Cloudless days of clear blue skies
Tears of joy are in my eyes
Watching you laugh and sing
Knowing you’re my everything
I want you
Skies are grey and dark with rain
Still my love I can’t complain
My body sings when you’re with me
What a wonder life can be
I need you
You don’t have to understand
Or say it back at my command
All I want is you my dear
Beside me here from each year to year
I love you.
—Shattered Glass, “Clearing,” Love Songs
* * * *
“I can’t believe we’re finally home,” Liam said as he released Minor and Major from their carriers. “How do you think our jet-setting cats will react to being housebound for the next six months?”
“I don’t know, baby, but you better run because I’m going to christen every room in this fucking house,” Milo said as he slapped Liam’s jeans-clad ass. “Let them find their own recreation.”
Liam ran up the stairs and Milo followed. The oversized four-poster bed in the master suite, covered in a thick down comforter made from blue Egyptian cotton, stood ready to welcome them home for the first time in six months. The band played sixty tour dates and spent the time in between either traveling by plane or tour bus. They found it grueling, but it was finally over. Liam figured that they had at least a couple of weeks before they needed to start work on the new album. It was early spring, and Milo spent the later part of the tour calling landscapers and reading seed catalogs.
By the time Milo made it up the stairs, Liam was already undressed, lying amid the pillows, naked and waiting. It didn’t take more than two minutes for Milo to join him.
“You tired, love?” Milo asked.
“No, horny. So get your beautiful bare ass over here to take care of business,” Liam replied.
“Demanding little bastard, aren’t you?”
“And you love every minute of it.”
Milo slid under the sheets and pulled Liam close.
“I missed this,” Liam said, “having you to myself. On the road, you were so busy. It seemed we had a stopwatch regulating our time together. Now that Sam has passed the bar and opened his agency, it won’t be that bad anymore, will it?”
“I can’t say. I still have to take care of the day-to-day problems on tour and in the studio.”
“But we’ll have more time together, won’t we?”
“We’ll try. Come here. I want to touch you. You are not the only one who missed making love at leisure.”
Milo traced his hand down the curve from Liam’s chest to his ass. “I love the texture of your skin, the way your nipples nub under your shirt whenever I’m near you.” Milo lowered his head and sucked first one, then the other.
“Oh no you don’t; not this time,” Liam protested. “This time, I’m in charge.”
In a move he knew would drive his lover wild, he ran his tongue over the shell of Milo’s ear and worried his teeth over the lobe. Continuing down his jaw line, he placed kisses and occasional sharp nips along Milo’s collarbone, then buried his face in the golden hair across his pectorals. Laving the division between Milo’s ribs, he tongue-washed the area from his chest to his navel.
“I love the way you smell and taste, Milo. When we still lived in Hazlet, I used to sneak your sweaty T-shirts and sleep with them pressed up against my face.”
Liam’s hands moved along with his mouth, soothing, stroking, pinching, and petting Milo’s golden skin. He reached down and cupped Milo’s balls, moving his head to rub against Milo’s long hard cock, already dripping with pre-cum.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, my love. I’m going to love you so hard you’ll never be free of me.” Liam fisted Milo’s cock and tasted the pre-cum from its head. He began to stroke it, timing the strokes in concert with his tongue lapping the sensitive underside.
Milo moved beneath him. “More, baby, please,” he moaned.
Liam moved his head and began to take the whole of Milo’s shaft into his mouth. Bobbing his head up and down, he murmured, “I’m going to suck you so hard you’re going to think I’m a Hoover.”
“Fuck, your mouth is so hot. It’s not going to take long. Will you swallow it all for me? Lick me clean. Do it, baby. Claim me with your mouth.”
Liam rolled Milo’s balls in his hands. “Come for me, love, show me how much I please you.” Liam wet his finger and began to worry at Milo’s hole.
“I’m gonna—”
Milo shot his jism straight into Liam’s waiting mouth and Liam sucked up every drop. Milo tasted salty, bittersweet. His cock softened. He cleaned around Milo’s cock and then rested his head on his belly.
“Come up here, Liam. Let me take care of you.”
“No need darling, I came when you did.”
“From sucking me off?”
“From sucking you off,” he answered, very pleased with himself.
At that moment the kittens, having found their way into the bedroom, jumped up on the bed. “Come up here, baby. I think it’s naptime for a party of four.”
