Rowan
“Are you sure we shouldn’t put out a statement or something? Shouldn’t we clarify that we’re not actually together?” I ask once we’re back at Milo’s place.
He’s flopped on the couch, still looking very cozy in my jacket, which is making me a little jealous.
A part of me wants to take the jacket back and offer myself up as a cuddle buddy instead.
“Ray’s got it under control. More importantly, come sit,” Milo demands and pats the space next to him.
Naturally, I oblige and sit, putting some space between us, but Milo is quick to close the distance.
“Isn’t there something more important we need to discuss?”
I try to inch away because it’s hard to think properly when Milo is this close. I can make out his sweet apple scent and the minty body wash he uses. The two smells shouldn’t go together, but on Milo, it’s intoxicating.
I scoot again, and Milo follows until I’m at the edge of the couch.
“What’s there to discuss?” I ask, giving up on running. I face Milo head-on.
“Did it work?”
“Did what work?”
“My plan, duh!”
I stare at him blankly. “Was there a plan?”
“Of course there was, silly! It was my greatest plan of all, if I do say so myself!”
That mischievous look returns to his eyes, and I’m almost too afraid to ask what this grand plan of his is.
Could it be that he had orchestrated this entire thing? Has he been wearing my jacket on purpose to intentionally get photographed? I didn’t find any information online regarding Milo’s sexuality, so maybe this is his way of hinting that he’s into men?
Possibly into me?
But would he do something like this without running it by Ray first?
I look at Milo, the chaos goblin incarnate. Most definitely, he would.
This must be the plan he’s talking about.
“I think so,” I answer slowly. “I think you made it very clear now.”
Milo’s eyes sparkle even more than they already do. While I do think it’s a wild way to come out to his fans, I guess as long as it makes him happy.
“We should discuss what comes next,” I add.
This is a huge step forward for Milo, but we can’t have the entire world thinking that he and I are together when we’re not.
“I’d love to have a discussion…with our bodies.”
Milo tackles me and climbs into my lap before I can get my wits about me. He loops his arms around my neck, then we’re eye level, and those grays inch lower by the second.
He’s going to kiss me. I’m going to have Milo’s lips on me again.
And I don’t stop him.
Or try to push him off.
I easily could, as he weighs barely anything against my legs. But I don’t. Instead, I get lost in his clear gray eyes as his face gets closer until our lips are touching.
Everything else goes still besides the electricity thrumming underneath my skin. It’s the same as the last time we kissed. My senses are filled with his sweet scent and the warmth of him.
Milo caresses my tongue with his, and I’m instantly hard. I’ve never popped a boner from just a couple of kisses before, but Milo has me trained like Pavlov’s dog.
One touch of his lips, and my cock is keyed up like a fucking cannon.
I’m gripping his hips, my hands straining with the effort of trying not to hurt him. It’s hard when Milo seems to be all but melting into me. He presses against me until our bodies match up without an inch of space in between us, and then I feel it.
His cock is probably as hard as mine, and I get flashes from earlier today.
Of naked Milo, lying on top of me, and my clothes the only layer that existed between us. I had almost given in to my desires then—like I’m so fucking tempted to now—but the nagging voice in the back of my head won’t turn off.
We can’t.
I try to nudge Milo off me, but he’s clinging, sucking on my bottom lip. He finally releases it with a pop. His eyes are starlight when our gazes meet for a quick second, then he’s at my neck and licking a stripe to my ear that almost makes me lose all reason.
Almost.
“W-wait, Milo, stop. Where is all this coming from?” I manage to ask.
Milo sucks on my ear, and my cock twitches very disobediently.
My self-restraint can only go so far…
I grab Milo by the shoulders and sit him straight, so his dangerous lips are nowhere near me. His eyes are wide with confusion, while I’m huffing to catch my breath.
“W-why are you kissing me? I thought we agreed to be friends?”
The question is more of a plea than anything else. I need him to reaffirm the line between us.
The one that we can’t cross.
Milo’s brows flick into a frown. “I thought you said it worked?”
“I—”
Now I’m the one frowning, because where the hell is this conversation going?
“Are you talking about your grand plan? I guess it did work, but what does it have to do with this? With us?”
Milo’s lips hook up into another dashing smile that almost makes me forget why I’m trying so hard to push him away when all I want is the opposite.
He slides a hand against my chest, directly over my heart. He can probably feel how fast the thing’s beating for him, calling out to him as subtly as a bullhorn.
