{ Alex's POV }

"Y-You do?" I asked shakily.

I stared at Miles. He looked beyond scared. My grip loss ended on him and I backed up a few steps.

Miles likes me back.

Oh my lord.

I looked back up at him and saw tears forming in his eyes.

He pushed past me and went for the door but I grabbed him and pulled him into my arms slamming my lips against his and God did it feel amazing. He gasped against my lips but quickly started kissing be me back.

He pushed me back against the wall deepening the kiss. My heart pounded in my chest as I shared my first sober, real kiss with Miles.

We parted for a second, I felt tears brim my eyes, as I looked into his already teary ones.

"I've always loved you, Miles." I connected my lips with his again and I let one of my hands move down his back.

My goal was his bum but perhaps in a minute. Instead, I wrapped that one arm around his waist, bringing him closer to me, so that the whole of our bodies were touching. He brought one hand up by my jaw, also gripping the hair that fell there, and one went down to my waist, squeezing it.

"I've waited for this moment for so long." Miles whispered.

He sounded so happy. I know that I was.

Finally, I didn't have to hide from him.

The kiss began to pickup pace and our hands began to roam around one another's bodies.

I clung to him and kissed him till I couldn't breath. My hands moved down to his bum as I pulled away and started kissing his jaw. He let out a small moan as I nibbled at his ear and rubbed his side.

A giggle escaped me at the sound and I continued to kiss down his throat to his collarbone. He squeezed my sides sending shivers through me.

"God Al, you're so perfect..." he growled huskily into my ear, picking me up and kissing me.

I felt a soft surface underneath me after a few minutes, the bed I'm guessing. He flipped us so I was straddling him and we continued to kiss.

I'd never felt so happy, and needless to say, turned on.

After biting and sucking at his neck, I finally found a weak spot. I sucked on it and I felt Miles shiver beneath me.

He was trying to hold back vocal sounds, but when I bit on the spot, a moan drew from his lips. I smiled, placing one more kiss on the spot before moving back up and sucking on his jaw.

I felt his hands reach down to my bum, squeezing it, which caused my hips to jerk forward. He moaned and I felt the hard on he had through his pants.

"I always knew that you had a big bum." He breathily chuckled.

"Shut up." I said, my accent dripping with thickness.

I kissed him roughly, and took this opportunity to begin rocking my hips back and forth over his.

He gasped at the contact and I could feel him shaking as he tried to hold in any sound that he had building up inside him.

"Let it out, love..." I murmured in his ear, rocking quickly against his hips.

A string of curses poured out of him along with a loud moan. I grinned and bit his ear, tugging at it gently. He moaned once more and groaned.

"One day I'm gonna fuck that arse of yours and you won't be able to sit for a week." he growled.

I felt my legs begin to shake at the comment as well as my cheeks flame red.

He took that moment of weakness and flipped us over, one arm supporting him, and one hand going to my hair, tugging it. Needless to say, having my hair tugged definitely turned me on. Miles kissed me roughly and passionately.

He separated my legs, pressing himself against me and began grinding and thrusting against my own waist. He was moving forward and back. I tried to kiss him back, I wanted to, but the friction caused by our trousers and by the motion was too much for me to keep my mouth on his.

I had to let out an embarrassingly loud moan. My face burned a brighter red.

"Fuck, Al..." Miles whispered, biting my neck.

I knew that I would be very marked up tomorrow. I let out small whimpers, needing more contact. I bucked my hips up, my hard on making immediate contact with his own.

He gasped and thrust his own hips down towards mine. A blush covered my cheeks as more moans escaped my lips. Miles lips connected with mine right in the middle of my moan.

He moaned into my mouth and rocked his hips harshly against mine. I could feel myself shaking and the pit in my stomach was growing stronger.

"M-Miles," I whined out.

He chuckled and continued to rock practically seeing me unwind before his eyes.

I knew that we should have taken off out trousers, but we couldn't, we couldn't stop ourselves now. Miles was thrusting like a mad man, practically grunting from the force, and I was a moaning mess, pushing myself against him more.

I've never wanted anyone so badly in my life. The pit was growing bigger, and I knew that soon enough, I'd be screaming his name. I felt a bit nervous thinking about the intimacy of the moment, but all my thoughts were clouded, and I couldn't think.

All I could think about was the pleasure that I was feeling. I held on to Miles for dear life, even with how weak I felt.

"Fuck, Miles, I'm almost..." I couldn't finish my sentence as he began rocking harder.

How the hell was he so strong?! My mouth fell open in ecstasy and I threw my head back against the mattress arching my back. I let out a low loud moan and tugged at the sheets unable to contain myself.

"MILES!" I screamed, a string of curses left my mouth and the pit in my stomach left leaving my trousers warm and wet.

