I sitat the end of the couch, staring at Milo while he sleeps. After his second beer, he got groggy and passed out before the movie ended.
Which means I’ve been sitting here for fifteen minutes now in the silent apartment, just looking at him.
He’s lying on his side and up against the armrest, his legs under his body. He’s curled away from my side of the couch, and he keeps his tattooed arm cradled close to his chest, somehow holding the position even as he falls deeper into sleep.
I don’t blame him for being so tired. Long sessions take it out of you, and he held up like a champ.
A groan slips out under my breath. Now that Milo’s right there, and I’m watching the breath cross his lips and his eyes move behind the lids, it’s really fucking hard not to want him.
I can build walls all day long, but then I turn around and do something stupid like inviting him up into my apartment. It just didn’t seem like there was anything else to do, not with a blizzard outside. I couldn’t send him off into that, no fucking way. And it was going to bum me out when he took off, so I said what I said, and now here I am.
Looking at Milo and wanting things from him that scare me.
I rub my hands over my face, then stand. I go and get the heaviest blanket from my bed and a pillow, then put on a clean pillowcase. I should just carry him in and let him have the bed. Hell, I fall asleep on the couch some nights anyway, but I know I’m too much of a stranger to do a thing like that.
Still, I can try to make sure he’s comfortable.
First, I set everything at the end of the couch. Then I refill his water. Keeping hydrated will make the tattoo heal right, and I’m glad that I have a chance to look after this piece in person and see it through some. It’s a special one, and I want it to shine on Milo.
Carefully, I lean forward. His citrus cinnamon scent hits me, and he stretches his legs out, extending them down the couch as he points his toes. The gentleness of the gesture tears into me as I take the blanket and pull it over him, up to his shoulders.
Fucking hell, he’s hot. I’ve never known someone quite like him. Those damn pink jeans, and the way his voice lights up when he laughs, and that ass that I can’t stop thinking about. I shake my head and stay there, close, just feeling my heartbeat as he breathes.
Milo stretches his legs beneath the blanket again, and then, so quick I can’t react, his hand is on the side of my face. He traces his fingers across my stubble, and his palm presses to my jaw, holding my cheek as the surprise of it freezes me.
“Joey,” Milo whimpers softly, his eyes still closed. My cock throbs hard, and the sound of my name on his lips snaps me to attention. I lay my hand on top of his, then gently try to pull him off, but Milo presses his hand harder to my face and leans up, catching me with a kiss.
For one intense fucking second, his soft lips brush against mine, then part as he presses harder. His sweet, warm breath meets mine, and I want like crazy to thrust my tongue into his mouth and take him. Instead, though, I gasp and pull back, breaking our connection as I fall to my ass and bang my elbow on the coffee table.
“Sorry,” I grunt.
Milo sits up straight, his eyes fly open, and he stares at me, confusion on his tired face. “Oh my god,” he gasps, “oh shit, I’m sorry. I was sleeping and… Did I just?”
I push myself up and stand. “I was putting the blanket on you,” I say, rubbing the back of my head.
Milo stands too, holding the blanket to his chest, and we’re suddenly only inches apart. My heart is still pounding in my ears and I don’t know what in the hell I’m supposed to say. All I know is that we’re standing there, and my cock is hard as steel in my jeans, and I can feel the heat off his body, and my fucking elbow hurts like a son of a bitch.
He kissed me. Shit.
“Thank you for the blanket,” Milo finally says. His voice is soft, timid even, and he blinks his sleepy eyes a few times. “And for being so nice.”
I should step away, but I don’t, and he doesn’t sit down or back off, either. The street’s quiet outside, the snow done falling but everything still buried, and it’s like time froze or something, the way Milo and I are so still.
“Yeah,” I say. “Of course.”
He fists the blanket, and I realize we’re another incher closer. I’m taller than Milo, and being this close means I have to tilt my eyes down to really see him. My cock throbs again, and I think about how long it’s been since I hooked up with anyone.
Some stranger, not too long after I learned the truth about Adrian. It was over a year ago, but it had ended so poorly, I remember it like yesterday.
I push away the thought. That was practically a different world. Now, tonight, Milo and I are so close to touching, and I don’t think I’m strong enough to turn away.
“Milo.” I say his name, and it comes out like a rasp. He looks at me with wide eyes, then unclenches his hand, releasing the blanket.
By the time it falls to our feet, my hand is on the back of his head, and Milo’s legs brush against my thighs. “Joey,” he says, need dripping through his voice, and the sweet sound on his lips finally pushes me over the line. I slam my mouth against his, and Milo rides up against me, kissing back with just as much hunger.
Fuck, it’s explosive. I grope him and squeeze his ass, and Milo’s tongue meets mine as he writhes up tight and whimpers. We keep kissing and grabbing each other, stumbling, until I pull him up against my chest and take him in a long, deep, steady kiss.
It’s just physical, I tell myself. I’ve always let myself enjoy a quick fuck when I need it, and Milo is just too hot and perfect and cute to resist. So I grab the back of his head and finally pull my mouth back and tell him just that while he gasps for breath.