* * * *
Liam felt tiny needles sticking into his bare chest. Attempting to turn and go back to sleep, he felt a light tap on his head, followed by more pinpricks. Opening one eye, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. The clock read seven A.M., feeding time. Groaning, he carefully sat up and grabbed the kittens while attempting to extract himself from the tangle of sheet and the weight of Milo’s leg on his hip. The housekeeper had the day off, and the cats didn’t care that their masters spent most of the night matching music to lyrics. He knew Milo was exhausted. He slowly moved out from under the bedding and padded down to the kitchen, attempting to walk with two cats twirling around his ankles.
“Okay, guys, I get it. Stop your mewing before you wake Milo up.” Reaching the kitchen without tripping over a cat or stepping on a stray paw, he grabbed the bag of dry food and poured some into one of the four sets of cat dishes before filling a bowl with fresh water. Grabbing a bag of Kona beans, he pulled the grinder from the cabinet and began the process of making fresh coffee.
The past few weeks had been heavenly at home, but work was another matter. He spent yesterday in hell. They went over the new material with Rick and Bart. Bart said something snide about everything Liam wrote. The bastard even made fun of his T-shirt. Bart always managed to be nasty to him when they were alone, but made his more outrageous comments in front of the band and made it look like he teased Liam.
Shit, Milo never cares what I wear. He prefers me naked. Liam got a little pissed that Milo hadn’t spoken up for him, but he got over it soon enough when Milo promised that they would spend all day together today. He rummaged in the fridge and found some sausage and a carton of eggs. He started to make his lover breakfast.
A half hour later, he set everything out on a tray and was headed up the stairs when the phone rang. Milo picked it up. Damn, now he wouldn’t be able to wake up his love with food and kisses. Slipping into the bedroom, he stood quietly while Milo spoke on the phone.
* * * *
“Morning, Milo.”
“It’s a little early for you, Bart, what do you want?”
“I got you a spot on Letterman today. Someone canceled, and I know the talent coordinator.”
“Doesn’t Sam usually take care of this?”
“Yeah, but this guy and I are fuck buddies, so when the opening came up, he called me.”
“It is a great opportunity for the band. Have you called Rick? Liam’s right here.”
“They don’t want the band, Milo. They want you.”
“I made plans for today.”
“Has Liam put a collar and leash on you now?” Bart laughed.
Milo bristled. “No, you know it isn’t like that. Stop being such a bitch.”
“I’m not half as bitchy as the diva you live with. I really like him, but sometimes it’s like walking on eggshells, being around him. Come on, I gotta let this guy know quick.”
“What time?”
“You have to be in Manhattan by two. I’ll pick you up and introduce you to Tom, my contact. It’s good press for the band.”
“All right, I’ll tell him.” Milo hung up the phone and turned to see Liam standing at the foot of the bed, holding a tray.
“I thought I smelled fresh coffee, baby, and you made me breakfast.” Milo smiled.
“Who called?”
“No good morning kiss?”
“Milo, who was that on the phone?”
“Bart.”
“Damn it, I knew it was that slime bucket before I asked. What did he want?”
“Now, Liam, don’t get all riled. He got me a gig on Letterman today.”
“What time do we have to go?”
“They only want one of us and they asked for me. Bart arranged it with a buddy. It will be good for the band.”
“You promised me we would have today together. We get so little alone time now.”
“Don’t be that way. A shot at Letterman doesn’t come around very often.”
“Yeah, I bet. Here’s your breakfast.” Liam put down the tray and left the room.
Milo put the tray aside, put on a pair of pants, and followed Liam downstairs. He found Liam sitting at the kitchen table, tears streaking his face. He knelt beside the chair and put his arms around Liam.
“Be reasonable, hon. The new album won’t be out for another four months. We need to keep our name in the news.”
“Milo, you don’t understand. Bart hates me. Every chance he gets he has something nasty to say. He did this deliberately because he knew you and I planned to spend today together.”
With growing impatience, Milo stood. “What, you think someone canceled out on Letterman just so Bart could piss you off? Get real, Liam. You’re paranoid about Bart. He just teases you. I don’t have to leave until two. It’s only seven thirty. We could go down to the antique center in Red Bank and find a bench for the garden.”
“I could go with you to Letterman.”
“Unfortunately, they only wanted me. If you come, it could put them on the spot and we might not get another invitation.” Milo kissed him gently.
