Save the Date

He's the One for Him

Hello you all! When I started writing this story I opted not to tell the reader about Alan's appearance, but recently I've seen a photo of an actor who looks pretty much like how I've always imagined Alan. The actor is Bryan Dechart, but my Alan has blue eyes. Hopefully I haven't spoiled how you've imagined him to be like. Enjoy!

The parcel had arrived in the morning next day, and what a trojan horse. Alex had read every single one of the threats to Miles, to the very man he solely loved, but he still couldn't believe his eyes, even though his own eyes were never to be questioned. Right in front of him lied thousands of minacious words, brutally depicting how they would hurt his Miles, shame him or - to his utter dismay - kill him. Alex had been crying too hard since the first hate letter he'd held. The whole of Alan's speech had been echoing his mind ceaselessly.

You love him, don't you Turner?

Would you want to hurt him all over again? 'cause I know you did hurt him before.

As a friend, that's how he needs you.

You'd fuck it up Turner, like you always do. He'd come running back to me.

You'd be constantly cheated on, I guarantee you that.

Now imagine if you ever come out? Miles would have to go through that shit all over again, the hate he'd get would be much worse than the last time. Maybe those people would finally make the threats a reali-

He sobbed, immersed in the song 'Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me' by the Smiths, that played on repeat in the background. The song was only muffled by a soft sweet timbre who'd say over and over again.

You 'ave nothing to worry about

He needed to let Miles go. Miles was happy, healthy, starting a family. It was about time Alex would start acting like his friend, since that was what he was, that was what he was supposed to be, just that. He heard some shuffling on the floor next to him, looking up he saw Miles. Sometimes he'd just forget he'd got a key. The man stopped dead in his tracks with an empty stare. "What the...!" He shouted. "What's going on Al?" He reached for him unmistakably confused. "Ya were not answering the phone, can ya imagine how worried I was? Why are ya crying? What the fuck's happened?" Alex just let himself be held, he shook one of the letters Miles' way, unable to articulate an explanation. Miles made a 'huh' that sounded like an acknowledgement, confirming that Alan was telling the truth, all of these pages in his hands were not fabricated.

"Where did ya get them?" Miles asked petting Alex's hair calmly. His voice gentle and collected.

"Alan's sent me...these..." Alex trembled and sobbed, burying his face in the crook of Miles' neck. He heard Miles muttering a 'fuck' before proceeding. "It's alright Aly, nothin's happened. Okay?" He looked at Alex, but Alex just shook his head.

"Give us a kiss babe." Miles requested. Alex shook his head again. "We can't."

"'cause of the letters?" He cocked an eyebrow. "That's nothin' Al, for every threatening e-mail I've got there were a thousand supportive ones, but of course Alan hasn't showed ya those." He sighed and pressed Alex closer to his chest. "Babe, don't worry. Ya always worry too much. There are a lot of people saying shit on the internet, all of the threats were anonymous, that says a lot about the cowardice behind the handle, right? Don't worry baby. It's really alright..." He kissed Alex's hair and gently lifted his head with a finger under his chin. "Now please, give me a kiss."

Alex sat upright and wiped the tears off his face. "No kisses. We really shouldn't. It's time for us to be just friends and friends don't snog. Ya 'ave a 'usband, a family, and ya're so 'appy. I can't keep doing this to ya." A tear rolled down his cheek and became an addition to his already wet shirt.