5. Milo #2
“Just work stuff.” That was the safest answer.
“Is the daddy making you work too hard?” said Liam with a smirk.
Milo groaned. Why had he opened his big mouth? One night, when they were on their fourth bottle of wine, he’d told his flatmates his boss was a daddy.
“Tell me about the guy you met last night. Are you not going to see him again?”
“It was a one-time thing,” said Milo. “And if I did see him again, it would just be for another fuck. He’s not the relationship kind.”
“Ah, is he one of those older gays who had a relationship in his twenties, it didn’t work out, and now he wants to fuck anything that moves and make up for lost time?”
“Not that you’re bitter about that or anything?”
Liam had been seeing an older guy last summer, who had promised him the world as he’d wooed him into bed.
He’d been a senior partner at the private equity firm Liam worked at, so they could have gotten into all kinds of trouble if people found out.
They’d hooked up a few times, and then Liam had seen him cosying up to one of the junior associates, so he’d fucked him off.
Liam wasn’t one to do things by halves either.
He’d found a new job two weeks later, put his notice in, and had gotten a twenty per cent salary uplift for his troubles at one of their biggest competitors, which had resulted in him getting garden leave and being paid to sit at home for three months.
If only Milo had that kind of determination to get shit done, perhaps he would have finally published his first book, which he’d been sitting on for the last two years.
“I’m not making that mistake again,” said Liam. “No workplace romances for me. It might work out in the books, but real life is very different.”
Milo laughed. They were both big devourers of gay romance books, although Milo preferred romantasy to contemporary.
That was the book he’d written. It was about an alpha wolf who was bisexual, and tradition dictated he mate with a female to make the pack stronger.
Then a young wolf with no special powers stumbled into the alpha’s territory seeking refuge.
It touched on first times, class struggles, and of course plenty of drama from inside and outside the pack.
Liam had read it and loved it, even though he didn’t read that genre, but Milo hesitated in publishing it.
He was afraid of people hating it and telling him how awful it was.
“Are you not going to tell me anything about this guy?” asked Liam.
Milo needed to speak to someone, and Liam was the least judgy, which is why they’d been friends for so long. Lexie didn’t judge either, but she was currently on the dance floor, and she could also get all protective and mumsy with Milo. It was both endearing and irritating at the same time.
“He’s in the closet.”
Liam looked sympathetic, which is what Milo felt for the guy as well.
“We met in The Back Room, so I don’t know his name or what he looks like.”
“Fuck. That’s kinda hot.”
“Oh it was, but . . .”
“But what?”
“I want to do it again, but I think it was a one-time deal.”
“Do you have any way of contacting him?”
“Through the app. But he has a lot more to lose than me, so it needs to be him who gets in touch.”
“Why does he have more to lose? You’ve clearly already got feelings for this guy.”
“I don’t have feelings for him,” Milo scoffed. “It was just fantastic sex, so why shouldn’t I want it again?”
“Nothing wrong with that, but don’t make out that you wouldn’t like more. You’re like me, Milo, a hopeless romantic. The mystery man, hiding his true self from the world, and then he meets a twink with a big dick and everything changes.”
“Get fucked,” said Milo, shoving Liam’s shoulder and laughing.
“Ooh, maybe he’s famous, and that’s why he’s not out. Maybe it’s Henry Cavill?”
“That’s your fantasy, dear.”
“Ooh, maybe he’s a politician. Imagine that? Imagine if he were a cabinet minister?”
Milo spluttered his drink. The thought of him being someone like that hadn’t even entered his brain, but Liam had a penchant for the dramatic.
“Ooh, let’s play a game,” said Liam. “Who is a cabinet minister you’d fuck?”
Milo looked at him, dumbfounded.
“What are you girls gossiping about?” asked Kieran, sitting down at the table.
“We were just saying which cabinet minister we would fuck,” said Liam.
Kieran visibly gagged. “Why on earth are you talking about that?”
“Just a bit of fun. Who would it be for you, Kieran?”
Milo was expecting Liam to be told to get fucked, so his jaw dropped when Kieran answered the question.
“Chivington would be my choice.”
“You were kicking off the other day about him becoming the prime minister, and now you want to fuck him?” said Milo.
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck him. He’s just the best looking of that lot.”
“Agreed,” said Liam. “He’s got the whole silver-fox vibe going.”
Milo immediately thought of pounding his mysterious silver fox, and his dick twitched.
“It’s not just that,” said Kieran. “He’s the only one who actually answers questions properly, and doesn’t spout off a load of spin and bullshit.”
“They do that from all sides,” said Milo.
“And there are rumours he might be closeted. Might have thought he would have said something more pointed about Hargreaves, though, if he’s one of us.”
“What are these rumours?” asked Milo, mainly to avoid Kieran going into a rant about politicians who were silent on an issue being worse than those who were against it.
“He’s in his forties, unmarried, never been connected to a woman in the ten years he’s been a politician.”
“Isn’t that a bit of a stereotype? Why can’t a straight man still be single in his forties and be focussed on his career?”
“Stereotypes don’t apply to straight people.”
“What?” said Milo, incredulous.
Kieran laughed. “I’m just fucking with you. I’d rather chop my dick off than stick it in any politician, no matter how good looking they are.”
“I don’t think you stick your dick in anything, dear, or are we forgetting the Latvian?” said Liam.
“I’m vers.”
“Yeah, aren’t we all.”
Milo couldn’t help laughing.
“My point still stands. I’d rather sleep with a serial killer than with any of this current lot. Don’t you agree?”
He looked at them all pointedly. In truth, Milo didn’t want to sleep with either. Both would have their complications including judgement from his friends. He’d just stick to his silver fox if he could see him again – or rather, meet him again.
Kieran was still rambling on about how sleeping with certain politicians was a crime against the gay community, and Milo didn’t dare interrupt when he was in full flow. Whether Kieran had been joking earlier, there was one thing Milo agreed with him on: Edward Chivington was hot.