Page 43 of More Than a Spark

“You really have to stop picking on Axel. He’s not even here to defend himself.” Cash chuckled and slid his phone out of the back pocket of his white board shorts.

I walked down the hallway, then ducked into Milo’s bedroom, flicked on the ceiling fan light and shut the door. This was going to be a little weird. So much had changed since the last time I’d actually spoken to Dad.

With my lips pursed, I dialed his number.

The phone rang once and clicked. “Hello, Ryder?”

Shit, he’d been worried about me. “Yeah, hi, Dad. I’m still with Milo.” I winced. There was no way to tell him I was staying over without it sounding at least a little weird.

“You are? Man, you two must have really missed each other.” He gave a stuttered chuckle. “When do you think you’ll be home? Should I leave you some leftovers from dinner on a plate you can heat up when you get here? I made lasagna.”

My heart pricked. He’d probably thought I’d be home for dinner, and here I’d been so wrapped up in Milo, I hadn’t thought to check in. “Uh, no. I’m probably staying the night again.” I worried my lower lip. Wheels were turning in his head. I could practically hear him thinking through the phone.

“Oh…okay. I suppose you two are drinking again. I mean, you’re young and it’s Saturday night. What else would you be doing?” He breathed in deeply.

“Yeah, we have a lot of catching up to do.” I looked around the room. What the hell could I tell him? “Milo’s roommates are home and we’re getting a pizza and watching a movie together.” At least it was the truth. “I didn’t want to have to worry about driving home after.” Though, normally I probably would have watched my drinking and gone home. Shit.

“So, see you in morning? Maybe we could go out for breakfast?” he asked.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” An ache wormed its way into my heart. Dad missed me. I needed to spend some time with him. It was one of the big reasons why I’d transferred back down here.

“Okay, son. I’ll see you in the morning then.” He huffed a laugh. “Don’t drink too much.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. See you in the morning.” I pressed my lips together. I felt like a shit. If things were going to continue this way with me spending weekends over here, I had to tell him about me and Milo sooner rather than later.

“See you, bye.”

“Bye.” I hung up the phone and walked out into the main room.

Milo was laughing with Cash, then stopped and looked up at me. “Everything all right?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” I sank in next to Milo and patted his knee. “Dad wants to have breakfast in the morning.” I’d tell him the rest in private about me wanting to come out to Dad.

“Oh, okay.” Milo sipped his cider. “So, pizza should be here any minute.” As he leaned against me, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He rested his head between my neck and shoulder.

“Let’s get this movie started.” Silas hit a button on the remote and the introduction to the movie came on.

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After the movie,I held Milo’s hand as he led me to his bedroom. We’d both had a few drinks during the movie and had cuddled through the whole thing, with Cash and Silas doing the same. It was funny, but being with Milo this way was feeling completely natural, like it was just a progression of our friendship.

Milo entered his bedroom, flicked on the nightstand lamps, then flashed me a coy grin as he dipped the side of his jean shorts, exposing red lace. “Shut the door.”

With my cock waking, I did as I was told. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of his lace. “So…” I stepped to him, our chests touching, and backed him up to the edge of his bed. “What are we doing tonight?” I rested my palms on his cheeks and gazed deeply into his darkened eyes.

He flicked his tongue over his lips, his breath quickening. “What are you ready for?” His gaze darted to my mouth, then back up again.

WhatwasI ready for? That was a loaded question after he’d told me he topped. “How about we play a little bit and see what happens?” I brushed my thumb along his high cheek bone. God, he was gorgeous.

“Yeah, okay.” He opened his shorts and dropped them to the floor, then kicked them off. His hard cock stretched up to his hip, the lace so sheer it was outlined perfectly. He gazed up at me under his brows and bit at his thumbnail. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, holy hell, Milo.” As a shudder raced up my spine, my dick hardened and pulsed in my jeans. This might be too good to be true. I shucked my jeans down and my shirt over my head.

His gaze raked over me from head to toe and he palmed his cock through the lace. “I’m all yours, Ryder.”

I dropped to my knees, my hard dick jutting up between my thighs, and grabbed his hips, my mouth watering. What was it about him being bound up in lace that turned me on so much?Fuck, don’t care. I licked his balls through the panties and sucked one into my mouth as best I could.

Slapping his hands on my head, he freed a deep moan. “Oh, fuck, more.”

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