12. Milo
Notes
Landlords tell time about as well as I do, and that’s why I missed last week’s update.
On the bright spot, I should have two chapters this week.
I’m back home, and I no longer have to worry about my mom creeping downstairs and trying to see what I’m writing.
I do not need to explain football fanfiction to her.
I especially do not need to start info dumping about my football ships to her or about why I decided to make Milo and Rowan into football players just so I had another excuse to write about the Scorpions. But anyway, I’m home now. Yay.
Milo
My dream felt so real.
There were lips pressed to the back of my neck, and I could feel hot breath against my flesh.
There was an arm wrapped around my waist, and I could feel the weight and the hair against my bare skin.
I could feel the shift of hips and the warm heat of an erection pressing against me, sliding between my cheeks and brushing against my hole.
I pushed my ass back against my dream lover, and I was rewarded with a soft moan.
When a hand wrapped loosely around my shaft, it sent the same pleasure coursing up my spine that it did when I was touched in my waking hours.
It wasn’t just touch that was so real in my dream. It was sound and smell. I heard the shifts of the mattress as easily as I felt them. My dream lover smelled familiar: leather and wood and sweat. He smelled like Rowan, and it wouldn’t be the first time I dreamed of my teammate.
Except those dreams never felt this real.
Memories flooded back to me. Rowan at my door in the middle of the night. Rowan and I kissing. Rowan’s cock in my mouth. Opening myself up for him and then lowering myself down on his thick dick. Rowan and I kissing lazily in my bed after. This wasn’t a dream.
My eyes opened slowly, and I looked down at the large hand circling my cock.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him there, sturdy and sure and looking lust drunk and sleepy.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. His lips found mine, and our bodies began to move in tandem.
He fucked between my cheeks as I fucked into his hand, chasing our pleasure.
I clenched my cheeks around him, giving him a tighter channel for better friction.
He picked up his pace as he worked us both over.
“Fuck, feels so good,” Rowan exhaled against my lips.
I pushed back against him harder, desperate.
My balls were already drawing tight to my body, and every touch of his skin against mine was pushing me closer to the edge.
He twisted his hand around my head and smiled when he pulled a long, loud moan from my lips.
He kept going, dragging more obscenities from me as he worked me over.
I was so close.
I was so damn close.
My heart was racing and my breath was coming out ragged. The head of his cock caught my rim, and it was all that it took to send me over the edge. I shot my release over his hand, and moments later, I felt his release warm against my ass as he cried out.
Best. Wake-up. Ever.
The rest of bye week passed in a blur.
When I wasn’t with Aunt Ethel or Ray, I was with Rowan. We found time to spend with each other every day. Most nights, we found our way back to our own condos and our own beds after we lost ourselves in pleasure. I didn’t know what was going on between us, but I didn’t really care.
Because I liked it.
I liked spending time with him. We explored more of Tucson together.
He cooked meals for us some nights, and they were always better than the prepared foods I kept in my refrigerator from that service I used.
They always tasted microwaved, but Rowan’s food?
It always tasted amazing. He managed to make even the simplest food taste gourmet.
Not that I knew what gourmet really tasted like. I wasn’t much of a foodie.
We spent a lot of time talking, too. I learned about his family, and I loved hearing about them.
He came from a big family. He had siblings, and his siblings had families of their own.
He had so many stories to tell, and each one had me laughing through my jealousy.
He even had tales about his parents and their travels.
He showed me pictures that they’d sent him and told me about souvenirs they’d sent for various holidays and birthdays.
I didn’t have a lot of stories to tell him about my family.
My parents had died when I was a young teenager, and the stories I had were all faded with time and tainted with grief.
I couldn’t remember the details the way I wished I could.
I couldn’t even remember the way their voices sounded.
I had more stories about Aunt Ethel and Aunt Annabelle and my life with them, but even those had the same problem as the ones with my parents.
They stopped when Aunt Annabelle died. Instead, I told him stories about the Scorpions, mostly about the shenanigans I got into with Jonesy and Liam.
It didn’t feel the same, but it was the best I could offer.
