“So, I don’t want to see you here tomorrow, Milo, or online.”
“Yes sir.”
“Cheeky fucker,” Patrick snorted, before walking into his office. He left the door open this time.
What was Milo going to do tomorrow? If he stayed at home, Liam would want to speak to him, and he didn’t want to lie to his friend, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. Perhaps he could convince Edward to spend the day at a hotel or something, away from all their drama. He’d said he was working until Thursday, but it was still worth asking.
Milo:What are you doing tomorrow?
E:Working. You got something in mind?
Milo had put Edward’s name in his phone as “E” on the off chance someone saw it. He got notifications, but they only told him he had a message and not who it was from, which was annoying as it meant he would check every message straight away in case it was Edward. It was worth the hassle, though.
Milo:Thought I could give you something, so you don’t forget me over Christmas!
Not his best work, but it had been easier to write complete filth back when Edward was just a faceless profile. That was something to unpack later.
E:Why don’t you come over to my place later? You can stay the night. I have to work tomorrow, but I can do it from home.
Milo:Let me know the time, and I’ll be there. I’ll be careful.
E:I know you will xx
That was that sorted. Although now he had to pack a bag and leave his flat without Liam seeing him, or any of the others for that matter. Then he had to act like a spy to get into Edward’s house. The whole thing was a bit fucked up, so why did he find it so exciting?
“Fuck, Eddie, why do you always look so hot covered in my cum?”
Within seconds of arriving, Edward had pushed Milo against the wall in the hallway and dropped to his knees. Milo hadn’t lasted longer than five minutes before he shot the first spurt down Edward’s throat, then he’d pulled out and finished on his face. The guy was a master with his tongue, and Milo wasn’t able to stop himself from flying off the edge. Edward had been in control this time.
“Stay there,” said Milo. “And keep your eyes closed.”
He went to the downstairs toilet to get a cloth to wash Edward up, and when he looked back he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This handsome and powerful guy was on his knees, still in his shirt and trousers, and his face was covered in Milo’s cum. Edward had a huge smile on his face, and he’d caused that. He snapped himself out of his staring, running the tap for a moment to warm the water before wetting the hand towel. There were no washcloths.
Milo cleaned up Edward’s face before cleaning his cock. Not that Edward had left him anything to clean; the guy was a complete cum slut. It’s not something they’d explored before, given they were in the dark, but Milo was all for this. The feeling he got when a guy was marked with his seed made him feel almost primal. Milo looked down and saw a noticeable wet patch in Edward’s trousers.
“Did you cum untouched again?”
He nodded, which made Milo preen. It was only after the effects of his orgasm wore off that he noticed the intoxicating aroma in the house.
“What’s that smell?”
“I made dinner.”
“Really?”
Edward laughed. “Yes, I told you I could cook when I’m not being distracted by you.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Never.”
He picked up Milo’s overnight bag off the floor and gestured for him to follow him into the kitchen diner. The smell was even more intense here. He couldn’t see anything, but the oven was on, so whatever deliciousness it was, it was in there. Edward put his bag on the sofa and offered him a drink.
“Do you have wine?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Just something white, then. Not too dry.”
