Page 40 of The Jock
“Is there room for two in that shower of yours?”
Colby raked his gaze down Milo’s body. “If there wasn’t, I’d make us fit.”
It was startlingly easy to be around Milo in the morning. Colby located a spare toothbrush and offered it with an apology for not thinking of it the night before. Milo shrugged a shoulder.
“I should’ve come more prepared. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. I was at work telling Randy, my coworker, about you. And it made me want to see you.” Milo sounded almost shy.
Colby gently bumped his shoulder against Milo’s. “I’m glad you wanted to see me. I wanted to see you too.”
The bathroom had one sink so they had to do a sort of dance around each other, taking turns doing sexy things like rinsing and spitting. When they were both minty fresh, Colby leaned down and brushed his mouth against Milo’s, smiling when the shorter man rose up to meet him.
Colby had every intention of keeping his hands to himself because sharing a shower didn’t mean that someone necessarily wanted to be groped, but Milo made quick work of the getting clean part of the shower, then turned and wound his arms around Colby’s waist, tugging him close.
Milo kissed Colby’s stubbled cheek. “How much time do we have?”
Colby groaned at the way Milo moved against him, all heat and fluid grace, undulating his hips, grinding his body against Colby’s.
“I’ll make time.” Colby swept Milo into a kiss, deepening it, driving his tongue inside Milo’s mouth. The shower deadened some of the noises they made, already moaning into each other’s mouths. Greedy hands roamed and caressed, feeding the heat between them.
Milo let out a squeak when Colby dropped to his knees, sliding his hands down Milo’s body as he went eye-level with Milo’s cock. He’d never had his mouth on a man before, buthe’d been on the other end many times. It couldn’t be that hard, right?
Colby leaned in and mouthed the base of Milo’s cock first. He found that he needed to work himself up to the act. Not because he didn’t want to do it, but because he suddenly was keenly aware of how much he did want it.
Milo’s fingers danced along Colby’s scalp, sending little earthquakes through his body.
“You don’t have to,” he said. His voice was barely audible over the spray of the shower. Colby ran his hands up Milo’s legs. Strong, slender, smooth. Milo’s fingers tightened in the strands of Colby’s hair and he moaned, captivated. Captured. Utterly fucking ruined. He almost wanted to reach for his own dick and jerk off with Milo clutching him like that, but he kept his hands on Milo where they belonged.
With his mouth, his tongue, his lips, he worked his way up Milo’s shaft, marveling at how fucking good it was to taste him there. To have access to Milo this way. So vulnerable, but also powerful, looming over him, one hand still tight in Colby’s hair, pulling, making him shudder from time to time as pleasure, hot and sharp, shot through him from his scalp down to his balls, tingling in an unknown and remarkable way.
Milo let out an unholy groan when Colby finally worked his way to the tip of Milo’s cock. He wanted to pull back to get a better look, but more than that, he wanted to taste it. He wanted the weight of it on his tongue. Opening wide, he leaned forward. Sealing his lips over the end, he was careful about his teeth but liberal with the amount of tongue he used. Milo rewarded him with a thrust of his hips, a tug of his hair, and a gentle apology.
“Sorry,” Milo exhaled, brushing a strand of hair off Colby’s face with the fingertips of his free hand. Colby wanted to lean into that random touch. Instead he ran his hands up Milo’s body, indulging in the exploration, the experience.
He’d expected to feel awkward or like he wasn’t good at this, it being his first time with a cock in his mouth, but Milo was generous with praise in the form of noises and moans and little thrusts he couldn’t seem to control.
“Touch yourself, Colby.” Milo pulled Colby’s hair harder, dragging a needy sound out of the depths of Colby’s chest. Out of his very heart. “Touch yourself for me.”
Colby kept his left hand on Milo, keeping that connection, desperate to touch as much of him as he could for as long as he was allowed. With his right he grabbed hold of the base of his dick and gave it a squeeze. He pried his eyes open and looked up at Milo as he started to jerk himself.
The glide wasn’t smooth—water wasn’t the best lube—but it didn’t matter. It was better that way right now. Better that it was rough and slightly uncomfortable. It made it real. If it were too perfect, he might’ve believed he was dreaming. But the ache in his knees and the imperfect glide of his hand over his cock cemented the moment in reality for him.
Colby was on his knees for a man, his scalp ached in a delicious way that he hoped he’d feel later, and he was absolutely, one hundred percent doing it again. Especially with the way Milo looked down at him, his gaze all fiery and sharp, but his mouth was soft, open, panting and puffing out word after word of encouragement.
Milo warned him of his impending orgasm and tried to pull away, but Colby wanted it all. Every drop. He wanted to claw every scrap of this experience into his chest and keep it there. He wanted the taste of Milo in his mouth and that was the thought that had Colby trembling and jerking, spilling all over the bottom of the tub. Above him, Milo made a keening sound and his hips jerked of their own accord. Colby whimpered, and finally Milo came, flooding Colby’s mouth with something tangy and slightly bitter, and not altogether awful, but wholly Milo.
Milo pulled away and rather than Colby standing up, Milo bent over and kissed him, hard and deep, sweeping his tongue into Colby’s mouth. “That was amazing.”
“So are you.” Colby lobbed a compliment back at Milo, meaning every word.
Colby got to his feet and turned the water off. They dried themselves and Milo followed Colby to his room. Colby grabbed a clean set of workout clothes, but motioned to his dresser. “Take your pick.”
Milo dressed himself in a pair of Colby’s sweatpants and a t-shirt. Everything was too big on him, but it made him look cute. Colby liked that it made him look like Milo belonged to him. Which was stupid and he knew it, but so long as he kept his stupidity in his head, it would be okay.
“Breakfast?” Colby watched Milo gather up his discarded clothes, including the pair of pink panties that he’d worn the night before.
Milo noticed him notice the panties and he tucked them protectively into the bundle of clothing, hiding them from view. “You can ask, you know.”
“Ask what?” Colby stopped, startled by the slight frost to Milo’s tone.
