9. Milo #2
“What are you talking about?”
“That was a good poker face, but I work with journalists. She’s stepping down in the new year, probably to mark her ten-year anniversary, but I’m guessing on that. She will endorse you. Job done.”
Eddie said nothing for a second, just rubbed his face.
There was a slight scratchy sound from his five o’clock shadow.
That wasn’t something he usually had, so he must have shaved each time before they’d hooked up.
Milo’s mind went in two different directions.
One was that it was a sweet thing to do, and the other was wondering what that scruff would feel like being rubbed against his cock with Eddie on his knees in front of him.
“What are you thinking about?” asked Edward.
“Nothing.”
“You can be honest with me. If you’ve got an opinion about me not coming out, I’d rather hear it from you directly, rather than make assumptions.”
“Eddie, I would never pressure someone to come out, or dictate their timeline. You have your reasons, and they’re yours. I won’t lie and say that having an openly gay prime minister wouldn’t be incredibly inspiring, but I can only imagine the scrutiny that would bring.”
“If I tell you something, do you promise not to tell anyone else?”
“Is it about assassinating someone?”
“Don’t believe everything you see in films. We don’t get three kills per parliament.”
Milo snorted.
“Hargreaves is going for it as well.”
“That’s hardly a secret, and isn’t your chair going to make each candidate have to get the backing of a hundred MPs?”
“Who told you that?”
“Try looking on the internet sometime.”
“A lot of that is hearsay and conjecture, and there’s been nothing mentioned about the leadership contest. She hasn’t even resigned yet. If she’s even going to.”
“You don’t need to be a politician with me. I know there’s a lot of shit online, but if you know how to sift through all the clutter, find the patterns, you get the true story.”
“I thought you weren’t a journalist.”
“Patrick knows I love doing research, so he’ll ask me to find out what people are saying online. The difference being that he doesn’t print it without evidence.”
“That’s true. Well, the reason I need to be careful about coming out is that if it goes to a party member vote, he’ll almost certainly win.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded.
“Fuck. Kieran would have a stroke.”
“Who’s Kieran?” he asked, with a slight edge to his voice.
“One of my flatmates. Are you jealous?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
Milo laughed. There were still a lot of things they needed to talk about, but politics was not one of them.
Besides, it was becoming increasingly difficult to sit across from Edward when he was dressed all casual.
His muscular arms were on display, the hair on his chest poked out of the V-neck, especially when he smiled or laughed .
. . God, the man was more than a simple silver fox; he was fucking hot.
“You’ve got that look on your face again,” said Edward.
“What look?”
“The one you had before. What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly?”
“Please.”
The blood rushed to his cock with that one simple word.
“I was imagining what it would feel like to rub my cock against your stubble when you’re kneeling in front of me, with your mouth watering at the thought of me fucking your throat.”
Edward’s eyes widened in shock, but there was heat in them.
He liked the idea. Should Milo push it more?
Before he could say anything, Edward took the mug out of Milo’s hands and put it on the side with his own.
He got down on the floor and kneeled between Milo’s legs.
Their eyes locked, and it was clear he was waiting for instructions, so Milo stood up.
“Take my trousers off.”
He sucked in a sharp breath before he fumbled with Milo’s belt. Was he nervous or turned on? Milo didn’t say anything. He was already rock hard, so if Edward took his time before getting his mouth on Milo, that might be a good thing.
He felt instant relief once his cock sprang free, as Edward yanked his jeans and boxers down in one go.
“Fuck. How have I had this beast inside me so many times?” he asked, gripping Milo’s cock and giving it a few strokes. He was already leaking, so his foreskin pulled back with ease, showing the head of his cock.
“You take my cock like a greedy little slut, don’t you, Eddie?”
He gasped, but there was definite desire in his eyes. So, Edward liked the dirty talk with the lights on as well. He could do that.
“Are you going to swallow my cum, Eddie?”
He nodded, with a smile on his face.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You only focus on getting me off. If you do a good job, I’ll let you cum after. Okay?”
