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Title: Summer
Rating: PG
Pairing: Miles/Alex
Word Count: 543
Summary: Written for prompt #12 on my prompt table.
A/N: Vaguely inspired by Calm Like You.
They’re in the grass. The summer air is warm and caressing (soft on their bare skin).
Their bikes are thrown carelessly in the ditch by the road and their shirts were left back at the studio - the day too warm to allow so much clothing.
They talk of everything and nothing. They discuss the second verse in that one song, and all the things they’ll do when they get home.
At one point Miles raises himself to sit, leaning back on his hands. Alex is still on his stomach, hands and arms tucked beneath his head. Miles lets his eyes roam over Alex’s back before they reach his face (eyes closed and relaxed).
Miles sighs and silently wishes he could reach out and trace his name with a fingertip over Alex’s bare back - to make him his own. Alex’s skin is white and smooth, and very tempting. Miles has to close his eyes.
He can hear something shifting in the grass next to him, and when he opens his eyes, Alex is on his back, smiling at him. He manages a small smile in return - but one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Miles has never had much control over his feelings, and he always fears that Alex will hear something that isn’t meant for him.
As Alex once again closes his eyes, Miles has to look. He sees Alex’s chest rising and falling, and his hands are sprawled over his stomach. Miles reaches out and carefully traces his finger over the back of Alex’s right hand. Alex’s eyelids flutter at the touch; he opens his eyes and stares at his best friend.
Miles doesn’t look at him, but he sighs and places his whole hand over Alex’s - enjoying the warm feeling that’s spreading through his body.
He turns his head and gives Alex’s hand a gentle squeeze, the corner of his mouth twitching as he smiles nervously.
He swallows and quickly removes his hand as Alex sits up. Miles tries to read his face - decipher his expression. But Alex doesn’t quite know what he’s feeling himself. He lowers his gaze and looks at Miles hand, now half buried in the soft, green grass. And then he lets his eyes travel up Miles’ body.
Miles’ stomach churns as Alex eyes him, and he can hear his own heart thumping loudly in his chest. When Alex’s eyes come up to meet his own, he knows what to do. He’s reluctant at first, and then cautious. His gaze is locked with Alex’s, and he can see his best friend sucking in a breath as he gets closer.
Miles’ breath ghosts over Alex’s lips for a moment and they simultaneously close their eyes. The kiss is chaste and sweet - and only lasts a few moments. Miles pulls away but Alex’s hand is quickly placed on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
”Don’t-” Alex whispers and slowly pulls Miles back into the kiss.
And now, at this moment, Miles thinks of the first line in the second verse of that one song. But he pushes Alex onto his back in the grass, just like he pushes the thought out of his head.
Summertime made promises it knew it couldn’t keep.
Title: Hug
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miles/Alex
Word Count: 821
Summary: Written for prompt #37 on my prompt table.
Miles was beyond drunk, and all but stumbled through the heavily spray-painted door leading to the toilet. He swayed even when he stood still and had to sit down in order not to make a mess while peeing (he still had some sense).
He had consumed drink after drink and shot after shot with Alex and Cookie, and now his bladder was on the brink of bursting, or at least felt like it. The relief was heavenly and he stayed sat on the toilet seat for a bit longer than necessary. He sighed, stood up and repositioned his tight jeans - with some difficulty.
He could barely see straight and absent-mindedly navigated through the sea of people.
He knew he’d come here with the Monkeys and James to celebrate something; but he just couldn’t remember what. Everything was a haze at the moment...
He found himself wondering how he could’ve ended up so out of it, because he wouldn’t say he’d drunk more than the others. Then he vaguely remembered accepting a small, blue pill from a short guy who looked suspiciously like a younger version of Jim Broadbent. He stumbled over someone’s foot and giggled to himself at the memory; because it was possible that he’d just imagined it.
As the sea of people seemed to deepen, he felt a sudden urge to grip onto something - someone. It was curious; his fingers itched and his head spun. He found James and Nick a few feet away, but it didn’t feel right. It had to be someone worthy of his touch and embrace; and someone who would possibly hug him back.
He saw Jamie in the company of two girls, and Miles could swear that he was showing off his manly biceps. The girls were practically swooning and Jamie had a look of accomplishment on his face. Typical.
And then when he approached Matt, who was standing at the bar, his stomach fluttered. Because standing next to Matt, deep in conversation with him, was an oddly familiar looking girl. She had dark brown hair at a shoulder length and was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket (which was ridiculous because Miles felt like he was boiling).
