Page 33 of More Than a Spark

“A, a what?” My heart somersaulted. Shit, I knew what that meant. I wasn’t stupid. But Milo? A top? “Uh, b-but you give head, right?” Wait, he topped? In lacy panties? That could be hot as fuck. I might faint.

Tonguing the corner of his mouth, he smirked at me. “Of course I give head. Sucking cock is one of my favorite pastimes.” With a soft chuckle, he faced his food. “Anyways, let’s eat up, so we can get on with things.” He glanced at me. “I think we’ve talked enough for now. Don’t you?” He stuck his fork into his mac and cheese, then ate a bite.

I dug into my fish. I couldn’t eat it fast enough. This was a side of my sweet little Milo I had no idea existed. And Ilikedit.

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During the restof our dinner, we’d moved on and talked about our week, each of us obviously anticipating what would come next. After getting back to his place, he unlocked the door and we strolled inside, hand in hand.

Gabe was lying on the black leather couch, his legs draped over Jeremy’s lap. “Oh, hey guys. How was dinner?” He sat up.

“It was good.” Milo dragged me toward the hallway to his bedroom. “We have things to do, so…”

With a glance at Jeremy, Gabe arched a brow. “Oh, okay. I’ll turn the TV volume up.”

Shaking his head, Jeremy said, “How thinarethe walls in this place?”

“Don’t know and don’t want to find out.” Gabe leaned over the coffee table, grabbed the remote and adjusted the volume on the TV.

I ambled behind Milo into his bedroom as he flicked on the nightstand lamp next to his oak bed. He still had the old dresser and bedding from when he’d been in high school. I ran my gaze over the rest of the bedroom, the matching oak dresser and black desk with two large monitors on it and an electronic drawing tablet centering them. The walls around the room held poster-sized images of his artwork and a few of them I hadn’t seen. “Shit, when did you do that?” I pointed at an image of a beautiful man sitting in front of a moon, wearing an ornate tunic and leggings, his long red hair winding up around the globe and shimmering.

He twisted his lips. “I don’t know, last year?” He pulled me to his bed and backed up onto it.

“You seriously need to get a job with a gaming company.” I crawled over him on his bed and lowered myself down, the heat of his swelling cock matching mine through our jeans. I propped myself on my elbows and curled my forearms around his head, taking him in, his vibrant green eyes and thick lashes, the pout of his red lips. “God, Milo, you’re so stunning.”

“Thank you.” His gaze darted over my face. “I’ve always thought you were stunning, Ryder.” He glanced toward the poster, then came back. “I uh, I filled out a job application for AllAction this week. They’re looking for new college grads, so…”

“Yeah? That’s great. Maybe you’ll hear from them.” I kissed the tip of his nose. He deserved to have his artwork showcased where people would appreciate it.

“Yeah, we’ll see. So far, I’ve heard nothing.” He lifted his head to plant a kiss on my lips. “Let’s not talk about it now.” He skimmed his hands down my back and cupped my ass, then squeezed. “Fuck, I’ve wondered how your ass would feel in my hands.”

I blinked. “You have?” I shouldn’t be surprised, hewasgay. But he’d had those thoughts about me?

“Yeah. You have a nice ass.” He rumbled out a low chuckle. “Of course I wondered that.” He rocked his hips, pressing our dicks together and arched his head back. “Fuck…”

A shock of pleasure raced through me, and I focused on his mouth. “Can I kiss you again?”

Grabbing the back of my head and with a slow smirk, he pulled me down and crushed his mouth with mine, then slipped his tongue between my lips. He ground on me, squeezing my ass, and thrusting up, then let out a low moan.

Oh fuck, I was a goner. I lost myself in the feel of his smaller, but still hard body below me, the sweet and musky scent of him, the way his hips moved in a delicious motion against my aching cock. He knew what he was doing.

He slipped his hands under my jeans and briefs and grabbed the globes of my ass, pressing insistent kisses to my lips.

We ground on each other, kissing with abandon, tongues tangling, fighting for breath, for a good few minutes. Shudders darted over my body with the pressure and friction on my dick and more than once, my cock pulsed and leaked precum into my underwear. The rocking of my hips became urgent and harsher. I broke the kisses and slowed down, brushing his bangs off his forehead. “Milo, if we keep this up, um…” I raked my teeth over my lower lip. “I-I don’t want to come in my jeans.”

A wicked grin crept over his lips. “Yeah? Then should we take them off, or are you ready to take everything off?” He cupped my cheek and skimmed his thumb over it, his grin waning. “I don’t want to push you, push us, into something we’re not ready for.”

“Let’s take everything off, except for your lacy underwear.” That, I had to see on him. It might make me blow my load just seeing it, but I had to. I rolled to the side and shimmied my jeans and underwear off, then lifted my shirt over my head and threw it all to the floor. I sat up, naked on his bed, my dick thrusting up between my thighs. I didn’t think I could get any harder.

He climbed off the bed and undressed, leaving his pink lace underwear on, his thick, hard cock barely fitted inside them as it reached up to his hip bone. Tilting his head, he bit the nail on his index finger and ran his gaze over me from head to toe. “You’re even hotter than I’d imagined.”

He imagined me naked? A shiver played over my spine and my dick twitched.

Turning to the side, he exposed a well-rounded, bare, ass cheek.

Thongs. Holy fuck, he’s wearing lacy thongs. My breath caught as sensation sparked up from the base of my cock and I fisted the tip and squeezed. Yep, I almost came from looking at him. In a ragged voice, I said, “Fuck, Milo, do you have any idea how much that turns me on?”

Raising the edge of his mouth, he nodded. “Judging by the hold you have on your dick, yeah, I think I do.” Keeping his darkened gaze affixed to mine, he crawled onto the bed and straddled me, his knees at my hips, then sat in my lap and spread his legs wide so his lace-covered balls rested against my throbbing cock. Skimming his hand up my chest, he stopped at a nipple and teased it into a hard nub, then bent down to lick and suck on my neck. Little whimpers freed from him, and he rolled his hips, rubbing his balls on my shaft and his dick on my stomach.

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