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5PM

Miles knocked on the door. He was nervous and he knew he shouldn't be. But he was. He had loosened his cravat already and was eagerly waiting to see Phoenix reaction to it. Something that he had been anticipating since around 3PM.

It was taking to long for him to answer the door. Where was the spiky haired man? He knocked again and this time, louder. He heard sounds inside the apartment at last. He frowned as the door opened.

He raised an eyebrow at the site of Phoenix only wearing his boxers. "I am so sorry. I slept to long. Trucy was supposed to wake me up but the little sneak…" he stopped talking as young couple walked by snickering lightly. "Come in. I am so sorry Miles. I…"

He walked in. He had obviously been cleaning and cooking. The place smelled wonderful and looked spotless. And Phoenix looked wonderful just wearing those simple boxers. Phoenix looked like he was going to spout off some more excuses for not answering the door quickly enough.

But he didn't care.

He grabbed Phoenix arm and pulled him towards him. He was not hungry for food right now. He had been waiting all day to touch him again and this time, there would be no interruptions at all and now it seemed he didn't have to undress him.

Phoenix did not fight him but melted into him.

"The food is ready," Phoenix said as their kiss. "It looks like Trucy cooked us a meal."

"We can eat later," Miles mumbled. "I have been thinking about you all day," he reached out and smoothed out Phoenix hair. "It has been quite distracting."

"You look tired," Phoenix said.

"I can sleep after," Miles said. "I won't be able to sleep until I am done with you." He felt Phoenix shutter against him and a small breath come out of his mouth. Was it an eep? Man, he felt like a fool and overjoyed all at once. "Where is your bedroom?"

Phoenix grinned and started to lead the way. His room was much smaller than his own and the bed was only a double. The bed looked slept in and rumpled. Phoenix sat on the end of the bed and patted his seat beside him. Miles smiled. "I have to remove my dirty clothes first," he muttered as he watched the hungry look on Phoenix face as he now undressed for him. He went a slow. He started with his jacket and let it drop to the floor. He loosed his collar a little further. He received the sight of Phoenix chewing his lip and some tenting visibly forming in his boxers.

Miles smirked and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. It took a lot of self control to do it slowly, but seeing how Phoenix was squirming and watching him was amazing. Did he look at Phoenix with that same hunger in his eyes, when he did that to him last night? He tossed his shirt to the side, still leaving his cravat in place. Phoenix gave a moaning sound. He undid his pants next and kicked them aside. Phoenix was gripping the sheets and looked like he was going to propel himself forward and pounced on him.

He stood there with just his boxers and cravat.

Phoenix was practically drooling. Miles smiled and moved forward and stood in front of Phoenix. He kneeled on the bed, straddling his legs between his and leaning in for a kiss. Phoenix rose to meet his lips and their kiss deepened. Their tongue's fought for dominance and he felt the wonderful touch of hands on his sides, rubbing gently against his hot skin.

Phoenix said something, or at least tried to. It was too muffled from their mouths touching. He pulled back and looked at the droopy eyes of the man he was hovering over. "What did you say?"

"Is there anything else we need to talk about?" Phoenix said.

"Most likely, but," Miles started and pushed on the shoulders of the dark haired man so that he fell back onto the unkempt bed. "I don't want to talk about it right now."

Phoenix smiled. "Good."

Phoenix reached up and grabbed his cravat and pulled him down into a hungry kiss that quickly made it clear that Phoenix wanted control of the situation. He was willing to let him have it for now, to see what the man wanted to do. He felt himself being rolled over and now he was the one on the bottom with the other man pressed against him. He felt his cheeks burn as he felt the excitement of him pressed against his thigh, still clad in those boxers.

"Uh… Miles," Phoenix said as he pulled his mouth away from his and thrust his hips against him.

The way he said his name made him involuntarily shutter. The way he breathed those words and how his warm body was assaulting him. One of the Phoenix's hands was pulling at his neck tie and the other was tugging at his boxers. He lifted his hips to allow for the removal.

"I… I dreamed of this," Phoenix whispered into his ear. "I dreamed of you."

A warm hand grabbed his excitement and caused him to gasp uncontrollably. Miles wiggled under the weight and for a moment, he felt like he was suffocating. But Phoenix moved a bit and was looking down at what his hand was grasping. "Oh, it is better than the dreams."

All Miles could do was groan as the hand moved in a slow pumping motion. There was no doubt in his mind that Phoenix knew what he was doing, the way his hand moved in a smooth squeezing motion and at the same time, his thumb rubbed the tip of him. He groaned heavily at the feeling of his hand.

"You are…oh… yeah…that feels good," Phoenix breathed before he dived in for another kiss and still stroking him. He felt himself buck against the hand that was controlling him.

Miles could only make a noise in response. He had some words but he lost them as the cravat was ripped off his throat. Phoenix had ripped it off with his teeth and was looking down at him with it still hanging in his mouth. He chuckled lightly.

"Are… you… uh… Phoenix," his words would just not come out. He wanted to tell him not to stop what he was doing. He wanted to tell him to take him. He didn't want to wait any more. He thrust his hips forward and groaned.

"I want to be in you," Phoenix said as he threw the cravat across he room. "Miles?" Miles shuttered at the words and he felt an intense shiver ride through his body.

Did his words do that to him?

"Y…y…yes…. Pl…Pl…please," he found himself whimpering.

Phoenix groaned and released him. Miles made a protesting sound but the stimulation changed. Fingers pressing into him made him buck. It hurt but he wanted it. He grabbed at Phoenix hair and pulled his hot mouth off his neck. "Pro…lub..te..uh…tion…"

The fingers pushed further and he lost his words again.

It hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. "It's in the drawer."

He was able to grunt and affirmative sound. He had some in his discarded clothes. He had purchased the necessity for his planned night's activities to make sure that they would not be interrupted.

Phoenix lifted off of him and Miles was able to gain some of his composure back as he rooted around in the top drawer for the necessities. The small bottle of lube and a package of condoms were there.

"Come on, Phoenix. Make me ready for you," he whispered huskily and enjoyed how it seemed to make Phoenix shiver in response.

Miles pushed himself closer to the head of the bed but kept his legs open and inviting to the other man. He didn't have to ask for an invitation to resume where he left off. Miles was glad to see that he was just as shaky and anxious as he was. He stumbled over open the bottle of lube and trying to kiss him at the same time.

"Boxers," he whispered to his lover. "You need to remove them. I want to see you," Miles whispered before he lost the ability to talk again. His words caused another shiver to run through the dark haired man and he complied.

Miles smiled and took in a deep breath.

It was going to be a good night.

…..end..

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……………………………………….….epilogue next