Elijah #2
“What, I see your dick for the first time and suddenly we’re asking about each other’s sex lives?” he asked dryly.
I winced at the reminder from last week. “At least it was only once. But like I said, it took long enough.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, but his eyes only briefly touched mine before quickly looking across the gym as if he’d found something interesting to stare at, which told me that despite his insistence otherwise, he had definitely seen my dick at least one other time.
It was probably when we were teenagers, but he’d sworn it hadn’t happened.
I don’t know why the memory stuck at the forefront of my brain; it wasn’t like there hadn’t been times when people I didn’t want to see me naked had seen me.
Sometimes it happened, and yet the memory of Milo’s bright red face as he’d whipped around in my doorway after I’d walked out of the shower was still oddly fresh.
Which meant the most recent incident would stand out even stronger.
God, I hadn’t just been nude, I had been rock hard and shocked to find him standing there, and all I’d done was.
..stare right back at him. I guess I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to talk about any other time he’d seen me naked since the memories still made my guts squirm far too uncomfortably.
We really were weird about the sex thing, and I still couldn’t explain why.
“I mean,” he said after a long pause of staring off into the distance. “We have . And there was the occasional talk about...opening it up.”
“Wait, there was talk about it?” I asked in surprise; it was the first I’d heard anything of the sort.
“Well...yeah. Why? Should we not have?”
“I-I don’t know. I guess I never thought of you as being into that sort of thing.”
“It’s not that big a deal,” he said, drawing back from me slightly and frowning. “We both agreed to it. We laid out the rules and agreed it was something we wanted to do.”
“Whoa, whoa!” I said quickly, waving my hands in front of me. “I’m not saying it’s a bad thing or anything. Man, do what you want with who you want as far as I’m concerned. I just...I don’t know, I didn’t think that was your thing.”
“It can be,” he said, glancing sidelong at me. “If I’m with someone I think it would work with. And Raf and I have...well, we agreed.”
“Uh, how does that work?”
“Opening it up?”
“Yeah, you said there were rules and stuff.”
“Oh, just simple stuff, like we can share when we sleep with someone else if we want to, but have to tell if the other person asks. Always use a condom with someone else, no matter what. Don’t do it on nights or days where we’re supposed to spend time together, basic stuff like that.”
I hadn’t given it much thought, but...yeah, I guess that seemed pretty basic.
It didn’t change my thoughts that Raf was basically in it for a good time and not a long time, but.
..it was also the first indication I’d received that deep down, Milo might feel the same way, which was an absurdly happy thought I had to push aside because that was weirdly out of place.
“Alright, sure. Don’t mind me. Was just a little surprised, but not the judgy kind of surprised. ”
He relaxed, shaking his head. “You need to wash off?”
“Probably,” I said, looking at my drenched clothes. “This won’t take long to go sour.”
“Alright, let’s go. I wanna grab something on the way home,” he said, eyes drifting to the ceiling. “I’m thinking...smoothie. Maybe from that place that does great sandwiches with it.”
“Big surprise,” I said with a laugh as we walked toward the locker room.
I hoped he didn’t think I cared if he slept with other people while dating someone.
I mean, sure, I would have given him shit if he was doing it without the other person’s permission.
Even then, it’s not like I would roast him over the coals for it or bitch him out.
He could be impulsive, sometimes destructively so, but he had a good heart.
Sometimes all he needed was to have someone step in, remind him of that, and point out that what he was doing wasn’t just simple fun and harmless.
But he’d shared with Raf? I didn’t know why I’d even asked in the first place, but now his answer was stuck in my head.
I mean, it wasn’t like Raf was bad-looking, and with someone like Milo at his side, I’d be surprised if they hadn’t received offers to be a third.
Raf was the sort of person I could see being into that, but I guess I’d never thought about whether Milo would be.
Then again, I had never devoted a lot of energy to thinking about anything he was into. ..not sexually anyway.
I’d learned some things, like the fact that Milo tended to bottom, though he wasn’t against flipping the script once in a while.
Raf struck me as the type who would look at bottoming like it was for others and definitely not for someone like him.
But what would the dynamic be with a third person?
