6. Edward #2
That was ambitious of him, but Edward was willing to give it a go, so he went to grip his cock, but his hand was slapped away.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?”
Before Edward could reply, Milo had gripped his cock and squeezed it hard.
Edward couldn’t help but cry out as Milo continued to hammer his prostate, making sexy grunting noises.
With a twist of Milo’s hand on Edward’s cock, he flew over the edge and thought he was going to black out from the intensity of his orgasm.
His body wanted to melt into the mattress, but Milo was still pounding him at a relentless pace.
He was sensitive all over, but his cock spurted out even more cum, so he was on board with what Milo was doing.
Edward heard Milo’s breathing speed up, and his thrusts became more manic.
“Cum on my face,” said Edward.
Milo didn’t question him as he pulled out, and Edward heard the snap of the condom coming off as he turned around and got into position. The sound of Milo furiously pumping his cock was a huge turn-on, and Edward’s spent cock twitched, wanting to rejoin the party.
“I’m gonna cum,” said Milo, with a strangled moan.
Edward felt the warm cum hit his face. He loved it, and it had been a long time since he’d let someone do this to him, or met someone who was obliging. The cum continued to splatter over his face and chest. How much did the guy have in him?
He was startled when Milo licked the cum off his face, and then stuck his tongue down his throat.
Edward couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss.
Milo was a good kisser. Was there anything he wasn’t good at?
The kiss was sloppy and messy because there was cum everywhere, and Edward could feel he was getting hard again.
Milo gripped his cock and chuckled. “Told you I’d get two loads out of you tonight.”
And he did!
Over the next two months, they met up twice a week in The Back Room. Their greed for each other could never fully be satisfied, as the more they fucked, the more they wanted. It was like an addiction.
They’d gotten to know each other more, as Milo would stay and talk after their intense orgasms, and they had a surprising amount in common, considering their twelve-year age gap.
Both of them had been close to their mothers and had lost them, but Milo didn’t know his father, and Edward was envious of that.
Since he’d died, Edward realised his own father had no redeeming qualities, and wasn’t sure why he’d craved his praise so much, even if he rarely ever got it.
Milo talked about the three guys he lived with, but didn’t share their names, and Edward talked about having one close friend, but didn’t say it was Derek.
Despite the fact they never shared personal details that could identify either of them, they found a lot to talk about.
A shared love of seventies music, Thai food, and reading romance books were just some things they had in common.
For Edward, reading gay romance books was his escape into a fantasy world where he could imagine getting his own happy ever after against all the odds, like the heroes did in the books he read.
Milo shared that he’d written a book himself, and Edward wanted to read it so badly, but that wasn’t something he could ask.
“I collect historical ships in bottles,” said Edward one night.
“Do you assemble the ships yourself?”
“No, I don’t have the patience for that.”
Milo snorted. “Fair. I doubt I would either. Is there a specific era you’re collecting?”
“They are all famous British ships, from across time. I love the Tudor era, so anything from that time is a bonus, but some of those can be harder to find.”
“It’s strange, isn’t it, that everyone is fascinated with a king from five hundred years ago because he married six women and executed two of them?”
“There is more to the Tudor period than just Henry the eighth.”
“Are you a professor or something?”
Edward chuckled. “No, nothing like that.”
“Sorry.”
“What for?”
“I shouldn’t be asking you a question like that. It just slipped out.”
“It’s okay. I wish I could tell you something, but . . .”
“You don’t need to explain anything. I’d better get going anyway.”
Milo got up. Edward hated this part, but it was the arrangement they had.
They didn’t have each other’s phone numbers, and they only communicated through the app.
Edward hadn’t met up with anyone else since he’d first met Milo.
He wondered if Milo had done the same, and then shook away thoughts like that.
They had amazing sexual chemistry, but Milo didn’t know what Edward looked like.
He might not even fancy him if he saw him.
Milo looked younger than he was, based on his picture, but Edward was the opposite.
