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“All aboard the Kane train...”
His eyes drooped in a way that a sober mans wouldn’t, and hair tickled his upper brow where it had yet to mat against his glistening forehead. The deep rumble of bass reverberated up his legs and into his chest where it fought the tempo of his heart beat, slow thumps pulsing in his ears.
“All aboard...the Kane train.”
Miles looked to his direction- Alex didn’t need to check to know that he had, for he could feel the eyes burning into his cheek and drunkenly filtering downwards. The crowd whistled sharply, and his body moved back and forth in an attempt to remind himself he was there to play.
Alex’s lips brushed the mic delicately, and he hesitated to say much else, instead choosing to hover close, his breath heavy and moistening the device. A hissed shush echoed through the stage, and he turned his head to meet Miles’ gaze, the scousers index finger pressing flat against his mouth. His eyes were dark- darker than Alex had ever noted them being, and he felt the back of his thighs ache at the prospect of having to wait till their set was over before he could have him in his own way.
Long legs sauntered his way, and in response Alex strummed his guitar in a cocky fashion, eyes unblinking as they followed Miles’ moving form. The volume picked up, and the audience cheered again as the gap between them shrank. He raised a suggestive brow to the scouser, and there was a hesitation in which Miles looked to the crowd then back to him before gifting one of his smiles reserved only for Alex before his lips shaped the word “later”.
Alex’s mouth dried, and he almost missed the cue to come in.
“Should’ve known little girl that you’d do me wrong.”
A wink was sent his way.
“Should’ve known by the way you were showing off.”
The scream of pure, unadulterated enthusiasm escaped Miles’ throat, and everything else blurred for the second and final time that night.
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Hands traced the wrinkles in his shirt, smoothing them out methodically and leaving traces of warmth. Behind him, the door handle to their dressing room pressed uncomfortable into his skin, and to relief his discomfort, he reached back to open in. Miles pushed forward, and without the security of the door Alex stumbled backwards, two hands carefully holding him up.
“Are you ok?”
The words were slurred, but not in an inebriated way. Alex pressed his forehead against Miles’ cheek, and no other confirmation was needed.
Hot breaths were shared in their close proximity, neither rushing to move in for a kiss and instead choosing to let their hands wander. Alex felt fingers trail down from his hips, lower and lower until they stroked the back of his thighs, palms only just resting on the curve of his behind.
“Can’t believe you actually wore these still.”
The sleek, black sailor pants he had donned for the festival brushed against his ankles, and no one could deny they fitted him exceptionally well. Miles showed his appreciation as his hands slid up a fraction and made a cupping motion, chancing himself a squeeze. Alex shivered as the force pressed his chest closer to his lover, and the anticipation that had been building up the entire evening hit him at full force.
The shorter of the two reached to close the door, and in a second he had Miles pinned to it. A surprised puff of air tickled his cheek and Alex made quick time to cover the lips that presented themselves before him. Digits fingered at the pastel blue blazer and Miles was right there with him as their collective effort had the offending article of clothing stripped off, leaving the scousers shoulders bare and at his mercy.
Miles kissed as though he were playing a guitar solo; there was a certain precision that made Alex’s hair stand on edge, yet enough passion and eagerness to convey the lust that had overcome him, exothermic as the air around them got hotter and harder to breathe in. A low groan escaped Miles’ throat, and he felt it oscillate down his body, straight to the heat sizzling in his stomach.
“We need...we should...fuck, the couch.”
Alex panted between each kiss, none less eager than the next. Miles grunted in response and started pushing him till the backs of his knees gently knocked against the plush velvet, and Alex pulled him down with him as he sank into the comfort of the couch.
“Okay?”
Miles nodded, adjusting himself in Alex’s lap.
“More than.”
Miles brought his lips close to Alex’s ear, and the latter felt his cheeks heat up with the promise of pleasant arousal.
“Can I make a confession?”