Miles continued to rock, kissing my neck until he was too a moaning mess on top of me. My breath came out in short pants. I felt like I was glowing, everything was warm and I felt like my whole body was burning, but that good type of burn.

We were sweaty and both of us still mumbled curses for the next few minutes. Miles was still on top of me, and his face was hidden in the crook of my neck.

He was breathing heavily, and I didn't blame him. He just exerted so much energy. I wrapped an arm around him, running my hand gently up and down his back.

"I love you, Miles." I choked out, my voice a bit rough.

He finally pulled his head back, lifting himself with his arms. He wiped the sweat from his face.

He looked into my eyes, "I love you too, Alex."

He placed one more kiss on my lips before rolling off me, and laying beside me.

Without looking, I reached for his hand, and found it, grasping it tightly in my own.

"Well... So much for these trousers." I commented, earning a laugh from Miles.

I grinned and turned, nuzzling into his side. His arm wrapped around me and he smiled.

"We need to get back to the bus before noon, Love." he murmured.

I groaned.

"How are we gonna leave with these dirty clothes?"

Miles laughed and kissed me. "I guess we'll just have to clean up then, hm?"

-

After cleaning up we were on our way back to our bus. I punched in the code to get in and stepped inside. I nodded at the driver and walked to the back room where the queen sized bed was.

"Milesssss, will you share the bed wif' me?" I asked, pouting a bit.

He shrugged, "Mmm, nah', it's me bed."

I whined and clung to him, "But I don't want to sleep alone."

He laughed and shook his head, "I was kidding, of course you can share the bed with me ya' wanker."

I cheered, but before I could climb on the bed, Miles grabbed my shoulder.

"Can we, uh, change first? I still feel soiled." He commented.

I nodded and he went to change, as did I. I slipped on a white tank top, and some black trousers. When I came back into Miles' room, he had on a t shirt, and black trousers.

I smiled at him, walking over to his standing figure. I'd closed the door behind me and threw my arms over his shoulders. He snaked his arms around my waist and I looked into his eyes.

"I can do this now." I whispered in disbelief as I pushed my lips onto his.

He kissed back with no hesitation.

"Does this make us..?" Miles said as we parted.

"Boyfriends?" I giggled like a kid.

He nodded.

"If you'll have me." I said.

"I mean, I just had you." Miles joked and I pushed him away while laughing.

"You git. Of course. I just wanna be yours." I sang softly as I approached him again.

He laughed and I grinned, pulling him close by the waistband of his trousers. His cheeks flamed and he kissed me softly. God, it just felt so amazing to be able to kiss him like this.

Sure if it was in public it would be better so then I could show everyone that he's mine but for now this is good enough. I wrap my arms around him and pull him down onto the bed with me.

He lands on top of me and instantly starts nuzzling into my neck. I let out a laugh and rub his back softly. His body is warm against my freezing chest.

He exhaled contently, and I did the same. After a minute or two I felt Miles turn his head to the side, as he traced soft shapes on my shoulder.

"Hey, Alex?" He whispered softly.

"Yeah, Mi?" I responded just as softly.

"You know how... I wrote the song Colour Of The Trap?" He asked.

"Yeah, what about it?" I said.

He was quiet for a moment as he continued to trace shapes.

"It's about you." He whispered.

I instantly felt water rush to my eyes. It hadn't spilt, but the emotion was there. All this time, all the pain in his voice, all the begging, it was all because he wanted me.

"H-hey, Mi." I let out.

"Hm?" He hummed thoughtfully.

"505 is about you." I confessed. I felt him hold me a little tighter.

"Thank you." He murmured.

"For what?" I ask.

"Loving me." He said back, planting a kiss on my shoulder.

I blushed and clung to him. I felt like I was flying when he held me. His arms were warm and they made me feel safe.

"You're so cold, baby." he said.

My heart jumped at that word.

"Baby, huh?" I asked with a smile.

"I-if you don't like it then I won't say it again..." he said quickly.

"No, no...I like it." I whispered, nuzzling into his neck.

I heard his heart rate go faster. I grinned and kissed the side of his neck.

"Mi...what are we gonna tell our manager? The fans?? " I said worriedly.

He placed his head atop my own. He hummed thoughtfully.

"We won't tell them anything." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"We'll keep it a secret." He said, rubbing my arm.

"Until we're ready to. We're very loving to each other in front of people anyway." He said.

He was right, I'd kissed him on stage before, though it only lasted a second. I nodded, biting my lip, still a bit worried about someone finding out.

"Don't worry about it, love." Miles commented softly.

"How d'you know that I'm worrying?" I ask.

"I just know." Miles said, hugging me tightly.

I couldn't resist tilting my head up and pressing my lips to his one more time. He was addicting. All the times that I wished I could kiss him but couldn't don't matter anymore. We parted and Miles brought a hand to the back of my head, pressing it to his chest protectively.

