A Broken Sixpence 15/?
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’.
Hour 1; AKA part 15
20.00
Miles slipping a different pair of boots on gave Alex the chance to stand and hobble somewhat, to retrieve his coat. Not wanting to obviously brandish his physiological state, he gratefully pulled the over-sized buffer around him. The next problem was that Miles was bending down to force his boot on, curving his back towards him and being just too fucking much. Maybe a drink would take the edge off it.
‘I’ll open the wine for a quick one before we head off then ?’ He was speaking, while his brain was kicking him for the turn of phrase.
‘You can help yourself, sure….but don’t rely on alcohol to give you courage with the ladies tonight’. /It’s not the ladies I’m bothered about, echoed Alex internally/. ‘Many people don’t get pissed while they’re speeding.’ Miles poured some of the red into his own glass as he went on. ‘Like me, for instance.’
‘This little shit is enjoying himself.’ Alex grudgingly conceded the upper hand to Miles while he squared himself with this new drug.
‘Al ?’
‘Yes Miles’
‘Come here won’t you..’
‘What is it Miles ?’
Face to face they stood, one all muffled in his winter coat and the other sleek in his suit holding a glass of wine and wearing his best bravado.
‘You are the next best thing to me in the whole world, let’s show Liverpool what they’re missing’ concluded Miles.