Milo #3
I looked around as I rapidly stiffened under his touch, making sure no one was paying attention to us before glaring at Eli.
If someone didn’t know Eli well, they might assume he didn’t notice the dirty look I was giving him, but I knew the bastard pretty damn well.
He was fully aware of what he was doing and that I was giving him a filthy look for it.
What gave him away was the slight twitch at the corner of his lips, saying he knew what he was doing, knew I was fully aware of it, and that I was also helpless to stop him, least of all because my dick was doing a lot of my thinking at that moment and his touch felt fucking good.
Forcing myself to look away, I tried to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do.
The problem was that, other than the fact that his touch was distracting and arousing, and he was fully aware of what he was doing, there was something else there.
It took me a moment to realize if I applied what I knew of Eli, that fitted and yet didn’t.
Eli was generally not that bold or risk-taking, unless I was there to egg him on, which I definitely wasn’t doing.
Maybe he was adventurous when it came to sex, and I was learning that.
At the same time, the playfulness, the slightly mean fun of what he was doing fitted him completely, the man could be a little shit when he wanted, but I’d never considered it could apply to the sexual side of him as well. ..until then.
Oh God, I was learning who Eli was as a sexual creature.
I had, of course, dreamed and fantasized about what that could be like, but now I was actually finding out in the most direct way possible.
It was precisely the sort of thing I’d always wanted to know, but it had never occurred to me that it could happen at a time and place where I would feel conflicted.
My underwear and pants were too tight, pinching the most sensitive part of my body.
That was until I felt Eli’s grip shift slightly to get hold of my dick through my clothes, and with a twitch of his wrist, my dick was no longer partially bent against my thigh, but allowed to stretch out along the leg of my pants and underwear.
The relief was enough to make me let out a breath, which cut off when his fingers closed around the shaft again and.
..began stroking slowly. So slowly that an outside observer would have to pay attention to see it.
Even then, they’d have to be on our side of the table, but that had been taken care of when half the family had left.
So now I was utterly at the mercy of a man willing to press all my buttons when I was in a position that left me helpless to do anything.
All I could do was sit there and feel his fingers casually stroking along my shaft as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
It was not the actions of a man who had just had his first sexual interaction with another guy.
There was no real curiosity to his touch like there had been that first time.
..well, there might have been, but there was definitely no hesitation.
Eli was touching me with the kind of deft skill of someone who knew how to please another man, and was perfectly comfortable with the act, instead of the newbie he was.
Oh, the son of a bastard...I was going to make him regret it.
Or I was going to make him love it.
Or both.
Whatever I decided to do, I wanted to do it right now, but fuck , my family was right there, and I was helpless to do anything but be at his complete mercy.
“Milo?” my mother asked, her voice light, but I could hear the concern.
“Yeah?” I asked faintly, fighting like hell to bring my attention away from the hand teasing me and onto my mother, who was frowning at me. “What?”
“I know our conversation wasn’t fun...but you look...are you okay?”
“Should I not be?”
“You’re flushed and almost sweaty.”
“I’m fine. It’s just a little warm in here, and I’ve been drinking, you know how it goes.”
“Apparently, I don’t,” she said, looking me over. “You don’t look good.”
“You already said that,” I grumbled. “I’m fine, alright?”
“Well, maybe you should stay here for the night. Just in case something is actually wrong. You do like to downplay things.”
Elijah chuckled next to me, and I felt his hand slip from my lap. “I’m sure he’s fine, but if it would make you feel better, I’ll make sure he doesn’t leave.”
“I am not a child,” I said, trying hard to give him a dirty look even though I was still rock hard from his teasing. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Ah, c’mon, it’ll be like old times. We’ll be at the far end of the hallway, where the family always put us because we made too much noise.
We’ll stay up late, you can talk about boys, I can talk about girls, and I can kick your ass at games.
Maybe sneak in another liquor bottle so Marty and Dad don’t find out. ”
“As if we never knew,” Marcus said with a roll of his eyes.
“And like they don’t spend the night here every other week or so,” Mom said, and though I couldn’t see it, I would bet good money they were holding hands under the table.