Now, if Miles had, to some extent, been sober; he would’ve recognized his best friend in a heartbeat. He would’ve strolled over and ruffled his hair. “Alright, Al?” would’ve rolled off his tongue out of habit and he would’ve slung an arm over his skinny shoulders.
But in the dim half-light of the club and in Miles’ state of awareness; who wouldn’t have mistaken him for a girl?
Miles felt unusually confident and walked with determined steps. As Matt caught his eye, Miles winked, and Matt gave him a look of both confusion and amusement. He slid in next to this mysterious girl and put an arm around her waist.
”Alright, darling?” He asked, and Matt burst out laughing. But Miles paid no attention to him.
Alex turned around in surprise and just looked at him. “Miles?”
Miles was completely clueless and couldn’t help but wonder how she knew his name. But he didn’t ponder it for long. He moved to wrap both his arms around her slim waist and placed his chin gently on her shoulder.
”Mhm,” he sighed “This is nice.”
Matt was still engaged in a fit of laughter and Alex was tempted to ask Miles exactly what he was on, but Matt beat him too it.
”Had ourselves a bit of a snack, did we?” He choked out between spills of giggles.
Miles responded by pulling Alex -who he still thought was a very pretty girl- tighter, and buried his face in his brown, tousled hair.
”What the hell are you doing?” Alex was obviously amused as well, but not as much as he was confused.
”Mm, don’t act like you don’t want it.” Miles whispered in his ear confidently.
Matt snorted and pointed a finger at a more than confused Alex, still laughing.
Suddenly, Miles smirked and grabbed his friend’s shoulders, and forcefully turned him around. He winked at Matt once again before pressing his lips to Alex’s. Alex’s eyes widened considerably and Matt was practically on the floor, clutching his stomach.
Miles pressed Alex against the bar and for a moment he considered deepening the kiss. Alex had no idea what to do; should he gather up some strength and break free, or should he simply let himself be kissed? But before he had time to act, Miles pulled away. He slowly licked his lips and gave Alex a seductive smile.
”I’ll be back...” he said in a husky voice, and disappeared into the crowd.
Alex looked over at Matt as if to say “What the fuck just happened?” and Matt grinned at him.
“I have no fuckin’ idea, but if I were you, I’d seize the opportunity.” And with that he disappeared as well, stumbling and laughing.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Miles/Alex
Word Count: 543
Summary: Written for prompt #12 on my prompt table.
A/N: Vaguely inspired by Calm Like You.
They’re in the grass. The summer air is warm and caressing (soft on their bare skin).
Their bikes are thrown carelessly in the ditch by the road and their shirts were left back at the studio - the day too warm to allow so much clothing.
They talk of everything and nothing. They discuss the second verse in that one song, and all the things they’ll do when they get home.
At one point Miles raises himself to sit, leaning back on his hands. Alex is still on his stomach, hands and arms tucked beneath his head. Miles lets his eyes roam over Alex’s back before they reach his face (eyes closed and relaxed).
Miles sighs and silently wishes he could reach out and trace his name with a fingertip over Alex’s bare back - to make him his own. Alex’s skin is white and smooth, and very tempting. Miles has to close his eyes.
He can hear something shifting in the grass next to him, and when he opens his eyes, Alex is on his back, smiling at him. He manages a small smile in return - but one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
Miles has never had much control over his feelings, and he always fears that Alex will hear something that isn’t meant for him.
As Alex once again closes his eyes, Miles has to look. He sees Alex’s chest rising and falling, and his hands are sprawled over his stomach. Miles reaches out and carefully traces his finger over the back of Alex’s right hand. Alex’s eyelids flutter at the touch; he opens his eyes and stares at his best friend.
Miles doesn’t look at him, but he sighs and places his whole hand over Alex’s - enjoying the warm feeling that’s spreading through his body.
He turns his head and gives Alex’s hand a gentle squeeze, the corner of his mouth twitching as he smiles nervously.
He swallows and quickly removes his hand as Alex sits up. Miles tries to read his face - decipher his expression. But Alex doesn’t quite know what he’s feeling himself. He lowers his gaze and looks at Miles hand, now half buried in the soft, green grass. And then he lets his eyes travel up Miles’ body.
Miles’ stomach churns as Alex eyes him, and he can hear his own heart thumping loudly in his chest. When Alex’s eyes come up to meet his own, he knows what to do. He’s reluctant at first, and then cautious. His gaze is locked with Alex’s, and he can see his best friend sucking in a breath as he gets closer.
