trace (vestiges)
Perhaps it is the fact that this time around, they had stayed connected the entire duration of Miles' travels abroad; or, perhaps it is the fact that his body, so unused to contact after so long, is so desperate for the warmth of the past that he crumbles before that heat has even grazed his skin. He had not expected this to be enough to destroy him, and yet, thanks to a few little words from Phoenix's lips, Miles finds his brain growing foggy, thoughts falling away into nothing, body keening, awaiting nothing more than the next word. He shivers as breath falls into his ear, his hair tickling the nap of his neck enough to send sparks shivering up his spine, electrocuting every nerve.
He tries his best to hide these reactions, however. He cannot believe this is happening. Nothing about this is proper- nothing about this is appropriate in the slightest. Every last fiber of his common sense which clings desperately to the rapidly-shrinking island of reason in his brain screams to stop this nonsense, to turn on the engine and drive back to his home where they may have privacy and space and decency.
Phoenix, apparently, has other plans. Bare skin is already exposed, the light filtering through Miles' tinted windows illuminating strong muscles in patches upon Phoenix's back; those muscles shift and flex as the attorney makes quick work of the dress shirt acting as a barrier between him and skin, the ascot flung off into the front seat.
Miles wants to protest. As he feels lips move from his own, down his chin to rest upon his Adam's apple, sucking gentle as he swallows down his desire and dry mouth in anticipation, Miles finds his mind going blank, words giving way to quiet whispers of want and pleads for more. Phoenix is here, he realizes vaguely as those large hands push silken fabric aside, his own fingers intertwining with dark hair, slightly rough and hard thanks to product holding it back.
His skin still looks wonderful with Phoenix's hair coming through his fingers in contrast.
A sharp breath turns into release, melting, a sigh of pleasure and want only heightened by a year separated from one another adding such intensity to the wet heat which consumes him, swallowing him up. The image is breathtaking; even while cramped in the backseat of his car, their two larger bodies nowhere near small enough to fit comfortably, Phoenix's wide, beautiful eyes, still slightly ringed by dark circle and fatigue, remain locked onto Miles, glazed over with heady lust in their own right as lips move, mouth closes, throat swallows, and Miles falls apart.
The movements are quick, efficient. They are full of love, but the desire is too much to take their time, to be tender after so long apart. That gentle kiss upon the viewpoint's bench had snapped something within the both of them, and before he knew it, Miles was here, desecrating his vehicle with sweat rolling down his temple, Phoenix's eyes closing as he focuses on tasting what he has missed for so, so long.
Finally, Miles comes undone, one hand cupping a freshly-shaved jaw and cheek hollowed out to nothing whilst the other tugs desperately upon dark strands, holding that lovely face in place until his energy leaves him. Gasping, Miles collapses against his car window, shuddering as he feels the condensation from the glass touch his cheek, frigid despite the muggy air within the vehicle. Phoenix pulls away slowly, his own hands wandering, massaging, caressing and kneading every inch of flesh he can find as if to assure himself that the physical existence he, too, has longed for is finally back in his arms.
Those hands have all the time in the world to affirm Miles' presence as Miles languidly lifts himself up, pulls Phoenix upright, and lays the other man down to repeat the same ministrations. Phoenix relents immediately, a blissful smile upon his face so contented that Miles almost wants to weep; instead, he allows himself to settle his cheek into one tender, proud hand as he works to make the other man crumble, bringing him to the same heady high which still buzzes pleasurably within Miles' own mind.
Finally, they are both spent. For five minutes, Miles grants them rest; he allows Phoenix to gather him up in Phoenix's arms, brushing his pale hair out of his face, their lips connecting and parting in messy, blissful contentment. Five minutes, and Miles feels like he is ready to face the world with Phoenix by his side.
Once those five minutes are up, the assault is swift. Phoenix practically squeaks as Miles fixes up his own clothes, thrusting Phoenix's discarded garments at the other man as he steps out of the backseat and slides into the driver's seat. "Stay there!" he commands brusquely, face burning in humiliation as he attempts to sort out his ascot before turning the car on. The first task is rolling down the windows; the second is to crank up the radio, ignoring whatever drivel plays, but leaving it loud enough to ignore Phoenix's fumbling pleas to sit in the front seat. Once that is done, his seatbelt is pulled on and he drags the vehicle out onto the highway, his mind racing in utter embarrassment.
I cannot believe- we are nearing our thirties, and this is the nonsense he pulls- I cannot believe I let myself get swept up, he is an utter lunatic, that was absolutely deplorable behaviour-
By the time they pull into Miles' driveway, he is no longer angry. Neither is Phoenix, for that matter; in fact, the man has to fight back his laughter as he makes his way into the house, having understood the reason for Miles' stern reprimands halfway through their trip. Once they are in the bedroom, Phoenix finally dares to step forward again. "Now, is it alright?" he asks, slinging his arms loosely around Miles' hips.
The embittered part of him wants to say no. Looking at Phoenix's amused, tender, lopsided grin, however, Miles can only sigh and relent, allowing the other man to lead him to the bathroom. He is still far too tired for any of this nonsense.
He is not upset, though. He does not know how he'll ever be able to drive Maya or Pearl in the backseat anymore with a straight face, but that shall be a problem for another day.