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Letters from USA To UK/Humbug era. 6/?

 Miles dropped Alex onto the bed, checked he was breathing soundly, then tucked him in amongst the blankets. Thankfully the buildings remained silent, the dogs not rousing despite their nocturnal wanderings. Miles slumped against the edge of the bed unable…or unwilling….to chance waking Alex by fighting for space in the narrow bed.

 Boredom led him to rummage through the pile of Alex’s clothes and debris at the foot of the bed. Grotty tee shirts, bead necklaces, a cowboy hat….Miles despaired of the style void he was encountering. Then a wooden box with a hinged lid, broken and hanging off revealing the contents. Weed, papers, and pills. Not your normal stash, but enough for an army. 

 ”So it’s true what they say then ?” Alex’s voice sounded weary but clear. Miles looked up to acknowledge him. 

 ”What’s that ?”

“That the Devil find’s work for idle hands…See you’ve found me gear then ? Typical Miles that is…”

“Shit Al…this is a lot of stuff….”

“You would too, stuck in the middle of nowhere, bored out of your mind.” Alex beckoned Miles back to the bed. “Tomorrow we’ll try the psychedelics, out in the desert. It’s the only way to tolerate this place.”

 Miles edged his way into the bed, the mattress making alarming noises at the extra weight. 

“Thanks for bringing me back, I owe you.” Alex had began trailing his fingers in the direction of Miles stomach, passing on downwards, with no argument from Miles.

 ”Do something about this on and off hard on of mine will you ? Then we’ll be even.”

 Miles tried to find a comfortable position, lying on his right hand side keenly aware that an inch or two backwards and he’d be back on the floor. Alex lay facing him, hand already caressing his cock, leg hooked over so their calves rested against one another. 

 ”Missed this….so much….” Miles dipped his head into the pillow, leaving just a blurry image of Alex’s smiling face visible to one eye. 

 ”Kept yourself pure while I was away then ?” Alex had adopted a teasing zone, the one a person naturally adopts when they feel they have the upper hand in a relationship. 

 ”Well, I guess….if you don’t count that cute guy from barbers ?” Miles knew which buttons to push. He felt the attention from Alex’s hand waver, so he lifted his head to reach for a kiss, one that wasn’t returned. 

 ”That fair haired one, with the tattoo ?” Alex was vocally snippy now.

“Yeah, the one you always says has cock-suckers lips ?” Miles added a dramatic pause. “He hit on me last time I went in.” By now the attentions had stopped. “If you want me to continue, you’d better continue…”

 ”So I have to wank you while you regale me with stories of your tawdry adventures ?” Alex felt his stomach flip at the thought of hearing Miles bare his soul of its explicit secrets. He bit his lip, and found a middle ground.

 ”Okay, deal….but put this..” He took Miles’s left hand “…on me here…” Letting it encircle his own erection, catching a glimpse of Miles’s eyes glittering.

 ”Now, tell me everything Miles, and don’t skimp on the details….”