“Surprise!”
Jacob was supposed to be coming back to the states next week, Milo had prepared to fly home to see him and they would finally get to spend some time together. Like the cheeky guy he was, he had booked an earlier flight so he could surprise his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
It had been months and Milo still felt a little thrill when he thought about it. Butterflies swooped in his stomach, and he had no idea what to do with the feeling.
After his embarrassing airport confession, Jacob only had a few days with him before he had to return to his internship. With their relationship so new, Milo had floundered a bit. It took some time, but he settled into their long-distance relationship. Being able to talk to Jacob everyday was like a soothing balm to his soul. Most of the time they talked about nothing, but it didn’t matter. Hearing his voice, seeing his texts, they all made him happier than he ever could recall being.
While he was happy, in a lot of ways, it sucked—there was no substitute for being able to see and touch Jacob.
Distracted, he looked over to the bed where Jacob was sprawled out. Lying on his stomach with a pillow under his chest, his hair was damp from the shower he had just taken. His skin was rosy from the hot water, and he was wearing one of Milo’s shirts. Even though they were close in size, Jacob was swimming in the shirt. The black fabric draped over his slender back, clinging to his skin.
Milo found his eyes drawn down Jacob’s body. Down the flatness of his back to that perfect arch of his ass, the way the shirt clung to it and hid the boxer shorts he was wearing underneath. The paleness of his legs was a sharp contrast to the dark fabrics, a divergence that Milo found pleasing.
Any doubts that Milo had about being attracted to Jacob had long since fled his mind. His thoughts were constantly filled with Jacob—his impossibly narrow waist, the tautness of his belly, chestnut hair that always fell into his eyes, and those dusky pink lips he had a bad habit of biting. Porn had never influenced Milo, but Jacob did. Thoughts of Jacob had Milo’s hands down his pants faster than he could get the door closed.
Unfortunately, none of that seemed to be able to convey itself to Jacob.
While they had been dating for a while now, most of that time had been spent apart. Emotionally they were clicking on a higher level, but their physical intimacy was…lacking. Little kisses and hugs, caresses, and even holding hands had been fine. But farther then that had Jacob pulling back, uncertainty written all over his face.
Milo knew he was doubting him. Doubting whether his feelings were genuinely romantic or not. He couldn’t blame him. Milo had fumbled around so badly for most of their lives that anyone would feel that way. He had promised to become a man worthy of Jacob’s love and that would take time and patience.
Milo needed to pay penance in the purgatory of frustrated horniness for as long as it would take.
“Are you staring at my ass?” Jacob teased without looking away from the magazine.
“Yes,” Milo answered honestly, surprising them both.
The smug grin fell off Jacob’s face and he swallowed thickly, dropping the magazine page and giving Milo his full attention.
“Oh,” he mumbled, suddenly shy.
The light pink flush on his cheeks was so adorable that Milo found himself getting up out of his chair and sitting on the edge of the bed. He pressed a soft kiss on that heated skin, loving the way he could feel the warmth from the blush.
“W…what are you…?” Jing Ling stammered.
“Giving my boyfriend a kiss.”
Jacob licked his lips and stared down at his hands. “You don’t have to…”
The ways his lips downturned into a frown broke Milo. He hated that Jacob doubted him. Doubted that he wasn’t the most adorable thing Milo had ever seen, and only the legendary Clayton austerity kept his hands above the table at all times.
“I didn’t do it because I have to, Jacob.” Milo tucked some of those lovely chestnut strands out of his face. “I did it because you’re gorgeous and I…I wanted to.”
Jacob bit his lip and sat up, crossing his legs, and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “But…I mean the physical stuff is…I know you’re probably uncomfortable with it.”
Milo inwardly winced and tried not to let it show on his face. With Sandra he had not been a fan of sex. It was okay but hardly the life shattering event people made it out to be. She would be squirming under him and he was busy thinking about his next assignment, only his obligation to her keeping him in bed at all.
But with Jacob…
“You’re not even gay…” Jacob trailed off, still not looking at Milo.
He stared at his boyfriend and tried to contemplate what he just said. How could Jacob…?
