Some Boys Are Stronger Than Others

Based on a cute anonymous headcon I saw on Tumblr. Mad love to whoever came up with this idea >333 Again, I'm always Milex deprived so please feed me anything on Tumblr here: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/samantha-7leaves
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Some Boys Are Stronger Than Others

"You're a what?" Miles lets out a high-pitched laugh, almost rolling down the sofa as he tries to catch a roasted peanut with his mouth. The peanut misses the target and jumps a few times on the floor before disappearing under the other sofa Alex is sitting on.

Alex has foreseen he'll get this kind of reaction. He patiently repeats it for the third time of the night. "A vampire."

Miles rolls his eyes, which resembles the shade of Buckwheat honey. Alex grows this horrible desire to lick them as if they are actually made out of sugar. He has to shake his head a few times to clear his mind when Miles yells. "You almost fainted yesterday when James cut his finger!"

"That's because he just drank a liter of wine and it smelled."

"Very convincing, Alex. Very. Can you come up with something that's more-"

"James is currently in the backyard talking on the phone with his neighbor, who's complaining about his unleashed dog ruining her garden. He just promised to bring her lavender seeds and the best wine he could find, and he's now walking back. He will step in the living room in five second. Four, three, two-"

"Alex, this is funny-"

Miles drops the whole bag of roasted peanuts when the old, wooden door crackles under pressure, revealing a clearly annoyed James. Their friend frowns in confusion while Miles is busy boring holes on James's face with his suspicious glare. "Boys, I'm heading out to get some seeds- what, Miles?"

Miles stands up, laughing. He starts to sound nervous. "Okay, I take it back. This is an excellent prank, you bastards. Much better than the peppermint syrup I put in your coffee-"

"Are you off your head? Bless you, Miles. It's only mid-afternoon."

James keeps on murmuring something about them being too sloppy for the past two days and walks out of the house. Miles gasps loudly, turning back around to stare at Alex's face. He laughs again, sitting back down. "For fuck sake, Al. That's a real good one. You almost got me for a sec..."

Alex smiles apologetically and lets Miles see his inhumanly sharp teeth.

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Twenty minutes later, Miles breaks into Alex's bedroom with an overstuffed paper bag and a sulking face. Alex jumps from where he's sitting, the book he has been fruitlessly trying to read slip out of his hands, falling onto the floor.

For a second or two, it's hard to tell who's more uneasy in this room. Alex just spent every second regretting his impulsive courage and overly optimistic expectation. It was so much easier telling Matt about this, but then it comes to Alex that they were both still wearing open-crotch pants at that time. Of course Matt would think it's nothing but cool.

Miles sits down next to him heavily, putting the paper bag in between them.

Alex glances warily at the barely closed bag as if that's a bomb. "Please don't tell me there're garlic and cross inside."

"No, of course not!" Miles' nose wrinkles in an unfairly adorable way. He reaches for the bag and shows Alex a full bag of random snacks and a bottle of tequila. "They don't actually work on you anyway, right? You like garlic and sour cream way too much."

"Eh... yeah." Alex blinks sheepishly. Knowing Miles notices such trivial details about him makes Alex weirdly happy.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me earlier! I mean, am I even awake? Can I see your..." Miles gestures at his own mouth awkwardly. "Again? I mean, if you don't mind."