parfaitxamour

Letters from USA To UK/Humbug era. 7/?

Miles smiled and settled into a rhythm, casting his mind back a few weeks.

 ”I went down for a haircut, same as usual, except this time I went alone. I had to wait quite a while as Ronson was getting his hair done.”

“Not bleaching again is he ?” Alex interrupted. “Oops, sorry….please….carry on…”

“He was getting all sorts of highlights and shit done. Took forever. So I was sat there, flicking though Vogue, getting bored, listening to Mark droning on and on about his FAB-U-LOUS velvet suits, when I realised Lippy was staring at me. I caught his eye, and he asked one of the girls to take over the highlighting.” Miles glanced at Alex, with a dreamy far away look on his face. Miles knew he was imagining himself back in London.

 ”He’s only cut your hair before, so we had to start at the beginning. Said I just wanted a trim, and he did that thing where they stroke your hair and pull bits over your face ? I could feel his fingers lingering just a little bit too long on my cheeks.”

 ”Yeah, he does that..”

“Then he tucked that guard around my neck and again it was all a bit touchy feely. Gave me a bit of banter about where he likes to go clubbing, what drinks he likes, what drugs…then I noticed he was leaning his body against me. And I could feel his thick, hard cock pressing very obviously against me. I checked his reflection in the mirror, and he was staring right back at me, hand moving all the time, chatting away…as if nothing was going on.”

 He paused, the sensations of Alex’s grip taking his breath away. 

 ”Don’t stop !” Alex admonished him.

 ”I can’t…you’re going to make me come straight away if you carry on like that…your hands are too accomplished…I fucking missed you Alex Turner.”

“Aww shucks, you’ll be making me blush..” but Miles shut him up with a kiss, both mouths extremely wet from the drawn out intimacies of the night, pent up desire starting to force their bodies to over-ride the niceties of their minds. The recollection momentarily forgotten to allow tongues to wrap around one another, for their tastes to mingle again, even their feet snaked around each other.

 Breaking away, then grabbing a set of chaste kisses, Miles eventually moved onto the tale again.

 ”I could feel his fingers rubbing the nape of my neck, not doing anything that untoward but knowing how he meant it…it was so erotic. I could feel my face starting to heat up.” He broke into a giggle….”Imagine my horror when I glimpsed Ronson side-eyeing me in the mirror. I think he was jealous it wasn’t him getting hit on this time…”

“So you’re telling me before the gossip gets back to me, well cheers for that…” Alex tried to pull a suitably pained expression.

“Anyway…” He ignored the repeat interruption, “So Lippy by now is bending over to blow away the collected hair around my neck, instead of using the little brush like they normally do. Dear God, the feel of it…his breath tickling the back of my head, the scent of his cologne right up in my face. I started to panic, knowing the trim was coming to an end and that I was getting an erection myself. I could hardly stand up in that state, in front of the other customers. I shut my eyes for a moment, got myself together, so I could leave the chair.”

 ”By now he was at the till, and I got myself over there to pay, except then he knocked my wallet out of my hand, flying across the room.” Once more Miles lost his next words, Alex licking his cheekbones as he tried to talk rendering all coherency obsolete. 

 ”So I had to scoot about on the floor to pick it up, out past the stupid hanging bead curtain they have. Pitch black, can’t see what I’m doing. Then he was there, handing the wallet to me, blocking the exit.” He could tell from the urgency of Alex’s grinding against his leg, how much this was turning him on. “Holding me where he wanted me with his free hand, bringing his hard cock to lean on mine, kissing me briefly to make certain I wasn’t about to scream bloody murder and get him the sack.” His hand now wet with the pre-come leaking from Alex, he felt emboldened to carry on.

 ”He dragged me down the little corridor out the back to the bathroom, bolting the door. No time to undress, so he loosened my belt so I could I drop my jeans to my knees.” Alex was whispering obscenities now, murmuring them into the bones of Miles’s chest and against the sweat licked curls of his hair.

 ”No messing about, he went straight down on me. Really deep into his throat, his tongue playing with my cock, his hands running between my balls and my thighs…working me fast and greedily. Moaning so loudly at his own actions so I thought someone would come out to see what the fuck was going on. Looking down, I could see him, hand working his own cock free…not waiting around for me to finish him off. Seeing him sucking me and pulling expertly at himself, I was there…coming into that sweet mouth until it dripped from the sides, loving it as he allowed me to smear some over his long fair lashes…marking him.” He heard Alex coming, the vibration of his gasps echoing through his chest, while his hand felt the pulsing followed by the dampness. Miles clamped his wet hand over Alex’s so they could jointly finish him.

 They lay, sticky hands with fingers linked. Palms pressed tightly together.

“You are a tart Miles Kane.” Alex nuzzled against him to indicate this was a positive remark.

 ”Thank god you’re out here, and in my bed.”