There was a moment of hesitation on his face, and Milo wondered if he’d gone too far, but that smile was soon back and he nodded in agreement.
Although Milo always liked to be in control during sex, there was something extra about having one of the most senior men in government on his knees in front of him. He felt powerful.
“Open wide for me, Eddie. I want to fuck your throat and choke you with my cum.”
Edward opened his mouth, his eyes never leaving Milo’s. He used a hand to grip the back of Edward’s head, using the other to stroke his cock. Once his lips were right in front of Milo’s cock head, he smeared them with precum.
“Put your tongue out for me.”
Edward did as he was told, and Milo slapped the head of his cock against Edward’s tongue a few times before thrusting in as far as he could go. Edward gagged, but didn’t push Milo away.
“Take it all for me. You can do it.”
His pubes brushed against Edward’s lips, and he could see the bulge of his cock head in Edward’s throat.
His eyes were watering, but it was clear he was loving it.
Milo pulled out, giving him a couple of seconds to get some air before plunging back in.
He did this a few times, each one longer, to see how long Edward could be choked on Milo’s cock before tapping out, but he had a determined look on his face.
Milo used both hands to grip the back of Edward’s head and fucked his throat with deep, powerful thrusts.
Oh, how he’d love to be inside his warm hole right now, but he wasn’t sure if that was an option.
How could they carry on their arrangement now they knew each other like this?
He didn’t want to think about that right now, not when he was thrusting in and out of Edward’s warm mouth.
Spit dripped from his mouth onto the expensive-looking rug as Milo continued to abuse the man’s throat.
His hums of pleasure were enough to let Milo know how much he loved it.
Milo kept fucking Edward’s face, holding back his orgasm as long as he could.
Why hadn’t they done this in The Back Room?
They’d usually just got straight down to fucking.
How did he not know how perfect Edward’s throat was for his cock?
He could have been getting blown like this for the past few months.
Hopefully, he’d get another opportunity.
Milo felt his calves tense as he thrust deeper down Edward’s throat, his strokes becoming more erratic.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, so he showed no mercy to the man kneeling at his feet as he chased his release.
“I’m gonna cum,” he grunted.
Edward hummed his approval a few seconds before Milo emptied down his throat.
His orgasm hit him so hard his legs almost buckled, but Edward gripped his thighs whilst taking down every drop.
Milo could feel his cock still pulsing as Edward milked more out of him.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever cum that much, even when he was a constantly horny teenager.
He did a few more slow thrusts as his brain came back online, but his cock was sensitive.
As it softened, he slipped out of Edward’s mouth, who used his tongue to lick up any remaining cum.
The head of his cock was still sensitive, but who was he to deny Edward his pleasure when he looked so happy?
Once Edward was done with his cock, Milo sat back on the sofa, his jeans still round his ankles.
He was still breathing heavily, but conscious that Edward hadn’t cum yet.
“Pull your cock out,” he demanded.
“I’m good.”
“I said . . . pull your cock out.”
“As sexy as that sounds, I don’t think I’ll be ready to go again just yet.”
“Go again?”
Milo looked down and saw a noticeable wet patch in Edward’s grey jogging bottoms. Those things hid nothing. It’s why the gays loved them so much.
“Enjoy that, did you?”
“I love sucking cock,” he croaked.
“I can tell!”
Edward laughed, which turned into a coughing fit. Milo pulled his trousers up and rushed into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. Edward followed him, and seemed to be over the worst, but he happily took the water, downing the whole glass. He smiled at Milo as he passed the glass back.
“Are you okay?” asked Milo.
“Yeah. I needed that.”
“Happy to be of service,” he said with a smile.
Edward frowned at him.
“What?”
“Is it overstepping if I ask you to share dinner with me, and . . . stay the night?” asked Edward.
Milo wasn’t expecting him to ask that. They still had a lot they needed to talk about, but that could happen later.
He nodded, giving a shy smile. He wasn’t sure where all his confidence from a few minutes ago had gone.
Edward must have sensed his vulnerability as he walked over and pulled him into a hug.
It was something they’d never done before, and it felt like the most wonderful thing in the world.