baby blue ｡ milex

09

chapter 9 → "tease"
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"I know, but I don't like boys."

Miles raised an eyebrow at him. Alex caught his small action and shook his head. "I'm sure."

The words that came out of Alex's mouth lingered in his mind for a bit, like a mindless wanderer except that it was on his mind for a long time.

Just the way he said it sounded a bit hesitant. His words were slightly slurred and came out fast and almost a bit shy, as if he was drunk.

But Miles brushed off his odd mood and began to function like normal.

"Well that's fine by me," Miles smiled. He got off the bed and began to walk towards his closet when a small squeak made him stop.

"W-where you going?" Alex seemed concerned. He was holding the blanket up to his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was coloured red.

Miles pinched the extra fabric that was resting on his waistline. He made a fanning motion with his hand and he stuck out his tongue to show that he was panting. "It's a bit too hit in here, I'm gonna change into something more breathable."

Then without any hesitation, Miles began to take off his sweater right in front of Alex, making sure that he had turned around so that Alex could only see his back. Being how he was, Miles was taking his time, peeling it off of his body painstakingly slow so that Alex could have enough time to notice every detail of his back, if he was even looking anyways.

How embarrassing it would be if he was striping but Alex wasn't looking. He would be showing off to nothing but his posters.

Now this was the real Miles. He is slowly returning to his flirtatious self again. He had always been so flamboyant and confident with what he does and says. Lately, it's as if his flirty moves had come to a grinding halt once the realization had hit him that he had to spend time with Alex. Alex clogged up his thoughts, making him unable to do any moves on him in fear that he would get hurt.

But they're already doing so much now. They had shared each other's touch every once in a while, such as brushing elbows in English class, giving each other stares in music class, and hugging in private.

This part always made him so unsure about his sexuality. The nicest way to put it was that he was confusing, as if he was sexually ambiguous.

Miles knows that he likes girls, since he went out Johanna and liked her, but the confusing part was that he would always look at Miles in deep thought. He even once caught him looking at his lips for a short brief moment, look down at his lap, and then bite his lip.

But who knows? He might be pulling off an act or is really into something else that is related to Miles or any other boys.

Once he finished pulling off the sweater off of his body and over his head, he continued to walk over to his closet and lazily tossed it in there. He walked away and turned around to Alex.

He saw.

God, it was so obvious. He was biting the corner of his lip and he now has a random stuffed animal sitting in his lap. He was also red while fiddling with the blanket.

"You know, I think I'll be fine with no shirt."

He was lying. He was cold, the shivers going down his back harshly making his hairs in his arms stand up, but he's pretty sure that it will heat up pretty quickly in here.

If you catch what he means, of course.

He winked at Alex, sending him to open his mouth and to stutter out a few words. "The hell was that for?"

"What? I can't give you a wank, I mean wink?" Miles smirked at him.

He was so flabbergasted it was almost hilarious. Just seeing him incapable to do anything just because Miles was shirtless says a lot.

Alex fell silent and shrunk in his seat. He could sense how uncomfortable he was. The atmosphere was so tangible that Miles was afraid that he might choke on how tense and awkward it felt.

"Just' messing with you," Miles said as he walked to his bed. As he got on, he laid back with the cold walls pressing up against his back, making his breathing hitch, unintentionally.

Although he didn't mean to let out some gasps, it had certainly affected Alex in more ways than normal. He crossed his legs now and he held the stuffed animal even tighter. He was biting his bottom lip so hard that Miles was afraid that he will start bleeding in any given moment.

"Uh, you okay there, Alll..." Miles dragged the 'l' out for longer than needed as he placed a hand on his knee.

He slowly shook his head, his eyes on his knee.

"I know what game your playing, Miles, and I don't like how it's making me feel," Alex confessed as he put his hand over his, giving a squeeze.

"I'm not gay," he said, making Miles shrink farther into his bed.

"Well, I might of gotten the wrong message whenever you stare holes into my eyes," he said flatly.

Miles removed his hand from Alex's knee and walked back to his closet. He opened it up and dived in to find his sweater again to cover up his shame.

He feels like he's made a mistake, a massive one at that.

Alex suddenly sprung from the bed and started to charge towards Miles, only to stop centimeters away from his exposed body. He had the sweatshirt around his neck, ready to be pulled down to cover up the mistake he made by trying to flirt with Alex.

"Why'd you put it on," Alex asked, tugging at one of the sleeves.

"I made you uncomfortable, that's not cool," he pouted.

"I didn't say I didn't mind it," he smirked.