There was another long pause, then finally Sebastian sighed.
“Fine. I’ll cover for you. But you need to meet me in my office early as fuck on Monday. We need to talk before the meeting and come up with a plan.”
“Yes. Okay, deal. Fuck—Thank you,Seb. I owe you. For real.”
“Yeah. You fucking do.”
“I know.”
“Break things off with him.”
“What? I told you nothing is?—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Jay. Just end it. Before you both get hurt.”
I swallowed, more protests already gathering on my lips, but the line went dead, and I was left standing in my kitchen, staring at my locked phone screen, feeling like death would be easier than living this fucked up mess that was my life.
Seb’s order to break things off with Milo haunted me for the rest of the weekend. I did my best to hide how anxious I was feeling from him, but he was too smart for his own good. He could tell something had happened while I’d been gone and kept asking me if everything was alright.
‘Everything’s perfect, sweet boy. You’re fucking perfect,’I’d told him, not wanting him to get the wrong idea and think I was having second thoughts about him.
I knew I was going to need to explain to him what was going on eventually, but I wanted to wait until after the meeting with the DARPA representative so I had all the information.
Just because we were meeting with the man didn’t mean anything was actually going to happen. I didn’t want to stress Milo out unnecessarily.
Besides, seeing him curled up on my couch in my clothes was making me so deliriouslyhappy.I selfishly didn’t want to ruin the good vibes.
He looked so cute and comfy, cuddled up in my t-shirt and sweats that were much too large for him. He was absolutely swimming in the softfabric, and that, coupled with his large, round glasses, made his already big eyes look even bigger…fuck.
He was just so fucking cute.
I had this overwhelming urge to protect him and keep him safe. It was killing me that I was the one putting him in danger right now.
It wasn’t fuckingfair.
So, like the weak man I was, I avoided the problem for the rest of Saturday, and selfishly spent Sunday lazily fucking Milo on every surface available in my cube.
I had him ride me on the couch, I bent him over my kitchen table, and forced him to come all over my kitchen floor. I sucked him off in the shower and woke him up with spit-slicked fingers and whispered words of praise.
By the time Monday rolled around, we were both so blissed out and relaxed, I’d almost forgotten that I couldn’t walk to work with Milo like I normally did.
“Baby, wake up…” I whispered, leaving feather-light kisses across his freckle-dusted cheeks.
“Mmmmm,” he hummed, rocking his hips instinctively into my thigh, his morning wood hard beneath his borrowed pair of sweats.
I chuckled softly, brushing his hair back so I could kiss him on his forehead, too.
He looked up at me with lust in his eyes and a sleepy smile on his mouth.
“Sexy time?” he asked, and a rush of laughter bubbled in my chest.
I was getting this boy addicted to orgasms, and I was loving every second of it. It had only been a day, and he was already clearly expecting me to fuck him awake like I had the day before.
“Not right now, unfortunately. It’s early. You should go back to sleep; you don’t need to be at work for another few hours.”
He frowned. “Then why are you awake?”
I stroked his cheek and marveled at the way he easily pressed his face further into my hand.
