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Alex woke the next morning to the sound of someone knocking at the door. He slipped out of bed and walked to the door, nearly tripping over the clothes he just managed to get off last night. He opened the door and rubbed his eyes.
"Yes?" He said, just before his eyes had adjusted to the sight before him.
"Thought you might need breakfast" Miles remarked as he drove the trolley of food into Alex's room. Alex took a step back and looked at Miles. He had gone for a no shirt and skinny jeans look, which was obviously settling quite well with Alex's morning mood.
"You seem to read my mind" Alex wandered over and placed a kiss on Miles cheek.
"Someone's feeling affectionate this morning" Miles said just before kissing Alex's cheek back.
"When am I not affectionate?" Alex replied as he ran his hand through his mop of hair. He grabbed the croissant from trolley and settled onto the settee.
"The band has decided to go out for the day and see the local sights. I guess you better come with us since you're reporting on the tour" Miles smirked and added a few drops of an unknown alcohol from his flask to his tall glass of orange juice. Alex watched Miles' Adam's apple bob as he gulped down every last drop.
"Oh... Sure, I'll come along. Although I just need to get changed before that"
"So do I la, I'm not in the correct attire for a day out in Manchester" Miles laughed as he handed Alex a drink. Alex smiled and downed the drink before he began walking to the shower.
"La?"
"Yeah Miles"
"You look gorgeous in the morning"
Alex turned just as his cheeks began to flush a burgundy red. He got into the shower and took a few deep breathes. Alex looked at himself in the mirror, as his wet hair covered his face. He really needed a haircut.
Miles knocked on the bathroom door. "Al, i really need to come in"
Alex quickly put a towel around his waist and opened the door. Miles rushed in and put his hand under the water. The clear water turned a shade of red as Miles washed his bleeding cut.
"Fuck Mi, what happened?" Alex exclaimed, grabbing the older mans hand and drying it. He found a large plaster and placed it over it, along with some antiseptic cream.
"I just cut it on the glass when I accidently dropped it" Miles replied, looking rather sorry for himself. Alex hugged him tight.
He smiled at Miles as he walking into the main room to clean the mess up.
"You do know you still have just a towel on?"
Alex laughed and stood up. "Is that a problem for you?" he said as he walked closer to Miles and put his arms around his neck. Alex closed the space between them, as their bare chests touched.
"Oh you know it's not la" Miles responded and placed a gentle kiss on Alex's neck. This was met with a small moan. Miles began kissing the soft skin then sucked gently on it. Alex was unable to hold back and unzipped Miles tight jeans. He ran a finger over his boxers and felt his cock pulsing.
Miles grabbed Alex's wrist tightly.
"Not now, but I'm all yours after the show".
Alex looked down, slightly upset. They both knew what they wanted. Each other.
Miles lifted Alex's chin and placed a soft, tender kiss on his lips. "We don't want anyone to know" Miles said softly, as he unlinked Alex's arms from his neck and began walking to the door. "15 minutes. Meet down in the lobby"
Alex stood there, half in shock and half wanting to run after Miles and pin him against the wall. He knew what he wanted, but then he remember. Hannah. There would always be Hannah, no matter what.
He slipped into some black, skinny jeans and navy blue button down. The day was set to be cold, so he put on his dark denim jacket. Alex looked at himself in the mirror. He ran his finger around his neckline and decided to unbutton the first 3 button. A little chest wouldn't hurt anyone.
Alex got into the elevator and went down to the lobby. He saw the band all standing there, with Miles laughing and pretending everything was normal.
He walked over and said his "hellos" to everyone.
Miles eyes met Alex's. Alex looked away and began talking to the drummer of the band. They set off down the high street, stopping at different shops.
Alex stood in front of the window to the local music shop, staring at the array of guitars they had. A beautiful red one in the corner took his fancy.
"I thought you already had a guitar?" Miles asked, as he let his hand linger on Alex's waist.
"Only an acoustic one at home. Also, I though you didn't want people to know" he said, moving Miles' hand away.
He turned to look at the taller man. He shouldn't have done that.
"Sorry La, I just got carried away. And I'm.. I'm sorry about this morning. I just didn't wanna rush anything, even if the moment felt right"
"It's ok. I probably shouldn't have anyway.." Alex's voice trailed off as he still looked at the guitar.
"Maybe a nice lass might buy that for you"
Alex hit Miles lightly and laughed. "Like that will ever happen"
The morning was eventful apart from fans in every shop wanting pictures with Miles. Alex became jealous at the way female fans placed their hands all over him and that Miles did not stop any of them.
"I'm gonna head off back to the hotel. Tell Miles I need to change before the show" Alex told the band and started walking back to the hotel.
He passed the music shop and saw that the guitar had gone. It obviously wasn't meant to be.
Alex walked up the steps to his room slowly and almost tripped as he thought about earlier.
He slipped his key into the lock and pushed against the door. Alex wandered slowly over to the fridge and pulled a cold beer from it. Before he could open it, he spotted something on the bed.
It was a black case with a note laying on it.
-A guitar for my favourite fuzzy haired Northerner
Xx Mi -