Fuck patience. Milo was done.
He grabbed Jacob’s ankle and dragged his legs down. With a yelp, Jacob fell back to the bed and Milo straddled him, pinning his arms at his sides.
“You’re joking,” he said flatly. “Tell me you’re joking.”
Jacob was staring up at him with a look of pure confusion and Milo just knew he was going to enjoy wiping it off his face. In the space Milo had been trying to give him, the little bud of doubt had grown into a weed. A large, ugly, invasive species that had hurt Jacob more than Milo’s indecision could.
“It’s just…you’ve never liked guys before and I—”
Milo muffled the words with a kiss, a punishing press of lips that was more intense than anything they had ever done before. As he pushed his way into Jacob’s mouth, tongue separating the full lips he had fantasized about so many times, he could practically hear his dick crying in relief.
So there was no mistake, Milo pressed his hips to Jacobs, grating his very obvious erection against his thigh.
“I might not have ever been interested in guys before, but he is very, very interested in you.”
Jacob made a strangled noise and looked down at their hips pressed together. Milo’s sweatpants hid nothing, and he had to fight back the embarrassment he was feeling. Erasing Jacob’s doubts was more important.
Making Jacob feel amazing was more important.
“You have no idea,” Milo murmured into Jacob’s lips, sucking the abused lower lip into his mouth and soothing the nibbled marks with his tongue.
“No idea the filthy things I think about doing to you.” he breathed as his kisses moved from Jacob’s lips to his jaw, then his cheek, kissing softly and then sucking in his skin to leave indelible proof on Jacob’s flesh. Milo’s hands moved on their own, sliding up under his shirt to touch that shower kissed skin. The clean scent of shampoo was tainting his skin and all Milo wanted to do was replace it with his own smell. Rub it so deep that Jacob would never question his love again.
Jacob’s face was cherry red, and he was biting his hand to keep from making noises. Despite that, he was watching Milo’s every move. Eyes tracking him like a bloodhound.
“Every night I think about this, Jacob.” Milo laid a kiss on Jacob’s hip, dragging his tongue along the heated skin to ring around his navel. He loved the way Jacob sucked in his stomach, gasping at the wet heat tickling his skin.
“I think about you in my bed, with your eyes closed, and not a sound coming from your parted lips because I have fucked every last noise you’re capable of making out of you. I think about your beautiful legs around my waist, and your hair sliding in my fingers. I think about how your ass fits perfectly in my hands and how I want to make your nipples so sensitive that your shirts will rub them raw.”
Jacob cried out when his fingers flicked over his nipples, his eyes widening in surprise. “Milo you can’t…” he began to whine but Milo shoved the hem of his shirt between his lips.
“Unless you’re telling me to stop, I don’t want to hear it.”
All of his pent up need and unsatisfying jerk offs had built up to this. Milo didn’t even recognize the words coming out of his mouth. Was this who he was when Jacob was under him?
Jacob clenched the shirt between his lips, obediently remaining silent as he watched his best friend turned boyfriend worship every inch of his body.
“Do you know what else I’ve wondered?” he asked as he trailed a finger down Jacob’s damp stomach, digging his nail into the dark purple hickies he had left behind.
“I wonder what your cum will taste like.”
Jacob gasped when Milo jerked his boxers down, achingly hard cock springing forward to bounce against his belly. Those caramel colored eyes widened in aroused surprise when Milo ran his fingers through the coarse dark hair at the base, dragging the pads of his thumb along the underside. He pressed against the rigid head and watched as Jacob’s hips almost levitated off the bed.
“Are you sensitive, babe?” he taunted, knowing full well just how ticklish Jacob was.
Jacob’s eyes fluttered—at the taunt or the pet name, Milo wasn’t sure—but he seemed to finally have processed that this was real. He nodded mutely.
Milo grinned, dipping his head to lick at the head of Jacob’s cock.
He had never touched another man’s dick before. The salty tang of precum coated his tongue and left a strange aftertaste. He slurped at the flattened head, tongue sliding under the thick tip and teasing at the prominent vein that ran up the shaft.
