Chapter Fourteen
Rupert
“Hey, sweet—” Milo had barely gotten half the word out before I grabbed the front of his fleece and hauled him against me, crashing our mouths together, vaguely aware of him kicking the front door shut.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I asked, hissing the words against his lips.
“Are you hard for me, sweetheart?” He pulled back slightly, a shit-eating grin on his face as he slid his hand between us to palm my crotch, drawing a needy moan from my throat. “How long? Since I told you I was leaving the pub? Or the whole time?”
“Fuck you.”
“You can if you want,” he said, pressing his hand against my aching dick and rubbing it through the thin material of my trousers.
I didn’t own a lot of casual clothes—apart from pyjamas—but these light, linen, harem trousers were the exception.
I’d thrown them on as soon as Milo had messaged me, because I knew they’d be easy to take off once he arrived.
“What?”
“Fuck me. I’m happy to bottom if you want to take your pent-up frustration out on my arse.” He leant close and brushed his lips over mine, the taste of beer lingering on them. “In fact, I want you to.”
“Yeah. I’ll fuck you,” I said, kissing him deeply again and sliding my tongue into his mouth. “I’ll warn you, though. It’s, er, it’s been a while since I’ve topped. I can’t promise I’ll be any good. Or that I’ll last very long.”
It was an embarrassing thing to admit, but I’d rather be honest with him now. In case he wanted to change his mind. After all, I didn’t want this to be a mediocre hook-up that left him wishing he hadn’t bothered.
“Don’t worry, I’m an out-of-practice bottom. We can figure it out together,” he said, smiling as he kissed me. “As long as we have fun, who gives a fuck how long it lasts? Besides, I thought you didn’t want a late night anyway?”
“I don’t, but I don’t want you to be unsatisfied.”
“I won’t be. I’m with you.”
He said it with such certainty, like it was unfathomable a night with me would be anything but amazing. If I’d been walking, it would’ve stopped me in my tracks, disbelief seizing my muscles as I tried to process the consequences of his words.
Maybe I was overthinking—it wouldn’t be the first time—but for him to be so sure, to speak with such confidence, was doing something to my insides I couldn’t quite express.
I didn’t think anyone had ever described sex with me like that.
I mean, I wasn’t terrible in bed, but the cadence of his tone suggested our last hook-up had been something akin to a life-changing experience.
And that couldn’t be true.
Could it?
“You don’t need to exaggerate,” I said quietly, glad he was too close for me to have to meet his gaze.
“I’m not, I promise. I might be a dramatic, ostentatious wanker, but I’d never joke about something like this. I’m not here to trick you or make you feel bad. I’m here so we can have fun.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Thank you. And I’m so—”
“Nope, no apologies,” he said. “Sexy times only.”
“Sexy times?”
“Exactly. Now let’s go!” He grinned and waved his hand towards my bedroom. “Less standing around, more getting naked.”
I could only laugh as he grabbed my hand without waiting for a response, dragging me the short distance to my room.
His fingers grasped the hem of the old jumper I’d thrown on, pulling it over my head and tossing it vaguely in the direction of the storage chest at the bottom of my bed.
It dislodged my glasses, but they were easy enough to put back into place after my T-shirt was quickly added to the pile before Milo reached for the elasticated waistband of my trousers, pushing them over my thighs while gazing at me hungrily.
“Gorgeous,” he said softly as I stepped out of the trousers, vaguely kicking them away. “Simply gorgeous.”
“So are you,” I said, reaching out to start stripping him naked in return. His fleece was easy to peel off, but underneath he had a button-up shirt in an outrageously bright floral print, and it was difficult to drag it off over his head.
“I should be cross about these buttons,” I added as my fingers fumbled over them, my hurry making it harder to get them through the damn buttonholes. “But this shirt strangely suits you and I don’t want to damage it.”
“Thanks? I think there was a compliment in there.”
“A vague one. I still don’t see how you can get away with wearing things that’re so… bright.”
“You were going to say garish, weren’t you? Or lurid? Gaudy is another good option,” Milo said with a teasing grin. “Personally, I think flamboyant is the best choice.”
“We’ll go with that one then,” I said as I finally got the last of the buttons undone and pushed the shirt over his shoulders before reaching for my next target: his jeans.
If I had my way, Milo would forever be dressed in bright, beautiful things which were easy for me to get into.
