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5 years later…
Nickolas O’Malley licked his thumb and index finger, pinching the corner of this hour’s crisp aspect sheet.
Having scanned the bulk - the ache of his eyelids a testament to the heavy workload - the lad finished off the closing page, more or less skimming the ending, eager to terminate another meticulous heap of data.
Once the lad concluded the document to be satisfactory, he keenly set the modest pile aside, stretching his stiff hands above his head as the late hour caught up to him.
It was nights like this one that had the apprentice wishing he was back in London, under the direction of the very legend whose findings he was currently raking over.
Nick would surely perish before complaining about his tasks, and yet, couldn’t help the way such isolation affected his ever-turning mind. It made him wonder how Miles had done it for so long.
Removing his owlish glasses, the young student rubbed his impossibly heavy eyes, sighing tiredly as he leant back in his desk chair. The itch for a cigarette sparked up as the motions of fatigue swam inside him.
Standing from the cesspool of precious stats, marked charts and scribbled coordinates, O’Malley allowed another heavy exhale to leave him as he cracked the joints in his hands - a habit he’d picked up as a child. He blinked his doey eyes wider, sliding his circular glasses home as the lad tucked his seat in, flicking the office lamp off.
Much like any other night, Nick had his routine to follow; the monitor he held over Kane’s tech was extensive.
Entering the main unit of his mentor’s lab, O’Malley studied the series of sheet-occupied tabletops, deciding to straighten his findings out for an easier start tomorrow.
Tucking his pesky curls behind one ear, Nick set about sorting his data into digestible chunks, sighing as his rolex read three in the morning. Soon, he grumbled internally, the spit of the Arizonian sun would grace him once more with it’s scorching presence. Another tip of the hat to Miles for having survived in such a climate for so long. Though perhaps it was simply the sleep deprivation that had Nick so worked up--
The lad is torn from the thought when the sound of an impact so forceful, so piercing, has him recoiling from his work, slicing his finger with a deft papercut he pays no attention to.
The crash of metal against earth cracked hard from outside the lab; the low, forceful blow suggesting a fair distance, though the shake of the table said otherwise.
Nick’s eyes doubled in size, his heart gunning in his chest as the rush of adrenaline diluted his chemistry.
His breathing sharpened as the young man’s mind raced to supply him with explanations, his shoulders bunching up as his fists clenched either side of him.
Nick’s first guess jumped to the thick-headed bikers who often abused the empty dirt roads, grinding out donuts and or pissing contests...though, he pondered wearily, what kind of a motorbike sent the ground growling when it tumbled?
Next his logic implied something more large-scale; perhaps a faulty satellite had gone rogue and this was what had scared the shit out of him... this theory too refused sit right, all rational reaction draining rapidly from the cosmologist as anxiety settled in.
Nick’s pulse did backflips as he stiffly moved inch by hesitant inch towards the central sliding door. He lost the nerve halfway across the room, reaching into his coat pocket for his phone. He searched his contacts for Kane’s personal line. Finding it, Nick tapped the icon before holding the device to his ear, his hand trembling slightly.
As the dial-tone rang through his mind, Nick tried to remain as collected as he could. This reaction was nothing but the result of having been out here for too long; his mind punishing him with illogical fear. This was nothing, he was being a--
His heart stopped when the outdoor sensor was triggered, and the external lights shot on.
Nick distantly noted the moment he dropped his phone, and the second it hit the hardwood floor.
The sight of two nightly fingers emerging from the darkness paused Nick’s entire being. His mind digging for some sense of territory over the lab - should he be fetching that pistol Miles kept in the safe? If this was some elaborate robbery - and this was honestly his reaction to it - Nick wouldn’t blame Kane for firing his wimp ass.
Suddenly it’s the bodies of two young men that charge towards the building, the slightest one seeming so oddly familiar to Nick, almost recognizable as the boy pulled his friend by the arm, his pace determined, almost desperate.
The apprentice's figure stood in the middle of Miles’ lab, solid and unmoving as the strangers entered the spotlight of the outer-projection.
