“Shhh! Gib mir einen Moment!” Elio rasped, holding himself up with one arm as the other worked between them. Hard, thick heat slowly pushed past the tight ring of Milo’s ass, spreading his passage and driving all the air from his lungs. “Breathe and relax,” Elio crooned against Milo’s temple but he was shaking. “Tell me if you need me to stop.” He withdrew, the overwhelming pressure subsiding before Elio flexed his hips and thrust a little deeper.
It wasn’t long before the burning faded and Milo was enthralled by the seductive glide of Elio’s shaft and the waves of pleasure rippling from where they were joined. Elio had pushed off the blankets, his hands braced next to Milo’s shoulders, andhe was incredible. His face was taut with concentration and the muscles in his arms and abs twisted and bunched as his hips pumped faster and faster. Sweat beaded his brow and made Elio’s skin shimmer in the firelight, captivating Milo.
“Mine,” Milo whispered in wonder, trailing an appreciative hand down Elio’s chest and around his back. He scratched and squeezed, admiring the firm, straining muscles and hot, slick skin, then gripped Elio’s ass. “Are you mine now too?” he managed, despite the heady pleasure and pressure building in his core.
Elio nodded and lowered onto his elbows, his breath wafting against Milo’s lips as he continued to pump his hips. “I’ve been yours since Schönbühel, I was just too blind and too stubborn to realize it.”
He kissed Milo hard, cradling his cheek as he filled him with brutally deep, grinding thrusts. It didn’t seem possible for them to get any closer, but Milo wound his arms and legs around Elio and begged for more, more, more. He couldn’t get enough of Elio and Milo wanted their molecules to bond so he’d never have to let go.
“Fuck! Milo!” Elio cried out. “I can’t—! Mein Gott, du bist—! Fuck!” He reached between them and found Milo’s cock, giving it a frantic tug and sending him over the edge.
“God, Eli!” Milo screamed when every nerve in his body sparked and he imploded into light and heat.
Elio slammed forward, arching as his body jerked and jumped. “Milo!” He shuddered and chanted Milo’s name over and over again as he twitched and shivered. “You are magic,” he said once he’d caught his breath and fell onto the blankets next to Milo.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God…” Milo panted at the sky. Light pollution made it hard to see most of the stars butMilo felt like he was glowing and floating with them and laughed as Elio’s hand curled around his.
“I hope it’s alright, but I’m going to kiss Felicity the next time I see her. This was a brilliant idea,” he said, making Milo giggle.
“You should kiss her twice from me. This is my dream date and it couldn’t have been more perfect.”
Elio rolled towards him, smiling. “Then we can do this every Friday. We’ll have a picnic and I’ll feed you and we can do more of this…” he said as he smeared cum off of Milo’s stomach and sucked on his finger, humming contentedly.
“Every Friday?” Milo bit down on a laugh, nodding. “I didn’t think I’d ever have a boyfriend or even want one but I love this!”
Healmostsaid “I love you.” Milo felt like he might love Elio the way his dads loved each other but worried that it was too soon or that he was too naive to know the difference between romantic love and hormonal infatuation.
“I love this too,” Elio said quietly, catching Milo’s chin and kissing him tenderly. “I never thought I’d find someone like you.”
They kissed and Milo wondered if Elio felt all the same things and was just as nervous about it being too soon. It had only been a few weeks since Elio came to Starlight and the Olympia but so much had changed in Milo’s world. He was happy and excited about the research he was doing at work,he had a boyfriend,and Milo had lost his virginity. The boyfriend part was far more unbelievable and significant to Milo than the loss of his virginity. He hadn’t cared about sex until Elio so it only seemed right and obvious that he’d be Milo’s first and only partner.
Lover.
Milo liked that so much better. What happened between them seemed like something so much bigger than sex. He wouldn’t have wanted it and he certainly wouldn’t have enjoyed it with anyone other than Elio and it was about so much morethan mating for Milo. Helovedeverything about the man in his arms and Milo loved himself and was never more comfortable in his own body than when he was with Elio.
Loving Elio made Milo feel alive and like he waslivinga real life, instead of watching the other grownups around him have fulfilling careers and relationships. And Elio made Milo feel like he was perfect just the way he was.
Suddenly, Milo had an epiphany: he wasn’t mild or a loser. He was a pretty darn good person and a greatphysicist. Not only that, he had the best family in all of Manhattananda boyfriend.TheElio von Hessen thought Milo was special—and possibly loved him—and Elio was a prince!
Take that, Mean Guys!
Why should their opinions matter? Why shouldtheymatter? Milo was better than them in just about every way he could fathom. And not just because Elio said so, but because Milo was beginning to see himself the way his family and friends did. Of course, it might have taken Milo a lot longer to see the light if Elio hadn’t crashed into his life.
And now that Milo had found his place in the sun, he wasn’t letting the Mean Guys rain on his joy or stamp out that light ever again.
Seventeen
It was becoming a concerning habit: Elio was up at a “decent” hour and was about to make his life infinitely more complicated and uncomfortable. He paced on the rooftop of the Starlight Institute, his phone in hand and Matteo’s face and number on the screen. There would be no going back once he told Matteo and the other two would be activated. All three of his brothers would begin to conspire but Elio planned to manipulate their innate skills and tendencies to help Milo settle things once and for all with the Mean Guys.
He had come up with the perfect plan that would allow Milo to showcase his brilliance and coolness under pressure and prove once and for all that the Mean Guys were useless nepo babies and posers. Unfortunately, the plan would require some personal sacrifice on Elio’s part so he pressed the send button and girded his loins when Matteo answered.
“Na?”
“Moagn… How are you?” Elio cringed, not wanting to sound too obvious. His brothers—Matteo in particular—would pounceif they saw an opportunity for leverage. The last time resulted in Elio dressing like a baby blue Teletubby for the family Easter party and photos.
“I’m fine. You?” Matteo asked suspiciously.
“Fine! I’m fine and work is…fine,” Elio added flatly, his lip curling as he considered the building beneath his feet. Why the fuck was he there at 9 AM? “I loathe Starlight and would burn this place to the ground but I like the progress Milo and I are making,” he said and snorted. “He has not been a letdown and working with him is much better than I expected.”
