Page 63 of Learn Your Limits
Milo:And missing you.
A smile curves at the corner of my lips as he confirms my thoughts. I want to continue talking to him, but this almost feels wrong. I should be there with him, not texting him as if we’re still a secret that needs to be kept.
The time we’ve managed to spend together when he stops in at the coffee shop hasn’t been nearly enough. We spent months having to sneak around and fight to make things work, only to be taking things slow now that there’s nothing holding us back.
Me:I miss you too.
Me:I wish I could be there with you.
My thumbs tap the sides of my phone as I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting it as I contemplate whether or not to try and take our conversation in a new direction.
Me:But if I was… I don’t think we’d be doing much relaxing.
My heart jolts in my chest, heat zipping down my spine when his next message comes through.
Milo:I don’t know about that. I’m sure I could make it relaxing for you.
As much as I love lounging around and being lazy with Milo, that’s not the direction my mind is taking. I miss him. My heart and soul feel incomplete without him, and there’s a deep ache in my body that only he can mend.
Me:Oh yeah? And how exactly would you do that?
Milo:I can think of a few ways… But you’ll just have to let me surprise you.
A small laugh escapes me as he throws my words about surprising him back at me.
Me:It’s been way too long for you to be teasing me, Milo.
Milo:Feeling needy, baby?
Milo:Do you need Daddy to make it better?
My head drops back against the pillow on a groan, clenching my phone in my hand. I haven’t had the desire to get myself off since Milo and I have been apart, but arousal pools low in my stomach at his words.
Me:I always need you.
Me:Would you… be up to a little fun over the phone?
A few minutes pass before I start to think Milo isn’t going to respond. Maybe he fell asleep on me or got up to go do something. With a sigh, I toss my phone down on the bed beside me and reach for my sketchbook. I’ve been working on another drawing of Milo. I had hoped to have it finished in time to give it to him for Christmas, but… well, that didn’t happen.
Not that I need a reason to give him something, and honestly, I’m not sure what he’ll think of this one. The idea has been stuck in my head ever since he offered to pose nude for me during our vacation at the cabin. While I would much rather be drawing him as he lies before me, drawing him from memory alone certainly isn’t a burden.
I only get a few lines added to the piece before my phone starts to vibrate consistently. My eyes snap to it, a smile spreading across my face when I see Milo’s name flash across my screen with an incoming video call.
“Hey,” I say, chuckling nervously as I slip one of my Bluetooth headphones in. If this is going where I hope it is, I don’t want to risk my roommates hearing Milo. “I was starting to think you had fallen asleep on me.”
"I'm not that much of an old man to be falling asleep this early," he quips, leaning back against the headboard of his bed.
I shift against my pillows, moving down a little lower to get into a more comfortable position.Fuck, why am I suddenly nervous?
“I’ve never once called you that. But I do know we’re both tired, and I wouldn’t blame you if you weren’t up—”
“Reid.” The sharp tone of his voice cuts me off as my eyes flick to his through the screen. "Turn your mind off and let me help you relax."
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and will my mind to settle. Milo has seen and touched every inch of my body, and yet somehow, this feels entirely new. Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile since we’ve been intimate in any way. Maybe it’s because even when we were together, we never didthisover the phone. Not really. We sent photos and the occasional video, but never like this.
My teeth graze over my lower lip. “Tell me what to do,” I murmur, tilting my phone until he can see my bare torso and my cock straining against the fabric of my joggers. Finding the right camera angle that allows him to see me and for me to still see him on the screen takes a little bit of trial and error.
I drag my fingers along the waistband of my joggers, teasing Milo with the view as I wait for his instruction.
