Chapter 18 #2
There was a snorting giggle from Elio and he raised a hand, taking responsibility. “I did and it’s turning you into a bad boy.”
“I can be a bad boy,” Milo said with feigned nonchalance.
He was having a total meltdown on the inside.
His cock was hard and it ached as Elio pushed Milo’s jeans and boxers down his hips.
“Wait,” he said and scraped his teeth over his lower lip, daring himself to be really bad.
“Turn around,” Milo ordered—rather shakily—but Elio immediately complied.
Milo yanked Elio’s jeans down, then dropped to his knees behind him.
Milo reached up and pushed on Elio’s back, bending him over the sink and eliciting a startled hiss. “Fuck! This is going to be very quick.” Elio’s hand smacked against the mirror and he bit down on a moan as Milo parted the cheeks of his ass and took a cautious lick.
And then another. “Mmm!” Milo liked the way Elio tasted there—lightly salty and mildly soapy. He remembered how much he liked it when Elio went down on him and what he liked best, drilling with the tip of his tongue before sucking and making Elio louder and more restless.
“Gott! Milo, bitte!” Elio’s fingers speared through his hair and twisted but Milo refused to let go.
“Uh uh.” Milo held onto Elio’s hip and an asscheek as he drilled harder with his tongue.
He wanted more and it was too much fun, making Elio beg and sweat.
Milo was enthralled as he coated his finger with lube and traced the tight pucker around Elio’s hole, causing it to flinch as he trembled.
It was heady, seeing Elio frantic and Milo thought he’d lose it and come as he eased his finger past the tight ring and was rewarded with a strangled yelp.
“Oh, Milo… Bitte, bitte, bitte!”
Milo shook his head, his eyes locked on Elio’s clenching flesh, gripping tight and clinging as his finger slid in and out.
“You’re so hot and so tight!” He carefully eased in a second finger and his eyes grew huge as he twisted them and Elio’s hole stretched and he saw sweeter, pinker flesh.
He angled his head and attempted to wiggle his tongue between his fingers.
“Fuck!” Elio cried and shuddered as cum dripped onto the gray marble between his boots. “Milo!” he panted as his head fell and Elio whispered something unintelligible in broken German.
Milo truly felt like a bad boy as he stood and quickly coated his cock.
He didn’t recognize his reflection: his hair was tussled, his glasses were crooked, and his chest heaved as he got into position behind Elio.
The expression on Milo’s face was focused and determined and his chin glistened with saliva as Elio stared back with dazed adoration.
“Like this?” Milo asked as he grabbed a handful of Elio’s hair and flexed his hips, pressing into slick, gripping heat. He gasped as he was squeezed ruthlessly and pleasure pulsed from the base of his cock.
“Fuck, yes!” Elio nodded drunkenly. “Just like that!”
“You feel so good!” Milo managed while pumping his hips faster and faster, racing to catch up with the heavy pressure building in his core.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s it!” More cum dribbled from Elio’s cock as it swung, flicking onto the tiles and the base of the sink.
A scream built in Milo’s chest as his nerves flickered wildly.
He rose on his toes and bit into Elio’s shoulder when the pleasure and pressure overwhelmed him, muffling his elated sob as he shattered.
Milo saw stars as cum spilled from his cock, deep in Elio’s ass, and he was lightheaded as he stumbled back and fell onto the sofa.
“Wow! That was—!” Milo laughed and fixed his glasses. “I can’t believe we just did that!”
“You did that,” Elio corrected. He had to hold onto the sink as he pulled up his pants and he looked unsteady as he fixed his clothes. “Verdammte Schei?e!”
“Was that too rough?” Milo worried but Elio shook his head and offered him a hand up.
“That was perfect.”
They kissed and helped each other with their hair and checked to make sure nothing was too rumpled before Elio got the door for Milo.
He was feeling a little cocky and delightfully relaxed until he made eye contact with Seth.
He had a knowing smile on his face as he filled the French press with water from the electric kettle.
“When did you get here?” Milo asked sheepishly but Elio made a dismissive sound as he went to the sectional and fell back onto it, crossing his boots and sighing as he folded his arms behind his head.
“About two minutes ago,” Seth answered and coughed softly. “I don’t think anyone outside of the office could hear Mr. von Hessen scream but that bathroom is not soundproof. In case you were wondering,” he added.
Elio smirked and hummed. “I’ll remember to be quieter next time.”
“Elio!” Milo covered his face, mortified, but Elio just shrugged.
“Call it a win. This should put that ‘Mild Ashby’ business to rest and give Brad something else to be jealous about.”
Seth nodded quickly. “Brad is sick about that private bathroom and he’s going to lose it when he hears that you really are having nooners in there.”
“Good for him,” Elio replied with a pleased humph.
Good for me!
Milo went back to the touchscreen before they caught him smiling. He certainly hadn’t intended for any of it and he was epically embarrassed, but Milo did feel like a winner. He had finally stood up to Brad and had his first quickie at work.
Maybe Milo was a little bit of a bad boy after all…