Part 35/35 *to be continued several months after, in Hedonism*
A Broken Sixpence
Part 35
There wasn’t time to process the implications, Miles was rubbing a hard cock against his side and he couldn’t think beyond his own erection and how long the afternoon had been away from this boy. Miles hitched him onto the narrow windowsill, not quite broad enough even for such a slight backside to rest on. The resultant pitching exciting Miles even more, making him push against Alex’s thighs too harshly, creating jabs of sharp pain Alex was becoming stupified on.
Miles was drunk on this experience, the newness of making love to a man, of feeling such lust and knowing that was reciprocated, the thrill of turning someone as savvy as Alex onto a new drug and having that first time together, it was all swirling inside, becoming too much to contain.
’Alex, please …just stop that,’ He lifted Alex’s jaw up and got them the same height. ‘I couldn’t stand it when you weren’t here, I don’t give a shit how this sounds….’ Alex waited, just brushing a finger over Miles’s bottom lip to bring him closer to Miles’s voice. ‘I love you Alex Turner.’
Alex held his finger to Miles’s mouth to stop him from progressing. He turned to the wardrobe and fished inside for the family wooden tea caddy. Inside was the small collection of physical artefacts that he cherished. Finding what he wanted, he moved back over to Miles.
’Miles Kane ?’
‘Yes Alex’ Miles drawing a breath, feeling his head spin badly, fearing he’d fucked things up.
‘See this ?’ Alex asks, catching the streetlight to his hand.
‘And…that is ?’ wonders Miles.
‘This is a broken sixpence, my great-Aunt left this to me. One half for me, and the the other half for the one I love. This is for you,’ and he passed one half of the necklace pair to Miles.