5. Milo
MILO
It was the crack of dawn. Why had he agreed to be up at this time of day?
He didn’t even get up this early for work, and his thighs were aching after he’d fucked the silver fox into oblivion.
Milo wasn’t sure why he’d kissed him afterwards, but he’d felt this overwhelming connection to the guy.
How shitty was his life that he had to hide in the closet like that?
For all Milo knew, he could actually have a wife and kids stashed away, but he suspected the guy was telling the truth.
Milo didn’t feel sorry for him as such, but he empathised with him.
He’d had friends who had struggled to come out.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for someone in their forties with their career already established.
Milo wondered what he did that meant he couldn’t come out in this day and age.
He didn’t have time to dwell on his mystery man, though, as he was being ushered out into the freezing cold by a determined Kieran, who was decked out in the trans flag and carrying half a dozen placards. You couldn’t fault the guy for his commitment to the cause.
“This is surely a hate crime,” grumbled Liam. “Gay people aren’t built to be up this early. How did Hassan get out of this?”
“I’ll be having words with him once he drags his slutty arse home,” said Kieran. “There are more important things in this world than getting your dick wet.”
Milo snorted. It was true, but Kieran was a bit of a hypocrite.
He was hardly an innocent virgin. They’d been on a boys’ holiday to Gran Canaria once and had stayed in a gay hotel.
The four of them were the only Brits staying there at the time, and there were a lot of German and Dutch guys who didn’t believe in something as simple as clothing, even at the breakfast buffet.
Kieran had embraced it, showing off his tattoos and piercings.
Milo had no shame about his body or his dick, but he was still British and was reserved regarding public nudity.
They’d all made a bet at the start of the holiday about who could fuck the most guys in a week, but before they’d even gone out on the first night, Kieran had already had three guys from their hotel.
They’d been ready to declare him the winner on the first night, but one of them had been very clingy and dominant and hadn’t let Kieran leave his room for the next three days until he went home.
Kieran had reemerged looking bandy-legged and covered in love bites.
He hadn’t gone out at night for the rest of the week.
It had been hilarious to see their gobby friend stunned into silence after being railed non-stop for seventy-two hours.
They’d all seen the baseball bat the East European had had swinging between his legs.
“What are you smiling at?” asked Kieran.
“Just randomly thought of you and that Latvian guy in Gran Canaria.”
Liam snorted. Kieran glared at him.
“What? I can’t help where my thoughts go at this ungodly hour. I’m still half asleep.”
“Did you ever hear from him again? He took a shine to you – well, your hole at least,” said Liam.
It was Milo’s turn to snort. Kieran was doubling down on his glare, which just made Milo chuckle more.
“Is this because you were out fucking last night? Is that why you’ve got sex on the brain?”
“What?” said Liam, with a grin on his face. “Who have you been fucking?”
“Bitch!” said Milo to Kieran, who was smiling now. He thought he’d been quiet coming back in.
“What’s his name?” asked Liam.
“None of your business,” said Milo.
He didn’t want to say they’d met online as they’d ask to see his profile, and then he’d get into the whole DL thing with his friends.
They would assume the worst, and get into his head – especially Kieran, who believed anyone who wasn’t out of the closet had a secret family.
To be fair, he had experienced that, so it was based on his own reality.
He really didn’t have the best of luck with men, so Milo couldn’t blame him for being single.
“Come on,” said Liam, who could be relentless. “Tell us about him. Are you going to see him again?”
Milo wanted to. It’s why he’d offered as he was leaving, but he knew it was unlikely.
How could he feel such a strong connection to someone when he didn’t even know what the guy looked like, let alone his name?
Yes, the sex had been spectacular, but there was more to it than orgasms. Although he’d thought he was going to black out with how intensely he’d cum last night.
And he’d cum first, which was poor top etiquette, but being inside that tight heat, and the guy being able to take everything Milo had been willing to give, had made it impossible for him to hold back.
Most guys he fucked misjudged just how hard he could fuck, and then couldn’t take him at full force.
He’d held nothing back with his silver fox, and he’d taken it and responded perfectly to Milo’s dirty talk.