The taller one flashed blue eyes and sandy hair under the harsh glare, his wide eyes adventurous and undecided, an amazed look on his innocent face. The second man struck down in complete contrast to his companion; his dark-eyed sight fixed to the lab’s entrance, his step certain, almost acquainted with the layout, which sent O’Malley spiraling - the exclusivity to Miles’ lab was ineffable, there were corners even he wasn’t granted access to.
Nick’s life was near close to flashing past his eyes when the two men, both dressed in pale, patched, unidentifiable spacesuits, became meters from the door, which of course, he hadn’t bothered locking.
Just as the peak of O’Malley’s horror spiked, and the young intern briefly regretted not having done up his will, Nick was once more jumping in scare as both men blindly slammed into the glassdoor.
The almost comedic silence that followed allowed the whirling of the faroff engine to sound through the room, reminding Nick of how quiet his evening had been going. There was somewhat of a standoff as the three men stared at each other, all three of them equally confused. The blonde tentatively reached out a hand to touch the glass door, as if he’d never encountered one before. Nick, in any other situation, would have laughed at the scene unfolding in front of him, but now he was cemented in his place with equal parts fear and bewilderment. Finally, the blonde one spoke. “Will you, turn your force field off? We mean no harm.” He flashed Nick an innocent smile, which only served to make him further furrow his brows in confusion. The man beside the gentle looking blonde rolled his eyes, and crossed his arms in annoyance. “Where’s Miles?”
The name snapped Nick out of his trance, and he was now analyzing how these two men, who he had never seen before, could possibly know the exact location of Miles’ lab, knowing only a few close others where given the information. “Who are you?” Nick found himself asking, once again looking over the two men on the other side of the very much unlocked door.
“Who are you ?” The dark haired man parroted, “this is Miles’ lab.”
“Can you please let us in?” The blonde spoke up again, and Nick decided that he’d much rather handle this man than his annoyed partner. He slowly walked to the door and slid it open, stepping away for the men to come inside. They took a hesitant step forward, reaching out to make sure they would not be met again with an invisible force. Nick watched in disbelief as the men walked inside, the blonde looking around in wonder, and the other with a small smile on his face, almost as if he’d been here before .
“So…” Nick began cautiously, wondering why on earth he’d actually let them in, perhaps the lack of sleep had seriously injured his decision making abilities. “You know Miles?”
The men turned to face him, and the brunette spoke. “I know him very well, we’re in love.” The man said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly at Nick.
“I’m sorry?” Nick asked, realizing he actually might have just let two mentally insane people into Miles’ lab, I’m definitely getting fired . “He’s my…” The man continued, gesturing with his hands as he tried to find the word he was looking for, “my person? My boy?” Still gazing around the room, the man’s eyes landed on a picture frame, and his eyes lit up. “See! Here we are!” It was one of the many pictures Miles had taken during one particularly hot summer, with one particular alien.
Suddenly, everything came crashing down as Nick finally pieced together the information, why this man looked familiar, how he knew where this lab was, and, he supposed, why they didn’t know what a glass door was. “Wait,” he began, his eyes wide, “ you’re him! ”
Alex nodded slowly and went to pick up the picture frame. “How long as it been?”
“Well,” Nick started, trying to remember the timelines of events passed. “It's been five years ‘spose.”
“Where is he?” Alex asked again, and Nick finally remembered his forgotten, likely shattered, phone on the ground. It was vibrating wildly against the hardwood floor of the lab, and thankfully, the caller was Miles. He picked up the phone quickly, answering immediately.
“Mr. Kane, I’m so sorry for calling you at this hour, sir-“ Alex shot Jamie a questioning glance at the use of Mr. Kane , knowing he always insisted on everyone calling him Miles. Alex zeroed in on hearing the voice on the other side of the line, picking up the undeniable lifts of the Scouser’s voice. A voice he hadn’t heard in five years. “It’s just, I think this is very important. You see, I’ve had quite the shock tonight-“ Alex then heard Miles interrupt, asking if the young intern was alright. “I’m fine, sir. Everything’s fine. Um, Alex, your Alex, is here. He came back.”
There was a long silence on the other end, and Nick glanced up nervously at the two men in front of him. “No sir, not a joke in the slightest. Would you like to talk to him?” Alex’ head jerked up at Nick’s words, and he was taking the phone out of Nick’s hand before he’d barely even begun to hand it over. The next second he was gone, leaving to go to the bedroom he and Miles once shared.
