mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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warnings: M/M, it's from his perspective not male reader, smut, alex is the bottom, oral, fingering, anal sex, milex mentions
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It was supposed to be just another night in the desert. Another night of getting high after working on some new songs for the album. That had become the routine lately. A pattern that had them huddled around a campfire, passing a joint back and forth under the endless stretch of stars. It was all in good fun, just something to unwind with after long hours spent in the makeshift studio they'd set up in there. No one was pushing it on them, or on him. It was just how things went out here, far away from the usual grind.
Despite being in the desert, nights got cold, the kind of chill that crept under your skin. The fire crackled and popped, keeping his hands warm as they passed the joint from one to the other, its glowing ember dancing in the darkness. The scene felt like something out of a movie, except this wasn't a film. It was real. Or at least it was supposed to be. But somewhere between the highs and the haze, reality had started to blur. His body no longer felt like his own, the sensation of it slipping away, until he felt like he was part of the fire, like he was in it, actually in it.
That was probably the acid, not the weed. But the weed helped, grounding him just enough to pull him back from the edge, where flames licked at his mind.
He didn't know how he ended up behind one of the trailers, kissing him. One minute, he was lost in the fire, and the next, his lips were on someone else's. No, not just someone, Miles. His lips were on Miles', and his tongue...well, his tongue was definitely in Miles' mouth.
He thought he remembered being dared to do it, a faint recollection of someone, maybe Jamie, egging him on. Because why else would he do it? It wasn't like him to just...do that. Even in his haze, he could still hear the chanting in his head, the echoes of "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" getting louder when he hesitated. But he hadn't said no.
That was hours ago, and it had been just a small kiss at first. A joke, really. Just something to laugh about later when they were sober. Except now, he was behind the trailer, pressed up against the cold metal, making out with fucking Miles of all people, and he didn't want to pull away. Not because he was attracted to him, because he wasn't. At least, he didn't think he was. But maybe because...maybe he wanted to be kissed. Maybe he just wanted to feel something, anything, in that moment, and it didn't really matter who it was with.
Kissing felt good. That was all there was to it. The warmth of another's lips, the connection. And now, here he was, kissing a guy for the first time. It was different, sure, but not in a bad way. And despite everything, despite the questions, the confusion, he didn't want to pull away.
They didn't talk about it after that. Not the next morning, not ever. Not even as a joke. It was like it never happened, like the fire that had burned so brightly in the desert had simply gone out, leaving no trace behind. They didn't talk about how Alex had ended up pulling at his clothes, rubbing himself against Miles, and probably, even in his dazed state, begged him to fuck him. No, they didn't talk about that at all.
