all my pictures of you - milex

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2008

Alex had to go back to her often.

It was fair. Miles knew it. He didn't care that he was pretty much 'on the side.' In fact, it felt kind of alluring. To be so secret and thrilling. The thought of being found out was exhilarating to Miles, but he wouldn't tell Alex that.

Alex came home one night, a large grin on his face. He was drunk. He only grinned like that when he was drunk.

"What was it this time?" Miles smirked, sat on the end of the bed. "Vodka? Rum and coke?"

Alex slammed a bottle onto the dresser, almost smashing it. "I need a shag."

Miles gulped, unsure of what to think. "Shouldn't you be with her, then?"

"No." Alex swallowed. He removed his jacket and unbuttoned his striped shirt. The boy straddled his best friend and laid him down on the bed. "Come on. Fuck me."

Miles' eyes widened. "Al, you're drunk. I can't."

"Do it. Do you think I'll care in the morning?" Alex attached his lips to Miles' neck, sucking vigorously. Miles found it hard to contain the feelings he felt.

"Yes. You will."

"Oh, babe." Alex wasn't moving from his position above Miles. He was rocking back and forth, making it hard for Miles to think straight.

Miles grabbed Alex's shoulders and pushed him sideways. Now Miles was on top, and Alex was stuck underneath.

"I can't, Al. You're drunk. There's no point."

"But I need you, Mi. I need you like crazy." Alex pouted, his lower lip quivering. Miles took a deep breath and gently placed a chaste kiss on Alex's nose.

"Just sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

Alex rolled his eyes and drunkenly clambered up to the top of the bed, throwing himself under the duvet.

"At least get changed, baby." Miles chuckled, following him.

Alex slung his jacket towards the end of the bed, then did the same with his shirt and jeans.
The two men laid in silence for a while, and for the first time it felt awkward. Normally, they could be quiet and enjoy each other's company. But Alex's drunken state and denied shag had somehow turned silence into torture.

Miles twisted his body, facing away from Alex's back. He couldn't stand to do what he usually did, that being examine Alex's soft skin and count all the few freckles and moles he could see. Alex would shiver under Miles' breath and squeeze his hand tightly.

But it wasn't like that.
Alex started tossing and turning, making Miles shift to the very edge of the bed. Miles grabbed the pillow and buried his face in it, not wanting to be close to Alex and his movement.

"Hold me."

Miles wasn't sure if he heard that right. Alex must've known because he repeated it.

"Hold me, please."

Miles turned and shuffled back, gently wrapping his arms around Alex's waist. Alex mumbled incoherent words, but Miles didn't care. He hid his head in Alex's neck, lightly kissing him.

Alex smiles and drifted off to sleep.
Miles went off not too soon after.