On the last day of bye week, I got a text from Liam and Jonesy, saying they were back from their vacation. As much as I wanted to spend more hours wasting time with Rowan, I also wanted to see my best friends. I wanted to hear about their vacation, and I missed them. A lot.
Liam and Jonesy lived in an obscenely large house.
It had more bedrooms than two people could ever need, especially as they shared a bedroom.
There were more bathrooms than bedrooms, a full gym, a three-car garage, and a giant infinity pool outside.
They even had a pool house in their backyard that they’d fitted into a guest house for all the guests they didn’t have.
I didn’t know why they needed that much space, but they were happy in it.
They’d managed to turn it into a home, not just a building with too much space.
When I got to their house, we settled onto the overstuffed sectional that took up most of their living room.
Jonesy ordered pizza on his phone, and at Liam’s request, added way too many chicken wings.
We all knew that this was not a part of our team approved diet, but we had an unspoken agreement to never talk about the way we ate when we had these hangouts.
Jonesy brought out a six pack of beer from the kitchen and stuck it in the small beer fridge they kept in the den.
It was a proper boys’ night, like the type we had during the off-season.
“How’s your week been? Lonely without us?” Liam asked as Jonesy passed out the beers and we waited for the food.
Jonesy passed me the bottle opener after he opened his and Liam’s bottles and settled next to his boyfriend, practically sitting on his lap.
I wondered what they’d say if I told them how I’d really spent my bye week.
They didn’t know that Rowan had caught my eye.
They didn’t know that we hung out outside of work, aside from the times I’d driven him back to our building.
I could imagine their reactions. Shock, probably, because it would be coming out of left field to them.
Happy, possibly, because they were my friends.
They’d have a lot of questions though, and I didn’t want that.
I didn’t want to answer questions because I didn’t know the answers they’d be looking for.
We hadn’t had those conversations yet, and all Liam and Jonesy would do would be point out the ways it could be a disaster doing this before we did.
Instead, I decided to settle on half-truths. “It’s been pretty good,” I told them. “Not as lonely as I thought it would be. Turns out, I do have other friends besides the two of you.”
Jonesy’s jaw dropped in mock shock. “Say it isn’t so! Let me guess: Ray and your aunt?”
I hated that he was almost entirely right. Before Rowan moved to Tucson, if I wasn’t with Liam and Jonesy, I was usually with Ray or Aunt Ethel. I was friendly with everyone on the team. I loved everyone on the team, but I didn’t really hang out with them outside of work.
I swallowed hard. “And Rowan.”
“You hung out with Rangecroft?” Liam asked with a raised eyebrow. “Didn’t know you two were that close.”
“He did invite him to come hang out with us after that game,” Jonesy pointed out.
I hadn’t realized that would be something they thought was memorable enough to bring up right now.
It wasn’t strange for me to try to pull everyone into team activities.
It had earned me the captain’s patch on my jersey.
“But still…” Jonesy tapped his fingertip on his jaw in a picture of contemplation.
“You must be pretty close if you’re hanging out outside of team stuff. ”
“He’s my neighbor, remember? He’s not even the first teammate that’s lived in my building.
Remember Norton from rookie year? Aunt Ethel basically took him in, and we hung out a lot too.
” Liam and Jonesy exchanged a look. I couldn’t read the meaning behind it, but I was used to that at this point.
Those two had a secret language all their own.
Normally, I didn’t mind, but this time, I didn’t like it.
It felt like they were too close to the truth of what was going on between me and Rowan, and I didn’t want them figuring out how I felt about him before I did.
“Aunt Ethel invited Rowan to breakfast before the Roswell game, so really, kind of her fault.”
That was a complete lie.
Aunt Ethel only invited him because I’d admitted that Rowan had caught my eye.
I’d started to get closer to him even before that, and well, that breakfast may have changed things, but it wasn’t the breakfast that did it.
It was Ray showing up. It was Rowan getting jealous.
It was kissing him in the elevator. It was the times we’d hooked up since.
It was a lot of things, and they were all things I didn’t need to go into detail about until I knew what they meant.