“Hello?” Alex greeted once he’d shut the door, sitting down on the bed as he knew his legs would give out as soon as Miles spoke to him.
“Alex?” Miles’ voice cracked ungraciously as he spoke, “are you really back?”
“I’m here. But you’re not? Where are you?” Alex was growing impatient, all he wanted was to be with Miles, immediately, forever.
“I’m in London, I was transferred after you left.”
“Where is that? Is it far?” Alex cursed himself for not brushing up on Earth geography before he came back.
“It’s a long way away, baby.” Alex melted at the sound of his favorite pet name, but didn’t fail to notice the sad tone in Miles’ voice.
“I’ve missed you so much. I don’t wanna wait any longer…” Alex promised himself he wouldn’t cry, so he steeled himself, determined to get to Miles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it taken care of. You’ll be here before you know it, ok?” Miles’ voice was still shaking, but he kept himself together for Alex’ sake. “I’m getting your plane tickets right now, I’ll have Nick come with you so you’re not alone.”
A flick of jealousy sparked in Alex when he mentioned Nick, making him throw a glance towards the door. “Who is Nick? Is he… your boy now?” Dread began to creep up the back of Alex’ spine, he hadn’t even considered the option of Miles finding someone else while he was gone.
“No!” Miles chuckled on the other side, “he’s my intern, he works for me. You’re my boy, always.”
They talked for a bit longer before reluctantly hanging up, Miles once again assuring that they would be together as soon as possible. After the call, Alex let out a shaky breath, steadying himself before joining the other two men in the main room.
He’d waited so long for this very moment, and worked so hard to get back to Earth, he almost thought he was dreaming the entire thing. Looking around the bedroom was like stepping back in time, it had hardly changed at all since he left.
This was the bed they fell in love in. The bed they shared countless lazy days in, and the bed they almost broke by making too much love in. Relishing in the moments they spent together, Alex felt the familiar warming sensation on his cheeks, his azure birthmarks coming back to life after so long.
As he made his way slowly back, he heard the voices of Nick and Jamie chatting politely about space travel.
“What did he say?” Nick asked once he spotted Alex in the doorway.
“He’s getting us all plane tickets to London. You’re coming with us.” Alex said plainly, reserving all his strength for the rest of their journey. Hearing Alex say, you’re coming with us, made the smile fall on Nick’s face.
“I’m flying too?” Nick hated flying, which is one of the reasons he was stuck studying the stars on the ground. He flunked out of his astronaut selection program during the centrifuge tests. Just as he was about to open his mouth to argue, his phone lit up with an email from Miles, attached to it their plane tickets. He checked the boarding time, and they had little less than an hour until they needed to head to the airport to arrive promptly to check in time. Nick hastily packed his things, while Alex and Jamie stood and waited, having no luggage of their own. One thing Alex did bring, however, was the picture of himself and Miles, gently taking it from the picture frame and sliding it into the breast pocket of his spacesuit. Once Nick was ready, they climbed into Miles’ Jeep Wrangler, and speedily headed on to their red eye flight.
-
Not even the perk of first-class was enough to steer Nick from his revulsion.
The human seemed to Alex, thoroughly committed to his distaste for flying. This, the boy studied from his puffy, reclinable airline seat.
Backrest straight as a board, with his fingers linked in his lap, Alex gazed out the blue window, his racing mind overriding any temptation to indulge in his surroundings.
“Alex!” His fellow space-traveller hollered from across the aisle, his tone that same eager, enthralled pitch Alex radiated his first time ‘round.
Now the young alien had far greater occupations weighing in his mind. Yes. Enormous pockets of space in his head that wondered so desperately what his Miles, his love, his life was doing.
As far as Alex was concerned, his mission had yet to be completed.
Returning to Earth had certainly taken more than Alex’ gravitational pull to his human, 5 years Nick had told him. Such a mass of unmoving time and restless rebuilding - perfecting his landing was on the lad’s to do list, alright - and travel, such anxious venturing in search for the green and blue orb.
