Page 61 of More Than a Spark

An intense surge of pleasure mounted in my dick, and I fell over the edge, surrendering to harsh contractions as my cock spurted cum into his hole, filling him. I whimpered and gasped, gripping Milo’s hair on his pillow as the best orgasm of my life ripped out of me. As it slowed, I fought for air and fell over him. “Holy shit.”

He held me tightly and kissed the side of my head. “That was the best, Ryder.”

“The best is an understatement. I can’t even think straight right now.” I nuzzled his neck and relaxed over him. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay here forever with him, just like this. God the things he made me think about. What had he done to me? “Milo, you have no idea the shit that goes through my head when I’m with you.” I chuckled.

“Yeah? Well then why don’t you tell me some of it.” He swirled his fingers over my back.

“No, it’s stupid.” I hid my face in his neck, a silly grin curling my lips. Why had I even brought it up? Probably because all my blood was still in my dick and my brain was starved of oxygen.

“Ryder, you have to tell me now.” He pushed on my shoulders and peeked down. “Ryder. It’s not nice to say that and not tell me.” He slapped my ass, a cracking sound filling room.

“Ow, shit.” I hefted myself onto my elbows, rubbed my stinging ass, then locked my gaze to his. “Okay, you’re in for it now.” With a soft snort, I brushed a curl off his forehead.

“Tell me.” He pursed his lips.

As my cock slipped out of him, I dipped my head and chuckled. “I was thinking about how I wanted to stay with you like this forever, okay?” I shifted my hips. “Too late now though.”

With a giggle, he covered his mouth with his hand. “So, we’d have to have people bring us water and food while we’re fucking? Is that what you mean?”

“Yeah, smart ass. And someday they’d have to bury us like this after we died.” I shook my head, my lips quirking. “Let’s just forget I said anything.”

“I don’t want to think about either of us dying.” He placed his warm hand on my cheek, directing my gaze to his. With his cheeks flushing, he said, “But you saying you want to stay with me forever is…” He rolled his lips. “I like it. It makes me feel good.” His eyes widened. “I feel the same way about you.”

I fixated on him, the plump pout of his lips, the way the light lit up the flecks of green in his eyes. Could I tell him now? My heart thumped in my ears. He’d liked me for a long time, but did that mean he was in love with me? “Milo? I’m falling for you. You know that, right?” I could at least tell him that.

“I, I hope so. I’m falling for you, too.” His breath caught and he looked away, sneaking his lower lip between his teeth.

“Hey, look at me.” I cupped his cheek and guided him back. Was he still not sure if I was going to change my mind about us? “There is nohoping.It’s a done deal. You have me. And I sure as hell want all of you.”

His eyes grew glassy. “You have all of me. It’s a done deal for me, too.” The side of his mouth curled. “Now, let’s clean up. Bareback is a little messy and you dropped one hell of a load.”

“Oh my God.” With a laugh and my shoulders shaking, I hung my head for a beat. “Way to kill the mood, Milo.” So, this is what loving your best friend was like. We could go from being romantic to teasing each other in a few seconds.

“Sorry, but, you know.” He wiggled his hips, then pulled my head down for a quick kiss. “Come on, let’s clean up.”

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The next day,after morning showers including the best blow job of my life, I made bacon and eggs for breakfast with help from Jeremy. I really liked hanging out with him. We had a similar mindset on a lot of things. “So, we should hit the gym together sometime.” I cracked an egg into the frying pan.

“Definitely. I need a good spotter and you look like you could handle the amount of weight I use.” Bumping me with his shoulder, he turned bacon over in his pan.

Gabe and Milo sat on the couch, watching a news program. Milo picked up his phone and gazed into it, then pressed his lips together and tapped on the screen.

Milo wasn’t getting a text from Archer or one of his other old hookups, was he? I flipped the two eggs in the pan. “Hey, who’s texting you?”

Milo stood up and strode to me. “Your dad.” He poked me in the side. “He told me to make you call your mom.”

“What?” I huffed. “Now he’s on your ass about it?” I scooped the fried eggs out of the pan and added them to the others on a plate.

“I promised him you’d do it today. So after breakfast, we’re calling her. Together.” Milo lifted his chin and added an egg and bacon to a plate, along with two slices of toasted and buttered bread.

“Dude, what’s this about your mom?” Jeremy put the rest of the bacon he’d cooked on a plate, then shut off the burner. “Are you supposed to come out to her today?”

“No. Hell no.” I plated my own food, then walked to the dinette, and sat down next to Milo. “I haven’t told her I moved back home yet.” I stared at my food, no longer hungry. Fuck, this was going to be awkward.

Gabe grabbed a plate of food and walked with Jeremy to the table while Silas and Cash ambled out of the hallway from the bedrooms. “Smells good. Is there enough for us?”

“Of course, grab yourselves a plate and dig in.” I cut into my egg and stuffed it into my mouth.

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