I started thinking more.

"Alex, stop. I can practically see the smoke coming out of your ears." he said, teasingly poking my cheek.

I sighed, "What if our managers try to set us up with some bird though?"

"Don't worry baby, we'll just tell them no. They don't control us." he murmured.

I nodded and finally let myself relax against his body. He held me closer and murmured sweet nothings in my ears. My eyes started to close and I clung to Miles. I'm his baby. He's my love.

I slowly fell asleep in his warmth. When I woke up, Miles was singing softly. He was running his hand through my hair, and he was on his side, my head just below his.

I couldn't exactly make out what he was saying, but I tilted my head up, planting a kiss on his neck. He stopped singing and let out a giggle.

"Afternoon, sunshine." He said.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Three. We're almost to the next venue." He said.

I parted from him and sat up.

"My hips are tense." I commented, flexing my legs as I stretched.

"That's probably from earlier..." Miles said softly.

I blushed as I thought of the intimate moment.

"Hey, Al." Miles called.

I turned my head. "Yeah?"

"Come here." He said.

He sounded concerned. I walked over to him, sitting on the bed.

"Shit." He muttered as he looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Your neck is coated in dark love bites."

My eyes widened.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I think I might have some girls makeup that she left here..." I squeaked out, running to my bag.

My hands shook with anxiety and my breathing became sporadic as I searched through my bag.

"Fuck!" I whimpered, throwing my bag to the side.

Miles ran over to me and sat down next to me quickly. He took my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks.

"Breath, breath, it's okay baby it's okay." he whispered.

I could already feel tears streaming down my face.

"I don't want anyone to see them." I whimpered, covering my neck with my hands.

"It's okay love. Nobody will care. Everyone will just think you have a girl. It's okay." he murmured, kissing my closed eyes.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes, looking at Miles' neck.

"You have them too, Miles they're gonna find out about us!" I panicked.

"Look at me." Miles said. I looked into his eyes.

"We'll ask the make up girl before the show to cover us up. It won't be problem." He said.

"Miles! What about in between here and there! We'll be seen! What if we sweat off the make up!" He interrupted me by kissing my lips. I felt myself relax slightly.

"Listen, we'll wear scarves. It won't be a big deal. And we won't sweat it off, we never wipe our necks during a concert. You're over thinking, just calm down. I promise that we'll be okay." He said.

His reassurance calmed me down, and I felt like it wouldn't be such a big deal now. I sighed.

"You're right..." He kissed my cheek.

"I know that I am." He said. I just laughed and hit his arm.

"You bloody git." I murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

"Yes you are." he murmured back, grinning.

I groaned at his behavior and pushed him away. I sat up and walked towards the bathroom lazily.

"Alexxxxxx, don't gooooo." he whined.

"I need ta' piss Mi, God." I said, laughing and closing the bathroom door behind me.

I just washed my face a bit and examined the hickeys. A sigh escaped my lips as I ran my fingers over the bruised broken skin. My heart jumped into my throat as I touched them. Despite how upset I was earlier just looking at them made me smile.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw Miles sitting at the window seat, a small mirror in his hands as he touched his own hickies. He had a faint smile on his face. I walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.

He set the mirror down on the table. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his head resting on my stomach. I simply wrapped my arms around him and watched the scenery pass by.

"What now?" He asked as he sat back up.

"Dunno." I said, sitting back on his bed.

"Wanna watch some Tele?" Miles asked.

I nodded, laying back on the bed. He had a small television in the bus, which I was grateful for, even if I didn't watch Tele all that much. He laid next to me, flipping through channels. We were right next to each other , and it took no time at all for us to turn our heads and begin kissing. It was so surreal.

The kiss heated up after a few minutes but I pulled away wanting to relax a bit more. Miles pouted against my lips and rubbed my sides. I sighed and shook my head before pushing my lips against his once more.

He chuckled against my lips and kissed me until we were both panting for breath. I placed a soft kiss on his neck and turned back towards the tele. Miles continued to softly kiss my neck as I watched the screen. I felt his teeth graze along my skin and I smacked his leg gently.

"I don't need more hickeys, Mi." I said between giggles.

"I know..." He sighed. "I just can't believe that this finally... Happened." He said, relaxing next to me.

I could understand that. I couldn't believe it either.

"I know." I said, grabbing his hand.

"I can't believe that it took this long either." I said.

We sat back, and watched television, and occasionally stared out the window. It seemed like time had flown by, and we were at the venue which we intended to play at tonight.

Keeping our arms somewhat up around us, we made our way into the venue and back to the make up lady. We were pretty sure that no one had seen us. She greeted us and sat us in chairs next to each other.