Only to find his homebase, his nest - empty of the one he searched for.
Although the boy had allowed himself to trust this Nick human, and did genuinely believe they were being taken to Miles, Alex couldn’t keep from the nerves that raked his body. His frame jittery, limbs stiff with anticipation as the air-vehicle speared gently through the clouds.
Now, as anxious as the boy was for reuniting with his love, Alex could not deny Nick’s competing hysteria: bouncing his knee where the human clutched a bottle of golden brown.
“Al!” His friend reiterated, holding up a bottle of prettily packaged champagne, his face beaming as he used his teeth in an attempt to bite the cap off.
“N-don’t, uh…” Alex opposed gingerly, his eyes travelling to find Nick coddling that whiskey urn, his soft face blooming an even fairer shade of stress.
Figuring he’d kill two birds with one stone, Alex grabbed Jamie’s attention and ticked his head towards Nick, wordlessly suggesting he offer an olive-branch to the lad.
Jamie shook his head quickly, his eyes wide and alarmed. To his friend’s hesitancy, Alex smirks, rolling his eyes the way Miles did when the record would skip.
“Uh, Nick?” Alex pried, cautiously interrupting the man’s close-eyed meditation, that of which seemed solely for the purpose of not throwing up.
He sighed in relief when the lad opened his eyes, those dark orbs glassed over due to the bottle between his hands.
“Y-yes, Alex?” He stuttered out, sitting up a little straighter though making a nauseated expression when he moved. His knuckles were white where they clutched the whiskey, so Alex cleared his throat, “can you open…” Alex trailed off, leading the way with his eyes to his friend who was defensively holding the champagne to his chest.
Nick narrowed his eyes at what the young lad had meant, then blinked a little wider once spotting his predicament. “Oh, er, s-sure.” He affirmed with an unwell coat to his tone, offering out a hand from where he sat across the space.
The shyer alien’s eyes scurried back to Alex who lifted his eyebrows, far too employed by his own internal agitation. Then he smiled comfortingly, separating himself from his tension. “S’okay,” Alex relayed softly, “he won’t ‘urt you.” Recalling his own past doubts on strange men, finding he’d captured a way to navigate. If Miles trusts him, Alex trusted him.
The newcomer alien watched as Alex cocked his head in the direction of Nick once more, encouraging his friend one last time before returning his sight to the oval window.
Summoning his wits as he stood, the foreigner neared the ill-looking human hesitantly. Looking away when handing the bottle of sparkling liquid over, the tourist of earth crossed his arms as the man collected the... champagne it was called.
Nick robotically popped the cap, momentarily ripped from his ghoulish state when both boys yelped at the sharp pop, the cork flying down the aisle. He watched as Alex figured what the burst had been, looking off and away from the thought. Nick could hear the deft noise in the alien’s head as the big stared down at his hands. How human he looked in that anticipation.
“Th-thanks, Nick…” Alex’ friend mumbled meekly, tugging the lad from his study of the boy to face the other, less certain alien.
Nick noted the visitor’s look; he’d had a fleeting thought to get the boys out of their space garments before hitting the road, handing Alex the photo in his suit.
Alex had seemed to already know his way around Miles’ wardrobe, finding both himself and his friend acceptably normal arrangements of apparel. Nick had stepped out of the boy’s way, wordlessly agreeing that dress-shirts and trousers were always an amicable bet.
Nick nodded to the shy creature before pressing the untouched bottle to his own lips, pulling down a needy, greedy dose. Peering down to the floor, the lad mentally hissed at the sight of a cloudy mark where the foam had drooled over the plane’s carpeting.
Removing the lip of the bottle from his mouth, Nick panted softly, absently pushing the bubbly to the not-man’s stomach as he caught up with the amount of distance between him and the ground. Before the young cosmologist’s catastrophizing can expand however, the sound of the lad standing above him coughing interrupts his spiralling.
Nick’s eyes quickly dart up to the man who cringes around the taste of the sparkling wine, pushing the bottle back into Nick’s hold as he repressed gags, wincing at the residue of the taste.
