A Broken Sixpence 14/?
14 hours...a hard day's night
‘Jesus Miles, I don’t need anything extra in that department. Bloody hell, you could have minded me about that before !’ Alex was wide awake now, more vividly then he’d ever known, and Miles was right about feeling intensely horny. This was like taking his testosterone and ramping it up to 11, oh fucks knows…more even than that. ‘This shit could be dangerous’ he concluded to himself, when on trying to move, he became aware of his hard on.
Sensing the loss of Alex’s cocky self-assuredness, Miles decided to take some direct action. He bent over his still sofa prone friend, and nuzzled at his forehead. ‘I kindly offer my services for the night’ he offered.
‘Miles Kane, are you offering to fuck me ?’
Chuckling, Miles chose to deliberately misunderstand. ‘No !! I meant as your protector for this night, we have dancing to do, and considering the state of you, it’s likely we could end up in a fight.’ He pushed his lips to Alex’s eyelashes and demanded ‘Get your coat on’.