"Listen, d'you think that you could take care of these?" Miles said, pulling his scarf down.

"Oh yeah, easily. Got some action then, didn't you?" She teased.

"Could say that, yeah." He gave a cheeky grin.

I pretty much ignored the people around me as I sat in my chair. I tend to be pretty quiet and let Miles talk for me. It was almost therapeutic, to just let people talk around me. I took Miles hand and swung our hands between our chairs.

"Miles... 'am sleepy." I mumbled, staring into his eyes.

He chuckled, "Well mabeh' you should've taken a nap earlier. We only have ten minutes before we can go on."

I groaned and curled up in my chair letting the makeup girl cover up my hickeys.

I was so preoccupied with listening that I forgot to take a nap, and that concerned me. I felt like I wouldn't perform as well as I usually do without that half an hour of sleep.

I leant my head so that she could cover the ones on the side of my neck. As I did this, I thought, perhaps ten minutes is enough? Perhaps I could do it. Then I thought against it as we got out of the chairs, and changed into the proper clothing that we were using for tonight.

Ray Brown had always custom made our clothing, and we honestly loved them. They had never let us down in giving us what we wanted, especially me.

I was quite keen on fashion in my opinion, and I liked to always look good. Especially in front of fans and cameras. Though, I did get a bit carried away sometimes. I split my trousers one time, and even ripped holes in another.

I let out a sigh and went on stage a little more grumpy than usual. We did our whole show thing and I could tell Miles was worried about me. I walked back to the bus, collapsing into the couch and curling up.

"Baby, if you're gonna sleep don't do it on the horrible couch." Miles murmured.

I grumbled in response and felt arms go around me. My eyes were already closed by the time that my head hit the pillow as Miles set me down.

I tossed and turned. I knew that Miles wasn't in the room. He would have laid down with me if he was. I couldn't sleep for some reason, and I had been here forever. I opened my tired eyes and sat up. I looked at the clock, and it read 1:00 am.

I stood up in the moving bus, walking over to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and then grabbed a few paper towels, wetting them and wiping off the make up that covered my bites. It didn't come off as easy as I wished that it would, and decided maybe next time that we stopped for a hotel, I'd take a proper shower.

We wouldn't stop every single night, since we had somewhat of a schedule to keep. I scrubbed at my neck, until it turned red, which didn't look, or feel good. I gave up, leaving the bathroom to hear faint guitar strums.

I follow the sound and I peek into a room finding Miles there. He continued to strum and sing softly and I just watch him. I clear my throat a bit and he jumps looking up at me. I go into the room and close the door behind me. I sit beside Miles and lean into his arm. I feel him touch my neck and I flinch a bit.

"Why's it all red?" he says softly.

I can hear the sleepiness in his and it's so adorable. I push my thoughts away to reply to him.

"I was rubbin' the makeup off..." I slurred.

"Al, you'd need a proper shower." He frowned, setting his guitar to the side and turning towards me as he lifted my chin, examining my neck.

"You've almost rubbed yourself raw." He said.

"I'm sorry..." I murmured, feeling guilty.

I just wanted it off... I felt Miles place a gentle kiss on my neck. I flinched, though it didn't sting, it felt soothing. He backed up and kissed my cheek.

"It's okay. We're stopping at a hotel tomorrow. You can take one then." He said.

After a moment, I spoke up. "Why are you out here?"

He stopped grabbing his guitar, and set it back down again. He scratched his neck. He just kind of sat there, not answering. Though he wasn't looking into my eyes, I could see the searching in his. He was trying to put together words.

I rubbed his back gently.

" 's okay...you don't have ta' tell me." I said, leaning into him again.

He sighed and wrapped his arm around me pulling me close. I clung to him as he started playing again and singing. I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep without Miles.

"Mi...Miles...come inside an' sleep..." I mumbled, tugging at his shirt.

He sighed and nodded, "Okay Al...go get into bed an I'll be there in a bit."

I nodded and got up, making my way back to bed.

I laid there looking out the window. It was a while before Miles even came back into the room.

"Get under the covers." He said as He walked to the window.

"Why?" I asked.

"I need a cig, but we're not supposed to smoke on the bus, so I'm gonna open the window." He said.

Suddenly, I felt concern. Miles wasn't exactly the most innocent but he could usually wait off on a cig. He didn't smoke nearly as much as I did. He opened the window slightly, cold air filling the room.

He lit his cig. When he was about half way through it, I called out.

"Miles, please, come lay with me. You're gonna be bloody miserable tomorrow." He stared at the cig for a moment before putting it out and climbing into bed.

I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into his chest. His arms were cold from the wind so I wrapped the blankets tighter around us.

"Are you okay, Love?" I murmured, stroking his cheek gently and holding him.

"Fine...I'm just fine."