Page 39 of The Jock
“Beer and sweat.” Milo laughed.
“Nah. Well, maybe. But you’re in there too.” Colby groaned and drew Milo in closer yet. Two meaty hands cupped his ass and Milo let out a whimper as Colby went back to kissing his neck. More flutters erupted under Milo’s skin and he trembled in Colby’s arms.
Colby made a sound and pulled away. “Get undressed and get in my bed, Milo.”
Any thoughts of showering were gone when he watched Colby climb back into bed, taking the right side, leaving the left side open for him. Milo didn’t want to read too much into things, but Milo always slept on the left side of the bed. He bit back an amused sound and flicked his pants open.
Colby propped himself up on his elbow and watched Milo shove his pants down and yank them off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Like Colby, Milo left his underwear on, but unlike Colby, his were a soft pink pair of panties. His dick had made a damp spot on the front of them, and even if Milo couldn’t see it in the dim light, he could feel it.
He slid into bed next to Colby and smiled up at him when Colby rolled over, tossing a leg over Milo, pinning him underneath his wider frame. Milo’s eyes fluttered shut and he let them, because Colby was too stunning in the dim light. His body fit too perfectly over top of Milo, like he’d been built for this exact reason.
Milo trailed his hands up Colby’s sides, smiling when he flinched as Milo came to his ribs.
“Ticklish?”
Soft laughter huffed against Milo’s neck. “Why, are you going to torture me?”
Milo tilted his head, allowing Colby more room to explore the curves and planes of his skin. The taste of work and lust and beer all mingled together still lingered on Colby’s tongue when he brought his mouth down over Milo’s. It was a heady combination, this whole kissing the taste of himself off Colby’s tongue in the almost dark at an indecent time of the morning. Rousing him from sleep to slake his own thirst as if Colby didn’t have a job or other things to worry about and was at Milo’s disposal. It probably wasn’t fair of Milo, but Colby could have said no.
But he hadn’t.
He hadn’t and now Milo was here with Colby on top of him, rutting against him, kissing him as though his life depended on it. Touching him like he was important and worthy, and a bunch of other things Milo wasn’t used to feeling.
There was a pause in their activities while Colby grabbed the lube and freed both their cocks. “Another night, I want to take my time with you,” Colby whispered as he wrapped his lubed-up hand around both of their cocks. “Another night I want to explore every inch of you.”
Milo arched up as Colby started to stroke. Long slow drags of wet skin on wet skin that set Milo on fire. He gripped the bedsheets in both hands to keep himself from…he didn’t know what. Falling off the planet maybe? Flying into the stratosphere when Colby continued to stroke them?
“What else?” Milo managed to ask, his voice a weak and thready thing, not lost to lust, but consumed by it. Stolen by the sheer weight of need that thrummed in him, steady and strong, rising like a tide. “What else, Colby?”
“I’d make you beg. I’d stretch you open, finger by finger and I’d make you beg for my cock. I’d make you squirm until youcouldn’t move. And then…” Colby went silent. “Milo, look at me.”
Milo opened his eyes and watched Colby as he stared down at him. Colby leaned forward, closing some of the distance between them. In the low light, Milo could just make out his features. The parting of his lips. The softness of his eyes. The way his chest heaved.
“Or maybe I’ll let you stretch me open. Maybe I’ll work myself open on your fingers, stretch my ass nice and wide for you.”
Milo’s hands released the bedding and he reached for Colby, clinging to his arms, his back, anywhere he could reach. He let his hips thrust, let himself go crazy fucking himself in the channel of Colby’s hand. Cock sliding against cock. Milo was leaking and throbbing, and so fucking ready to come. It was right there, a boulder teetering on the edge.
Colby erupted first. His body tensed and his hand flew faster and faster. In the quiet of the night, all Milo could hear were their erratic breaths and the slap of skin on skin, the squelch of lube and the eventual sigh of relief when they were both wrung out and weary.
Colby eased down next to Milo and they spent the next eternity kissing. Slow and lazy, not caring that they were both a fucking mess of cum and lube and sweat.
“Stay the night? You can sleep in, shower whenever you want. Steal my sweats. I don’t care.” Colby stopped talking long enough to kiss Milo gently on the corner of the mouth. He trailed a finger down Milo’s cheek like he was memorizing him. “Just don’t leave, okay?”
“Okay.” Truthfully, Milo couldn’t have dragged himself out of there. Not even when Colby climbed out of bed, disrupting the perfect afterglow, long enough to do practical shit like get a cloth to wash the stickiness off their skin. Colby came back to bed andwrapped himself around Milo, and if you’d asked him the next morning, he absolutely did not fall asleep mid-kiss.
CHAPTER 17
COLBY
Wakingup next to Milo was definitely something Colby could get used to. He’d allowed himself to admire Milo for a few minutes. He looked different when he slept. Softer. Less troubled. Colby tried to wriggle his way out of bed without disturbing him, but Milo’s eyes blinked open and he tossed Colby a shy smile.
“Where are you going?”
“I have work. I need to shower. You can sleep.” Colby didn’t know what possessed him to do it, other than the fact that he wanted to, but he leaned down and kissed Milo’s forehead.
Milo propped himself up on his elbow and watched Colby slip out of bed. After they’d gotten off in the middle of the night, they’d ditched their underwear and curled together like proper lovers, trading lazy kisses until sleep took them both. It was honestly the best night Colby had in a long time.
And he knew he looked good naked, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t slightly nervous all of the sudden, finding himself the center of Milo’s attention. Then Milo flung the covers back and climbed out of bed.
