“This isn’t just fucking, you know. I love him, so try to get your head round it, okay?”
Kieran’s eyes widened before he left Milo to his frantic packing. He needed to see Edward, so he hoped he wouldn’t be left hanging for too long.
It was another six hours before Edward arrived at Derek’s house. His friend was great company and knew how to crack a joke to ease the tension, but Milo had been climbing the walls until Edward arrived. Before he could say anything, Edward grabbed Milo and dragged him upstairs. He could hear Derek laughing.
“I think we need to talk first, Eddie.”
“As much as I love you, Milo, I don’t want my best friend hearing what you do to me.”
Milo stopped in his tracks.
“What is it?” asked Edward, frowning.
“You love me?”
His face softened. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that. But yes, Milo. I should have told you in Norway. I knew then, but I wanted things to be more certain before I said anything.”
Milo couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Yes, the timing’s shit with everything going on, but I need you to know that you’re it for me, Milo. If I have to choose between you and this job, you’ll win every time.”
Milo grabbed Edward by the face and pulled him into a fiery kiss. Edward guided them into the bedroom and closed the door. Their hands were everywhere, but there was no desperation to get each other’s clothes off. They fell onto the bed, and Milo flipped them over so he was on top of Edward, and he deepened the kiss before attacking his neck with kisses and bites.
Milo slid off the bed, so his knees were on the floor. He opened Edward’s belt and pulled his thick, throbbing cock out. The foreskin had pulled back, and he was dripping with precum. Milo loved how much this man wanted him. He licked up Edward’s shaft, caressing the three prominent veins with his tongue, before circling the head and tasting the precum of the man who loved him.
“Eddie?”
He looked at Milo, his pupils blown and eyes hooded.
“I love you too.”
Before Edward could respond, Milo took him down to the root. He almost gagged, but he’d trained his gag reflex with dildos at university. He loved fucking jocks, but the supposedly straight guys avoided bum stuff. They couldn’t get enough of having their cocks sucked, though.
He heard Edward groan loudly before it was muffled. Milo looked up and couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw his man literally biting the pillow. The sound of his laughter must have vibrated round Edward’s dick, because he groaned again, and bucked his hips. Milo gripped the base of Edward’s cock and pumped his shaft as he focussed his mouth on the top half, using his tongue to make Edward babble.
“Milo . . . I’m close . . . I can’t . . . I’m gonna . . .”
Milo hummed his approval, and pushed the tip of his finger against Edward’s hole, and that was enough for him to cry out his release. No pillow stopped that sound from carrying. Milo loved the feeling of Edward’s cum hitting the back of his throat. He kept tugging on his cock and using his tongue to make sure he didn’t miss a drop as Edward’s body shook with pleasure. Once Milo was sure there wasn’t any cum left, he climbed back up Edward’s body and kissed him again.
Edward put his hand on Milo’s throbbing cock. He knew it wouldn’t take much for him to cum, but this wasn’t about him. The situation was stressful enough for Milo; he couldn’t even imagine what it felt like for Edward.
“You can play with him later,” said Milo, sliding Edward’s hand away.
Edward didn’t look pleased with that announcement.
“Are you pouting?”
“I don’t pout.”
Milo laughed before snuggling into Edward. “I guess we better do that talking thing we’re supposed to do.”
Edward laughed with him. “I’ve got a plan.”
“Of course you do. Let’s hear it, then.”
CHAPTER 18
EDWARD
