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"Huh. Your name means 'soldier.' That's interesting, innit?"
Miles looked over at Alex. "Sure, I s'pose. And, if I remember right, yours means summat like 'protector of men.' And here we are, BMB's. It were meant to be, in a cosmic sense."
"BMB's?" Alex's brow furrowed and his nose wrinkled. "Is that some new weird Scouse word I dunno about?"
Miles sniggered and curled his fingers around the crown of Alex's head to pull him closer. For a moment, his fingers sat around Alex's head like a halo. "My god," he murmured breathlessly. "You are so beautiful…"
"Er, thanks." Alex smiled and shifted his eyes down to the duvet, shivering when Miles brushed his lips across his nose, cheekbone, and throat. You are, too, he thought, but couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud.
"Anyway…" Miles hummed and cupped Alex's chin in his hand. "No, it's not 'some new weird Scouse word.' It's just summat I made up just now. 'Best mates with benefits.' What do ya think of tha'?"
Alex breathed out sharply. "What do I think? I think you've had a few too many. Or I haven't had enough. Let me up, Mi."
Alex reluctantly shrugged out of his hold and stood at the side of the bed, shivering. Miles looked him up and down, his blush noticeable even in the dimness when his eyes rested between Alex's legs, the bulge straining against the black cotton of his underwear.
Alex noticed him looking and glowered at him. "Miles! Can you please try not to be so obvious?"
Miles laughed and lifted the duvet. "Come back to bed, Al. I s'pose you want me to apologise for having a totally normal, biological reaction. You didn't seem to mind so much last night when I had your cock in my mouth. You're getting soft on me, lad." He lifted his eyebrows suggestively. Alex had to fight the urge to walk over and smooth them with his fingertips.
Slightly chastened, Alex scoffed and slid back into bed beside Miles, who wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. He held him so closely that Alex could feel the soft brush of his eyelashes on his skin.
"I'm sorry. I dunno what's come over me. What's going on with me. With us. It's too bloody…difficult."
Miles laughed softly and kissed him close mouthed. "Don't say that. Don't apologise. What's difficult about it? You're me best mate. We've known each other since we were 19. We formed a band together. In all that time, except for a few drunken handjobs in France when we were making the first record, we didn't mess around. Now, we're flatmates who just happen to share a bed and fuck once in a while. Er, once a day or so. And then only blowjobs, so not even the full monty. Look, Al, if at any time you want to stop this, just say the words."
Alex sighed and ran his tongue over Miles's lips. "Who said anything about stopping?"