“All right, whatever you say. I’m going to get dressed.”
Liam tried his best not to show his disappointment the rest of the day but it was difficult and their conversation became more strained as time progressed.
Milo was still getting changed when Bart pulled up. He knocked once and let himself into the house as Liam came down the stairs. “Baby pouting because Daddy has to work?”
“Shut the fuck up. I’m getting tired of this.”
“Get as tired as you want, you little freak. By the time I’m through, he won’t want to wipe the floor with you, and that is a promise.”
“I’m going to tell Milo what you said. I write the music for this band. You are just the fucking drummer. Replaceable.”
“But everyone likes me. You come off like a whiny child. Besides, why would Milo believe you? He actually thinks I like you, you little cunt.”
“He’ll believe me because he loves me.” Liam pushed past him.
“We’ll see,” Bart whispered as he continued his walk to the kitchen.
Liam spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house deep in thought. Milo would not even consider his claim that Bart was out to get him, and he didn’t know how to prove his case.
* * * *
Rick rang the doorbell at four and caught Liam watching the early news in the media room.
“Hi, come on in. I could use the company,” Liam said when he answered the door.
“I won’t stay long. I need a favor.”
“What?”
“I-I have a date tonight and I’m short on cash.”
“How much do you need?”
“I can only get two hundred from the ATM. I want to impress this one. Do you have five bills?”
“Yeah, sure. But that’s all the cash Milo lets me keep in the house. You seem to be going through a lot of cash lately.”
“What can I tell you? Keeping up my image is important. People expect a rock star to throw money around. He only lets you keep five bills? What a control freak. Will you get in trouble if you give it to me?”
“No, I don’t have many expenses and he’ll give me more at the end of the week. I think I put it in the drawer upstairs.”
Rick tried to control his shakes while Liam was in the room. He could barely hold it together. That son of a bitch, Bart, promised to fix him up and then left him high and dry. Now he had to go out and look for a fix himself. He knew he had to stop using. He was an addict. He knew he needed help.
Rick spent the winter at the end of a figurative chain connected to Bart’s wrist. If Milo found out he was using, he’d kick him out of the band. The band was his life. Milo and Liam could make it on their own without him and Bart. He had to keep that in mind. If he told Sam, Sam would blow the whistle on both of them. He couldn’t afford to squeal. He couldn’t break up the band.
* * * *
Milo hit the door at midnight. He did the show and, still pissed over Liam’s attitude that morning, went out for a few drinks with Bart. He found Liam asleep on the couch. “Baby, come to bed, it’s late.”
“I tried to wait up for you. I’m sorry I was such an asswipe.”
“Yeah, but you’re my asswipe.”
“You’ve been drinking.”
“Don’t start, baby. I just want to go to bed and fuck the life out of you.”
“Do you love me, Milo?”
“You’re mine, always.” Milo kissed Liam on the forehead, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up the stairs.
* * * *
The band practiced at the larger Red Bank Studio. “Damn it, Rick, get it right this time,” Milo fumed. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You did better than this when you first picked up a guitar. We’ll be out on the road in a week. Do you want to crash and burn during a concert?”
“I’ve had it for tonight,” Bart said. “My fingers are numb. I’m barely keeping the beat, and the kid’s voice is getting hoarse. Let’s call it a night. Come on, let the kid go home for some tea and lemon. I’ll take you out for a drink.”
“He’s right,” Rick chimed in. “We’re all tired. The new stuff is tricky, it’s got all these fancy riffs and shit. We’re not the London Symphony.”
“Milo,” Liam pleaded, “maybe you should come home and rest. We can work out the bugs at the small studio at home. We both could use some tea and downtime.”
“Just go home, baby. Bart and I will work a bit on the music, and I’ll be along in an hour or two.”
“I wrote the fucking music. Shouldn’t I be working on it with you?”
“Look, we’re lovers, not fucking Siamese twins. I told you, I’ll be home later.”
Liam scowled. “All right. Fine.” Liam walked away from the keyboard.
Milo, Bart, and Rick headed for the exit, leaving Liam to go home by himself—again.
Danny Hobbs was adjusting the wiring for the new soundboards when Liam wandered over. “I don’t know what’s wrong with us lately. Rick is playing like a fucking novice. Milo is always in a temper. Every time I try to approach him to find out what’s wrong, he dismisses me or wants to fuck.” Liam sat on the floor with his head between his knees.
