Save the Date

It's Not About The Dance

"There's a cold front comin', the temperature's droppin' already. Ya're not even wearing a jacket!!!" Alex locked the front door and hurried to Miles. "Hot shower, now!" Alex pointed upstairs, showing the known way to the bathroom, but as Miles quivered, he lifted him up bridal style, not leaving any time for the drenched man to protest. He sloppily made their way upstairs, some bumps had happened, everyone had survived. Miles held him close, his face in the crook of Alex's neck as he shivered. Alex was so warm. And he smelled so bloody good. What was the harm in being here in his arms? None. Miles was a free man.

Reaching the bathroom, Alex put Miles down. The room was faintly steamy, the mirror hanging over the basin was still blurry with condensation, indicating that Alex had just showered. Miles stood on the small bath mat as Alex started running a bath, checking if the water was warm enough. Miles braced himself in attempts to warm himself up, looking over at Alex and kicking his loafers off, anticipating what would come next. Alex turned to face him. "Water is good." He lifted Miles to place him in the bathtub, clothes and all. Soon Miles' few thoughts were washed away as Alex unceremoniously held the shower head over Miles' body, letting the warm water soak him. Alex kneeled down on the bath mat and started rubbing Miles' skin, a sly look playing in his eyes.

Oh, the blessings of hypothermia.

He should keep rubbing me like that, just like that.

Slowly the purple left his lips and nails, which was replaced with a blush. "Ya scare me doin' things like tha'. Why haven't ya got an Uber?"

"It's London, it's raining, ya do the maths." He said mockingly, laughing as he regained his ability to joke.

"Ya could 'ave wait, tha knows? Rain in this town never lasts anyway." He scolded, but in his face featured a telling grin. There was a lot of rain in London, but Miles understood what he'd meant. Rain in this town was on and off, like their old selves.

"I couldn't wait to see ya." Miles grinned back.

"Let's get rid of those wet clothes, shall we?" He said already trying to remove Miles' jeans, which offered a lot of resistance, then started fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

"I'll help ya." Miles unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt in record time. "See?" He said hurriedly removing his socks, and boxers. "Naked! Babe, why are ya still dressed?" He looked at Alex expectantly licking his own bottom lip. Alex, who still panted from rushing him upstairs, didn't need to be told twice. His leather jacket was the first one to hit the floor, followed by the other items that covered his perfect skin.

Oh, the blessings of sight.

"Hurry! Come to the water now." Miles demanded, in need of connection. Alex obliged, getting in the warm water gladly, sitting carefully opposite to Miles. The water still ran, but Alex changed the flow to come from the tap that sat in the middle of the bathtub.

Alex sat back and relaxed. All the tension in his muscles seemingly leaving his body. It'd been forever since the last time they'd been inside a tub together, so now they scandalously gawked at each other, with the stupidest smiles on their faces.

"I've dreamt 'bout this many times." Alex started.

"And how this dream of yars unfolds?" Miles floated to Alex's side and straddled him, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around Alex's neck. Alex reaches for the tap, turning it off, his hands going to the lower of Miles' back.

"In mind blowing orgasms..." He laughed.

"I don't mind when dreams come true, ya know?" He whispered sultrily in Alex's ear, nibbling his earlobe provocatively. Alex shivered in response and kissed him, as if time had been reversed and that was their first kiss. "Me neither." Their hips under water already committed to grinding, and their hands committed to roaming. They had done so much of this in clothes lately, but now they were exposed in bodies, so it was safe to say it was distinct.