“It has everything to do with us. My plan worked. I managed to wrangle my way into your heart through your stomach,” Milo murmurs softly.
He’s smiling so deeply, his eyes are crescents of gray.
“Stomach…heart?”
It takes a second, then a thought rises. Is he talking about the croissants? Is that what he means by winning my heart through my stomach?
It makes no sense, though!
“What about the news article that went out earlier? I thought your grand plan was to be seen wearing my clothes to show you’re interested in me: a man. I thought you wanted to come out to your fans?”
Milo’s expression says he thinks I’m out of my mind, which isn’t far from the truth.
“I am interested in you,” he says slowly.
He enunciates each word like he’s trying to get them through my thick skull.
“But I have no plans of coming out to my fans right now. Even if I did, I would consult Ray about it first, or else he’d get ornery, and I don’t want an even angrier Ray on my hands! ”
My face burns hot red.
“I…you…” Milo said a lot in those few sentences, but all I can focus on is one thing. “You’re interested in me? What happened to being friends—BFFs?”
Milo rolls his eyes. He looks so exasperated that I’m tempted to apologize for not keeping up.
“Which is why I had to execute my grand plan! And it worked, didn’t it? Isn’t that why you were so possessive of the croissants I made from the heart?”
I bite my tongue to keep from revealing that I wanted to spare his feelings about his baking.
“I was—am—touched by the croissants, but that doesn’t fix our current problem. We can’t.”
“You can’t honestly tell me you don’t feel this connection too? Or that you didn’t masturbate after the kiss we shared in the gym? Because I sure as hell did—while thinking about you,” he admits.
My lips tighten without a word, and my face burns even more. I can’t deny either of his claims. Nor can I ever tell him he’s been the main character in my dreams for the past few days.
It’s too potent to say out loud.
“We can’t,” I repeat.
Maybe if I repeat it often enough, we’ll finally stop this insanity?
I don’t look at him.
I can’t.
If he flashes those heated grays at me, I’ll cave, and Milo must know that too. He uses both hands to cup my cheeks and forces me to look at him.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he dares.
It’s a dare I can’t win because I want him so damn badly. A minute of silence passes through us as I get lost in those pretty eyes.
Milo smirks and leans in until our breaths mingle. “Because I want you. I’ve been dreaming about this. You, me, right here. You, bending me over the couch and devouring me until your name is the only thing I can remember.”
“Fuck,” I growl out.
His words are a dizzying voice of my desires, and I cave. I steal those lips with my own and flip us over until his back is against the couch and my body is holding him hostage.
My lips are only on his for a quick taste before skimming down his chin, his neck, and every revealed piece of skin I can reach.
“Fuck, yes. Need more, Rowan,” Milo gasps.
The sexy moan of my name urges me on. For once, he’s wearing too many layers. My leather jacket billows out around him, absolutely swallowing him. Now that I have access to touch him like this, I’m obsessed with the way it looks on him.
Milo looks like he has no intention of taking it off either. He’s back to bringing the sleeve to his nose for a sniff, which wrangles an animalistic sound out of me.
“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” I accuse.
Milo laughs but doesn’t stop his damn sniffing. The sight makes my cock swell.
I grab his naughty hands and press them over his head before he can work me up even more and make my dick burst out of my pants. Milo tests my hold but accepts his fate when he realizes he can’t break free.
“You like how I smell that much?” I murmur.
My nose skims over his neck, and I return the favor by taking a deep whiff of his crisp scent. Apple and mint swirl around me until it’s the only thing I can smell.
Milo’s breath hitches, and he lets out the sexiest moan known to man. His hips rock up and catch my erection with perfect friction.
“Can’t help it when you smell so good,” he replies.
“So you’re saying it’s my fault?” I argue, and he laughs.
“It is your fault. You’ve had me out of my mind just by being next to me. So you better take responsibility.”
He rocks his hips again, and I hiss. His smirk tells me the little goblin knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Since you asked so nicely, I’ll take responsibility, but I’m going to take my time enjoying you,” I say throatily.
I drag a stripe down his neck, then pull his shirt up. It catches on his shoulders and scrunches there, but it gives me the access I crave.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say, taking a moment to savor the view. I’ve seen Milo’s body before. I had a full view of him in his underwear for hours. Hell, I’ve even caught a glimpse of him naked right before he’d fallen on top of me.