“Why didn’t you warn me it was poison?” The man accused, coughing as he took the seat across from Nick, shaking his head disapprovingly. “What a painful taste.” He scolded, licking his lips sourly as he eyed the bottle. Nick heard himself chuckle, downing another volume of the stuff to find the alien making another disgusted face.
“Oh c’mon, it ain’t that bad.” He argued, huffing a laugh when the lad crossed his arms indifferently. Nick shook his head almost fondly, sighing as a little chord of dread wormed back into his stomach. Breathe, he told himself, breathe or pass out mate - your choice.
“What’s wrong with you?” He heard the lad sitting with him inquire, his tone as curious as they come.
Nick couldn’t blame the creature for his alert nature, the lad himself couldn’t possibly imagine what the alien could be thinking - on a planet he know close to nothing about.
“Nowt.” Nick sighed, leaning back in his seat, “wot’s goin’ on with yer mate...Alex?”
The other lad shrugged slowly, clamming up the slightest at the mention of his friend. “Dunno really, summat wrong with ‘is…” he trailed off in search for the word, “ye know, beating red thing?” He said, pointing to Nick’s chest.
“His...heart?” Nick verged in a dumb guess, folding one leg over the other before his empty vomit bag fell to the floor.
“Yeah, that’s the one!” The lad nodded, “been waiting ages to see ‘is Miles…” he continued, crossing one leg over the other as Nick had, most likely in an attempt to mimic his human-manner. “The, uh…” he sighed thinkingly, looking up to the ceiling as if the rest of his sentence was etched up there, “lu-lub? L...lo... love. Love.”
“What ‘bout it?” Nick wondered, inhaling sharply as the plane dipped in a spot of turbulence. He bounced his leg and cracked his knuckles, watching as the spaceman opened his mouth to speak. “Jamie, c’mere.” Alex poked in, halting Jamie’s speil on the boy’s innermost thoughts. The lad zipped his lips, standing without another word to cross the little room. He smiled apologetically to Alex as he settled next to the boy, who put an arm around him, a gesture Nick could labeled as protective.
By some freak of nature, the plane eventually kissed the earth once more, allowing Nick to release the breath he’d held through the entirety of their flight.
Inhaling a chilly, comforting lungful of Britain's remedying air, the lad soon found he had to more or less latch one hand to each of the boy’s arms, steering the pair towards their lift.
“‘ow were yer flight, Sir?” The escorting lad asked curtly, eyeing the two men with O’Malley oddly, unbeknown to their relevance to earth’s ravelling history. His thick accent alone expelled the remainder of Nick’s homesickness, “it were fine.” He mumbled, gasping when he saw that both Alex and Jamie had wandered over to an airport tech kiosk.
“Lads!” He scolded like a mother hen, waving them back over with a comically exhausted air. Alex navigated Jamie to the door as Nick and the other one led the way, finding a black, snake of a limousine awaiting the trio.
-
The drive to Miles’ London residence was too long, blurs of grey and bursts of light wiped by the limo’s steady speed. Alex felt his underlying itch to jot each occurence down into his memory, much like Jamie was doing as Nick relayed the exposé of the 21st century city; all that the glistening lights had to offer under the location’s commercial romance.
The boy himself knew next to nothing of this crowded metropolis, much less the beings that inhabited the bustling Capital...and yet, Alex’ mind was pooled in a hopeful moat of prevision, his memories with Miles resurfacing in an attempt to assure the boy, remind Alex how right this new world would feel once Miles was holding him.
“How do you say it again?” Alex heard Jamie wonder behind him as the limousine weaved it’s length through traffic, his eyes staring down to the road’s lines and artery, in his own, waiting world.
Nick sighed, “Big. Ben.” The intern paraphrased, the strain to his voice suggesting how long he’d been answering the lad’s queries.
“Right!” Jamie nodded knowingly, “and how big-”
“Oh, look we’re here.” Nick then breathed, butting into both Jamie’s audit, and Alex’ jittery preconception.
As soon as the limousine came to a halt in front of Miles’ stately home, Alex darted out, making his way up the marble front steps and trying the sturdy, red painted mahogany door. When it didn’t immediately yield to him, he resorted to knocking, loudly , as Jamie and Nick got out of the car. Alex paused his knocking to look back to see if the other men had caught up to him, and right as he was about to continue his hammering, the door swung open.
