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“Alex! Careful!”
He hissed as the hot chocolate scalded the tip of his tongue and set down the mug at a comically fast pace. Giggles filled his ears and Alex shot what he hoped was an angry glare to the woman opposite him, faltering when she responded with an equally cheeky one.
“So you invite me out, make me get all dressed up and everythin’ only to laugh at me.” Alex mockingly tutted.” ‘Tis no way to treat a date.” At this, Alexa snorted hard, and he dropped his facade to join in.
“And by dressed up, you mean a pair of old jeans and a jumper?” Before Alex could protest, she quickly put a hand up in defence.” I mean, uh, real nice get up. It’s a shame we’re in such a low class setting, I mean with how much thought you put into your outfit, you’d have thought they’d be just handing over limousines and free reservations.” The overly posh accent she had put on half way caused Alex to scrunch his nose up in amusement, and they were once again reduced to laughter.
He sighed contently, taking a sip of his now cooled beverage. Despite his initial doubts, he’d so far had a nice time, and Alexa had kept her promise of taking them to the little cafe that had recently opened- he cursed himself when the idea of bringing Miles sprung to mind. Alex looked up to meet Alexa’s curious gaze.
“What?”
She only shrugged.” You do that often y’know.” At this, he raised an eyebrow.
“Do what often?”
“When you’re thinking, your face does this like...thing.” She gestured vaguely towards her own face without elaborating, and Alex frowned.
“Thing? Like a bad thing? Oh god, I don’t look constipated or anythin’ do I?” He groaned in embarrassment at the thought. Alexa shook her head.
“Not really, it’s more like...I’m not sure how to place it. You just get this look in your eye that you aren’t a hundred percent with me.” She didn’t explain any further, and Alex pouted but decided to just nod and drop it for now. A part of his brain couldn’t help but supply the idea that things would be much easier if Alexa was his soulmate. She already demonstrated that she could read him fairly well, and well...she was a girl. Not that it mattered very much to Alex- it was known amongst his friends that he had never had a particular preference- but when thinking back to his talk with Miles, it was clear he must’ve been a bit of a shock to the poor scouser.’ Doesn’t excuse the fact that he still kissed me.’ He thought pettily.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
Alex blinked. He supposed it wouldn’t kill to finally admit his situation, and a second opinion would be pretty helpful. His hands fidgeted under the table and his leg bounced nervously. Maybe another time.
“Sorreh, jus’ thinkin’ about summat Miles said.”
It was vague, but Alex supposed that was for the best.’ Knowing her, she’s probably already figured it out.’
Alexa hummed inquisitively.” Is it a good something or a bad something?” Despite the simplicity of the question, it made him pause. Was it entirely a bad thing that Miles needed some time? It wasn’t a hard yes but it definitely wasn’t a no either- it was hope, Alex decided.
“Depends how you look at it.” She nodded and took a sip from her mug.
“Does he know?” The unspoken question simmered heavy in the air, and Alex nodded. He stared at the wet ring that the cup had imprinted onto the oak table with inexplicit interest till he felt the warmth of a palm encase his own fingers that had loosely spread across the wood.
“I’m not gonna pretend like I know Miles all too well, but i know you.” Her words were softly spoken, and for a moment, Alex was reminded of his mother.” You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, and in that sense, it makes you modest. Whatever predicament you’re in, he’ll come around, and I think you know it too, but you’re unassuming at the thought for your own well being.” Alexa took a breath before standing up, pulling a slightly dazed Alex with her.” Come on, let’s go distract ourselves, eh?”
He could only nod, never unimpressed by her sharp observations.
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The following week passed by rather boringly, and Alex almost wished that he and Miles could have another dramatic fall out just so he’d have something to fret over. Cool air filtered in from his open window, and a shiver tickled down his spine.
“I’m so much in love...like a little soldier catching butterflies.” He sung out whilst sprawled out across the carpeted floor, and he listened to the slight crack of the record playing above him.
“No man loved like I love you...wouldn’t you like to love me too...”
A light blush warmed his cheeks as Miles came to mind. Maybe that was enough Bowie for today.
His mind repeated what Alexa had said less than a handful of days ago. There’s was both the sensation of frustration and relief at her words- relief because, after an afternoon of thinking about it, he realised she was right and that set his heart at ease and frustration because, well, he should’ve been able to come to that conclusion on his own sooner. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and exhaling slowly.
Alex’s eyes started to droop, and things seemed to appear darker. He somewhat registered the shrill noise coming from his phone, indicating he had a call, but he couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. He mumbled incoherently to the song playing before allowing sleep to take over, and then followed silence.
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“Alex?”
