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Two Robes and One Broken Heart

3 weeks later (Early October)

"Matt, Jamie, and Nick are coming 'ere later. Nick is staying for a few days, and Matt is flying back to LA in a week. We still 'ave pending concerns 'bout the documentary, so I thought we could 'ave some snacks and beers in the evening. What do ya think?" Alex emerged from the bathroom with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, and a second one on his hair, rubbing it roughly. "Do ya 'ear me, Miles?" Alex darted his eyes up to find Miles lounging in bed. He'd stopped scrolling on his phone to look at Alex. "I hear ya loud and clear. I just thought we had other plans, that's all." He shrugged with a bored frown between his eyebrows and the voice of disappointment.

"They'll come 'ere later, so we can put tha' in practice right now. If ya're up for it?" Alex cocked a brow and threw his head forward to finish drying his hair. He then threw his head back and walked to the chest of drawers. He opened the top drawer, rummaging through his boxers to end up choosing plain black ones.

"Oi oi! No clothes." Miles scolded, sitting upright in the bed.

With towels now hung on a chair, Alex gave him nothing more than a chuckle and a frail shrug as he slid his boxers up his legs, adjusting his cock. "Why'd'ya care? Ya're going to be blindfolded, anyway." He reached for the nicotine patches' box on top of the piece of furniture, opening it and sticking one patch on his upper arm.

Miles pouted. "I 'ave feelings. And I sense when you're naked just by the quality of your voice." His tone comical.

Alex walked to the bed, and was (un)expectedly trapped by Miles, who brought him down with one hand, phone reckless tossed to the bedside table. "Like a spider on an icicle." Alex sang.

"Frozen in time." Miles crooned, taking a hand to his face, pensive. "I think spiders would lose their senses when frozen, Al."

Alex wiggled his index finger. "Not the one we've written about, no. Tha' one is special." Alex adjusted himself on Miles' lap, running a hand through Miles' hair, which had been getting bigger and now allowed some tugs. Miles looked at him with too much affection in his eyes and a silly smile on his face. Alex was sure he mimicked the face right back at Miles.

They kissed briefly. "If we start now, ya'll miss nap time, and by the time the boys arrive ya'll be annoyed out of yar mind." Miles offered him a sympathetic smile, chuckling and kissing him one more time. "My obnoxious little monkey."

"Don't I know?" He knew he'd be grumpy and all, but he'd got this nagging idea for a while now, and if he didn't act on it sooner rather than later he'd gone mad. There wasn't much they hadn't done in bed yet. They had done some spanking, nothing too harsh, just some mild spanking. They had role-played, plenty. They had done some BDSM shit - probably not like BDSM people would do, but something similar, something particularly theirs.

And now, Alex couldn't stop thinking about jerking Miles off after blindfolding him and handcuffing him to the bed.

Stupid, right?

He knew that, but it didn't make him want to do it any less. Something about being the one completely in control, or maybe something about giving Miles pleasure - expecting it to be enhanced from being deprived of two of his senses.

Or maybe everything combined.

Miles was so hot and Alex couldn't determine what made him so damn attractive. Surely, he was fit and everything, but it must be down to his personality. Miles would go from sassy to sweet, and dainty. From dominant to submissive - not really, but still...Alex was yet to find someone as unique as his Miles;someone who'd strike him the same way.

Luckily, he was done looking.

Miles chuckled, pushing Alex off his lap and off the bed. "Let's do it then!"