Everything That You've Come To Expect (Milex au)

Chapter 3; The Dream Synopsis

{ Miles POV }

I watched Alex out of the corner of my eye as he slowly drifted to sleep.

I dropped my phone beside me and saw that he had a hand resting on my thigh.

I took his hand in my own and smiled at the man curled up beside me.

My heart fluttered in my chest as I looked to his slightly parted chapped lips.

His hand were soft compared to my own.

The callouses on my finger tips made mine rough and weird.

I slid my thumb lightly over the palm of his hand letting a smile overcome my features.

He snored lightly, this only made the smile on my face more loving and genuine.

A short pang of sadness came over me when I thought about how this would be if he were awake.

I assume he'd play along jokingly and then let go as if nothing happened.

I quickly washed that thought out of my head, enjoying this time that I could appreciate him, without him knowing.

I slumped down a little more, careful not to wake him. I bit my lip before deciding on my next action, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

When I came back up, I felt a light heat rise in my cheeks as I saw the corner of his mouth curl up into a content smile, and suddenly his grip on my hand tightened, though he surely was still asleep, my blush grew darker.

I settled down next to Alex and continued to run my thumb over his hand.

Suddenly he groaned and rolled closer to me throwing his arm over my body.

I froze up and my breathing stopped for a minute until his arms tightened around me and he murmured randomness.

I slowly calmed down and let myself cuddle into his frame.

Warmth radiated from his body making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and out.

I took a chance, moving my arm just enough to place it on his side.

His head was just below mine and I pressed soft gentle kisses on the top of his head.

The warmth being exchanged between us was incredible.

I heard him let out a small chuckle and I froze, perhaps I had gone too far and woken him up?

I laid frozen in my spot until I heard another small snore, disarming my earlier notion.

I let out a content sigh, and relaxed against his body, in his embrace, enjoying it while I could. Part of me thought that it was creepy, part of me longed for things to be like this always.

I was so conflicted, but knew my place all at the same time.

I let my eyes close as I held the man close to me.

My hands ran down his body and wrapped around it pulling him even closer to me.

He shuffled his body and murmured something before I finally fell asleep holding him in my arms.

~~~

Well we were kissing it was secret
We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there'd be trouble
If the manager should find us
You'd got a leaning tower of pint pots in your hand
You can carry much more than I can

And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams?

I'm in a building and I notice
That I'm surrounded by the ocean
I get a feeling, I start running
Don't really know why I am running
I never really know why I am running
'til I get caught
Want to wake up to my dream report?

And the snow was falling thick and fast
We were bombing down Los Feliz
It was You and Me and Miles Kane
And some kid I went to school with
Isn't it ugly when I talk about my...?

Visions of the past and possible future
Shoot through my mind and I can't let go
Inseparable opposing images
When can you come back again?

And a wicked gale came howling up through
Sheffield City Centre
There was palm tree debris everywhere and a Roman Colosseum
Isn't it boring when I talk about my dreams

It must be torture when I talk about my dreams

~~~

When I woke up, I felt particularly cold.

I opened my eyes to find that Alex was not where he was before.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Worry suddenly filled me. What if we were still cuddling when he woke up? Would he be upset? Would he not care? What would happen? Should I play it off as nothing?

I finally got up, and walked out of his room, looking around the large flat.

He wasn't in any of the rooms.

I went to return to his room, but on the way, I passed the bathroom, noticing the light on, and the door locked.

I bit my lip, hoping he was okay.

"Al?" I called out.

I tried to hide my nerves.

"Yeah, mate?" He sounded fairly normal, but I sensed an odd underlying tone in his voice.

He seemed to be forcing the normalcy.

"Ye' alright?" I called.

"How ye' feeling?" I continued.

"Yeah, fine. Much better." He said quickly.

I stood at the door for a moment, then I turned away swiftly, walking into the living room and plopping myself onto the sofa.

I stared at the blank wall, Keeping my phone in my hand, ready to feign my attention to it once I heard the bathroom door open.