The boy in question turned violently, and in doing so he felt himself lose balance. The world tilted as he fell, and the impact against the ground was imminent, however never arrived.
Alex cracked open an eye.
“Miles...you’re here?” He voiced it as a question, though the presence of the scouser was clear, with his arms desperately cradling his back in order to prevent him from hitting the floor. Alex felt himself be lifted, and he was once again up right, though he feared not for long due the close proximity of the taller lad finding him drunk on endorphins.
Miles didn’t say anything, but slotted himself just that bit closer so now every breath they took was shared, every move they made was mutually apparent and every pulse point was reverberated against the other. Alex sucked in a breath.
“Is this...are you...” He trailed off, and a crease in his brow gave away the frustration at his lack of coherent speech. The corners of Miles’ mouth twitched upwards, and Alex huffed a sound of indignation before freeing an arm from between them and clasping the back of the others neck, fingers pervading the long, brown longs that resided there.
Miles leant his head back into the hand, and Alex watched with little self restraint as his pale throat bared itself. He leaned in closer so that his open lips grazed it, his hot breath hitting the skin and leaving a light sheen of moisture. In response, a groan vibrated from Miles’ throat, and he brought his head back up.
Their noses bumped against each other, and Miles grinned, his eyes creasing in a way that made Alex’s heart stutter. The scouser tilted his head ever so lightly, and the shorter lad could barely contain the quiver in his lip before they were being covered by the others.
Long fingers tangled into the mop on his head, and Alex gasped into the kiss as he pulled. Miles ran his tongue over his lower lip before gently grazing his teeth along it, and the slight point of his canines dug into the soft flesh, sending shocked nerves downwards.
He felt himself being pushed backwards, and his back made contact with something soft.
“A bed..?” Alex mumbled as he turned his head to the side to inspect his surroundings, though this was quickly interrupted when two hands gripped his waist and pulled him down till he was flush against Miles’ front. He bit his lip to contain the noise of pleasure at the prospect of Miles’ hand being so close to his mark. The other lad hovered over him.
“What should we do, hmm?”
The was a smirk in his voice, and Alex wanted to roll his eyes. Miles didn’t wait for a response, and Alex watched as his hand toyed with the zipper of his jeans, slowly pulling it down. The smaller boy could barely contain the sigh of relief as suddenly things felt less tight- he hadn’t even noticed he had been hard.
A large hand laid itself flat on his stomach, just above the hem of his open trousers, and Alex drew a shaky breath when it started rubbing gently circles into the skin. Heat pooled underneath and the contact sent pinpricks of electricity to his hip. He looked up at Miles, who was already staring right back at him.
“Please?”
The hand stilled. Alex raised his brow at Miles, whose eyes had darkened considerably. Neither of them broke eye contact as the hand resumed, travelling down, down, down...
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A gasp awoke him, and Alex looked around only to come to the conclusion that it was himself that uttered it. The sky outside was dark, and he assumed he had accidentally slept through the evening. He sighed, and moved to shift off the bed, stopping at the uncomfortably sticky sensation in his boxers.
He looked down and groaned. When did that happen? He wasn’t thirteen anym-
The content of his dream hit him unexpectedly, and Alex felt his face darken a brilliant scarlet. He fell back into bed.
“Miles fucking Kane.” He whispered with a mixture of exasperation yet fondness.
The loud buzz of his phone interrupted the quiet, and Alex huffed as he forced himself up, scrunching his nose at the unpleasant sensation down below- he really should change afterwards. He made his way over to the sound, and picked up his phone before answering.
“Alex speaking.”
There’s wasn’t an immediate reply, and he didn’t want to be on the device for longer than he had to.
“Is anybody-“
“Alex”
Despite the slight distortion from the phone, it was unquestionably Miles.
“I wasn’t aware you had my number.”
There’s was a strange noise on the other side, and Alex could only assume it was a huff of laughter.
“Sorry I er, I asked Jamie for it.”
He hummed in response and there was another episode of silence.
“I jus’- I tried to call earlier but no one picked up. I wanted to say..I wanted to ask if we could um, like meet up? To talk?”
His heart jumped slightly, and he cleared his throat.
“We could, I mean yeah we can do tha’. Is Wednesday alrigh’?”
“Yeah, Wednesday’s fine yeh. Great, actually.”
There was a moment of tranquility.
“Right, I suppose I’ll see you then, yeah?”
Alex cringed at the enthusiasm in his voice and felt anxiety in the bottom of his stomach.
“Of course yeh, I’ll uh, yeah, see ya’ then.”
The phone line went dead. Alex blew out a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding onto. He placed the phone onto his desk, and sat on the edge of his bed, hands fidgeting above his knees.
“Wednesday. Just gotta wait till Wednesday.”