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the question.  I m not stuck at home.
No. He was with me.
I smiled at him, crossed the room and hooked an arm around his waist. I pull
ed, toppling his weight against me as I purposely fell to my bed and shoved
his jacket aside as he, after minimal protest, settled against me, his back
half against my chest, his head just above my shoulder. I slid my fingers ag
ainst his ribs, drawing a small shudder from him. My mouth found his ear and
I let my bottom lip trace his lobe before I moved my mouth to his cheek, my
 kiss lingering there as he closed his eyes and let his weight fall more fir
mly against me.
 I like it here, he said so softly I hardly heard him.
I smiled against his cheek.  Does that mean you re not going to tell me yo
u have to be somewhere else in twenty minutes?
Milo s pink tongue slipped out, touched his top lip. The curve of his smile
was more patient than annoyed as he opened his eyes and turned them in my
direction.  I have plans with Jame tomorrow, if that s your way of asking.
I feigned horror.  He gets a whole day?
 Shut up, Milo responded, and then let his mouth fall on mine. He paused,
seeming surprised by himself. I was used to him being shy. Thanks to him be
ing grounded, I d gone an entire week more than once before the opportunity
arose to even sneak a kiss. When I was able, sometimes it felt like we wer
e starting all over from the beginning. Nervous. Careful. Perfect. And I li
ked the way I could make him blush, the moment he went from uncertain to ex
cited. But this was nice, too, and before he could decide to pull away from
me I moved my tongue between his lips to search for his as I rolled him be
neath me. I let my weight fall over him, my thigh pressing between his. His
hands moved to my hair, fingers catching enough to remind me that I really
did need a haircut soon, but Milo seemed to like the leverage it gave him,
pulling my mouth back to his when it ventured lower, over his neck.
My eyes fell closed, my tongue moving against his. I nipped at his lips, nuzz
led at his nose with mine and heard him sigh as I slid my hand around his wai
st, urging his hips to lift against mine.
 Door locked? Milo murmured, his voice strained as I pulled away from him,
lifting the hem of his shirt over his chest.
I didn t respond as my eyes followed my fingers over inch after inch of smo
oth skin until my thumb moved lightly over his dark nipple, then followed i
t with my mouth, causing a small bead to form beneath my tongue as his hand
s moved over my shoulders, his hips lifting from the bed, pressing the risi
ng bulge beneath his pants against my thigh. Milo gasped, door forgotten wh
en I cupped him through his jeans, my palm sliding over the length of him u
ntil my fingers found the button holding his pants together and I unhooked
it. He arched, searching for more attention there, but my hands moved highe
r, gripping his shirt and guiding it over his head while he sat up, and the
n caught my mouth with his. I moved an arm over his bare back, hauling his
chest against mine. He slid his fingers over my torso, gripping at me as my
hands came to the hem of his jeans and lowered them over his hips, his box
ers caught in the descent until his thighs, still parted around mine, stopp
ed them.
Milo s fingers fumbled with my belt, but didn t manage to pull the leather o
ut of the first loop before I allowed my gaze to drift down his bare chest t
o the thin trail of hair beneath his belly button that led down to his expos
ed cock, thick and ready where it stood, angled upwards. I moved my palm ove
r the head of it, squeezed gently, causing his back to arch, his member pres
sing firmly against my hand.
I moved my mouth back to his, tongue entering and swirling pointedly again
st his as I moved my fingers over his shaft, around him, down his length t
o cup his balls before I made my exploration upwards again, my grip growin
g firm around velvet as I found a pace that had his fingers digging into m
y ribs and his hips bucking towards mine.
My hand on his back moved lower, fingers spreading to cup the smoothness of
his rounded ass, pressing him closer before they slid hesitantly into his
cleft, tracing him to his balls while I caught his soft moan against my ton
gue. I could feel myself shaking, my jeans hurting my dick where it was res
trained as I pressed the spot that made him jump, soft, sensitive skin behi
nd his balls, before my fingers moved upwards to rest curiously against puc
kered skin. He squirmed against me, his cock eager for the friction of my h
and while he pressed shyly away from where my fingers explored his ass. He
pulled his mouth from mine, his hot breath touching my ear in heavy, even p
ants. I could feel his mouth open against my neck, his voice uttering nothi
ng more than a moan when I slid my finger over his hole, and then a safer d
istance away to cup his left cheek, pulling his hips towards me and setting
him off balance until his back fell against my mattress, his jeans tangled
around his knees.
He looked up at me through heavy lashes, his lips puffy from my attention.
His hands once again reached for my belt, and I moved to help him with it,
only long enough to release my jeans, removing the pressure from my cock. M
y fingers moved quickly back to his pants, pulling them down his knees, but
too inpatient to pull his shoes from his feet I left them around his ankle
s and dropped my mouth over the firmness of his stomach, dipping my tongue
mildly into his small, round belly button. He arched his hips, said my name
, his voice husky in a way that made my cock twitch. I let my mouth slide l
ower, over the thin trail that guided me until my nose touched the head of
his erection. I breathed him in, eyes closing as I licked him there, down h
is smooth shaft slowly, and kissed my way back up while my hands moved to h
is hips, sliding beneath. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass as I closed my mo
uth over his cock, knowing better than to go too far but testing his reacti
on as I moved my tongue against the head.
Milo s hands moved back to my hair, his grip tight in a way that encourage
d me to continue as I moved my mouth to taste the crease between his thigh
s, the sensitive place just below his stomach and back to where he was har
d. He released another sound when I squeezed his ass, my fingers wanting t
o explore again as I massaged his cheeks, moving deeper into his cleft unt
il I touched his hole, careful, gently. I circled the tight ring, pressed
gently as I took the head of his cock back into my mouth. He said my name.
I loved it when he did that. My scalp burned where he gripped at my hair,
holding without pushing, and I tasted him against my tongue as his back a
rched and he shook beneath me. I m not sure he was finished before he was
pulling me upwards, my cock, tenting my boxers just outside my jeans slidi
ng up his body, resting firmly against his hip as my lips touched his chin
, then his lips as they searched for mine. I kissed him back when his tong
ue found my mouth, held him to me, feeling his small trembles and enjoying
each small moan when I pressed my thigh against his softening cock. He tu
rned his head, his breath warming my head as his fingers moved, hooking my
jeans, pushing them over my hips.
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