Miles was right there, his Miles, standing in front of him. He was almost exactly the same; he had kept the cropped haircut, he had the same crooked smile, delicate hands, and soft eyes. But Alex couldn’t help but notice the fine lines which had appeared slightly around his eyes and mouth; he looked older in a way that distinguished him. In that very moment it hit him, just how long it had really been. Time goes by slower for Alex and his species, but for Miles, as human as he is, it kept that breakneck pace.
They stood and stared at each other, Alex couldn’t estimate how long they stayed there, gazes locked.
Nick and Jamie kept a respectable distance, both knowing how precious this occasion was.
Finally, the corners of Miles lips pulled into a huge smile, and at that same time, all the strength and stoicism Alex protected himself with during this unknown journey fell away, and his chest hitched in a sob as he threw himself into Miles’ arms. He clutched onto Miles as tightly as he could without hurting him. He buried his face into Miles’ neck, hot tears hitting his skin as Alex finally released every fear, every doubt, and every ounce of pain he had felt during their separation.
As his tears flowed, Miles held him, an arm around his waist protectively while his other hand was hidden in Alex’ hair.
The years spent apart were a distant memory now, a bad dream, erased as they finally touched, finally breathed each other in, finally found home again.
Still standing at the edge of the walkway, Nick and Jamie looked on, not daring to even consider making their presence known. Silently, Nick turned to the man beside him, “So, would you like to go see Big Ben? Leave these two lovebirds alone?”
“Oh, I didn’t notice any birds… only Alex and Miles.”
Nick furrowed his brows before remembering himself, and then he smiled politely. “Right, um, Big Ben then, yeah?”
“Right! We should probably give them some space,” Jamie nodded at Alex and Miles, “...and those birds you were talking about.”
Their leave of absence was hardly noticed by their comrades, who were still lost in each other’s embrace.
“Alex…” Miles spoke into his hair, “I can’t believe you’re really here…”
“It’s been so long, I thought I’d never get to see you again,” Alex sniffled, nuzzling deeper into the crook of Miles’ neck.
“I stayed up every night, watching the stars, hoping I’d see you… I almost refused to move to London, because I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to find me. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for a single moment. You’re in my dreams, my daydreams, every waking moment…” His voice cracked as he started to shed a few tears of his own, so blissfully conscious of every place Alex was touching him, his breath on his skin, the smell of his hair.
Everything was different now, so much had changed completely, but this felt like taking a step back in time, where nothing mattered besides whether or not they were holding each other.
Miles had gained fame, prestige, and a nice fortune since Alex left, but this was the single most content moment he’d felt in five years. None of the awards he had received on behalf of his research on alien life meant half as much as Alex did, right there, in his arms.
After a satisfactory period, once Miles knew Alex wouldn’t vanish from his arms like he had so many times before in his dreams, he finally let go and held Alex at an arm’s length.
Unlike Miles, Alex was almost exactly like the boy he’d found five years ago. Same delicate and feminine features, big doe eyes, and dark blue constellations traced along his cheekbones.
The only difference was his hair, which had changed from shoulder length curls to a slighter, shorter cut, but was still adorably shaggy.
“Can I kiss you?” Alex asks sheepishly, but not breaking eye contact. He’d never take his eyes off Miles again.
Instead of giving him a response, Miles connected their lips, and Alex almost immediately deepened the kiss, desperate to taste Miles again.
Alex wasted no time in backing Miles against the wall of the foyer, front door still ajar, snogging him senseless. Their kissing soon turned hot and breathless, hands darting under shirts and tugging on strands of hair. Once they were forced to separate to take in some air, Miles remembered his assistant was still in his home, finishing up some last duties of the day.
“Wait, wait…” Miles panted as Alex leaned in for another kiss, “My assistant is still here…”
Alex shot him an annoyed glance, “Tell him to leave.” He said simply, a big grin spreading across his face. Miles grinned back, and soon he was beckoning his assistant, telling him he could leave early tonight, and to not worry about any work left undone. After his assistant left, Miles led Alex through the house, giving him a quick little tour.
