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“It’s not a big deal.”
Colby wrapped his arms around her, crushing the tulle between them. “Don’t diminish yourself. You’re amazing. Everyone loved you.” Colby’s heart fluttered. “I love you.”
Sue stilled and stared at him, her eyes wide and round. Tears swelled up in them. “You do?”
Colby reached up and brushed a tear off her cheek. “I do.”
“Even though?—”
Colby interrupted. “I love you without conditions. Just as you are, no matter what that looks like in the moment.”
CHAPTER 28
MILO
It wasthe perfect thing for Colby to say and Milo yanked him down into a kiss. Two hot hands gripped him and pulled him close, spanning out over his lower back and sliding up to cradle his cheek. An insistent tongue found its way into Milo’s mouth and he met it with fervor.
Milo was going to ruin his makeup. And he didn’t care. He was going to go out there and all of his friends would know what he’d been doing and that only made his stupid dick throb harder.
Colby loved him. Without strings. It was almost hard to believe. The voices in the back of his head scratched at him and tried to tell him that he only meant it for now. That eventually the other shoe would drop. As it had with Neville.
Milo pulled back and rested his forehead against Colby’s shoulder. He didn’t want to doubt Colby, but he couldn’t help it.
“You were incredible up there,” Colby said.
“You really think so?” The question slipped out before Milo could snatch it back.
“We still have about eight of those fifteen minutes left. I could show you.” Colby dragged kisses down Milo’s exposed neck before sinking to his knees. He stared up at Milo as hegathered the tulle, gently and carefully, before lifting it and disappearing underneath.
Milo hadn’t tucked and he’d worn a very special pair of white lace panties underneath his dress. He’d wanted to feel powerful and sexy, and the panties that were hidden away under his costume had added a much-needed secret confidence boost.
More terrifying than his first ever performance on stage had been. The first one, years ago, had been nerve-racking because Milo was scared of everyone hating him. This time it was different—he was worried that he would hate it.
Colby’s mouth brushed against Milo’s cock before enveloping it through the fabric. The moan Colby let out tore through Milo, sending shockwaves through his body, waking him up to how incredibly turned on he was.
It was partly because how could he not be turned on when his gorgeous boyfriend, who loved him, was on his knees for him? The other part was the performance. It had taken until the second verse before Milo stopped being terrified, and his fear had turned to exhilaration.
Colby’s hands slid up the outside of Milo’s legs before hooking into the top of his panties. They were eased out of the way gently. His cock was barely free before Colby’s mouth was on him again.
Milo so desperately hated the dress in that moment because he wanted to see his boyfriend. He wanted to touch him and stroke his hair. He wanted to stare into his eyes. He wanted to know what it looked like when someone who loved him sucked his dick.
Colby loved him. It hit Milo like a freight train. He almost cackled, but it came out as a moan when Colby cradled Milo’s balls in his hand. Deft fingers found their way to Milo’s taint and they pressed there, teasing and tormenting.
Milo reached out and braced a hand on the wall to help keep himself upright.
“Colby, fuck, I’m so close.”
Colby hummed his approval and took Milo deeper. Milo’s hips stuttered as he struggled not to fuck Colby’s face and ruin his throat. Colby, not one to back down from a challenge, pulled Milo closer, took him deeper.
If anyone had asked Milo yesterday if he found it hot when a guy choked on his dick, he’d have said no. He wasn’t into that kind of thing. Then Colby gagged and choked for a second before leaning back and taking a ragged breath. It was all too much for Milo and he came the moment Colby’s mouth was back on him.
Milo’s other hand found Colby’s shoulder under a mass of tulle and he braced himself as he came with jerky movements. Colby stayed buried in Milo’s skirt until he’d drained him dry and tucked his softening cock back into the panties.
Then Colby reappeared, his hair ruined and his face red. His lips were puffy and it was rather obvious that he’d just sucked cock, but his disheveled, debauched look only made Milo preen. He’d done that to Colby.
Colby grinned up at him, all shiny and proud. “Two minutes left before your friends are allowed to bang the door down and haul you out to celebrate.”
Milo didn’t care. He crumpled to the floor and threw his arms around Colby. Capturing his mouth in a kiss, he swept his tongue inside just to hear Colby moan. The taste of himself on Colby’s tongue was divine. It made Milo’s cock want to stir, this salt-tinged proof of love.
