Little Mister Sweet Dreams [Milex]

Little Mister Sweet Dreams

this fanfiction is inspired by this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgdiZl0X9YE

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"I'll give you the D", Miles spoke on stage, rather to Alex personally than to everyone else while tuning his electric guitar. Some people in the crowd were laughing because they understood it in an ambiguous way, others rejoiced for the band to finally start playing.

In the meantime, Turner was taking a sip from his water bottle and as soon as he heard Miles, he shook his head slightly, turning away from the audience and holding back a grin. Mixing obvious sex jokes and chord-names was something Miles likes to do when they're rehearsing but he has never done it on stage before. He played the individual notes of the D chord now, looking over to Alex, waiting for a reaction.

"I'll give you the D", he repeated, now directly into the microphone. His voice was thick with provocation and a sprinkle of seduction.

Alex grinned and licked his lips - challenge accepted.

"I wish ya would" he said over his shoulders, now turning around and walking towards the audience, only giving Miles a short glance but it was enough to surprise the Scouser who could only smirk in response. Alex answer came unexpected but that didn't make it any less tempting.

Miles then repeated his sentence a third time and Alex yelled his response back even louder, both blocking out the now clearly hyped, screaming and cheering audience. Alex then came closer to the microphone and started singing the first lines of "Sweet dreams, TN".

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Still feeling the rush of adrenaline and the excitement racing through his veins, Alex let himself fall onto the king-sized bed of their hotel room, letting out a satisfied sigh. Miles closed the door and went straight for the mini-bar to organise them two sodas with a shot of whiskey - or in this case, the other way 'round.

"What a fookin' show man, wasn't it?" Alex began to ramble in astonishment, his eyes wide open and pinned to the ceiling, arms crossed behind his head, appearing pleased. Although he has been doing this life for many years now, he still wasn't able to adjust his body to the feeling of the vibrating stage, the unpleasantly hot spotlights, the many faces cheering, laughing, singing along. It still didn't feel real, more like a blessing each time. Miles took a sip but didn't answer. He could only smile a little at Alex's excitement because it was the same after every show: Whereas Miles preferred to let his excitement die down with a bit of liquor, Alex babbled on about the different aspects of being on stage and the extraordinary sensation of it.

"Mi?" Alex raised his head to see if the Scouser is still present and if he could get a response out of him. Miles looked down at Alex, then back at his Whiskey soda but still remained quiet for a few more seconds, taking another hit before he decided to say something.

"Were you being serious on stage, Al?" he asked straight forward, knitted brows, acting all baffled and not-knowing while wearing that sardonically ambiguous smirk.

"About..." - he stepped closer - "Me giving you the D?"

Alex immediately understood as he met Miles' glance and he held back his flush of excitement that just rushed down his spine. He wanted to play the game and all the adrenaline mixed with some alcohol thanks to the pre-show drinks they had got him the confidence to do so.

Turner sat up, maintaining eye-contact.

"Well Mr. Kane as you might have noticed, I'm always very serious with me words" he answered, exaggerating his natural accent as he did sometimes during Interviews so they could laugh at the clueless interviewer afterwards.