Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Shane

"It's okay, you know? It's okay," Milo breathed, hot and heavy, against the side of Shane's panting mouth, "we can take this slow. I wouldn't want you to feel like you need to do something you don't—"

Shane cut Milo off with a kiss. And then another. They traded kiss after kiss until Shane could barely keep track of whose tongue went where. It was only when Shane's lungs began screaming for air that he pulled back.

A crude trail of spit briefly prolonged the connection between their mouths. It was only broken by Milo's smile as the boy licked at his reddened bottom lip. Fuck, it made Shane want to start biting him. To kiss and nibble and bite at all of Milo's sweet pink until it was a lusty shade of red instead.

"So, as I was saying—"

"Don't." Shane shook his head with resolution and narrowed his eyes with conviction. They both breathed hard, staring at each other. "I know what you're trying to do, but I ain't looking to get schooled. I'm a hands-on sort of learner."

A flicker of doubt crossed Milo's face.

Well, that shit wouldn't do.

"Are you really—ah!" Milo lost whatever he'd been about to express as Shane's hand wrapped around the boy's length. If Milo didn't believe his words then Shane would have to show him. Prove to this boy that Shane didn't need him to play the teacher or be some sort of virtuous gay guru.

He only needed Milo to be Milo.

And Shane wanted to learn every inch of him.

The shape of Milo's prick matched the rest of his body. Slenderly made and that same enticing pink, though Milo was no slouch when it came to size there. What he lacked in height, he made up in cock length.

Shane stared at the messy tangle of limbs splayed across the bed as he pumped Milo's pretty pink prick. He taught himself the shape of Milo's manhood and needed no instruction on what to do to make Milo's face flush.

With a twist of his wrist and a swipe of his thumb across the slit, he had Milo gasping and moaning. Milo had liked that. And Shane liked how much Milo liked it. He wanted to make Milo feel good. To show him pleasure. With attentive eyes and a steady hand, Shane continued to jerk the boy off.

It wasn't so different from what Shane did for himself on those long nights when the loneliness was too much and his body was too restless for sleep. Though Shane wanted to do more than jerk Milo off.

Touching wasn't enough.

Shane wanted to taste him too.

"I gotta get my mouth on you," Shane groaned as he grabbed hold of Milo's slender hips. There was no protest as he moved their positions. He pulled Milo to the edge of the bed and dropped down onto his knees. The ache in his bad knee was a faraway concern. Shane was too focused on finding out if Milo's cock would taste as sweet as his mouth.

It did.

"Shane," Milo let out a sigh of delight as Shane began to lick and suckle. He tried to go slow, but greed took over. With a wet tongue and a hot mouth, Shane began to suck. Just the tip, at first, but he took more and more.

He took it until he gagged.

"Careful," Milo cautioned him, his voice breathy and his fingers kneading Shane's broad shoulders. "Go slow, please. Watch your teeth. Ah, that feels nice. You're making me feel so good, Shane."

Milo's taste was sweet. There was a hint of salt too, only an aftertaste compared to the ripeness that filled Shane's mouth. He couldn't keep his eyes closed. He was enthralled by the sight of Milo spread out on the bed, his back arched and his legs held wide as Shane knelt before him and sucked as if Milo was his favorite treat.

He might have tried to stay there all night, but after a while, Milo tapped the back of his neck desperately and Shane's bad knee groaned in agreement.

"Stop, please. I can't — you're going to make me come."

Shane pulled off and licked his lips. Milo was quick to welcome him back into the bed.

"Would you like me to suck you too?" Milo asked him.

Shane shook his head. Maybe some other time, but not that night. Shane grasped Milo's hip and then rubbed at his thigh. "I think I'd rather fuck you."

"Slow down, tiger. Or should I say grizzly bear?" Milo teased as he pecked a kiss on the corner of Shane's mouth and scritched his beard.

An animalistic growl clawed its way out of Shane's throat. Maybe the playful jab wasn't too off base.

"I have lube, but I don't have any condoms," Milo said. As Shane's hand wandered to his ass, Milo gently laid his hand across it. Not to stop him, necessarily, but it did slow him down.

Shane had barely graduated high school, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew the basics about safe sex. Yet he had a hard time caring about that when it seemed unnecessary.

"Do we gotta use one? I've never stuck my dick anywhere so we know I'm good. You clean?"

Milo nodded. "Yeah, I've always been tested regularly. I've never caught anything, never been treated for anything. But, still. We should use one, it's the responsible thing to do."

None of that shit. They weren't going to do that, Shane decided. There'd be no should have or supposed to.

Shane had never lived his life like that.

And from what Milo had shared, neither had he.

"You're clean. I'm clean. I want to fuck you and you want me to fuck you, don't you?"

Shane would never get tired of how pretty Milo looked when he blushed. "Yeah," Milo admitted, "I do want that. I want you. I don't think I've ever wanted a man as much as want you."

That settled it. "So, let's fuck. Where's that lube of yours?"