Save the Date

The Mermaid

The weight in his limbs showed that he'd overslept. Lying on his stomach, Miles tapped the nightstand searching for his glasses, the first thing he'd do every morning since he couldn't see much without them. He turned to lie on his back and put his glasses on. Accustomed to wake up alone while he'd been married to a chef, he didn't care for being alone in bed in the mornings at all. He stiffened a yawn, and as his vision wasn't as sharp as usual and the glasses felt different resting on his nose, he'd finally realised he wasn't at his house. He took in the surroundings slowly: the nearly empty room, the white cotton sheets, the leather jacket draped on the chair in the corner.

Alex.

Suddenly walking up alone upset Miles. He wondered where the man had vanished to, already escaping the scene where the remains of their love making still lay. He sighed, moving to sit on the bed, recollecting all the times he'd awaken exactly like this just to run after an Alex who'd been long gone.

When the bits of sleep finally left him and he was ready to feel fired up, a melody filled the before silent place. The song undisputed came from the next room. The piano fingering was rapid and miles could tell the choice of chords revolved around minors. The sorrow of them making him involuntarily tear up.

Why was Alex playing such a sad tune?

Miles stood up with a jump, and stumbled to the other room, almost tripping on his own long legs. Failing to be discreet with the loud thuds coming from himself, Miles' lips curled up bashfully as Alex stopped playing the song and looked at Miles with a tender smile. "Mmm, naked Miles in the morning." Alex licked his own lips and was up in a split second, arms around Miles, bringing him close. He kissed him, tongue inside his mouth and a moan inside his throat.

"It's hardly morning! It's almost noon." Miles protested, realising Alex was already dressed. "You're wearing clothes! Not only that..." He tried to say as Alex kept kissing his neck and making very distracting smooch sounds. "Ya've been playing without me, while you let me oversleep. Ya know 'ow I get when I oversleep. I'm all grumpy now."

The kissing continued uninterruptedly. Grumpy Miles was really having troubles keeping up being like that. A hand sneakily glided to his bum, and he grew less and less inflexible. A small whimper escaping his lips.

"We need to 'ave loads of sex before the baby comes, we'll be busy then."

What the hell had he just said? Oh, if Alex's hands all over his body weren't so distractive, he'd have to have the talk with him again.

***

But it was only after they had sex one more time that the subject was approached.

Alex had kept his clothes on, which Miles judged unfair and counterproductive. The lazy bastard had only taken his cock out, and now he laid peacefully, still fully clothed except for his belt. He'd taken off that malicious belt in a torturously slow dance, followed by the opening of his zipper and pushing down of his boxers. Why did he have to be so impossibly irresistible?

"Babe, when ya were saying earlier 'bout us being busy when Johnny comes, we need to set some ground rules." Miles sighed, his eyes darting to Alex lying next to him, Alex's hand caressing the short strands of Miles' hair. He'd seen when Alex furrowed his brows, unhappy with the suggestion in Miles's statement. "I'm not ready for ya to jump in as a parent to him."

"Aren't we an item then? Did I get this all wrong?" Alex avoided his eyes, staring at the ceiling instead.

Miles sighed, shaking his head. "It's not like tha'." Gosh, why did he make it so hard? "I'm committed to ya, but Johnny is the next step. I'll be parenting him, not ya...At least in the beginning, Al. I'll see how things develop from there." If he could ever deem Alex trustworthy, that was.