“Milo, don’t!” Jacob cried, dropping the t-shirt from his mouth. “I’ll come.”
Pointedly, Milo clamped his mouth around Jacob’s cock, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, dragging his lips off the head with a pop.
He licked his lips. “Who said that was a bad thing?”
Milo was not confident in his blowjob skills, but he was confident in his desire to watch Jacob come apart. Ducking his head, he took Jacob’s leaking shaft in his mouth, letting the head hit the back of his throat. It was uncomfortable, but not as much as he would have thought. It was a tame attempt, a blow job with training wheels, but it didn’t seem to matter—Jacob was losing it. His hips were bucking under Milo, and he had to put a hand on his belly to keep him from hurting either of them.
Releasing his cock, Milo inhaled and let the mixture of saliva and Jacob’s pre-cum dribble down his chin.
“How about now? Are you certain of my heterosexuality?”
Jacob was blissed out, on the verge of an orgasm with his pupils blown and coherent thought overpowered by arousal.
He shook his head dumbly. “No, no please just…”
“Please what?” Milo asked as he circled Jacob’s cock with his fingers, loosely pumping his fist up and down. “What happens if you cum in my mouth? Will you believe me then? Will you let me taste your dick whenever I want?”
The bed shook with the violence of Jacob’s nod, his eyes pleading.
“I can taste anywhere I want?”
Another forceful nod, eyes watering with need.
Milo licked a stripe up Jacob’s dick, fingers pressing into his hips to keep him still as he traveled lower.
Jacob’s head popped up when Milo slipped his thighs over his shoulder, realization dawning on him and cutting through the haze of heat clogging his mind.
“Milo that’s…no one has…”
He growled against the inner skin of his thigh, teeth nipping the tender skin. Jacob jerked his leg away, but Milo held onto it, pressing his teeth against the silky flesh.
“You said I could taste anywhere I want, Jacob.” Milo reminded him.
Hours of porn had not really prepared Milo for any of this, but he found that once he was here instinct took over. The desire to taste, touch, and claim Jacob overrode any delicate sensibilities he might have had.
Goosebumps erupted on Jacob’s skin as Milo’s heated breath caressed his sensitive hole. Milo spread those perfect handfuls of ass and nosed against Jacob’s perineum, tongue sliding out to litter kitten licks along the untouched skin there.
Jacob’s legs were tense on his shoulders, clamping down as his entire body vibrated with a combination of nerves and pleasure. When Milo’s tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves Jacob’s back arched, coming off the mattress while he probed and explored. Licking the flat of his rough tongue on the delicate ring, he hummed in desire at Jacob’s honest reactions.
Tongue pressed to the rim of muscle, the sensitive spot Milo knew he would spend the rest of his life learning inside and out, he began stroking Jacob’s cock. Two pumps and Jacob came.
His hot cum splashed against his belly and Milo’s hand, hot and quick. Jacob’s whole body trembled with the effort, cries of pleasure spilling from his mouth like a fountain. His lips were ragged and red from his failed attempts to keep quiet and his eyes were pressed closed so tightly his lashes almost disappeared.
Aftershocks of pleasure had Jacob trembling, his legs tightening on Milo’s shoulders every time he teased the oversensitive hole, alternating his tongue and his hot breath on the damp section of skin.
Blissed out, Jacob stared up at the ceiling. Milo looked at the thick strings of cum on his hand, experimentally he rolled the viscous fluid between his fingers. Jacob’s cum was proof of his desire, proof that Milo could bring him pleasure.
Jacob dropped his near vacant gaze to Milo, pointedly he showed him the cum on his palm before sliding his hands into his pants to palm his own aching erection. The feel of Jacob’s warm cum sliding against his sensitive shaft had Milo embarrassingly close already.
“I don’t know what my sexuality is,” he told Jacob heatedly. “And as long as I get to do that to you every night, I don’t care.”
Jacob blinked a wetness from his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago.
“Not every night,” Jacob answered breathlessly. “Only on nights I’m not doing it to you.”
Milo really loved his new life.
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