Chapter 11 #2
It didn’t seem possible but Milo’s eyes grew bigger behind his glasses and his pupils spread with a kind of desire Elio knew all too well: a hunger for knowledge and to learn.
“It must be important. May I?” Milo asked, gesturing at Elio’s fly.
His tone was matter-of-fact and he was completely unaware of the hard-on swelling beneath Elio’s jeans.
“Go for it,” Elio choked out and grabbed the dry erase board’s frame when Milo flicked the button at his waist free and tugged on the zipper, opening the front. Giving up underwear and going commando was a mistake!
“Is this…” Milo’s brows pinched as he strained to see through the trimmed hairs at the base of Elio’s cock. He let out a frustrated huff before dropping to his knees and grabbing Elio’s thigh to support himself as he read. “Is this…time?” he finally asked and looked up at Elio.
“Time?” Elio had no idea what Milo was referring to.
He seemed to realize where he was and that his thumb was curled around Elio’s shaft and a bright red rash rushed down Milo’s neck as his cheeks turned pink.
“Oh!” he gasped but instead of covering his face or jumping to his feet, Milo refocused and took in Elio’s gaping jeans, throbbing erection, and his position.
“Is this what Tyler meant by unlimited head?”
Elio squeezed his eyes shut and thought of Matteo’s feet. “Mein Gott! Yes, in my dreams,” he confessed and Milo’s gaze flicked to Elio’s.
“You’ve thought of me like this?”
“I’ve tried not to! But, sometimes… It’s been confusing for me.”
“I see.” Milo sat on his heels, chewing on a lip as he considered Elio’s hard-on.
“May I?” he asked but Elio could only nod and he had to hold his breath as Milo tugged the waist of his jeans lower and eased them down his thighs.
“There’s more!” Milo whispered but Elio didn’t know if he was referring to all the tattoos on his thighs or his exposed cock.
“Can I touch this?” he pointed and Elio’s cock jumped, making Milo jump.
The room tilted and Elio couldn’t breathe. “If you wish.”
Trembling fingers grazed Elio’s length and Milo gasped. “It’s so hot! Does that hurt?”
“Hurt? Haven’t you—?” Elio rolled a hand vaguely, unable to manage full sentences.
“Not really,” Milo said, shaking his head. “I used to think there was something wrong with me because I never thought about…it like the other boys and I never got turned on, no matter what I looked at. Boys, girls, enbies… Nothing happened.”
“I understand. I’m…fickle and rarely think of it.” Oh, but he was thinking about it now, hard.
Milo answered with another one of his distracted hums as he held Elio’s pulsing shaft on his palm, examining it.
“My dads explained that I was probably demisexual and maybe even asexual and that some people just are. My dad, Giles, wasn’t attracted to anyone until he got to be good friends with Mom.
And Riley. He’s always had a thing for Riley.
It’s always been Riley for him, since they were kids, and he’s never really felt any attraction to anyone else but Mom. ”
“That sounds very special, actually,” Elio said as he imagined being Milo’s “only one.” No one had ever made Elio’s libido sing and he wondered what that kind of attraction felt like.
He had never pursued it because he didn’t have time for more than one obsession but for a moment, Elio craved Milo’s touch and to touch and taste every inch of his body.
“I think…I’m feeling it now,” Milo said in a soft whisper, his breath feathering against Elio’s thigh and his cock, making him shiver.
“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. You’re killing me, Milo.
” Elio traced Milo’s lower lip with his thumb, stunned at how full and soft it was.
“You really are the most beautiful man I have ever known.” How had Elio overlooked his perfect lips and incredibly handsome face?
Was he so blinded by Milo’s brilliance that he’d missed how hot he was? “I’m a fool!”
“No. You’re beautiful.” Milo rubbed his cheek against Elio’s thigh, over an illustration of the accretion of gas cloud G2 onto Sgr A*. “Everywhere I look, I see something beautiful.” He dragged his lips up Elio’s shaft and nudged the head. “What do I do if I want to…give you pleasure?”
Elio was lightheaded and his chest heaved as if he was running. Am I swooning? What is this? It wasn’t the first time he’d received head but this was something far more meaningful—magical—as Milo stared up at Elio and waited for instructions. Elio caressed Milo’s cheek, captivated. “Exist. Smile.”
A soft laugh wafted from Milo as he covered the head in feather-soft kisses. “I don’t know anything about sex and unlimited head but I’m pretty sure there’s more to it than that.”
“Yes, but I am so close, Milo. A smile might be enough. In fact…” Elio looked around, then locked on the sofa. “Why don’t I go first?” he suggested but didn’t wait for Milo to answer. Elio scooped him up onto his feet by his armpits. “It would be easier to just show you.”