His cock twitched, and he needed not to get hard in front of these two.
“Oh my God. You’re smiling,” said Liam. “Is Milo in love?”
“What? Of course not. It was just a one-off. Bit of tension relief. Nothing more to say.”
Milo knew from the look on Liam’s face that this conversation wasn’t done yet.
Milo wasn’t sure why he felt such a pull to the mystery man, though that was not something to unpack at six o’clock on a Saturday morning.
Fortunately, Kieran was in mega control-freak mode, so Liam couldn’t ask any more questions before they were being loaded up with placards, and ushered out the door.
There’d be no time to think about anything else.
Kieran ran through the itinerary for the day, and it was full-on.
Milo could already sense that today was going to be exhausting.
As he suspected, except for a couple of people, nobody else was at the protest starting point this early.
But by ten o’clock, it was a different story, and thousands surrounded them where they’d staked out a spot by Nelson’s Column.
The plan was to march from Trafalgar Square, down Whitehall, and assemble outside the Houses of Parliament for speeches.
There was already a heavy police presence, but that wasn’t unusual for any form of protest. More people had joined their group.
Most were people Kieran worked with, who looked like they’d had little say in whether or not they attended.
Kieran was suggesting they get into a suitable position so they could be at the front of the march, but Milo wouldn’t move until Lexie was with them. There were still others who were joining them as well—namely, the people who this march was for—and Kieran was doing his usual and taking over.
“Can you shut the fuck up, Kieran?” said Hassan. “We’ll move when everyone’s here. It’s not like we’re marching for miles. It’s literally a kilometre down one road. We’re not going to miss anything, so chill the fuck out.”
Kieran looked lost for words. Milo looked at the floor, at the sky, and anywhere that wasn’t toward the drama.
Even though there were thousands of people around them, their little bubble was all uncomfortably silent.
Hassan usually just went along with whatever Kieran wanted for a quiet life.
It was rare for him to snap, but when he did, he could be brutal.
There’d been some pointed words from Kieran when Hassan had rocked up an hour earlier, looking like he’d spent the night getting dicked down.
The smile had soon been wiped off Hassan’s face when Kieran had accused him of not having his priorities straight.
There’d been queenie glares from each of them, so this outburst shouldn’t be a surprise.
Kieran gave Milo a pointed look as if he was expecting him to say something to Hassan.
Was he crazy? He wasn’t getting involved in this, or taking a side, even if he agreed with Hassan – which was something he’d keep to himself.
This march wasn’t about them. It was great they were a group of allies, but Hassan had made a valid point; they needed to wait for the others.
“What’s up, bitches?” said a familiar voice.
Milo spun around away from Kieran’s glare with a sense of relief.
He pulled Lexie into a hug, which startled her, but she laughed and hugged him back.
Her arrival broke the tension as everyone said their hellos.
She’d brought some of her sisters to join the protest, and Milo snuck a glance at Kieran.
He was smiling, but Milo had known him long enough to know he’d been hurt by what Hassan had said.
Hopefully they could sort things out quickly, or this was going to be an awkward day.
Milo was exhausted after the full-on day, so when Kieran suggested they go into Soho afterwards, he wanted to decline.
Milo hadn’t slept well last night, as he’d kept playing the epic fuck he’d had, with the silver fox over in his mind.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the guy all day, and had almost gone online to see if he was around for another fuck, but he didn’t want to come across as desperate.
Kieran and Hassan had made up during the day, which was good, but it also meant they’d ganged up on Milo and forced him to go out. So here he was at Madame Hoes again, but at least Hollywood Starr was down to perform tonight.
“What’s up with you?” asked Liam.
Milo looked to his left and saw his friend with a concerned look on his face.
“Just tired.”
“After the night with your mystery man?”
Milo felt his face heat. He wasn’t sure why.
Not that he was shy talking about sex – it was impossible to be that way, living with these three.
Was he embarrassed about the circumstances?
No, he’d done nothing wrong. Or was it because he couldn’t stop thinking about a guy he wouldn’t recognise if he passed him on the street?