Politics was a job that aged you. When he first took the Deputy PM job five years earlier, he didn’t have a single grey hair.
Now there was far more salt than pepper.
Why would someone as vibrant as Milo want anything more than sex with an old man?
Edward was having a drink at the bar, which was surprisingly busy. It was December, and the gays were ready to party.
“What are you looking miserable for? You don’t look like a guy who’s just about to get railed,” said Derek. “Are you thinking about Milo? Or his cock?”
“Be quiet, will you?” he hissed.
“Nobody can hear us here. I repeat what I said last week . . . you should step away from this before you get in any deeper than you already have. I don’t want to see you get hurt, or Milo for that matter. He’s a nice kid.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve spoken to him when he’s come here to meet you.”
“How?”
“He grabs a bottle of water on his way out. I’ve served him a few times. You know I can read people well.”
“Does he hang around?”
“No, Eddie. He’s respectful of your privacy.”
“I’ll be fine. I know it’s just sex. If things were different, who knows, but they’re not.”
Edward knew his best friend didn’t believe a word of what he’d just said.
With Milo it felt like more than sex, but it wasn’t a relationship.
What was it, then? All Edward knew was that meeting up with Milo was the highlight of his week.
It was all he could think about most of the time, and when neither of them could make it, he’d be in a foul mood.
Something people had pulled him up on. The PM had asked him why he was so grumpy one day and another he looked like he’d won the lottery.
He needed to work on his poker face, which was usually bang on, but there was something about Milo that made him giddy.
The sex was always amazing, but Edward loved their chats afterwards even more.
Every time they talked about mundane crap he felt closer to Milo.
They didn’t talk about their respective work, for obvious reasons.
They’d even taken to watching the same TV show and talking about it afterwards, or reading the latest spicy read from their favourite authors.
How long could they keep this arrangement going before Milo got bored?
He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he want to be with someone he had to meet in secret?
“For fuck’s sake, Eddie, just come out. Most people won’t care.”
“I can’t. We’ll end up with Hargreaves as PM.”
“That will not happen.”
“How can you say that when we know which way the party members will go?”
“They didn’t last time.”
“That was different. Nobody was beating Olivia. This is not the same. She was never the underdog.”
“Neither are you, Eddie. People will probably be more pissed off if you come out after.”
“Don’t you think I know that? But if he becomes PM, we’re all fucked. I’m the only one who can stop him. What else can I do?”
Derek gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed his shoulder, which just made him feel even more ashamed.
Hargreaves was campaigning hard behind the scenes and trying to galvanise party support.
Edward was hearing conflicting reports, and the stance from the press now was when the PM would announce her departure, and not if.
“Don’t look now, but your boy toy is early.”
“What?” said Edward, snapping his neck up.
It didn’t take him long to spot Milo in the crowd, and he felt his stomach flutter. He was even more beautiful in person. Edward spotted some guys eyeing him up like they wanted to throw him around the bedroom. If only they knew what they’d be letting themselves in for. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Look at you getting all giddy over your man,” said Derek.
“He’s not my man.”
“Of course he isn’t. Have you fucked anyone else since you met him?”
“I need to confide in you less.”
Derek laughed. Edward saw Milo making his way towards the back, so he said a quick goodbye to Derek, pulled his cap forward, and made his way to the room they used.
Thankfully nobody was occupying it. They’d had to use other rooms before, but Edward was a creature of habit, and he liked the room where they’d first fucked.
There was nothing romantic about it, though, at least that’s what Edward was saying to himself.
Shortly after he was in the room, a familiar knock sounded.
“Come in,” said Edward.
“And how was your week, silver fox?”
“Eddie,” he said, not sure what had come over him.
“Okay, Eddie. How was your week?”
Eddie took a deep breath. It was fine. Lots of people were called Eddie. There was no way Milo would ever make the connection, especially as nobody but Derek and the PM called him that. How was he to know he’d just made a big mistake?