17. Milo
MILO
His bedroom door burst open, startling him.
“Jesus, Kieran. You frightened the shit out of me.”
“It would have been better if you were shagging a married man.”
“What are you –”
He grabbed his phone and opened the news app.
His own face was staring back at him, with the headline “Deputy PM’s Secret Gay Lover.
” Milo’s first instinct was to call Edward, but he’d be dealing with his side of things.
He could call Derek, who’d given Milo his number and told him to call anytime if he needed to talk to someone who knew how all this shit worked – and by “shit,” he meant politics.
“I see you’re not even going to deny it,” said Kieran, his arms folded across his chest, with a scowl.
With his tattoos and piercings, you’d think he’d look intimidating, but Milo knew him too well.
It was hard for him to keep a straight face.
The only thing Milo had to do was get out of here.
If the press knew who he was, then they’d know where he lived soon, if they didn’t already, and he wasn’t bringing that to his flatmates’ door.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Five months.”
“Five months!” Kieran shrieked.
“What’s going on?” asked Hassan, appearing in the doorway. He looked like he was dead on his feet.
“Milo is Chivington’s secret fuckboy.”
“What?”
“He’s the one in the papers.”
“Really?”
Milo nodded.
“He’s hot.”
“Hassan!” said Kieran, horrified.
“What? Even you said you’d go there.”
“That was hypothetical and just about the aesthetic. Milo is literally sleeping with the enemy.”
Hassan rolled his eyes. “Fuck this. I’m going back to bed. I’ve got another eighteen-hour shift later.”
He walked away without another word. Kieran glared at Milo again and went to open his mouth, no doubt to start another rant, but Milo’s phone rang, silencing Kieran.
“Milo, they know about you,” said Edward. He sounded so concerned, and that made him love the man even more. He needed to tell him the next time they were in the same room.
“I’m aware. I’ve got Kieran glaring at me for sleeping with the enemy.”
Edward chuckled. At least Milo could still make him laugh.
“I’m sending a car for you. It’ll take you to Derek’s. If you’re being followed, they’ll know how to lose the tail.”
“How long?”
“Five minutes.”
“Will you be there?”
“Soon. I promise. Just let me get you somewhere safe for now.”
This was the moment he wanted to tell Edward how he felt about him, but Kieran was still glaring at him, and it was hard not to laugh.
Edward suggested he pack clothes for a couple of days, and see if he could work from home.
He didn’t tell Edward he hadn’t been in since Patrick had said he was going to run the story.
Milo knew if he was near his boss, he would say something he’d regret.
He knew it was highly probable that Patrick hadn’t had any choice in the matter, but Milo still needed someone to blame.
Once he’d finished the call, he jumped up and pulled his stuff together.
“Where is he taking you?” asked Kieran.
“I’m just going to lie low for a couple of days.”
“I still can’t believe you’ve been fucking a politician.”
“Well, I have, so deal with it, or piss off.”
“I live here!”
“I was just making a dramatic statement, Jesus. Can you bugger off. I’ve only got a few minutes to pack and be ready.”
“Fine, but we’re not done here. I have questions.”
“I’m sure you do, but not now, Kieran.”
He frowned again and went to walk away.
“Kieran.”
He turned back.
“This isn’t just fucking, you know. I love him, so try to get your head round it, okay?”
Kieran’s eyes widened before he left Milo to his frantic packing. He needed to see Edward, so he hoped he wouldn’t be left hanging for too long.
It was another six hours before Edward arrived at Derek’s house.
His friend was great company and knew how to crack a joke to ease the tension, but Milo had been climbing the walls until Edward arrived.
Before he could say anything, Edward grabbed Milo and dragged him upstairs. He could hear Derek laughing.
“I think we need to talk first, Eddie.”
“As much as I love you, Milo, I don’t want my best friend hearing what you do to me.”
Milo stopped in his tracks.
“What is it?” asked Edward, frowning.
“You love me?”
His face softened. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. But yes, Milo. I should have told you in Norway. I knew then, but I wanted things to be more certain before I said anything.”
Milo couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Yes, the timing’s shit with everything going on, but I need you to know that you’re it for me, Milo. If I have to choose between you and this job, you’ll win every time.”
Milo grabbed Edward by the face and pulled him into a fiery kiss.
Edward guided them into the bedroom and closed the door.
Their hands were everywhere, but there was no desperation to get each other’s clothes off.
They fell onto the bed, and Milo flipped them over so he was on top of Edward, and he deepened the kiss before attacking his neck with kisses and bites.
Milo slid off the bed, so his knees were on the floor.
He opened Edward’s belt and pulled his thick, throbbing cock out.
The foreskin had pulled back, and he was dripping with precum.
Milo loved how much this man wanted him.
He licked up Edward’s shaft, caressing the three prominent veins with his tongue, before circling the head and tasting the precum of the man who loved him.
“Eddie?”
He looked at Milo, his pupils blown and eyes hooded.
“I love you too.”
Before Edward could respond, Milo took him down to the root. He almost gagged, but he’d trained his gag reflex with dildos at university. He loved fucking jocks, but the supposedly straight guys avoided bum stuff. They couldn’t get enough of having their cocks sucked, though.
He heard Edward groan loudly before it was muffled.
Milo looked up and couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw his man literally biting the pillow.
The sound of his laughter must have vibrated round Edward’s dick, because he groaned again, and bucked his hips.
Milo gripped the base of Edward’s cock and pumped his shaft as he focussed his mouth on the top half, using his tongue to make Edward babble.
“Milo . . . I’m close . . . I can’t . . . I’m gonna . . .”
Milo hummed his approval, and pushed the tip of his finger against Edward’s hole, and that was enough for him to cry out his release.
No pillow stopped that sound from carrying.
Milo loved the feeling of Edward’s cum hitting the back of his throat.
He kept tugging on his cock and using his tongue to make sure he didn’t miss a drop as Edward’s body shook with pleasure.
Once Milo was sure there wasn’t any cum left, he climbed back up Edward’s body and kissed him again.
Edward put his hand on Milo’s throbbing cock. He knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum, but this wasn’t about him. The situation was stressful enough for Milo; he couldn’t even imagine what it felt like for Edward.
“You can play with him later,” said Milo, sliding Edward’s hand away.
Edward didn’t look pleased with that announcement.
“Are you pouting?”
“I don’t pout.”
Milo laughed before snuggling into Edward. “I guess we better do that talking thing we’re supposed to do.”
Edward laughed with him. “I’ve got a plan.”
“Of course you do. Let’s hear it, then.”