28/?
A Broken Sixpence
Part 28 just like February…
Dawn was held at bay thanks to Mile’s black out blinds. Unable to sleep through the drugs and their lust, the boys spent the remaining hours exchanging old secrets and forging new ones. Miles quickly learnt where Alex would shudder from the feels of his hands, and how to force a groan from him unconsciously. The first time his mouth connected with Alex’s cock felt…..right…and his wish to please was enough to kill of his first-time nerves. Yet despite the strong want for each other, there was a tacit agreement left unspoken to not rush each step. This was enough for this night.
Sometime around 8am, their metabolisms began to reassert control and call for food. Miles went off to make them tea and to start the toast rounds. Left behind in bed, Al lay on his front grinning into Miles’s pillow and inhaling his scent. After such a night he felt emotionally and physically drained, the last thing he wanted was to leave this bed. His bladder thought otherwise.
Miles could hear Alex singing in the bathroom. Fucking adorable he thought, buttering toast and batting away the steam from the kettle so he could see the jam selection. ‘Al, do you want raspberry or blackcurrant ?’ he called out.
Alex came over to see what other options there were. ‘Where’s the Marmite ?’ he wanted to know. ‘Really ? I do have some somewhere, but really that’s gross at breakfast time,’ Miles was shaking his head while rummaging around.
‘Look at us, like a pair of old married’s,’ declared Alex. Miles looked at him to see what expression went with that pronouncement. With relief he saw Alex was smiling as he carried the tea over to the table. As he finally laid hands on the Marmite, he noticed Alex peering at his phone, his face a great deal darker.