Would Milo want someone who could bottom with him, or give him the chance to top while bottoming for Raf?
Or was he the sort to want someone who also only topped and have them take turns?
I shook my head as I opened my locker and dragged out my bag to take a shower.
That was precisely why I didn’t ask Milo about his sex life, not the details anyway.
I wasn’t as nosy as Milo, but I was just as inquisitive.
Every time that door got cracked, even just a little, I’d find myself wondering things I had no business wondering about.
Glancing over my shoulder, I tensed when I saw Milo’s back to me, bending down to strip off his underwear before grabbing his towel to wrap around himself, pulling out flip-flops to wear to the shower.
It was funny to see him now, because I remembered the short, skinny teenager he’d once been.
The kind that was always paranoid about how he looked, hating how much of a scrawny bean pole he was.
Now he was a grown man who’d shot up several inches since he’d been a self-conscious teenage boy, and while he wasn’t bulky, he had put on a decent amount of weight.
He turned and saw me. “What, do you need me to hold your hand while you shower?”
I flinched but gave him a snort. “I bet if I was anyone else, you’d be joking about conserving water, wouldn’t you?”
He paused, and something odd, almost nervous, passed over his face before it disappeared under the guise of a cocky smile. “Hey, it’s a cheesy line, but you’d be surprised how often it works.”
“Knowing how horny guys can be, I don’t think you even need to use a line,” I said, especially with the kind of looks that Milo wielded.
“Hey, my charming, good looks play a big part in that!” he protested with a laugh, yanking out a bag and following me toward the showers.
“Or maybe you’re easy.”
“I mean...there is that to consider.”
Not that he was easy. I may not know much about what he did having sex, but I had a pretty good idea how frequently he had sex while single.
He was no nun, that was for sure, but it wasn’t like he let anyone and everyone pick him up.
I’d watched him enough on shared nights out to know he liked the attention, but he wasn’t always prone to going home with someone.
When he left early or was going to a party, it was usually after talking to someone for a long time.
I’d asked him about that habit, considering there were more than enough apps in the world to fulfill any sexual needs he might have.
He claimed to be ‘old-fashioned’ about hookups; he preferred going out and talking to a guy rather than just getting a dick pic and an address.
He said it felt more intimate, more fulfilling when he did finally sleep with someone after all that ‘work.’ Personally, I thought he just liked the chase.
“So, what are we thinking tonight?” he asked as we stopped at the shower stalls.
They only came up to the top of our chests, and he stepped in to close the door and toss his towel over it while he started the shower.
I glanced over, realizing I could see the outline of his ass through the glass, and had to wonder what the logic behind a translucent door for a shower stall was.
Then again, when Milo suggested this place for our new gym location, he casually mentioned it was a popular cruising spot for guys.
I wondered how I hadn’t noticed anyone else trying to pick us up in the few weeks we’d been going there.
Deciding I probably shouldn’t stare at the outline of Milo’s naked body, I stepped into the stall and stripped before turning on my shower. “Well, I imagine you either want to go out or stay home with me, a twelve-pack, and some controllers in our hands.”
“Mmm, both are extremely tempting,” he said as he rubbed at his hair vigorously.
His hair would look like a disaster zone if he kept going, but it wouldn’t matter.
He would either leave it a frizzy mess to deal with in the morning if he decided to stay in for the night, or he’d fight with it before going out.
I had no idea how he managed to get his hair to behave, but the half a dozen products strewn about our shared bathroom sink were a testament to his determination.
“You’re going to wait till you get home and see how you feel, aren’t you?” I asked with a snort.
“Maybe.”
“Uh-huh. And then you’re going to sit on the couch, realize it’s so comfortable, and decide not to go out.”
“Probably.”
“I know damn well that if you don’t start off wanting to go out, then you’re not going to go out.”
“True, true. Might head over to Raf’s after he gets home.”
“Seriously?” I wondered, turning to look at him. “I mean, he doesn’t usually get home after a Friday night shift until like almost five in the morning. That’s late even for you.”
“Yeah,” he said, ducking his head under the spray to rinse his hair. “But you know, I like spending time with him.”