Page 12 of Learn Your Limits
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m not hanging up. Thought the whole point of this was that I’m keeping you company until you get home,” he says, a light teasing tone lacing his words.
“And now you’re getting dinner out of it. Call it your reward,” I tease back. “Fred’s going to need your address, so you'll be losing me for a bit while I hand him my earphones. There’s nothing other than my promise to not listen to your address. You can give him the general area of your place if that’s more comfortable for you.”
“My reward for what? Being good? Damn, careful, Professor. I could get used to being spoiled,” he says.
“And I could get used to spoiling you,” I whisper, wanting the comment to only be for him. “Now be a good boy and tell me your order before I hand you off to Fred. We’re almost at the drive-thru.”
“Geeze. Yes, Sir. Double cheeseburger with grilled onions, ketchup, and no spread. Protein style. Extra crispy fries and a Dr. Pepper,” Cal replies, and I swear I hear another moan.
“Don’t get carried away, you still need to tell Fred your address, and I don’t want him hearing those moans,” I demand, adding a bit more bite to my tone than normal.
“What’s wrong, Professor? Never learned how to share as a child?”
“Really funny, Cal. Now, give this angel your address so I can feed you tonight.” With that comment, I take out one earbud and grasp it in my hand while passing the other to my driver. After a few seconds, he passes it back to me with a nod and a quick comment about how Cal’s place isn’t far from mine at all. The thought that he’s been nearby for who knows how long exhilarates me.
Adjusting the earbuds back in, I take a moment to just listen to Cal’s breathing on the other end of the phone. It’s almost as if I canhearthe teasing way he bites his lip like in the picture he sent me earlier.
“Cal? You can continue your moaning now.”
Chapter eleven
Reid
As hesitant as I was to set up an account on this app, I’m glad I did. I don’t know how Milo and I have managed to be within each other's orbit this entire time but somehow have never collided until now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him around campus. Then again, when I’m not in class, I’m either with Wes and Matt or have my nose buried in my sketchbook. Not that I have the intention of ever doing anything with the art that I create.
There are a few of my designs that I’d love to get as tattoos, but then I’d have to be willing to let the world see them. And here I was teasing Milo about never learning to share, yet I’m the one with a passion I’d prefer to keep to myself. Not because I fear judgement, but because I don’t need something else in my life that can be taken away.
Continue your moaning now.
Damn, I did sorta moan, didn’t I? Whatever. You can’t dangle my favorite burger joint in my face and expect me not to be salivating over it.
“Moaning isn’t something I can do on command,” I tell him with a gentle laugh. My heart feels like it’s hammering in my chest at the sound of Milo’s voice. The slight accent occasionally attached to his words has heat rising to my cheeks and my cock thickening behind the fabric of my boxer briefs. Especially when it’s in combination with him telling me to “be a good boy” or saying shit like he could get used to spoiling me and telling me to continue moaning.
And don’t even get me started on the way my stomach flips like I’m on a rollercoaster when he calls meMuñeco.Excitement, lust, and a strange sensation I’ve never felt before buzz beneath my skin every damn time.
“Oh, we’ll see about that,Muñeco. We’re getting the food now, and then you can moan as much as you’d like into the phone while you stuff yourself full.”
“Fuck. I didn’t realize eating could be so sexual,” I rasp.
What the hell is this guy doing to me?
I’m half tempted to ask him to stay and hang out with me instead of having his driver drop off food, but I don’t think we’re there yet. Not to mention, I know he just finished working an insanely long day and probably plans on going home and going to bed. While I’ll likely be up for hours, playing this conversation on a loop in my mind and overanalyzing every little thing we said to each other.
There’s no way I’m going to be able to keep this an innocent conversation if he keeps saying things that immediately send my mind into the gutter.
“How do you plan on spending the rest of your night?” I ask him, trying to steer my mind away from the lascivious thoughts and images he seems to provoke.
“With two double cheeseburgers and animal style fries. Maybe a chocolate milkshake. I’ve worked up quite the appetite,and I feel like being bad tonight,” Milo replies, and I can hear a car door opening in the background.
“It’s not bad if you find a way to work it off afterwards,” I tease.
“I’m sure you can help with that,” Milo begins. “Fred, you are a godsend, please enjoy your food and tell my friend I say hello,” he directs at the driver.
“Do you wanna let me go now that you’re home?” When he asked if he could call me through the app, it seemed like he was just looking for some company for the drive. I’m not ready to hang up just yet, but I know he’s exhausted. “I know you’ve had a long day. I wouldn’t wanna keep you up too late.”
“I’m going to settle in while your food gets to you. Cal, I might have been teasing you about the moaning, but I would enjoy it if we were to eat this meal together. You can count it as our first date, if you’d like,” he says.
My heart jolts in my chest at his mention of a date, and the foreign sensation of butterflies taking flight fills my stomach.