Alex could only respond with a mindless sound of affirmation, his eyes closing as teeth grazed his helix.
”This is all...I’ve been able to think about...since the gig...”
With each pause, he left a kiss on the exterior of his ear, slowly descending to the sharp corner of his jaw. A hand snaked between them, and calloused fingers undid the buttons of Alex’s trousers in a way that screamed experience.
“What was it you said earlier, hm?”
The look Miles gave him made Alex break out into a grin, and he started untucking the tank top from the scousers trousers.
“All aboard the Kane train?”
They cackled naughtily. Hands snaked up the inside of Miles’ shirt, simply feeling up his sides, finger tips ghosting down his ribs and making his stomach convulse from the ticklish sensation. Alex would’ve made a cheeky remark at the way he angled his body to try avoid the attack, though at that moment a solid pressure pushed up against the source of his pleasure, and he dropped his head back against the couch with a whine. Miles grinned triumphantly, and his hand palmed the shaft over the thin fabric of Alex’s boxers confidently, watching his face contort with pent up frustration with the craving for more.
A thumb swept over the tip, straining against the confinement and leaving a dark, wet mark of pure pruriency.
“Shit...you bastard.”
Alex hissed. Miles bit his lip to prevent the groan that threatened to escape from how wrecked the singer already sounded. He removed his hand, and a protest was on the horizon.
“Gettin’ a bit uncomfortable here, Al.” Miles climbed off of his lap to fall besides him, and both of them got the message as articles of clothes were swiftly discarded till they were left in their boxers. Alex groaned quietly, arms raised as he stretched, and Miles let his eyes run down his chest, never unimpressed by the lean muscle and honeyed skin- those days spent fucking about on the beach under the blazing noon sun paid off.
“Like what ya see?”
Alex flushed a gorgeous red under the attention, but his cocky smirk never left him. Miles hummed appreciatively and leaned over to kiss his shoulder and along his collarbone till Alex was arching his neck up for more. He left a gentle peck on the column of his throat, satisfied when he felt the bob of his Adam’s apple.
“Quit teasin’ me Mi.”
“Can’t help it...you look so good when I do.”
The words were hummed into Alex’s throat, and teeth travelled back to the corner of his jaw, a hand coming up to cup the cheek opposite so that he could tilt the singers face just that bit more for accessibility. Miles breathed hotly over the area before gently sucking a bruise into the skin.
“Shit...Miles, thats gonna leave a mark.”
The trace of concern underneath the whisper was barely there, but Miles was quick to remove his lips, tonguing gently over the tender flesh. Alex chuckled, squirming away from the ticklish sensation.
“Ok ok! Bloody vampire.”
The scouser only responded with his best grin, nose scrunching up to try flex his canines and tongue poking out in a mocking manner. Alex brought his hand up to push his face away, shaking his head with mere fondness. Strong arms opposed this, pulling him closer till Alex swung a leg over Miles’ thighs, bracketing them snugly.
He wiggled playfully against him before looking behind himself to the dressing room door.
“Imagine if...if someone walked in right now, hm?” Miles raised a brow at the daring thought, and Alex turned back to him, a smirk daunting his face.
“It ain’t like the band doesn’t already know, Al. Wouldn’t be a huge deal.”
Alex shook his head.
“It’d be funny though, right? Imagine it.”
At that, Alex started to grind against Miles, and with the grinding came loud, obnoxious moaning. “Oh yeah! Oh Miles, you’re so big and hard! Fuck yes, yes! Nghh, please, please do it harder!”
Miles started laughing and moved a hand to cover the others lips, though this only encouraged Alex as he licked a long stripe against the palm, his own hand coming up to clamp around the guitarists wrist, effectively trapping it there. Miles, never the one to back down from a challenge, responded by slipping a finger between the singers coral lips, and the moaning ceased.
