23. Keaton

If I'd knownhow much Milo would light up in the darkness of the auditorium, I would have rented a movie theater to live in for the year that he's mine.

Not that I could force him to live in one, but I'm sure with enough popcorn and soda, I could get him to at least try.

But it's not just the theater. It's everything. It's every moment I spend with him. Every night that we share a bed. Every experience is encapsulated into a picture.

I'm hooked on Milo Bryce, and I don't know what to do. It's even worse whenever I think about how I'm paying for his time and body. I essentially own him. I can't be catching feelings for him. It's wildly inappropriate.

But how can I control myself when I share every part of my life with him? It's easy to forget and get lost in the lie, but what's not easy is to then go on and force myself to stop feeling the way I do.

And it's not like I can ask him how he feels about me. There's a serious power imbalance between us. If I ask him and he says he has feelings for me too, what guarantees do I have that they're real and he's not just saying it out of fear of getting fired? And what if I tell him, and he laughs in my face? That would make the rest of the year extremely uncomfortable, and we've still got so much ground to cover as far as our public story is concerned.

So, my only option is to stay quiet and keep living the fantasy while I can. Perhaps if I get my fill of Milo by the end of the year, it'll be easier to let go of him and all the memories we've made together.

Pfft. Even I know that's a big fat lie. That's never going to happen. In fact, I've got no doubt letting go of him will be the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and I'm not looking forward to it in the slightest.

By two in the morning, Nia has watched all three movies and decided the most appropriate thing to do is put on Disney classics and fall asleep in one of the sleeping bags Jessica has provided us with.

I decide to do another drinks run since sleep is as elusive as anything, but as I try to readjust Milo's head from my shoulder to the seat, he wakes and decides to join me at the concession stand.

"If I hear another acapella song, I'll commit murder," he grumbles and fills a box with all kinds of candy.

"Are you sure that's the wisest thing to give Nia at 2 a.m.?"

Milo winces and holds the box away from my reach.

"Nia? This is for me, dude."

"I thought you were having hot dogs." I point to the hot dog thing behind me, and Milo continues to stare at me as if I'm talking nonsense.

"I am."

"I'm confused."

"What exactly are you not getting? I'm gonna go to town on the candy, then go to town on hot dogs. Then I'll probably eat some more popcorn."

I hold back a laugh and drop the scoop back into the popcorn.

"So you're going to have dessert before food?"

We've already had takeout from the local Chinese place, so I'm surprised he's even going for half the stuff he's bracing to eat.

"Yeah. What's weird about that?"

I shrug. "Everything? Aren't you supposed to eat dessert after food?"

Milo puts the candy box down and saunters to me with narrowed eyes, wagging his finger at me.

"And who made these absurd rules? We're adults. We can eat whatever we want whenever we want in whatever order we want."

I can hardly argue with that.

"Okay, that's fair." I pass him my popcorn box, and without me even saying anything, he puts a scoop of gummy bears in it.

When we return to the room, Nia is fast asleep with Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs lighting up her face.

"How about we catch our own movie?" I ask him.

Milo turns to me and nods all too eagerly. We dive into another theater, and I ask Milo what he wants to watch.

"Anything. I don't care. As long as it doesn't have singing."

"Are you sure?"

"About the singing? Yeah. Pretty sure."

"No." I elbow his ribs. "About the anything part."

"Hey, you're the boss, money boy. You put whatever you want to watch on. As long as it's appropriate. The last thing we need is for Nia to walk into the room while a bukkake scene is playing at full volume."

"I'd never," I reply, although how great would that be? Maybe I'll rent the theater again just for the two of us.

When I return, the show is already playing, and Milo is eyeing me suspiciously.

"What is this?" he asks as I sit beside him.

"I like to watch it when I'm alone and can't sleep."

He looks from the screen to me and pops some candy into his mouth before he speaks again.

"But that's a Thai drama."

"Yup. BL as well."

"I have no idea what that means," he says, and I enlighten him.

"So your guilty pleasure is Thai dramas with gay love stories?"

I nod.

"Get outta here."

"I most certainly will not." I get comfortable in the seat and take my shoes off so I can stretch my legs onto the seat in front of me.

"You're telling me the richest gay in the world likes to watch this stuff?"

"Hey! Don't be classist."

"I'm not. It's just surreal."

"Wait ‘til you find out I'm a secret producer for some of them. Oh, oops." I put my hand in front of my mouth as if I feel guilty for letting my secret spill, but I'm not. I'm proud of my involvement in the BL industry, even if I don't put my real name out there. The last thing I need is another lecture from my father about profitable and reputable business sense.

"Mr. Sinclair. You're full of surprises, aren't you?" He settles beside me, and we watch only my favorite show on earth.

1000 Stars. About a rich kid getting a heart transplant and going on a trip to the mountains to teach the kids there, like the last owner of his heart.

It's a slow-burn romance, but it's so fucking good that it's worth the repeat viewing.

