Chapter 16 #2
“Then I was a goober too because I thought you were fascinating and brave. I hate weddings and receptions but you managed to be polite and interesting despite your anxiety. You always maintain your ability to think, even when you’re overwhelmed and uncomfortable and I thought it was very kind of you and your father to travel all that way with your disabilities. ”
Elio hypnotized Milo as he talked, opening a pair of wooden chopsticks and deftly feeding him a dumpling.
“We did it for Jonathon. Muriel was all the family he had before we became friends. But we had a great time,” Milo said between bites of lo mein noodles and stir-fried vegetables.
“Riley and Max set everything up so we could go on ‘quiet tours’ of London, Paris, and Vienna. The Eiffel Tower was still busy because Paris never sleeps but it was amazing to see the city at night.”
“Quiet tours,” Elio noted and nodded along as he listened. “I do enjoy traveling and wondered how I’d take you with me.”
Milo’s attention shifted from Elio’s hands to his face.
“You want to take me with you?” While Milo had appreciated all the effort and had fun in Europe, his week overseas had been exhausting and he had sworn he had no desire to leave New York again.
But now, traveling with Elio sounded like an adventure and safe because Milo knew he would be in good hands.
Those hands…
They were so nimble around the chopsticks and Milo was often mesmerized by the tricks Elio would do with his tennis balls—juggling them and making them dance over his knuckles before bouncing them or throwing them at a wall.
And he remembered how Elio’s hands felt as they kneaded and teased when they were kissing and fooling around.
“I’d miss you too much,” Elio said and poked the end of Milo’s nose with a chopstick. “And I don’t think I’d have as much fun.”
“I see…” Milo never thought it would happen to him but he was no longer interested in eating.
He tilted his head to the side when Elio offered him another dumpling and bit one of his knuckles.
Milo watched Elio as he licked between his fingers and sucked on the end of his thumb.
The chopsticks and the dumpling fell, forgotten as Elio gathered Milo in his arms and kissed him.
They rolled on the thick bed of comforters and quilts, careful not to crush the takeout containers.
“I’m sorry,” Elio mumbled between kisses. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Neither could I.” Milo’s thumbs danced over the snake bite piercings in Elio’s lower lip before skating along his jaw and over the studs, gauges, and barbells adorning his ears.
“Do they bother you? The piercings and the tattoos?” Elio asked but Milo didn’t hesitate, shaking his head quickly.
“I love them! Your piercings remind me of the city and being outside and your tattoos are beautiful. They mean something. I can see what’s inspired you and what you love by the quotes and theories you chose. They’re some of my favorites too and now, I can see why we fit so well together.”
“We do fit, don’t we?” Elio laughed softly. “I didn’t think that I would ever make sense to anyone or that I’d want to, but I make more sense to myself when I’m with you. Maybe it’s because we speak the same language and we dream of the same things.”
“I’m learning a lot about myself. I never liked when people got too close to me and I did not want anything to do with sex. It seemed so…invasive and uncomfortable but now, I want to try everything and I like being close to you.”
“Everything?” Elio asked carefully. “Do you understand what everything means?” He flashed Milo an apologetic grimace. “I don’t mean to imply that you’re naive or—”
“It’s okay!” Milo interrupted. “I usually plug my ears and sing the periodic table of elements whenever someone mentions sex. I wanted to be naive because I thought I was more evolved than everyone else and didn’t need to know.
But I was wrong. I’m just a late bloomer, or whatever, and I want to try it all with you. ”
There was a knowing chuckle and Elio nodded as he rose on an elbow and looked around them.
“I thought I was better than everyone else and had more important things to accomplish than getting laid, but you’ve brought me down several pegs.
We should move inside. I don’t want you to get cold and I didn’t expect things to go this far, this fast, so I’m… not prepared,” he explained.
“Oh!” Milo rolled away and got to his knees as he stretched and reached for his backpack. He was able to snatch it off the lounge and unzipped the outside pocket. “Mom gave me these,” he said, handing Elio the box of condoms and foil packets of lube.
“Your mother?” Elio verified as he blinked at them. “That’s…surprising.”
Milo shook his head. “You’ve met my mom. She can outnerd me and Dad but she isn’t afraid of anything and she’s the opposite of subtle.”
“She’s great,” Elio murmured, then held up the box. “I got tested and everything was clear and negative so it’s up to you. Would you be more comfortable with condoms?”
“I have no idea. Are they more comfortable?” he asked and Elio shook his head.
“I’ve always used them because I didn’t know my partners but they’re a pain in the arse. I want to feel you without one between us.”
“Okay.” Milo took the box and tossed it at the lounge. “I don’t want anything between us. Do we need the lubricant?”
“Oh, yes. We’ll need all of it.”
Milo gasped as he was flipped onto his back and Elio rose over him.
His face, neck, and ears were kissed, nibbled, and sucked as Elio’s hands slipped beneath Milo’s shirt and into the back of his pants and gripped his asscheek possessively.
Elio rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Milo’s semi-hard cock, groaning and mumbling in English and German.
They wiggled and slid out of their pajamas until they were both naked and desperate.
“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Elio worried as he kissed his way down Milo’s body.
“No! I’m fine!” Milo squeaked out. Between the fire pit, the pile of pillows and comforters, and Elio’s body covering much of his, Milo was almost too warm.
And there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was leaving that terrace until Elio was finished.
Milo wanted to learn more and he needed the intense heat and pleasure that only Elio could provide.
“Please don’t stop!” Milo whispered when Elio kissed the inside of his thigh and nuzzled his sac.
“I won’t. You’re mine now, Milo.” He breathed the words as his lips dragged along the cleft of Milo’s ass. “All of you. I thought your mind was enough, but I burn and I ache to touch you and taste you and it drives me out of my mind when I can’t.”
