Edward snorted. “Do I want to know?”
“How would you feel about getting tested, so we don’t have to use condoms?”
He heard Edward suck in a breath. Had Milo asked too much?
“You’d want to do that?”
He opened his eyes and saw Edward looking at him withsuch affection in his eyes. It made his heart speed up. Could this amazing man feel the same way about him?
“I love the idea of there being nothing between us. I could plug you up and make you sit in the House of Commons with my cum inside you.”
Edward burst out laughing, and Milo joined him. He then leaned forward and kissed Milo before pulling the duvet back over them. Edward took the big-spoon position, which was something they’d fallen into. Milo loved the dynamic they had. He’d never had this with anyone else.
“Shouldn’t we get up and start doing Christmas things?” asked Milo.
“Why? We’re the only ones here. I think we’ve both earned a nap.”
“You mean you want a quick recharge before we go again?”
“After what you just did, I think my arse will need a break until at least tomorrow.”
“Oh ... thank fuck for that.”
They both laughed; Edward pulled him in tighter. Milo had never felt so safe and loved. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
CHAPTER 14
EDWARD
Edward was lying on the sofa with his head in Milo’s lap. He loved that there were no boxes either of them occupied outside of sex. Edward loved being the big spoon when they slept, and lying like this with Milo gently stroking his hair. Although having his mouth this close to Milo’s cock was a lesson in restraint, even if he was bloated from eating too much food. He may have overdone it with the cooking, but Milo had eaten everything, showering him with compliments. It wasn’t often he got them. In his job, he was constantly being told he was a cunt, and that was just his colleagues, let alone what his constituents and the wider public thought of him. Edward felt something twitch against his cheek.
“Are you hard?” he asked.
“Not fully.”
“How?”
“How could I not be, when your face is right there?” said Milo with a smile. “Just relax. I’m not expecting anything.”
That was fortunate. Although his mouth was working fine, he was paying the price for the pounding he’d begged for this morning. Every time he’d winced during the day, he’dgotten a knowing smirk from Milo– the fucker. He couldn’t complain, though, since he’d got what he’d asked for, and had zero regrets, but it wasn’t something he’d be able to do on the regular. When he’d promised Milo they would be an open couple by the time of London Pride, he’d meant it. As soon as he won the leadership contest, he’d come out straight away. There would be no more hiding. If people had a problem with having a gay prime minister, they could vote him out the following year. But a year was all he needed to prove he was the right person to lead the country. He needed to talk to Olivia about his plan, but he knew she’d support him regardless. He just didn’t want to saddle the country with Hargreaves, so if that meant keeping things quiet for longer, that’s what he’d do.
“Ooh,” said Milo. “I haven’t given you your present yet.”
“You gave me that this morning.”
Milo snorted. “This’ll be something you can tell your friends about... oh, shit. I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean.”
“I know what you meant,” said Edward, sitting up and giving Milo a kiss. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
“You got me something?”
“Of course I did,” he said, sitting up. “What’s this face about?”
He didn’t like the look, which was a mix of shock and grief.
“I haven’t really been given anything since my mum died.”
“What about your friends?”
