Page 93 of Stepbrothers with Benefits
Not that I had ever doubted he was attracted to me, and it wasn’t like I desperately craved the ego boost of being found attractive by someone else. Still, I thought someone would have to be emotionally mute not to feel some sort of way with the attention Milo could give. The man had literally come to a sudden stop in the doorway just at the sight of me, naked, rumpled, and not even remotely interesting in the standard sense. All he had needed was the sight of me nude, sipping coffee, and he had been forced to pull his eyes away like a starving man looking at a banquet.
“Doing alright over there?” I asked, with a smile, knowing he was trying to stop himself from staring while wondering if his initial look had been too much. He had a level of insecurity with me that I couldn’t remember seeing him have with anyone else. Sometimes I had to remind myself that it wasn’t because of anything I’d said or done but because...well, it was complicated. There was bound to be insecurity after years of having a big gay crush on me that had gone unnoticed and unreciprocated. Only time, reassurance, and consistency in my affections and attention would eventually get through the thick layers of his skull to make him stop second-guessing everything.
“Me?” he asked, his voice a couple of octaves too high before he hurriedly cleared his throat and grinned. “I’m great. Definitely. Totally normal.”
“I have never heard anyone, not even you, describe yourself as normal.”
“Okay, sure, I’m normal for me, okay?”
“Better, but I’m not sure I believe you.”
“What the fuck...why?”
“Because you were staring at me like the first glass of cold water after a long trek through the desert.”
He blinked and almost looked offended. “And? You put your...everything on display and expect me not to look?”
“I’ve still got crust in my eyes, hair that probably looks like I met the business end of a socket recently, bound to be sheet and pillowcase imprints on my body, dark circles under my eyes, and my dick is softer than...well, I can’t think of anything clever and imaginative, actually. It’s soft.”
He seemed to give that some thought, approaching slowly before stopping to rest on the counter next to me, reaching to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Mmm, and tell me something?—”
Oh, he was waiting until I goaded him to continue. That had to be good. “Tell you what?”
“Well...you know how you like burgers?”
“I think we both know that’s an understatement,” I told him dryly. Burgers were the one food I was so passionately into that I’d not only learned to cook them well, but also beat Milo in terms of the best burgers.
Milo nodded. “Right, well, when you see a burger patty sizzling away on the grill, not quite cooked and not put with anything, not even a bun...do you think ‘that’s not interesting?’ Or do you think it’s just there? Or just a waste?”
“No, that’s a damn fine burger waiting to happ… oh. Alright,” I said with sudden realization. “I don’t know if I should give you hell for using a meat analogy or be impressed you made your point so well.”
“Your soft dick is just a burger that hasn’t been realized yet.”
“Yes, thank you, I caught that on my own, believe it or not.”
“Hey, just making sure.”
“Just so you know, comparing my dick to a burger is not going to get you laid.”
“Blowjob?”
“The only thing I’m blowing right now is this cup of coffee, so it doesn’t burn my tongue.”
“I was thinking more of me blowing you while you drank your coffee.”
I probably wouldn’t have been blamed for taking it as a dirty joke. But with Milo, I knew instinctively that he was absolutely serious. If I gave him permission, he would drop to his knees in a heartbeat and have my dick in his mouth. I’d be lying if I said the thought wasn’t tempting, and I could feel heat stirring in my groin.
Snorting, I set the cup aside and reached to pull him closer. His brow rose, trying to read my body language to gauge why I was touching him. Hooking an arm around his waist, I drew him closer so we were face to face. After a moment’s hesitation, I felt him relax and give me a shy look.
“Hi,” he said nervously.
“Hi,” I said warmly, holding him tight. “I’m happy you want to suck my dick just because you saw it.”
“I...okay, that’s good?”
“It is, very good.”
“But?”
