27/?
A Broken Sixpence
Part 27…save it ‘til the morning after.
Miles lay in the center of his bed, spreading out his limbs to take advantage of the coolness of the sheets. The stillness of his room meant he could hear the whooshing of the blood in his ears, the speed still coursing through his system, making his cock hard again in anticipation of Alex joining him. Unable to wait, he began to touch himself. The barest of brushes electrifying him, tingles spiralling up his neck, unable to get the image of Alex knelt before him. Fuck this gamehe thought, hitching himself up to reach for the wine and distraction.
Alex considered his phone call. That stupid bitch ringing again. This is why sex is too much fucking hassle. People always expect you to cut your heart out and just hand it over, just because you’ve fucked them. Well, maybe not all the boys, but enough that it’s always a predictable hassle.
He looked at the door to Miles’s bedroom. He knew this was already hurting Miles. Just one phone call and he’d already started to fuck things up. He saw himself in the mirror hung over the record player A mirror in every room, the vain tart but he understood the desire to keep your hair perfect, drawing his comb from his pocket and settling a few stray hairs down. He studied his face and tried to see himself as Miles did. Finding his reflection wanting, he raised his glass and drained it. Time for bed he thought.
Alex stood at the bedroom door. He felt nervous, and this made him timid and unsure of himself. Instead of barging in as he would normally, he knocked quietly instead. No answer. He waited as long as he could manage, then tried opening. Finding it wasn’t locked, he moved in the pitch black room, trying to move his feet without sound. He didn’t know in which direction the bed was, so he collided with a chest of drawers. Miles’s guffaws led him the right way.
‘You bitch. That will be a massive bruise tomorrow’. Alex connected to the bed and halted to remove his clothes. More used to the darkness, Miles was able to see an outline of Alex moving around, little wisps of light catching on his hair and his shoulders. ‘Looks like an angel, here in my room,’ he confessed to himself. Alex slid in next to Miles. The Fates realised that this was going to be a tough assignment and decided to start a new game plan once this night was through.