11. Milo
MILO
Milo had dealt with almost two hours of interrogation from his flatmates when he got home on Sunday evening, and it was all three of them. Even Liam was in on it, the traitor, although he mentioned nothing about their previous conversation.
Kieran was like a dog with a bone, and finally went to bed assuming Milo was sleeping with a married man who had a wife and kids, which is why he was “too ashamed” to say anything.
There was no point in trying to correct him, or he’d just make another wild accusation.
At least this one wasn’t close to the truth.
Hassan had sided with Kieran’s suggestion. Liam had said nothing, and he suspected he’d be wanting a word with Milo when they were next alone. Liam would know that if Milo had spent the weekend with the guy from The Back Room, he would now know his identity.
For that reason, Milo had spent the last two days in the office, even though it was quiet.
Many people were working from home this week.
It was Christmas Eve on Friday, and that was when he was travelling with Lexie to stay with their family.
Liam was going back to his family tomorrow, so he just had to avoid him until then, and Kieran and Hassan always did their own thing for Christmas, given that neither of them spoke to their families.
Milo knew it wasn’t an easy time of year for them, so he didn’t pry into what they did, but whatever it was they went away for it.
“Milo, what are you doing here?” asked Patrick, making him jump.
“Working.”
“You know what I mean.”
“It’s just easier to focus here. The flat’s . . . busy.”
“Why don’t you finish up today? Have the rest of the week on me. You’ve worked so hard this year. I won’t need anything.”
There was a flash of pain in Patrick’s eyes. This time of year was difficult after the loss of his husband. It would only be the second Christmas without him.
“What are you doing for Christmas?”
“Not sure yet. Sebastian’s invited me to spend it with him and Charlie, and all his friends, but I understand there’ll be a bit of a crowd, so I might just have a quiet one.”
Sebastian was Patrick’s closest friend. They’d known each other since they were kids. He used to live in New York, but had recently moved back to the UK after meeting Charlie. Milo knew his boss appreciated having his friend close by.
“You can’t spend it on your own.”
“Why do I feel you’ve steered the conversation away from you taking the rest of the week off?”
“I’d rather keep busy. I’m not going away until Friday.”
“It’s Lexie’s turn this year, isn’t it?”
Milo nodded. He knew how lucky he was to have two amazing options.
They were so different. Liam’s family owned a bakery, so his mum went all out, and Milo usually gained a stone in three days with how much food they made him eat.
Not that he put up any resistance. Lexie’s family were big drinkers and enjoyed playing games.
It got very competitive, so when he came back, he needed to detoxify his liver .
. . after the New Year celebrations, of course.
Dry January wasn’t a choice; it was a necessity after a Christmas with Lexie’s family.
“Will you be seeing your boyfriend over Christmas?”
“My what?” Milo spluttered, unable to stop his face igniting, giving him away.
“You’ve just seemed happier recently. I put it down to you having a new man.”
How had Patrick noticed that? He’d been a workaholic for the last few months. Something had happened around the summer, and he’d been locked in his office more than usual.
“It’s . . . still new.”
That was a safe answer, as it wasn’t a lie, and to be honest he still didn’t know what he and Edward were.
They’d been texting each other because it wasn’t possible for them to meet up.
The Back Room was out since Hargreaves had made his threat, and they’d been lucky nobody had seen Milo at Edward’s house. It wasn’t worth risking it again.
“Ah, well, I won’t say anything. You having the Christmas present conundrum?”
“Yes, any advice for that?”
“I’m the last person you should ask.”
“Why?”
Patrick raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, right. Daddy always buys his boy presents.”
Patrick chuckled. “I’m glad nobody can hear us having this conversation.”
Milo laughed with him.
“The only advice I can give is if you want to get him something, then do it, but expect nothing in return.”
Milo nodded. It’s what he’d been thinking himself. He had a great idea after spending the weekend at Edward’s house, so hopefully he could sort it out quickly.
“So, I don’t want to see you here tomorrow, Milo, or online.”
“Yes sir.”
“Cheeky fucker,” Patrick snorted, before walking into his office. He left the door open this time.
What was Milo going to do tomorrow? If he stayed at home, Liam would want to speak to him, and he didn’t want to lie to his friend, but it wasn’t his secret to tell.