Miles’ breath ghosts over Alex’s lips for a moment and they simultaneously close their eyes. The kiss is chaste and sweet - and only lasts a few moments. Miles pulls away but Alex’s hand is quickly placed on the back of his neck, holding him in place.
”Don’t-” Alex whispers and slowly pulls Miles back into the kiss.
And now, at this moment, Miles thinks of the first line in the second verse of that one song. But he pushes Alex onto his back in the grass, just like he pushes the thought out of his head.
Summertime made promises it knew it couldn’t keep.
Title: Hug
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miles/Alex
Word Count: 821
Summary: Written for prompt #37 on my prompt table.
Miles was beyond drunk, and all but stumbled through the heavily spray-painted door leading to the toilet. He swayed even when he stood still and had to sit down in order not to make a mess while peeing (he still had some sense).
He had consumed drink after drink and shot after shot with Alex and Cookie, and now his bladder was on the brink of bursting, or at least felt like it. The relief was heavenly and he stayed sat on the toilet seat for a bit longer than necessary. He sighed, stood up and repositioned his tight jeans - with some difficulty.
He could barely see straight and absent-mindedly navigated through the sea of people.
He knew he’d come here with the Monkeys and James to celebrate something; but he just couldn’t remember what. Everything was a haze at the moment...
He found himself wondering how he could’ve ended up so out of it, because he wouldn’t say he’d drunk more than the others. Then he vaguely remembered accepting a small, blue pill from a short guy who looked suspiciously like a younger version of Jim Broadbent. He stumbled over someone’s foot and giggled to himself at the memory; because it was possible that he’d just imagined it.
As the sea of people seemed to deepen, he felt a sudden urge to grip onto something - someone. It was curious; his fingers itched and his head spun. He found James and Nick a few feet away, but it didn’t feel right. It had to be someone worthy of his touch and embrace; and someone who would possibly hug him back.
He saw Jamie in the company of two girls, and Miles could swear that he was showing off his manly biceps. The girls were practically swooning and Jamie had a look of accomplishment on his face. Typical.
And then when he approached Matt, who was standing at the bar, his stomach fluttered. Because standing next to Matt, deep in conversation with him, was an oddly familiar looking girl. She had dark brown hair at a shoulder length and was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket (which was ridiculous because Miles felt like he was boiling).
Now, if Miles had, to some extent, been sober; he would’ve recognized his best friend in a heartbeat. He would’ve strolled over and ruffled his hair. “Alright, Al?” would’ve rolled off his tongue out of habit and he would’ve slung an arm over his skinny shoulders.
But in the dim half-light of the club and in Miles’ state of awareness; who wouldn’t have mistaken him for a girl?
Miles felt unusually confident and walked with determined steps. As Matt caught his eye, Miles winked, and Matt gave him a look of both confusion and amusement. He slid in next to this mysterious girl and put an arm around her waist.
”Alright, darling?” He asked, and Matt burst out laughing. But Miles paid no attention to him.
Alex turned around in surprise and just looked at him. “Miles?”
Miles was completely clueless and couldn’t help but wonder how she knew his name. But he didn’t ponder it for long. He moved to wrap both his arms around her slim waist and placed his chin gently on her shoulder.
”Mhm,” he sighed “This is nice.”
Matt was still engaged in a fit of laughter and Alex was tempted to ask Miles exactly what he was on, but Matt beat him too it.
”Had ourselves a bit of a snack, did we?” He choked out between spills of giggles.
Miles responded by pulling Alex -who he still thought was a very pretty girl- tighter, and buried his face in his brown, tousled hair.
”What the hell are you doing?” Alex was obviously amused as well, but not as much as he was confused.
”Mm, don’t act like you don’t want it.” Miles whispered in his ear confidently.
Matt snorted and pointed a finger at a more than confused Alex, still laughing.
Suddenly, Miles smirked and grabbed his friend’s shoulders, and forcefully turned him around. He winked at Matt once again before pressing his lips to Alex’s. Alex’s eyes widened considerably and Matt was practically on the floor, clutching his stomach.
Miles pressed Alex against the bar and for a moment he considered deepening the kiss. Alex had no idea what to do; should he gather up some strength and break free, or should he simply let himself be kissed? But before he had time to act, Miles pulled away. He slowly licked his lips and gave Alex a seductive smile.
”I’ll be back...” he said in a husky voice, and disappeared into the crowd.
Alex looked over at Matt as if to say “What the fuck just happened?” and Matt grinned at him.
“I have no fuckin’ idea, but if I were you, I’d seize the opportunity.” And with that he disappeared as well, stumbling and laughing.