“Let us pretend,” Eli snorted. “Plus, we don’t have to be traumatized by Mason and Jace being just down the hall anymore.”
“Thank God they stay at Jace’s place or in one of the actual rooms,” Dom muttered, shaking his head. “Let them scar the guests instead of the family.”
Mom sighed. “Can none of you behave?”
“Not in normal circumstances,” Arlo added lightly, but his eyes were on Eli and me with a thoughtful expression I wasn’t sure I liked.
I cleared my throat, glancing over as Eli’s hands fell into his lap, and though no one else would have noticed, I saw the way his hand shifted, adjusting himself.
I hadn’t thought anything could affect me like Eli willingly touching me sexually in the hopes of teasing me.
That was swiftly proven wrong as my mind ran headlong into the realization that not only had he been doing it, but he was also hard.
That hadn’t just been a simple case of seeing what he could get away with, or learning what would work on me; he had been turned on the whole time.
Fuck, we needed to get out of sight, and fast.
“Everyone in this family is so funny,” I muttered, leaning forward to drain the rest of my drink and set it down.
That allowed me to adjust my own hard-on so it wasn’t tenting the front of my jeans.
Not that anyone would be looking at my crotch when I stood up, but it never hurt to be cautious.
Probably an odd thing for other people to hear me say, but I also wasn’t normally toying with the idea of sleeping with my stepbrother.
“I find myself suddenly tired...tired of the jokes.”
Dom rolled his eyes. “And you accused Mason of being dramatic.”
“I’m the one everyone expects to be dramatic,” I said with a sniff, pushing away from the table and knowing I had no choice but to stand up and hope I wasn’t about to make a spectacle of myself.
Thankfully, my nerves were helping me for once, making me go soft.
Normally, that treacherous part of my body liked to linger in the hopes of making its presence known at the worst moments, so I was grateful it was behaving.
My mother rolled her eyes. “By the way, if you’re really that hellbent on having Marshall in your life...and you trust him, bring him by one day.”
That stopped me at the door, turning to stare at her. “What? You want him around?”
“I won’t pretend I’ve been sitting around, waiting for him to show up, stars in my eyes and hope in my heart,” she said, because of course, she had to be the most dramatic of all of us; we got it from somewhere, and she was the master.
“But...you were right. You’re an adult, and as much as I don’t want to see any of my kids get hurt, I have to be willing to let them make their own choices.
I just hope he’s not one of the choices you end up regretting. ”
It wasn’t exactly singing praises, but it was better than how the conversation had started.
I did wish she had brought that attitude to the table long before, but then again, I had never tried to talk about Marshall to my mom much.
And when I had, it had always been arguing and demanding.
So maybe it was a mix of being a lot calmer than usual when the subject came up, and the fact that my mother was essentially trapped by the fact that it was too late to stop Marshall and me from finding each other.
“Love you,” she said with a wink. “Give it some thought. Maybe take a picture when you suggest it to him, I might want to put that in a frame.”
“Riiiight,” I drew out slowly, deciding that maybe I didn’t want to know, and walked out with Eli on my tail. “You know, Marshall always speaks of Mom with...nervousness. What do you think she did to chase him off the last time?”
Eli sidled up beside me as we walked through an empty hallway, one of the few places in the building where guests weren’t allowed and was strictly for family. There were a few event rooms for guest use, but we were right below the part of the hotel set aside for the family living quarters.
“Do you remember that kid you hated?” Eli asked as we approached the service elevator tucked around a corner.
“Michael,” I said instantly. “We hated each other, but he really hated me.”
“Always used to give you shit until one day you stopped arguing or getting into wrestling matches with him.”
I laughed. “He started in about you.”
We stepped through the elevator doors. “What did he say?”
I thought about it for a minute and laughed. “Kept calling us fairies.”
“Oh. That’s...huh.”
“Just because he was half right doesn’t mean he needed to keep running his mouth. And he didn’t need to start in on you. But yeah, I remember that, I actually got into a real fight with him.”