“O—kay…” Milo nodded, slightly dazed but raised his arms when Elio pulled his T-shirt up and off and danced them toward the sofa. “I do learn better by observing.” He allowed Elio to untie his pajama pants and push them down, then dropped onto the cushions when he received a gentle push.
“Good. Because I have to taste you. Now,” Elio lowered to his knees and whisked away Milo’s pants. He let out a shocked gasp when he noticed a tattoo on Milo’s hip. “What’s this?” he asked as he traced it, then gasped louder when he finally made out the words. “Justice for Pluto?”
Milo hummed and nodded drunkenly. “One day, I’ll restore Pluto’s honor.”
“I love it, Milo.” Elio kissed it reverently before moving lower and breathing him in, painfully aroused and unusually aware of the smell and warmth of Milo’s body.
He had never cared with his other partners, those past encounters had been nothing more than quick exchanges of favors.
Most had happened in bathrooms or stairwells and often because Elio simply could without deviating from his schedule and they were never distracting.
Now, Elio was enthralled and wanted to know all of Milo’s secrets and how every inch of him tasted.
“I’ll be gentle, because you’ll be very sensitive, but you don’t have to be gentle with me.
” His hands glided up Milo’s thighs and he arched and gasped as Elio parted them.
Goosebumps spread across Milo’s stomach and down his legs and Elio watched as his cock swelled and twitched to attention.
Elio blew on it softly, making Milo yelp and moan.
“Eli! I— Please, touch me!”
“Shhh… I will.” Elio pressed a kiss to Milo’s cock, then dragged his tongue all the way up and around the head before sucking on it. He kept the pressure light but Milo would have hit the ceiling if he hadn’t grabbed onto the back and the arm of the sofa.
“Elio!”
“Mmmm…” He rumbled and groaned in approval at the tart, softly salty taste of Milo’s pre-cum. “Push on my head if you want me to suck harder and pull my hair if it’s too much. Got it?”
Milo nodded. “Got it,” he croaked.
“Good.” That was the last time Elio planned to use his mouth for words until Milo came.
He opened wider and took Milo as deep as he could and Elio hoped he was a screamer.
Elio sucked as he raised his head and was rewarded with a louder moan.
It wasn’t long before Milo was setting the pace, his legs kicking and his feet flexing and curling as he pushed and guided Elio’s head up and down.
Unaware and unburdened by shame, Milo was lost in his body and the pleasure Elio lavished on him.
Elio pumped and kneaded as he sucked, glorying in the tastes and the sounds of Milo’s pleasure.
Before, sex had been a mechanical process that Elio timed and tracked by his own needs and impulses but he was completely tuned in to Milo’s body, thrilling at every response and eagerly anticipating his sensory overload.
“Eli! Eli, wait!” Milo whimpered as he began to tremble and buck. “Something’s happening! I—! I’m—!”
“It’s alright. Let go. Let me taste your cum.”
“Eli! Oh!” Milo cried out, his fingers twisting tight in Elio’s hair as cum pumped from his cock. It coated Elio’s tongue and he knew bliss as Milo chanted his name and lolled on the sofa. Heat plumed in Elio’s core as the throbbing pressure in his sac and cock became insistent.
“Here,” Elio said as he stood and guided Milo’s head. Lust drunk and still giddy, Milo opened wide and sucked with clumsy enthusiasm.
“Like this?” he asked, then let out a faint gag as he attempted to take all of Elio’s length.
That was it. “Ja! Fuck, Milo! Yes!” Elio held onto Milo’s head as he rose on his toes, grunting as the hot pleasure in his core burst and cum rushed from his cock.
“Mmm!” Milo tried to swallow it all but laughed and caught it as it spilled down his chin.
Elio withdrew and stumbled, catching the back of the armchair before he fell into the fireplace.
“Mein Gott!” He shuddered as his nerves flickered and glowed and Elio’s inner monologue alternated between English and German.
“Pick an operating system!” he ordered his brain and gave his forehead a hard smack.
He generally thought and spoke in English unless he was talking to his brothers but German terms of endearment swirled in Elio’s brain, tangling his tongue.
“Is that what’s supposed to happen?” Milo fell back, his limbs limp and his glasses askew.
“Uh…” Elio winced down at his cock as it softened. “More or less. Maybe not so quickly,” he murmured but Milo made a drowsy, dreamy sound as he yawned.
“I think I’d like unlimited head.”
Elio drew back and cast a wary look at the sofa.
“That might kill me,” he said, making Milo giggle.
“And we’d never get any work done,” he added under his breath and paused, concerned that they had created a new complication and possibly put their fledgling partnership at risk.
“There’s something I have to work on but you should rest,” he said before making his escape.
He could only go as far as his bedroom, unfortunately, and Elio realized he might have miscalculated by moving into the same building as the Ashbys.