Perhaps he could convince Edward to spend the day at a hotel or something, away from all their drama.
He’d said he was working until Thursday, but it was still worth asking.
Milo: What are you doing tomorrow?
E: Working. You got something in mind?
Milo had put Edward’s name in his phone as “E” on the off chance someone saw it. He got notifications, but they only told him he had a message and not who it was from, which was annoying as it meant he would check every message straight away in case it was Edward. It was worth the hassle, though.
Milo: Thought I could give you something, so you don’t forget me over Christmas!
Not his best work, but it had been easier to write complete filth back when Edward was just a faceless profile. That was something to unpack later.
E: Why don’t you come over to my place later? You can stay the night. I have to work tomorrow, but I can do it from home.
Milo: Let me know the time, and I’ll be there. I’ll be careful.
E: I know you will xx
That was that sorted. Although now he had to pack a bag and leave his flat without Liam seeing him, or any of the others for that matter. Then he had to act like a spy to get into Edward’s house. The whole thing was a bit fucked up, so why did he find it so exciting?
“Fuck, Eddie, why do you always look so hot covered in my cum?”
Within seconds of arriving, Edward had pushed Milo against the wall in the hallway and dropped to his knees.
Milo hadn’t lasted longer than five minutes before he shot the first spurt down Edward’s throat, then he’d pulled out and finished on his face.
The guy was a master with his tongue, and Milo wasn’t able to stop himself from flying off the edge. Edward had been in control this time.
“Stay there,” said Milo. “And keep your eyes closed.”
He went to the downstairs toilet to get a cloth to wash Edward up, and when he looked back he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
This handsome and powerful guy was on his knees, still in his shirt and trousers, and his face was covered in Milo’s cum.
Edward had a huge smile on his face, and he’d caused that.
He snapped himself out of his staring, running the tap for a moment to warm the water before wetting the hand towel. There were no washcloths.
Milo cleaned up Edward’s face before cleaning his cock.
Not that Edward had left him anything to clean; the guy was a complete cum slut.
It’s not something they’d explored before, given they were in the dark, but Milo was all for this.
The feeling he got when a guy was marked with his seed made him feel almost primal.
Milo looked down and saw a noticeable wet patch in Edward’s trousers.
“Did you cum untouched again?”
He nodded, which made Milo preen. It was only after the effects of his orgasm wore off that he noticed the intoxicating aroma in the house.
“What’s that smell?”
“I made dinner.”
“Really?”
Edward laughed. “Yes, I told you I could cook when I’m not being distracted by you.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Never.”
He picked up Milo’s overnight bag off the floor and gestured for him to follow him into the kitchen diner. The smell was even more intense here. He couldn’t see anything, but the oven was on, so whatever deliciousness it was, it was in there. Edward put his bag on the sofa and offered him a drink.
“Do you have wine?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just something white, then. Not too dry.”
He smiled and went over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle that looked expensive, but then Milo knew little about wine.
All he knew was what he liked, which was most things, as long as they weren’t too dry.
As Edward poured him a glass, the whole thing felt domesticated.
Is this what it would be like to be in a relationship with someone older?
Milo had always gone for older guys, but he’d never dated one.
His last boyfriend had been the same age as him.
Their sexual compatibility had been incredible, but that was all they’d had going for them, and it had fizzled out after three months.
“Let’s sit down. I wanted to talk to you before we have dinner.”
That sounded ominous, but he nodded his agreement. It felt like their power dynamic had shifted again. Edward had a glass of red wine. He moved Milo’s bag off the sofa and gestured for Milo to sit next to him, then took a rather large gulp of his wine. Was he nervous?
“How would you feel about changing your plans for Christmas?”
“What do you mean?” He didn’t want to make any assumptions.
“I really like you, Milo. I’d like to see if there could be more here. If we spent some time together, where we had clothes on, we could get to know each other better.”
“So, we’d just stay here instead?”
“No. My friend has a place in Norway and he’s said we can use it. It’s a small town that only has about three hundred people living there. It’d be away from the chaos for both of us.”
Milo wasn’t sure what to say. It wasn’t often that he was lost for words.