“Fuck, yes!” Elio nodded drunkenly. “Just like that!”
“You feel so good!” Milo managed while pumping his hips faster and faster, racing to catch up with the heavy pressure building in his core.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! That’s it!” More cum dribbled from Elio’s cock as it swung, flicking onto the tiles and the base of the sink.
A scream built in Milo’s chest as his nerves flickered wildly. He rose on his toes and bit into Elio’s shoulder when the pleasure and pressure overwhelmed him, muffling his elated sob as he shattered. Milo saw stars as cum spilled from his cock,deep in Elio’s ass, and he was lightheaded as he stumbled back and fell onto the sofa.
“Wow! That was—!” Milo laughed and fixed his glasses. “I can’t believe we just did that!”
“Youdid that,” Elio corrected. He had to hold onto the sink as he pulled up his pants and he looked unsteady as he fixed his clothes. “Verdammte Scheiße!”
“Was that too rough?” Milo worried but Elio shook his head and offered him a hand up.
“That was perfect.”
They kissed and helped each other with their hair and checked to make sure nothing was too rumpled before Elio got the door for Milo. He was feeling a little cocky and delightfully relaxed until he made eye contact with Seth. He had a knowing smile on his face as he filled the French press with water from the electric kettle.
“When did you get here?” Milo asked sheepishly but Elio made a dismissive sound as he went to the sectional and fell back onto it, crossing his boots and sighing as he folded his arms behind his head.
“About two minutes ago,” Seth answered and coughed softly. “I don’t think anyone outside of the office could hear Mr. von Hessen scream but that bathroomis notsoundproof. In case you were wondering,” he added.
Elio smirked and hummed. “I’ll remember to be quieter next time.”
“Elio!” Milo covered his face, mortified, but Elio just shrugged.
“Call it a win. This should put that ‘Mild Ashby’ business to rest and give Brad something else to be jealous about.”
Seth nodded quickly. “Brad issickabout that private bathroom and he’s going to lose it when he hears that you really are having nooners in there.”
“Good for him,” Elio replied with a pleased humph.
Good for me!
Milo went back to the touchscreen before they caught him smiling. He certainly hadn’t intended for any of it and he was epically embarrassed, but Milo did feel like a winner. He had finally stood up to Brad and had his first quickieat work.
Maybe Milo was a little bit of a bad boy after all…
Nineteen
Everything was in place at Brookhaven when Elio and Milo joined Hector and the Mean Guys in the alley behind Starlight the following evening. A white van was waiting and Brad had already claimed the passenger seat.
“I’ll be in the back row with Ashby,” Elio boasted and wiggled his brows at Brad before climbing inside.
Brad had made a very big fuss about their quickie in the bathroom but Hector had informed him that it was no one’s business as long as both parties were consenting adults. Hector had pulled them aside and gently scolded Elio about the slight power imbalance but Milo had interrupted and admitted that it had beenhisidea. And Milo made it very clear that he had been the one who had approached Elio outside of work and took their relationship to the next level.
All that Hector could do was discourage them from having sex in the workplace again. His hands were tied, given the fact that Elio and Milo had a personal connection prior to their employment at Starlight and Elio’s notoriety and value to theinstitute. Elio wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he enjoyed rubbing it all in Brad’s face. It was one of the few benefits of staying at Starlight and Elio was determined to find joy wherever he could if he was stuck there.
“You shouldn’t taunt him,” Milo said as he settled into the spot next to Elio’s on the back bench.
“Why not?” Elio offered his lips, tuning out the chatter of the rest of the passengers. “He deserves worse.”
Milo shushed and gave Elio a quick kiss, blushing as he buckled his belt. “You’re not a bully,” he said simply, dousing Elio’s desire to be petty.
“You’re right,” he sighed, sliding low in his seat and taking Milo’s hand. He intertwined their fingers and kissed Milo’s knuckles. “He’s jealous because I have you.”
“Probably not,” Milo snorted but he hugged their hands against his chest, beaming at Elio. “I think this will be fun, as long as no one screws around and blows us all up.”
“I’m hoping it will be. I set all of this up for you,” Elio confided out of the side of his mouth. He didn’t want to give away too much but the facility at Brookhaven was one of only two with a heavy-ion collider and it was the only spin-polarized proton collider ever built. “Seven Nobel prizes have been awarded for work done at Brookhaven,” he said and Milo nodded.
