Those hands…
They were so nimble around the chopsticks and Milo was often mesmerized by the tricks Elio would do with his tennis balls—juggling them and making them dance over his knuckles before bouncing them or throwing them at a wall. And he remembered how Elio’s hands felt as they kneaded and teased when they were kissing and fooling around.
“I’d miss you too much,” Elio said and poked the end of Milo’s nose with a chopstick. “And I don’t think I’d have as much fun.”
“I see…” Milo never thought it would happen to him but he was no longer interested in eating.
He tilted his head to the side when Elio offered him another dumpling and bit one of his knuckles. Milo watched Elio as he licked between his fingers and sucked on the end of his thumb. The chopsticks and the dumpling fell, forgotten as Elio gathered Milo in his arms and kissed him. They rolled on the thick bed of comforters and quilts, careful not to crush the takeout containers.
“I’m sorry,” Elio mumbled between kisses. “I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Neither could I.” Milo’s thumbs danced over the snake bite piercings in Elio’s lower lip before skating along his jaw and over the studs, gauges, and barbells adorning his ears.
“Do they bother you? The piercings and the tattoos?” Elio asked but Milo didn’t hesitate, shaking his head quickly.
“I love them! Your piercings remind me of the city and being outside and your tattoos are beautiful. Theymean something. I can see what’s inspired you and what you love by the quotes and theories you chose. They’re some of my favorites too and now, I can see why we fit so well together.”
“We do fit, don’t we?” Elio laughed softly. “I didn’t think that I would ever make sense to anyone or that I’d want to, but I make more sense to myself when I’m with you. Maybe it’s because we speak the same language and we dream of the same things.”
“I’m learninga lotabout myself. Ineverliked when people got too close to me and Idid notwant anything to do with sex. It seemed so…invasive and uncomfortable but now, I want to try everything and Ilikebeing close to you.”
“Everything?” Elio asked carefully. “Do you understand what everything means?” He flashed Milo an apologetic grimace. “I don’t mean to imply that you’re naive or?—”
“It’s okay!” Milo interrupted. “I usually plug my ears and sing the periodic table of elements whenever someone mentions sex. I wanted to be naive because I thought I was more evolved than everyone else and didn’t need to know. But I was wrong. I’m just a late bloomer, or whatever, and I want to try it all with you.”
There was a knowing chuckle and Elio nodded as he rose on an elbow and looked around them. “I thought I was better than everyone else and had more important things to accomplish than getting laid, but you’ve brought me down several pegs. We should move inside. I don’t want you to get cold and I didn’t expect things to go this far, this fast, so I’m…not prepared,” he explained.
“Oh!” Milo rolled away and got to his knees as he stretched and reached for his backpack. He was able to snatch it off the lounge and unzipped the outside pocket. “Mom gave me these,” he said, handing Elio the box of condoms and foil packets of lube.
“Your mother?” Elio verified as he blinked at them. “That’s…surprising.”
Milo shook his head. “You’ve met my mom. She can outnerd me and Dad but she isn’t afraid of anything and she’s the opposite of subtle.”
“She’s great,” Elio murmured, then held up the box. “I got tested and everything was clear and negative so it’s up to you. Would you be more comfortable with condoms?”
“I have no idea. Are they more comfortable?” he asked and Elio shook his head.
“I’ve always used them because I didn’t know my partners but they’re a pain in the arse. I want to feel you without one between us.”
“Okay.” Milo took the box and tossed it at the lounge. “I don’t want anything between us. Do we need the lubricant?”
“Oh, yes. We’ll need all of it.”
Milo gasped as he was flipped onto his back and Elio rose over him. His face, neck, and ears were kissed, nibbled, and sucked as Elio’s hands slipped beneath Milo’s shirt and into the back of his pants and gripped his asscheek possessively. Elio rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Milo’s semi-hard cock, groaning and mumbling in English and German. They wiggled and slid out of their pajamas until they were both naked and desperate.
“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Elio worried as he kissed his way down Milo’s body.
“No! I’m fine!” Milo squeaked out. Between the fire pit, the pile of pillows and comforters, and Elio’s body covering much of his, Milo was almost too warm. And there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was leaving that terrace until Elio was finished. Milo wanted to learn more and he needed the intense heat and pleasure that only Elio could provide. “Please don’t stop!” Milo whispered when Elio kissed the inside of his thigh and nuzzled his sac.
“I won’t. You’re mine now, Milo.” He breathed the words as his lips dragged along the cleft of Milo’s ass. “All of you. I thought your mind was enough, but I burn and I ache to touch you and taste you and it drives me out of my mind when I can’t.”
“Oh God!” Milo’s eyes rolled as his cheeks were parted and Elio’s tongue swept over his hole. It swirled, drilling and setting Milo’s nerves alight. Flickering warmth spread from his center and down his limbs as a wild, gnawing itch bloomed in his core.
Then, a finger slowly pressed past the tight ring of Milo’s ass, causing a burning sting before it withdrew. There was a soft shushing sound from Elio as he licked up the length of Milo’s cock and sucked on the head. He used his lips and tongue to pleasure and distract Milo as Elio’s finger slid deeper and deeper. Just a little bit at a time, until there were two fingers sliding in and out of Milo’s ass, gently twisting and stretching until he was mindless and writhing.
The burning sting had been replaced with electric tingles that grew stronger with every slide of Elio’s fingers until it wasn’t enough. Milo needed more and he needed relief from the swirling, swelling pressure in his core.
“Elio!”