“How long has it been since you ate a proper meal, kid? I haven’t seen you with anything but Coke for a week.”
“My stomach’s been upset. It always acts up when I’m upset.”
“Come on. I’ll take you out for pancakes.”
“Really? It would be nice to have some company for a change.”
“Yeah, we’ll go over to the diner. Nora went to bingo, and her mom is watching Jimmy. I’ve got an hour or two before I have to hightail it back home. Besides, I know something I think you better tell Milo.”
They hopped into Danny’s old Honda and drove over to a diner on the highway. The waitress gave them menus, and they settled into a back booth out of sight of the rest of the late night crowd.
“Order the pancakes. They’ll line your stomach,” Danny suggested.
“What is going on?” Liam asked, pulling the utensils out of the folded napkin.
“Kid, Rick has a drug habit. An expensive one, if I’m not mistaken. Has he been borrowing money?”
Liam shrugged. “Well, yeah, but Rick’s never been good with cash.”
“His cash is going up his nose, and Bart’s doing the dealing.”
“How do you know?”
“I recognize the signs. I used to be a junkie before Nora straightened me out.”
“You, a junkie? I can’t conceive of that.”
“It’s true. I was young, vulnerable, and stupid, and became addicted almost accidentally. I went from wanting to needing in what seemed like a New York minute. So, I know the signs. That boy is using, big time.”
“Have you seen him using drugs?”
“Couple of times. He doesn’t pay much attention to anyone but Milo and Sam, and he doesn’t think you know enough to notice. Just stay clear of being alone with Rick or Bart. Bart means you harm.”
“I know that. I’ve tried to tell Milo, but he won’t listen.”
“I’d tell him myself, only I need this job.” The waitress came and set down their plates. They ate mostly in silence. “You know,” Danny said, “you could tell Sam.”
“I never even see Sam.”
“Call him,” Danny insisted. “I know what drugs can do to a band, and that bastard is dealing to the roadies, too.”
“Maybe I’ll confront Rick first. Maybe he’ll listen to me.”
“Suit yourself. But most addicts don’t listen till they hit the gutter. Unless they have a Nora in their corner.”
“I’ll get the check.”
“No, kid, this time is on me.”
Danny drove Liam back to his car at the studio. The ride was quiet. Liam had a lot to think about.
* * * *
Rick parted company with the other men outside. Milo and Bart drove to a local gin mill in Belmar. Dark and quiet, it catered to a local crowd, and nobody bothered them when they sat at the end of the bar. Bart ordered two whiskeys, neat, with beer chasers.
“The kid looks like he’s getting antsy,” Bart said. “Aren’t you keeping him busy?”
“Mind your own fucking business. I keep him plenty busy. He doesn’t understand how much work it is trying to keep it all together.”
“I told you I’d help you out, man. You can’t do it all yourself. You’re not Superman. Liam’s just a kid, and Rick’s a fucking airhead. I thought Sam was supposed to be doing most of this now that he’s opened the agency.”
“Sam’s busy trying to establish himself. Once he gets it together, he’ll handle it.”
“The kid is losing weight and has circles under his eyes. Is he using?”
“Of course not.”
Bart held up his hand against Milo’s show of temper. “Just saying. He’s young and kids like to experiment. What does he do when you’re not around?”
“I don’t know. He keeps himself busy.”
“Well, if I had a lover that young, I’d keep an eye out. You don’t know who he’s keeping busy with.”
“Enough. Liam’s not like that. He’s mine and he knows it.”
“Okay, buddy, ‘nuff said. It’s your life.”
“I’ve had enough. I’m going home.”
“Yeah, he’ll be waiting for you, I’m sure.”
Bart let him go. Another seed sown. He was a patient man, and knew it would bear fruit soon enough.
* * * *
Milo didn’t see Liam’s car in the driveway when Milo pulled up to the house.
Shit, what if Bart knows something I don’t?
He opened the door and called Liam’s name. The cats scampered down the stairs at the sound of his voice, but no Liam.
He poured himself another drink and sat down on the couch to wait. An hour later, he heard Liam’s car door slam. He walked in the door and looked at Milo. “You’re home.”
“Yeah. Where did you go?” Milo asked in a quiet voice.
“I went to the diner and had pancakes with Danny.”
