had been spent on the couch with Apo nestled by his side as they ate a mess of Chinese food that was brought via room service, a movie marathon of the Conjuring franchise, and Apo falling asleep after they'd talked about what was troubling him. Mile also gave an update about his own life when Apo asked, and it was refreshing. He listened to Mile's ranting about meetings, gave suggestions about cars to bring into his inventory (that was actually very nice to have an insight from someone who drives them), and just fed Mile with pieces of baklava in between sentences. Sharing his love of treats.

His eyes traced the lines of the dozing racer in his bed then suddenly remembered Tong saying, 'you love him' and it pulled Mile's air out of his lungs. Could he love Apo?

Did Mile enjoy looking at those doe golden eyes being adorable when feeding Mile and listening with pure rapture about Mile's meetings or investments even if he understood only a drop of Mile's words? Did Mile like feeling that body pressed to his own in a sweet cuddle or in a passionate embrace?

"Mile..."

The soft utterance of his name brought Mile's gaze to the sleepy rousing of Apo who stretched up his arms and wrapped them around Mile's neck to pull him down into a tight hug, "Apo?"

"You look so huggable Mile. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I think you're the first Apo..." Mile settled his arm around Apo's middle to pull him close as they laid side by side on the bed, watched Apo's eyes close again, and felt that face bury itself into Mile's collarbone. "Why are you awake if you were going to hide your face?"

Apo just grumbled, "It's too early. I want to stay in bed until noon." He squeezed tightly onto Mile's torso in order to hide away from any bit of sunlight disturbing his dreams. "Go back to sleep."

"No planes to catch, baby?"

Apo almost purred at the nickname as he shook his head. "No. I don't have to catch a plane to Melbourne until tomorrow."

"Can I kidnap you Apo?"

"Since I broke curfew already my Cinderella, I'm okay with that."

Mile used his chin to nudge on Apo's forehead to coax him to lean his head back, dipped down to peck at those plush lips lightly. "Where should we go?"

Apo thought about it a moment then his eyes brightened considerably. "P'Gift said there's a beach nearby. The Silver Sands Beach. Can we go there? I'll treat!" He used his grip on Mile to roll so that Mile was laying on the bed, shifted to straddle the man's lap fully and look down with a dark gaze. "I suddenly want to see you in just swim shorts." Very much like a cat that pounced in its owner's lap, tail swishing in excitement, they don't realize the position they're in until after.

The elder felt his throat develop a lump then grunted when he was pushed onto his back, felt those supple long legs straddle him, and the ass nestled atop his morning wood was clearly a problem, "Apo..."