Alex swirled his tongue around the finger, caressing the calloused pad of its tip. His eyes burned into Miles’ as he did so, and he couldn’t help but admire the golden obsidian the scousers had turned, feeling the desire to drown himself in oceans of the erotic shade.
His cock strained hard against his briefs, the grinding doing sod all to relieve him.
“I think you should fuck me.”
The eyes turned darker, if possible, and Alex could already feel the impending ache in his thighs for the following morning to come. Hands smoothed down his waist, catching on his taut boxers, resting comfortably on his behind and squeezing gently. Alex sucked a breath in, and Miles used the tips of his thumbs to slowly peel away the tight fabric, journeying the offending article of clothing down the singers thighs and under his knees, promptly chucking them somewhere out of sight.
With the freedom of complete accessibility, Miles grasped the base of Alex’s cock, stroking with intention as trembles wracked throughout the latter’s loins.
“Miles it’s- oh fuck- need lube, nngh-“ Alex panted at the ceiling, head thrown back and enough alcohol in his blood for the pleasure to feel amplified despite the dry strokes. Miles hummed a sign of acknowledgment and briefly stopped to reach down in the neighbouring split between two couch cushions. Alex watched with amazement as his hand ascended with a half used bottle of lube. Miles caught his bafflement and winked.
“For emergencies.”
And with that, he popped the cap and poured a generous amount into his hand. The scouser thumbed over the pink tip of Alex’s cock, feeling pleased in the way it jumped at the touch. Alex watched between their bodies, breath heavy with lust. The hand trailed down to the base, past his balls till he could feel a slick finger softly prodding at his entrance, drawing circle around the rim and enticing him for more. Miles watched his face, the way his eyelids fluttered close as he let the feeling tingle throughout his body.
“Miles…”
Alex sighed. Miles inhaled sharply.
“Love it when you say my name.”
He kissed his shoulder, teething at the skin that begged to be marked as his middle finger continued to tease, relaxing the outer muscle til Alex was trembling.
“Please.”
Well. Miles couldn’t say no to that. The finger halted, and he waited just that moment extra to keep Alex keening before breaching the muscle slowly. He felt Alex’s fingers tighten around his shoulders, and he halted.
“Ok?”
“Yeah…keep going.”
The singer nodded and Miles continued til he was knuckle deep in the surreal tightness.
“Relax, Al…f’me?”
His free hand returned between their bodies and gripped Alex’s cock, now slick and hot from the lack of direct stimulation. Miles’ hand pumped up and down as his finger started to motion in and out of the entrance, and Alex cried as the digit curled just at the right angle inside him, heat both simultaneously rushing down then up to flush his cheeks a pretty pink. His hips wiggled eagerly, conflicted whether to grind down onto the finger or buck up into Miles’ hand.
“Fuck…oh fuck…right there.”
With Alex’s moans loud in his ear, the scouser braced his thumb against skin as he pushed in his ring finger to join the other one. Alex hissed at the stretch, body halting a moment.
“Shit, gimme a second…been a while yeah?”
Miles hummed, continuing his ministrations on the singers cock, trailing a line down with his point finger before coming back up to rub wetly underneath the head. Alex’s hips jerked as he continued to massage the sensitive area.
“Wait ah~ you can- oh god….you can move- fuck! Stop that I wont last you bastard.” Alex grips desperately at his wrist and Miles feels his own neglected desire pulse in his boxers at the thought. He removes his hand and used it to grab the bottle of lube from besides him, sitting straighter as he reached round to squeeze a healthy amount at the top of Alex’s crack, running down to where his fingers were snugly inserted and dripping onto his own thighs.
Alex shivered and gave Miles a mean look, though it quickly faltered as the fingers started to move again, catching globs of lubricant as they came out to slick his insides. Pads grazed his prostate with every slide in and Alex bit hard into the scousers shoulder, eliciting a gasp from the latter. His hand snaked down past his own cock and into Miles boxers, hand moist and welcoming as he attempted to match the speed at which he was being opened.