Halfway through the episode, he leans his head on me, and by the time the credits roll and the next one comes on, his hand slides down my thigh and between my legs.

"What are you doing?" I whisper for God knows what reason.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He squeezes my balls, and my cock goes hard in an instant.

"I thought you didn't want to scar Nia for life."

"I'm not. That's why we're sitting in the back." He drops in front of me and spreads my legs. "Besides, I've always wanted to do this in the movies, but they're always too packed, and I'm scared they'll catch me with their infrared cameras."

He might as well be reciting his grocery shopping list because I'm no longer listening to what he's saying. I'm far too interested and absorbed in what he's doing with his hands to pay any mind to his words.

He grabs the waistband of my pajama bottoms and pulls them down to my ankles. He massages my thighs with open hands, getting ridiculously close to my cock and balls that are bursting at the seams of my underwear but not touching them.

Instead, he throws me a devilish grin and blows warm air onto my parts. I grab my chair's armrests and hold on for dear life. Something tells me I'm in for a ride.

We both watch as my cock twitches inside my black underwear, but he doesn't make any attempt to release me, and I know better than to help myself. If Master wanted me to touch myself, he'd tell me so.

"Are you horny, my boy?" he asks, and I all but drool when I nod. "You want Master to suck your big, juicy cock?" He leans forward again and brushes his tongue along the fabric, making me twitch again. "How horny are you?"

"A-a lot." My throat is dry, and we haven't even started. Fuck.

"You want to come all over Daddy?"

"Y-yes please."

"You want to come all down Daddy's front?"

"Uh-huh," is all I manage.

"Tell Daddy what you want, boy. Go on."

I flex my sweaty hands a couple of times before gripping the armrests again, but I don't take my eyes off my master.

"I-I want Daddy to wh-whip my cock out and suck me clean."

Milo licks his lips and makes yummy noises, squeezing my thighs and making me jerk again.

"What else do you want, slut? Tell Daddy."

"I want Daddy to fuck his whore in the dark and feed me his seed."

"Mm-hmm, yes, boy. I'll feed you good. I'll feed you real good." He grabs me by the jaw and spits on my face. "That's for keeping Daddy waiting for a whole week."

I hiss under his control, and I barely have time to register before he lets go and bites my cock. "And that's for denying Daddy his cock while you were busy being a slut and giving your ass to every Chinese master you could find."

Does he really think that's what I've been doing on my business trip?

"I wasn't, Daddy. I swear?—"

"Don't lie to Daddy." He bites me again, and I lose control of my breath. "You're a slut. That's what sluts do."

"I wasn't. I didn't, Daddy. I swear."

"On your life?" he whispers.

"I swear on my life," I say before he has a chance to doubt me, and I don't miss the smirk crossing his face.

"So you haven't jerked off in a week?"

I shake my head. It's a lie, but I'm not going to tell him I beat off thinking of him every night in bed and every morning in the shower. That's pathetic.

"Mmm, let's see if you're telling the truth." He runs his tongue over the fabric again but finally grabs my boxers and pulls them down, releasing my throbbing cock.

He doesn't make me wait this time. He puts me in his mouth, and it takes everything in my willpower not to come undone. I've missed this. I've missed him sucking me off. I've missed him touching me. I've missed him talking down to me. I've missed him calling me his slut, his boy, his everything and anything.

This past week in China was sheer torture being away from him. I don't know how I'm ever going to do any more business trips without him. I might have to start taking him with me if the alternative is feeling this starved for attention.

Once again, watching my dick slide in and out of his mouth, stretching his lips to the max and with tears in his eyes, fighting back my orgasm, it's impossible to deny.

I'm hooked on him. I'm so, so hooked on him.

The world warns you about getting addicted to drugs and booze. No one ever warns you about getting addicted to a person. It's unfair.

"Talk to me, boy," he moans and resumes fucking his mouth with my cock.

I dare to let go of the armrest and grab his head with both hands, guiding myself deeper into him.

"Like this, Daddy. Suck me. Oh fuck, yes. Ngh! Yeah. Yeah. Keep going, Daddy. I'm so close. Choke on me, Daddy. I want to see you turn red from choking on my cock, Daddy. Yeah. Ngh! I'm gonna come. Yeah. I'm coming, Daddy. I'm coming. Swallow me. Swallow every last drop."

I deliver on my promise and let loose, spilling inside him and staring down at him, and only when I'm satisfied that I've given him my everything do I let go of his head.

But even when I do, he doesn't release me from his mouth. He keeps sucking my fast-deflating cock pulling hisses out of me with every bob. I'm so sensitive it's almost painful, but I would never push him away. Ever. To get my point across, I squeeze my legs together, trapping his head where it is, and he's not deterred by it in the slightest. He keeps me in his mouth and flicks his tongue across my crown and slit. He makes me twitch. He makes me tense. Hell, he makes me feel alive.

How can I not be hooked on him when he makes me feel this good?