“Who is Danny?”
“Danny, the roadie, for Christ’s sake. He’s worked for us for six years, and you don’t even know who he is?”
“It seems like you know him well enough for both of us.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you better not be fucking around.”
“Milo, you are out with Bart at least three nights a week. I got hungry. We had a meal at the diner. He dropped me off at the studio and I rode around for a while.”
“I don’t like lies, baby.”
“I’m not fucking lying. You took off with Bart just as you always do, and told me to go home like a good little boy. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m almost twenty-one and not a boy anymore. Since when are pancakes a crime? On top of that, you’re stinking drunk. With all the time you spend with Bart, I should be the one questioning you.”
Milo grabbed hold of Liam’s arm and pulled him up the stairs. “You are mine, Liam, and don’t you forget it. I want to know where you go and with whom, and I’m going to fuck that bubble ass of yours so hard that you won’t forget you belong to me in the future.”
Liam jerked his arm free. “Is that all I am to you? A fuck toy to take out when you’re horny? I’m a human being, same as you. Everything in this relationship can’t go your way all the time.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that, you little bastard? I take care of everything around here. All the fuck you have to do is sit down and write the goddamned music.”
“It’s not like you give me the opportunity to do anything else. I just sit on the shelf until it’s time to perform and then climb back up until you decide you want to get laid. Is that all we have together? Are you so piss drunk that you can’t see I’d do anything for you?”
Liam turned around to face Milo and said, “Fine, take what you want, you will anyway.”
Milo pushed him down on the bed and ripped off Liam’s jeans and shirt. He opened his fly and took out his hard cock. “This is the only one of these you are ever going to see, baby.” He rolled Liam over onto his stomach and with only a swipe of lube on his cock, began to fuck Liam hard. Milo was drunk. He slammed in and out of Liam’s ass with no care for his comfort. When Liam cried out for him to stop, he didn’t hear him. Milo didn’t even notice Liam’s tears until after he shot.
“Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry. The thought of you with someone else put me in a red haze. Please forgive me. I need you so much. I can’t lose you. Please, look at me!” Milo pulled at Liam frantically. “Liam, look at me, please baby.” Milo collapsed on the bed.
Liam turned to face him. “I swear to you on Lily’s grave, I will never cheat. It’s only you, Milo. Always you. You have to believe that.”
“Baby, I’m so sorry. I had too much to drink. All I could think about was you with that roadie and I got crazy. You’re mine, Liam, I can’t let anyone else have you.”
Milo held Liam in his arms, crying silently. Liam kissed his ear and Milo slipped away, the heat of his temper now quiet. He undressed and went into the bathroom. When he returned, he brought a warm washcloth. He gently cleaned Liam’s genitals and ass, kissing his back and murmuring apologies.
“Come to bed. Just hold me,” Liam said and he turned out the light resigned to discussing this in the morning when Milo was sober enough to understand what he had done.
* * * *
After a sleepless night, Milo got out of bed at dawn. He went down to the study and called Sam.
“Hello, Milo.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“Caller ID. Besides, who else would call me at five thirty in the morning?”
“I need to talk. About Liam.”
“What about Liam? It must be serious because I can hear you pacing.”
“We had an argument last night.”
“Couples argue.”
“I had a major shit fit. I can’t keep doing this, and I don’t know how to stop.”
“Doing what?”
“I left him to go out for a drink with Bart. When I came home, I didn’t see his car in the driveway—”
“And you went ballistic.”
“Yeah. He went out for pancakes with one of the roadies and all I could see was him humping someone else.” Milo was so ashamed of himself he couldn’t even bring himself to tell Sam what he did to Liam.
“Why didn’t you take him with you?”
“Rehearsal went badly. When Bart suggested the drink, I thought it would be a good idea. I went. Liam got pissed.”
“Why didn’t you ask him to go with you?”
“You know Liam can’t stand Bart. Besides, he’s not twenty-one yet.”
“Milo, he’s been in and out of bars and clubs since the age of twelve. They wouldn’t have thrown him out if he ordered a Coke. What’s the real reason? This is me you’re talking to, remember?”
“I can’t control myself around him. When he’s near me, I want to hold him, put my arms around him, claim him as mine and I can’t.”
“Milo, we’ve had this discussion before. He’s no longer jailbait. What’s wrong with being with the guy you love?”
