THE NEXT morning Milo dozed in bed like a contented cat while Kaz showered. At first Milo was tempted to join him, but he wasn’t sure he had another orgasm left in him. He was utterly spent—all languid limbs and lazy bones.
Since losing his virginity at the tender age of fourteen, sex was never a sprint for Milo. He had learned to savor the foreplay as much as the main event. But with Kaz? Sex was a fucking marathon, pun intended.
He lost count of how many times he came and in how many positions. As soon as he thought they were done for the night, Kaz shifted him into another sexual act straight out of the Kama Sutra. The guy was an insatiable machine.
Milo had never been so thoroughly used in his life. Yet a part of him was ready and willing to go another round… well, maybe in a couple of hours. He was sore in places and had pulled muscles he’d forgotten his body possessed.
“How can you be upright right now?” he mumbled as soon as he heard Kaz’s confident steps into the room.
“By sheer force of will,” came the reply in the masculine voice that sent shivers all over Milo’s body. “If I didn’t have to make sure Haruhiko left the country today, I would be in that bed thinking of more ways to make you scream my name.”
“There’s more?” Milo rolled onto his stomach and stretched. “I honestly think you broke my cock last night, not to mention my ass.”
Then Milo opened his eyes and groaned, feeling what should have been his broken dick stir back to life.
“How the hell do you make putting on cufflinks look so damn sexy?” Milo asked.
He rested his cheek on a fist and openly stared at Kaz, already mostly dressed. All that was left was his tie and jacket.
Kaz smirked, but it quickly disappeared the instant he turned to fully face Milo. An all-too-familiar heat returned in those blue depths.
“I like seeing you this way,” he said.
“Which way?” Milo shifted to his side and ran his hand down his torso, stopping right at his hip.
“Soft from sex and smelling like me.”
Tempted to wrap a hand around his already fully aroused cock, Milo pushed to his feet instead. He crossed the room and picked up Kaz’s tie along the way, aware that Kaz’s eyes were on him the entire time. When he was standing right in front of Kaz, he lifted his collar and swung the tie over his broad shoulders.
With a grin, Milo said, “I wonder which is faster? You making me come with your hands or me tying this around your neck?” He gave the expensive blue silk a tug.
“Challenge accepted.” Kaz wrapped his hand around Milo’s penis and began pumping from root to tip, making sure to apply pressure at the base.
Milo bit his lip to keep the moan in. It was insane to start the game when his legs barely supported his weight, the muscles having turned to jelly hours ago. Oh, but what a great game it was.
KAZ LEFT Milo a useless lump—the loser of the necktie challenge—and Milo spent the rest of the morning in bed, taking the longest nap in history. The next time he opened his eyes, the sunlight slanting into his bedroom was orange, and his stomach growled in protest. All that sex burned its fair share of calories.
Still half-asleep, basking in the afterglow, Milo shrugged on a robe and padded his way to the kitchen. There had to be some leftovers in the fridge. He certainly didn’t have the strength to wait around for delivery.
The second he rounded the corner—rubbing the last sleep from his eyes—he found several Chinese takeout boxes on the counter and Tommy barefoot. The simple shirt hugged his biceps, and his distressed jeans emphasized his long legs.
“I thought you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow,” Milo said.
What he should have said was “Thank you for saving my ass from starvation.” But Tommy’s presence in their apartment was certainly a bigger surprise.
“From the looks of things, you and that Japanese guy finally fucked,” said Tommy, a smirk on his sexy lips.
“Will you ever call him by his first name?” Milo rolled his eyes, took a spring roll, and stuffed the entire thing into his mouth. It was hot, but he didn’t care. The hunger won.
“Not when he’s with the man I love.”
Milo coughed into a fist, choking on the remnants of the roll. He swallowed several times and cleared his throat before he could find the voice to speak again.
“Tommy.” Milo sighed. “I thought we were already through this.”
“Clearly, we’re not.”
Apparently, it was possible to lose one’s appetite despite being half dead with hunger. Milo stepped away from the counter and tugged the robe tighter around his body until he was crossing his arms.
“What do you want from me?” Milo asked.
“I already told you what I want.” Tommy raked his fingers through his hair. Then he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. Once the breath was spent, he said, “It’s obvious you have feelings for him. It’s also obvious that I have feelings for you.”
“Do you want me to move out?”
“Where the hell did that question come from?”
The confusion on Tommy’s face took Milo aback. “If my being with Kaz is painful for you, then I’m willing to move out. I can probably stay at my mom’s townhouse for a while until I find a place.”
“And risk running into your dad?” He snorted. “What do you think I am? Some kind of monster to put you through that?”
“Then what do you want me to do? Because, if things are going to continue this way, then I don’t think I can deal.” Milo ran his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair. “Look, the last thing I want is to lose you as my friend.”
Tommy rounded the counter and pulled Milo into his arms. The instinct to protest—considering Milo was naked under the robe—was strong. But for the sake of loyalty, he willed himself to relax instead.
“I don’t want you to move out,” Tommy whispered into his ear. “I love you as a friend too. And right now, that’s more important.” He stepped back and held Milo at arm’s length. “But know that the second Kaz makes a mistake, I’m stepping in and I’m not letting go.”
When Tommy finally used Kaz’s name, it drove the point home for Milo. He also couldn’t ignore the sincerity in those jade-green eyes. Making a joke didn’t seem appropriate in that moment, so Milo pressed his lips together.
But after another second of silence, it seemed Milo didn’t have to worry about making a joke to lighten the mood.
“Looks like you lost ten pounds since last I saw you.” Tommy returned to the counter. “Good thing I brought home provisions or that guy would have fucked you to death. Who’s sweet now?”
Rolling his eyes again, Milo plopped down on one of the stools and eagerly reached for the sweet and sour pork.
A part of him felt bad that Tommy was suffering from unrequited love, but another part of him—the more selfish part—was secretly happy that their friendship remained intact. Moving out was definitely an option, as much as he hated to do it, but thank God Tommy stopped him. He had nowhere else to go.
Halfway through their meal, a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Tommy pushed off the stool and padded his way down the hall. Milo couldn’t care less who was at the door in that moment. He was too busy stuffing his mouth with chow mein.
A minute later, Tommy returned with a crystal vase full of calla lilies. Milo recognized the flowers immediately. His cheeks warmed.
“Looks like someone did well last night,” Tommy teased, sliding the vase onto the counter.
“Shut up!” Yet it took all of Milo’s control not to hunt for the card that he knew surely came with the flowers.
Tommy beat him to it and plucked the small white envelope from a holder tucked into the bouquet. Milo jumped off the stool and snatched the note before his friend could so much as lift the flap. He turned around and slid the card out.
The warmth in his cheeks intensified to a burn that he felt all over his body.
“Come on,” Tommy said. “What does it say?”
On the card with a simple gold border scrolled the words: To be continued.
The thoughts that assailed Milo then almost brought him to his knees. His heart leaped. He would count down the seconds with every beat until he could see Kaz again and be in his arms once more.