“Mi, this is huge! You live here all by yourself?” Alex asked once they had made their way back to the kitchen, where Miles was pouring them two glasses of wine.
“Well, I don’t anymore, you’re here. And it took a lot of time to get used to it all… Sometimes I really miss the old lab.”
“There’s too many humans here…” Alex took a sip of his wine, grimacing at the taste, another thing that hadn’t changed.
While they sat in the kitchen, holding hands over the table, thighs pressed close together, they familiarize themselves with each other again, and very easily slipped back into their old dynamic.
Miles filled Alex in on what had happened after he left; Miles published a book with all the data and evidence he’d gathered during their time together, which shot him into stardom in his scientific field. He’d gotten a new job, and subsequently made a small killing off of his book about his summer with an extraterrestrial being. Alex was so proud of him, and delighted that he was a part of all this, even if by the end of his stay, any actual scientific inquiry had been dismissed.
Alex happily told Miles about the plan he had devised to get back on earth, and how he had struck a deal with the leading officials back on his planet. Alex could stay on Earth, indefinitely, if he agreed to transmit back information on the human race, as they wanted to continue their research on the very unique species. It was the perfect guise for Alex to use to return to Miles, and since Alex had returned safe and unharmed after his last expedition, they easily agreed to the terms. Alex also explained why Jamie had come with him, and how he would basically act as his assistant while he compiled data. He was also Alex’ closest friend, and was far better at directions than he, and, though he wouldn’t admit, he was also a better pilot, but Alex had insisted on piloting the ship on the trip back.
They spent about an hour catching up, in which Miles shot out a text to Nick, telling him to give Jamie the best tour of London he’s ever had, no matter how long it took or what it cost.
“There’s one more room I wanted to show you,” Miles remarks, a mischievous grin on his face.
“Oh?”
“Yep, my bedroom.”
“ Oh. ” Alex replies, catching on to Miles’ words.
“Would you like me to show you?” Miles asks politely, taking Alex’ hand in his own, already leading him out of his chair.
“Fuck,” Alex giggles, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Miles’ grip on his hand shoots tingles through the boy, his body burning with excitement as Miles more or less kicks the door to his bedroom down, ushering Alex through, the frame left open as their lips reunited messily, clambering like teenagers to Miles’ kingsize.
“I need you, I need you, I fucking need you.” Miles breathed into Alex’ mouth, reaching for the hem of the boy’s dress shirt as they claw their way out of their clothes.
Miles settles Alex at the head of his bed, kissing down his bare torso, over his chest and down to his stomach. He wastes no time in drawing his tongue over Alex’ firmness, moaning in relief at tasting his partner for after so long.
Miles takes all of the boy into his mouth, closing his eyes as the sounds of Alex’ unbridled moans hit the atmosphere.
Alex clenches the sheets under his hands, lifting his head to watch as his dick disappeared into Miles’ mouth, shuddering at the view. He licked his lips and whined when Miles’ tongue played with the slit of his length, pink and weeping for the human’s touch.
Desperate for more, Miles pulls the boy’s entire body down the bed, Alex yelps at the shift and cries when Miles’ mouth finds his hole.
His eyes squeeze shut as heat boils under his skin, mouth gaping open in a deft scream, his body stiffening as Miles’ tongue circles his rim hungrily.
The sensation rips through Alex, pleasure slamming into his body mercilessly. He full heartedly announces his enjoyment, the ears of neighbours going over both their heads.
“F-f-fucking - fuck -” Alex squeaks pleadingy, his back arching off the bed as his human’s lips work their magic, his dick leaking cloudy precome over his belly.
“So good.” Miles groans into the taste of his boyfriend, softly sinking his teeth into the mound of Alex’ asscheek. Miles kisses the bite mark he’s left, shuffling up the bed to offer Alex’ lips the treatment they’re due.
“W-wot - how…” the boy pants into Miles’ hair as he wantonly sucked his throat, nipping and marking Alex up. The boy just catches his breath and confirms his pulse hasn’t stopped, Miles’ lips lowering to worship the boy’s perked nipples. This, along with everything Miles does, makes Alex melt. His thighs locking up to cradle Miles’ hips, arms encircling him cravingly.