“Everyone will know. It wouldn’t be good for the band.”
“Milo, Elton John’s openly gay and it hasn’t affected his record sales. For Christ’s sake, he does work for Disney. It’s not the band, Milo, it’s you. You have been fighting what you are for years for no good reason. Your true friends already know. The roadies know. There are always rumors in the media. Liam is obviously gay. We spent years trying to tone it down because of where we were raised, but we’re not there anymore. The entertainment industry is a big tent, no one is going to throw you out because you and Liam are lovers. This is your macho bullshit talking.”
“He says I put him on a shelf and just take him out to perform or fuck and then I lock him away again.”
“Do you? Ask yourself that question and answer it honestly for a change.”
“I don’t know.” Milo checked the door to make sure he was still alone.
“Milo, have you ever taken him out dancing? Do you go to dinner, or a movie?”
“I haven’t got a lot of time with the band—”
“Cut the crap. I played in and managed that band for years, and yet I had time to finish law school. I only asked for a break to study for the bar. I passed the bar three years ago, opened the firm, and yet even though Shattered Glass is one of my most important clients, you won’t let me do my job. You insist on handling everything yourself. What the fuck are you really hiding from?”
“I think I’m afraid to lose him. He’s still so young. I’m scared he’s going to go out and find someone else.”
“If you keep pushing him away, it’ll only happen faster. Fuck, you need to get the hell out of the closet. Your father’s dead, he can’t do you any damage. If you still have issues with that, see a counselor. You need to do something or you will push everything and everyone you love so far away from you that you’ll never get them back.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You better do more than think.”
Milo sat in the study and stared at the wall. Was Sam right, could it be him? But Bart had toured with a few other bands, he knew how much all of this took out of a man. He said Liam just didn’t understand how much it took to keep it all together. He didn’t know, and his ignorance of his own feelings had caused a rift between not only himself and Liam, but between him, Sam, and Rick. He wished it could be simple. All he wanted to do was love and take care of his baby in peace.
* * * *
Milo went back upstairs to the bedroom. Liam lay on his stomach, with the cats sleeping on the pillow above his head. Milo looked at him longingly. He had to stop running from his heart. He crossed the bare wood floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He was determined to make it up to him somehow. Lifting the covers, he slid in beside him.
“Baby,” he whispered as he began to stroke his back. “Baby, I need to talk to you.”
“You’re here. I dreamed that you left.”
“No, love, I’m right here beside you. Come into my arms, let me love you.”
“You’re not mad at me anymore?”
“No, I’m mad at myself for being an unreasonable, jealous prick.”
Liam rolled over on his side and the sheet slipped down below his waist. Milo kept stroking his skin.
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Liam said. “I swear. I just needed to talk to someone. I know you need to run the band. I don’t want to be another burden. I’m so lonely sometimes. Danny’s just a friend. He’s as het as you can get. I didn’t want to spend the evening feeling sorry for myself.”
“You’re right. I haven’t been putting the time into our relationship that you deserve. I have been taking you for granted. I promise, I’ll try and do better. You are still so young. The thought of you finding someone else makes me crazy.”
“I keep telling you, you are it for me. There will never, ever, be anyone else. If you believe nothing else I tell you, believe that.”
“I’ll try, baby.”
Milo’s hands moved down Liam’s torso, stroking him into arousal. He tried to be as gentle this morning as he was rough the previous evening. He worshipped Liam’s body with his mouth, moving down his chest to his now blatant erection. Placing soft kisses on Liam’s long, slender shaft, he wrapped his mouth around the mushroomed head and began to suck with a soft motion that caressed his lover’s organ in his warm mouth. He fondled Liam’s balls, licked and sucked around the head, deliberately avoiding his lover’s ass because he thought Liam would still be sore from his rough treatment of last night.
Liam moaned, “Please, love, more.”
Milo worried at the tip of Liam’s erection with his teeth, building up the tension gradually, making his lover feel every swipe of his mouth and tongue.
“Milo, I’m gonna—”
Liam spurted into Milo’s mouth. Milo swallowed all his lover had to give him.
“Come up here, love,” Liam begged. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
“No, baby, this time was just for you. Let’s get a shower and go out for breakfast. Then we can shop for a bench for the garden. I haven’t spent any time there either, and I want to watch you play the guitar as I tend the flowers. I want to do so many things, baby, but I only want to do them with you.”