No more fiddly shirt buttons or obnoxious button flies.
And no more stiff buttons either. “These are a pest! They won’t undo. ”
“Oh, sorry, there’s a bit of a knack to them,” Milo said. His fingers replaced mine, deftly popping open the buttons to reveal a pair of striped boxers underneath. “Sorry, they’re not my fanciest pants. I didn’t realise I’d be getting laid today.”
“I don’t mind. You can wear whatever underwear you want, it’s not like it’s going to be staying on for long.
” I smirked and dipped my fingers under the waistband, brushing the root of his cock and drawing a soft moan from him as he staggered slightly, leaning into my touch like he was desperate for more.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You can’t tease me like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not fair,” he whined as I pulled my fingers back so I could push his boxers down, leaving him virtually naked apart from a pair of custard yellow socks.
“Why is it not fair?” I asked, leaning close enough to press the question to his lips.
“Because it’s not.”
“That’s not a reason, try again.”
“Because I want more?”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I’m not. I mean, I really want more! But I dunno if that’s an acceptable reason.” He was almost pouting and I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn’t start laughing.
“I’ll allow it. For now.” I kissed him deeply, claiming his mouth with my tongue.
One of my hands found his hip, thumb drawing circles across the warm skin, the other slid between us to grasp his cock, slowly stroking him to full hardness.
Milo moaned again, pouring the sound between my lips like liquid desire.
“You… What… I… Mmm, fuck!” If he’d wanted to argue with me then he’d utterly failed before he’d even started. But as fun as it would’ve been to bicker playfully with him, there was something delicious about him melting under my touch. He was putty in my hands, and we’d only just stripped off.
“Get on the bed,” I said, letting go of his cock to give him some incentive to move. “I want to suck you.”
“Fucking warning you now: you might make me come.”
“Then come. We don’t have to fuck.”
“I’ll still want you to fuck me, even if I can’t get hard again,” Milo said as he stole a kiss and then took two steps backwards until he reached the bed. He sprawled out on it like a starfish, in a way which shouldn’t have been sexy, but somehow still was.
Probably because it was Milo, and somehow I considered everything that he did sexy, even if it made no sense.
“Okay then, I will.” I retrieved the lube and a condom from my bedside table, putting them on the bed so I didn’t have to worry about trying to reach for them when I was ready.
Milo kicked his socks off and shuffled slightly further up the bed, head resting on the small mountain of decorative cushions and pillows I had on my bed.
For a second I wondered what it would be like to see him there more often, to wake up in the morning and see him stretched out beside me, head buried in the pillow mountain and arm around my waist.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked as I leant across to kiss him, blanketing his body with mine.
“How good you look in my bed.”
“Mmm, I like being here.”
“Good. I want you here more often,” I said, claiming his mouth again before he could reject me. That could come later. But instead, Milo grinned and wrapped his arms around my neck.
“Fuck yeah! I’ll be here whenever you want me, sweetheart.”
I groaned, my kisses turning desperate. I wanted to tell him not to say that, to tell him he didn’t have to pretend, but at the same time, I knew it wasn’t a lie. Milo wanted this as much as I did, even if neither of us were sure how to put that feeling into words.
Maybe we’d get there one day. Along with figuring out what we wanted this whole thing to be.
I trailed my mouth down his body, exploring his skin with my tongue, my cock throbbing every time he groaned. I desperately wanted to take my time and take him apart with care and precision, but my patience had already waned and now it was hanging by a thread.
Milo’s hand caressed the top of my head, fingers sinking into my hair as I kissed his stomach and down his hips, my body settling between his thighs.
There was something deeply sexy about having his legs on either side of my head, and I almost wanted him to wrap them around me as I sucked his cock, showing me how desperately he needed it.
I’d probably have to take my glasses off then. Otherwise they’d get steamed up or covered in cum. Either way, I wouldn’t be able to see.
His dick felt perfect on my tongue as I wrapped my lips around him, sucking him into my mouth.
Milo gasped, his hips bucking up off the bed and pushing his cock deeper into me.
I groaned and bobbed my head, moaning as he filled me, the taste of his precum bursting across my tongue and coating my lips.
Saliva dripped out my mouth, running down his balls and dripping over his taint. Milo groaned, lifting his legs off the bed and angling his arse towards me. “Please, sweetheart,” he said. “Need you to fuck me.”