The taste of Alex lingered on Miles’ tongue, “sit on me face.” He growls, his voice rugged and worn, looking up at Alex from where he presses against his stomach.
“Yes, yes please.” Alex breathes, climbing out from under Miles to kneel, one had grasping the headboard for balance.
Miles rolls onto his back, grabby hands taking Alex’ thighs as he moves upwards, easing the boy lower so he’s met with that puckered heat once more.
A full-body shudder pummels through Alex’ little frame, his knuckles whitening on the timber and in Miles’ hair.
The lad groans into Alex’ ass, muffled and lewd, vibrating through Alex like fucking choirbells.
“Please.” Alex whines, rolling his hips into Miles’ suction. “D-don’t stop, don’t…” he pants like a dog in heat, head falling between his shoulders as currents of pleasure pirouette though him. Feeling as though he wasn’t built for this level of bliss, Alex loses his balance, face planting into the bedding left of Miles’ hip.
That could have been worse.
Though, inspired by Miles’ audacity, Alex decides to take a step of his own in that same direction.
Miles’ concern for Alex’ fall is promptly impaled the moment he feels the boy’s mouth over his dick, choking back a shocked moan.
“Holy shit, Alex.” Miles commends, pausing from his licking to clench his fists into Alex’ asscheeks over his face. The creamy flesh yielding under the bite of his fingers, Miles doesn’t think twice before swallowing Alex’ cock down his throat.
They complement the term 69 for all it’s worth, Miles’ hands fondling Alex’ cheeks as the boy sucked and licked every inch of skin on and around Miles’ length, dusting off his talent for deepthroating.
After they’ve tortured every nerve of each other, and Alex has to work hard not to just come then and there, they undo from each other. Alex climbs up to Miles with a kid-in-a-candy-store kind of look, squeezing his body up against the lad in a tight, almost feral hug. Miles holds him just as devotedly, despite the dazed feeling intoxicating him, breathing into the crook of Alex’ neck.
“Lay down, I have to have you now.” He pleaded, met by the push of Alex’ hands pinning him down to the bed. Miles’ mouth hangs in awe as the boy straddled him, hand jerking his cock slowly. “Is this okay?” Alex breathed, swallowing as a bead of sweat rolled down his brow.
Miles makes a sound he could blush about later, nodding enthusiastically. He fastens one hand to Alex’ waist as the other goes for the lube, something he’d purchased an hour before Alex arrived.
Alex accepts it happily, lathering his fingers to open himself, finding Miles’ mouth had done most of the work. He coats Miles’ dick in the substance and sets the lube aside. Alex rises up, and Miles slides into him like butter.
They both shudder in unison, Miles feeling the unmistakable heat of Alex’ body, the grip it has on him like a vice, pulling the greatest sounds from him. He breathes hard, laboured breaths, his hands fastened to Alex’ hips that shake softly.
“Okay?” He asks the boy, reaching out to brush away the hair falling over his forehead.
Alex blinked silently down at him, “y-yeah just...I love you. So much.” He said on exhale, “so, so, so fucking much.” His hips tremble where they bracket Miles’ body, he leans down to kiss the man and is met with a longing equal to his own.
“I love you too.” Miles sighed lovingly, “I love you too.” He pecked Alex’ lips then, “let me show you.”
Alex swallows, nodding as he straightens up, arms falling either side of him as Miles began movement.
Miles rolled his hips into Alex, slowly at first, finding their rhythm. It doesn’t take long for their unity to turn feral once more.
Soon Alex is bouncing, his hands balancing on Miles’ chest as his boyfriend thrusts into him. When the boy does come, his body bites around Miles, who spills with a punched sound, rolling Alex off his body and into his arms.
Miles pants into Alex’ hair, feeling the boy kissing his collarbone lazily. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says, kissing Alex’ sweating lips when the boy glanced up at him.
“I feel the same.” Alex murmured, hiding his face in Miles’ neck.
They fall asleep like that, entwined and complete once more.
Late into the night, the sound of the front door closing notifies Miles that the lads are back. He smiles to himself, Nick knows the place well enough get Jamie and himself sheets to crawl under, Miles releases a truly content sigh, spooning Alex’ body once more.
Finally at home.