Aviation
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Bloody weather. He heard Miles cursing loudly, clapping his hands together. Outside their window, the flow of winter was unstoppable. Alex found it particularly funny when they were left alone yet Miles still spoke to the empty space instead of to him. It's another weird thing Miles tended to do whenever it had been too long since they were together (based on their own standards, the difference between three months and forever could be very subtle).
Alex was once accused of being too easy to slip back into old habits. Now was a moment where he did a perfect demonstration. A long breath in with Miles in this confined space beside him, Alex found himself surfacing up from his new shell (sometimes it was hard to feel like himself, but it never happened when Miles was around).
"Gonna miss the party, la." With a soft sigh, Miles's head appeared in the front, right next to Alex's worrying frown. He looked far from upset though. If anything, Miles smiled at the accident smugly. His crooked teeth bit down on his bottom lips briefly in a childish manner.
Alex ignored him and tried again, but the car still wouldn't start.
There was still plenty of time left for them to get out of the poor thing and get a cab. Alex turned to the side and now Miles was the only one that occupied his sight. "I'll call—"
"Later, please?" Miles blinked slowly, gazing at Alex's dark, perfectly styled hair. He leaned back briefly in the backseat, leaving Alex all alone on the driver's seat. "You don't wanna go." Alex spoke out his observation, turning back to keep Miles in his eyes. His friend shrugged, shaking his head.
"No, no, Al. I don't. I don't. I don't and your car is broken. It's bloody cold outside. I like your new haircut." Miles burst into laughters at the final remark, making Alex laughing out with him. It was so silly that he was suddenly saddened for no reason. Alex hid behind his seat for a moment. Miles was right. It was cold outside and they could wait for a while.
Their friends were waiting for them. Mutual friends of theirs and his girlfriend. The scenery couldn't get more cliché even if he tried to stage it. Alex was confused as hell and Miles was only pretending to be satisfied. How come that you haven't gotten over me still? He wanted to know. But then if Miles was to throw the question back (How come you haven't told me to fuck off?), Alex had no answer for him.
"What are you up to?"
Miles's fingers were back. His arms circled around the seat and he tugged at those gelled bangs that never failed to earn Alex teasing mocks. "Do you wanna know?" He was making fun of him for sure. Alex's ears turned red as Miles began to smooth his hair with his slender fingers. There's nothing innocent in the way his hands moved. Some tugging and pulling and making sure everyone could tell his hair was not ruined by the wind. Alex shivered as Miles' nails scratched his scalp lightly, leading him to lie back on the seat.
His heart was beating too fast and his mind too slow. Alex closed his eyes when one of Miles hand wandered down, touching his neck. "Miles," He murmured. It felt like he was falling back into the endless puzzling darkness, although Alex had tried his best to move on. "You know me answer."
He savored the dulcet tones of Miles humming, with love and hatred entwined in his voice. "Yeah...I do." For a while, Miles couldn't seem to decide if he should caress or tear at Alex throat. Finally, Miles gave in. He hugged Alex's shoulder a bit, fingers dancing tentatively over his collar bone. "But I want to see you." Miles grumbled, easily stealing Alex's heart without even realizing it. "I don't mind."
Liar. Alex thought. But how cruel it would be if he actually said it. "We don't have to go." He put his own hand above Miles', holding him there right above his ribcage. Outside the car the snow was falling silently. But the skin under his palm was warm. Alex squeezed his hand firmly. "It's all right. Let's stay."
