A Broken Sixpence 18/?
Hour 4; AKA part 18.
23:00 The Wall
Now if you are aiming to get to a club early, 11pm would be a good time to get going.
Such logic did not apply regarding the expulsion from the bar for starting a fight. So back out on the street, the dishevelled Miles and Alex were momentarily lost for where to go. Miles felt winded from the punch to the small of his back, and steadied himself by bracing his feet against the apex of Strand Street, just where the horizon opens out to the docks. For a moment in the bright light and quiet, they regarded each other’s dishabille.
Alex angled Miles under the lights, to see where he was clutching at his back. Inching up his shirt and pushing the jacket aside, he couldn’t see anything unusual. Not that he knew what to look for. Unless it involved bleeding or bruising.
‘Looks like nothing’s broken then’ he confirmed to Miles. ‘Lemme see your hand though’.
Lifting up the hand, they could both clearly see the grazed skin and pooled blood. Miles went to draw the hand back for a closer inspection, but Alex had a tighter grip and the effort pulled them up nearer together. One hand holding Miles’s and the other pushing him firm to the wall; Alex felt almost sick with need. Their kiss was timed perfectly, equally matched in their desire and instantly in tune to the other’s movements. Miles realised that Alex tasted almost perfect, a biological distillation of his character. Instinctively, his want made him brush against Alex’s trousers and his contact with Alex’s erection led them both to break the kiss to regard one another.
‘What brought all this on,’ Miles asked of Alex, his hand retaining a gentle brushing effort while their eyes locked in this new directness.
‘When you decked that bloke, I knew I needed to fuck you. That was some seriously sexy punching.’
Miles waited.
‘And if we’re being truthful ?’ Continued Alex.
‘We are’ Miles nodded back to him.
‘I have never wanted to make love to someone so much before. And it scares the shit out of me’. Miles could feel Alex sag slightly as he uttered this. He knew that Alex meant it. He brought both hands to Alex’s face.
‘I know you feel this now, but speed makes people make shite decisions. You’re my best mate, let’s stop here even though it feels like it’s fucking killing me’. He felt his teeth grinding with a mixture of effort and the drugs. Not knowing what else to do, he flipped up the hood on the back of Al’s coat. Subconsciously helping to hide his face.