“Oh God!” Milo’s eyes rolled as his cheeks were parted and Elio’s tongue swept over his hole. It swirled, drilling and setting Milo’s nerves alight. Flickering warmth spread from his center and down his limbs as a wild, gnawing itch bloomed in his core.
Then, a finger slowly pressed past the tight ring of Milo’s ass, causing a burning sting before it withdrew.
There was a soft shushing sound from Elio as he licked up the length of Milo’s cock and sucked on the head.
He used his lips and tongue to pleasure and distract Milo as Elio’s finger slid deeper and deeper.
Just a little bit at a time, until there were two fingers sliding in and out of Milo’s ass, gently twisting and stretching until he was mindless and writhing.
The burning sting had been replaced with electric tingles that grew stronger with every slide of Elio’s fingers until it wasn’t enough. Milo needed more and he needed relief from the swirling, swelling pressure in his core.
“Elio!”
“Shhh! Gib mir einen Moment!” Elio rasped, holding himself up with one arm as the other worked between them.
Hard, thick heat slowly pushed past the tight ring of Milo’s ass, spreading his passage and driving all the air from his lungs.
“Breathe and relax,” Elio crooned against Milo’s temple but he was shaking.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.” He withdrew, the overwhelming pressure subsiding before Elio flexed his hips and thrust a little deeper.
It wasn’t long before the burning faded and Milo was enthralled by the seductive glide of Elio’s shaft and the waves of pleasure rippling from where they were joined.
Elio had pushed off the blankets, his hands braced next to Milo’s shoulders, and he was incredible.
His face was taut with concentration and the muscles in his arms and abs twisted and bunched as his hips pumped faster and faster.
Sweat beaded his brow and made Elio’s skin shimmer in the firelight, captivating Milo.
“Mine,” Milo whispered in wonder, trailing an appreciative hand down Elio’s chest and around his back.
He scratched and squeezed, admiring the firm, straining muscles and hot, slick skin, then gripped Elio’s ass.
“Are you mine now too?” he managed, despite the heady pleasure and pressure building in his core.
Elio nodded and lowered onto his elbows, his breath wafting against Milo’s lips as he continued to pump his hips. “I’ve been yours since Schonbühel, I was just too blind and too stubborn to realize it.”
He kissed Milo hard, cradling his cheek as he filled him with brutally deep, grinding thrusts.
It didn’t seem possible for them to get any closer, but Milo wound his arms and legs around Elio and begged for more, more, more.
He couldn’t get enough of Elio and Milo wanted their molecules to bond so he’d never have to let go.
“Fuck! Milo!” Elio cried out. “I can’t—! Mein Gott, du bist—! Fuck!” He reached between them and found Milo’s cock, giving it a frantic tug and sending him over the edge.
“God, Eli!” Milo screamed when every nerve in his body sparked and he imploded into light and heat.
Elio slammed forward, arching as his body jerked and jumped. “Milo!” He shuddered and chanted Milo’s name over and over again as he twitched and shivered. “You are magic,” he said once he’d caught his breath and fell onto the blankets next to Milo.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…” Milo panted at the sky. Light pollution made it hard to see most of the stars but Milo felt like he was glowing and floating with them and laughed as Elio’s hand curled around his.
“I hope it’s alright, but I’m going to kiss Felicity the next time I see her. This was a brilliant idea,” he said, making Milo giggle.
“You should kiss her twice from me. This is my dream date and it couldn’t have been more perfect.”
Elio rolled towards him, smiling. “Then we can do this every Friday. We’ll have a picnic and I’ll feed you and we can do more of this…” he said as he smeared cum off of Milo’s stomach and sucked on his finger, humming contentedly.
“Every Friday?” Milo bit down on a laugh, nodding. “I didn’t think I’d ever have a boyfriend or even want one but I love this!”
He almost said “I love you.” Milo felt like he might love Elio the way his dads loved each other but worried that it was too soon or that he was too naive to know the difference between romantic love and hormonal infatuation.
“I love this too,” Elio said quietly, catching Milo’s chin and kissing him tenderly. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
They kissed and Milo wondered if Elio felt all the same things and was just as nervous about it being too soon.
It had only been a few weeks since Elio came to Starlight and the Olympia but so much had changed in Milo’s world.
He was happy and excited about the research he was doing at work, he had a boyfriend, and Milo had lost his virginity.
The boyfriend part was far more unbelievable and significant to Milo than the loss of his virginity.
He hadn’t cared about sex until Elio so it only seemed right and obvious that he’d be Milo’s first and only partner.
Lover.
Milo liked that so much better. What happened between them seemed like something so much bigger than sex.
He wouldn’t have wanted it and he certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed it with anyone other than Elio and it was about so much more than mating for Milo.
He loved everything about the man in his arms and Milo loved himself and was never more comfortable in his own body than when he was with Elio.
Loving Elio made Milo feel alive and like he was living a real life, instead of watching the other grownups around him have fulfilling careers and relationships. And Elio made Milo feel like he was perfect just the way he was.
Suddenly, Milo had an epiphany: he wasn’t mild or a loser. He was a pretty darn good person and a great physicist. Not only that, he had the best family in all of Manhattan and a boyfriend. The Elio von Hessen thought Milo was special—and possibly loved him—and Elio was a prince!
Take that, Mean Guys!
Why should their opinions matter? Why should they matter?
Milo was better than them in just about every way he could fathom.
And not just because Elio said so, but because Milo was beginning to see himself the way his family and friends did.
Of course, it might have taken Milo a lot longer to see the light if Elio hadn’t crashed into his life.
And now that Milo had found his place in the sun, he wasn’t letting the Mean Guys rain on his joy or stamp out that light ever again.