Page 32 of More Than a Spark

He wrinkled his nose. “Oh. Is he the guy in that photo with you hiking in the woods?”

I snapped my brows up. I did go hiking with Tate one time. Damn, I’d forgotten about the photo of us on Instagram. “Yeah, that’s him.”

Milo sipped his margarita, then nodded. “So, how did it go down? You said you were drunk?” He ran his finger along the edge of the stem on his glass.

“Yeah, we’d been hanging out a lot and I guess I started liking him more and more.” I wrinkled my brows. “It’s hard to explain, really. I think he was flirting with me at the bar that night and then we went back to his place to play a video game. But?—”

“But he came on to you and kissed you?” Milo’s gaze darted to mine and his lips bowed down.

“No, I kissed him.” I watched for Milo’s reaction. I could still barely believe what I’d done myself. Where had it even come from?

His lips parted and his brows wrinkled. “You…you kissed him? Why?”

“I wasn’t thinking.” My pulse quickened. Was he upset about this? “B-but then while I was kissing him, I realized that I liked it. It turned me on, and I sort of went for it from there.” I snuck my arm around Milo’s shoulders and leaned in close. “It confused the shit out of me the next day. I sort of freaked out and didn’t talk to him for a while.”

“Like you did to me, and we didn’t even kiss.” He focused on my lips. “But when you kissed me tonight, you were sure.”

“Yes, I was very sure.” I sucked in a quick breath. “Milo, last weekend it hit me, and it took some time for me to process it all. But when I did, it was clear. I have feelings for you that are deeper than just friendship. I think it was always there, it just hadn’t uh…woken up maybe?” Fuck, how the hell was I supposed to explain something like this to a gay guy, a dude who’s known he was gay since…well since I’d met him in fourth grade? I bit my lower lip. “Gabe and Jeremy helped me.”

He lowered his jaw. “So, youhavebeen talking to Gabe and Jeremy this week and not me.” He sucked his drink down from the straw. “Fuck, I knew it.”

“I had to talk to someone who would understand and wasn’t you. And it didn’t feel right to call Tate.” My chest pinched. I hadn’t done anything wrong, had I?

“Yeah, okay.” He gave me a curt nod. “I get it.” His gaze flicked to mine. “What did they tell you about me?”

I leaned back. “You? They said if I wanted you, I should ask you out. So that’s what I did.” I looked him over. “Wasn’t that the right thing for them to say?” Had I gotten his friends in trouble? God, I was no good at this queer dating thing.

Quirking the edge of his mouth, he said, “No, that was the right thing to say. I’m glad they could help you out.” He stirred his drink, tilting his head. “I guess I should thank them when we get home.” He smirked at me.

“Well, good.” My gaze snagged on the server, bringing our food, and I shifted back in my seat.

The server dropped off our meals. “Enjoy.” She walked off.

I unrolled my silverware from my napkin and picked up my fork, then hovered it over Milo’s mac and cheese. “Damn, that looks really good.” My mouth watered. “Can I?”

“No. Let me.” With a wicked grin, he dunked his fork into his food, lifted a forkful up, then blew on it. “Open up.” He held it to my mouth.

I opened, my gaze caught on his, warmth swirling in my chest.

He carefully set the mac and cheese in my mouth. “It’s not too hot, is it?”

“Mm-mmm.” I shook my head. It was perfect. Like him. Like us together this way. We’d always been close. I chewed the creamy, cheesy noodles and swallowed them down. How had I never felt like this with him before? Had it been the physical distance of the last few years that brought it on, or had it been my awakening with Tate? Maybe I’d never know the answer. I had to quit questioning it. “You want some of my fish?” I cut into a flaky, breaded filet, then dunked it in tarter sauce. I knew he liked it that way.

“Yes, please.” He leaned in and opened his mouth.

I fed him the fish, noting how his mouth wrapped around my fork and the dart of his tongue on his lip while he was chewing. A shiver played up my spine. It hadn’t been weird to kiss him earlier, but would it be weird when we tried more than that? “Milo, what do you think we should do when we get back to your place?”

He swallowed his food down and stared at me a moment. “How about we explore and see where things go? If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop.”

My cock woke and in a husky voice, I said, “What if I don’t want to stop?” The blowjob I’d gotten from Tate had been the best one I’d ever had. How much better would it be with Milo? And in his lacy panties? Fuck…I adjusted my swelling dick and willed my pulse to slow.

Milo cocked his head, his eyes growing dark, then flicked his gaze to my groin. “Don’t worry. I know what you need.” With a coy grin, he sank his finger into his mac and cheese, then sucked it into his mouth, licking the melted cheese off slowly, his gaze affixed to mine.

Holy fucking hell. I gaped and my hard cock pulsed in my jeans. Archer had said he was wicked. Apparently, I really got off on wicked.

As he slid his finger out of his mouth, I leaned in and claimed him in a deep kiss, the cheese and sweet tang of the margarita mixing on my tongue.

Slanting his mouth over mine, he glided his tongue between my lips, tangling them for a few heartbeats, then left me. “I’m usually a top, Ryder. Just so you know.”

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