“Hurry please…”
Alex whispered, and immediately he felt the strain of a third finger, though with his cock pulsing and prostate being massaged so torturously, he couldn’t care less as his hips ground down. Miles groaned as the hand around his desire tightened.
“God you should’ve seen yourself on that stage…looked so gorgeous Al. All i could think about was this-“
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
Miles laughed wheezily and let his fingers slip out, Alex’s breath hitching as he clenched around nothing. His dark eyes looked into the Miles’ own as he pulled down his boxers, freeing the scousers cock that radiated heat and want. The pop of the lube cap broke the staring contest, and Miles hissed as the cold shock of the liquid trailing down his cock fizzled through his spine.
Alex smoothed the lubricant over the hot flesh and Miles brought his hands round to cup his lovers bottom, pulling him closer. The singer teased the head at the rim of his entrance, rubbing in deft circles that tickled Miles’ itch for pleasure too perfectly.
“Say please?” Alex drawled in that Sheffield cockiness Miles was far too familiar with- though who was he to deny such a request?
“Prettiest of pleases.”
And with that, hot, tight warmth enveloped the tip of his cock and the air was pushed out of his lungs in an attempt to distract himself from the possibility of immediately blowing his load. Alex inhaled sharply as he slowly lowered himself down and down…til finally the torture ceased and his bottom sat snug against Miles’ trembling thighs.
“Fucking hell…you need a minute?” Alex didn’t answer, instead pulling his thighs up till only the tip remained past the tight ring of muscle, only to slam back down with such a brutal force that Miles had to grip the singers arm for leverage.
“Shit you minx- do that again and I’ll fucking cum.”
“Just admit that you can’t handle me~”
Alex purred as he ground down shallowly.
“Oh yeah?” Miles inquired as he started to match his thrusts, bucking into the pleasure subconsciously. Alex’s smirk quickly dissolved as his lips opened prettily, eyebrows furrowed upwards as waves of bliss washed over his body. Miles let his hands rest on the healthy swell of Alex’s hips, letting out a breathy laugh almost as a form of foreshadowing as he shifted his angle ever so slightly before bucking up into the heat with brutally smooth thrusts.
“Oh- oh! Fuck! M-m-fuck oh christ Miles there right fucking there god please!” Pushing himself down to meet every thrust without fail, Alex searched for purchase on Miles shoulders, his head drooping down as tried to swallow the sounds aching to leave his lips. Sweat ran down the bridge of his nose before falling in droplets onto the tensed and flushed muscles of Miles’ stomach.
Miles bit his lip, adoring the singers concentration and feeling an overwhelming urge to break it. He released his right hand from the whitening grip on Alex’s hip, instead letting it fold around the others cock, moist and shining with slick in a now painful shade of red. One firm tug sent Alex trembling, his thighs shaking with both exertion and impending orgasm. Two more and a sharp angled thrust against Alex’s prostate had the singer stuttering profanities as ripped from him was ribbon after ribbon of cum, his body convulsing uncontrollably with what felt like no intention of stopping. His hole twitched, tightening sweetly around Miles’ own desire and the scousers voice could barely catch up as he came hard into his lover, unloading his soul with it as his vision whitened. He thrust up desperately, clinging onto every last drag of pleasure til it became too much and the man in his arms began to shake and gasp from the overstimulation.
Alex felt his body collapse into Miles, his cock still twitching against their hips as he tried to catch his breath. Miles laughed into his shoulder before hissing as his singer tightened reflexively around his spent cock.
“Mmmm…needed that…needed you.” Alex sighed, inhaling softly against Miles’ neck, drinking in the scent of sex greedily. Miles felt his chest rumble with agreement, and he pulled Alex back to kiss him languidly, tongue running lazily over his raw and worried lip, now an erotic shade of scarlet. Alex pulled back, and Miles thought he looked rather innocent before he opened his mouth.
“Again?”
Fin