Page 53 of The Jock
Milo slowed his rhythm and eventually stopped. He pressed his forehead into the hot, sweaty skin of Colby’s back and let out a deep, ragged breath.
“Not to sound stupid,” Colby panted, trying to catch his breath. “Is it always like that?”
“Like what?” Milo asked, tenderly trailing his hands over Colby’s body. He was so fucking beautiful. He was gorgeous in a cliché way. The sweet-natured boy next door with the heart of gold and the banging body. The kind of guy that you could only find in a romantic comedy.
“Incredible. Life-changing. I came so hard I thought my heart had stopped for a second.”
Milo pressed a kiss against Colby’s skin. “It’s not always like that.”
He carefully pulled out and took the condom off. Colby climbed out of bed only to grab a shirt from the floor and wipe his hand off. Milo sat there, dazed and shaky, and Colby, ever the perfect boyfriend, sensed his dilemma. He took the condom from him and tossed it in a wastebasket, then tugged Milo into his arms.
Colby’s arms came around him and he rolled Milo onto his back. He didn’t kiss him. Not at first. At first, he simply buried his face in the crook of Milo’s neck and took a few deep breaths. Then he pressed open-mouthed kisses against Milo’s shoulder. His neck. His jaw. The corner of his mouth. And then they were kissing in a slow and dreamy sort of way. The kind of kiss that only happened when desire had been slaked and all that was left was a fuzzy sort of affection seeping out of Milo and into Colby and back again, like a feedback loop of spent lust and satisfaction.
Eventually, the kisses slowed and Colby settled down next to Milo, who snuggled close, burying his face against Colby’s chest like he could hide from him in plain sight. Or maybe it was himself he was hiding from. This was more than casual for Milo, but he didn’t know what to do with those feelings.
Colby wasn’t Neville. Far from. The furthest thing from. But the depth of Milo’s feelings for Colby fucking terrified him. Was it too much too soon? He’d just gotten out of a relationship. But it had been over long before Milo finally had the guts to call it quits. And he was supposed to be reclaiming himself. How could he do that when he was so thoroughly tangled up in Colby? He didn’t think he was strong enough to walk away from him either. Especially not after tonight.
Maybe it would’ve been possible before Colby had taken him home for fire night. Before Milo had sat and talked and felt so at home that his heart nearly broke itself on the way it felt to be accepted. And then Colby had brought him home and given himself to Milo. No questions or assumptions or pressure.
“Milo? You okay?” Colby kissed the top of Milo’s head.
He didn’t have an answer for that question. Because he wasn’t. And he was. And he wasn’t sure what that meant.
“I’m overwhelmed.”
Colby kissed the top of his head again and pulled him closer. Held him tighter. “Me too.”
“You are?” The words fell out of Milo’s mouth simply because he was so wrapped up in how he was feeling that he’d never stopped to consider how Colby felt.
“Yeah, I mean. It was great, unbelievable. Indescribable, even. So much better than anything I’d ever pictured or dreamed. And I guess I wonder what it means, you know?”
Milo nodded, but he had a feeling Colby needed to talk, so he waited for him to gather his thoughts and put them into words. Plus, it gave him an excuse to be quiet and try to wrap his headaround everything that had happened between them since they met.
“Milo, what are we?” Colby sounded small and fragile. Like he held a thread of hope and was terrified of it snapping under the weight of his wishes.
Milo tilted his head back so he could look at Colby.
“What do you want us to be?” Milo answered Colby’s question with a question because he was a coward. Because admitting that he wanted Colby as more than a body that filled a curiosity, as more than a friend with benefits, terrified the shit out of him.
Colby lifted a hand and gently traced the contour of Milo’s cheekbone with his fingertips. “Everything.”
Milo let out a laugh. It was barely a sound. Barely a breath.
“But we can start with boyfriends, if that’s okay?”
Milo wet his lips and made himself look Colby in the eyes. “Okay.”
The smile he received in return for that one little word was blindingly gorgeous. Colby looked at Milo with a sort of happiness that Milo had never seen on his face before. It was like he was filled to the brim with sunshine and it was pouring out of him. And Milo was the reason for it.
Making Colby happy, seeing him like that and knowing he was the cause, soothed some of Milo’s old hurts. He kissed Colby softly because Milo might break apart again at any moment.
But Colby asked no more of him that night. He simply held him close and kissed him from time to time, and eventually they climbed under the covers and lay together in the dark, sharing a silence until they both dropped off to sleep, tangled together.
CHAPTER 23
COLBY
Nash wasn’t there.
