Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Milo

Milo told Shane where he could find the lube.

Shane told Milo to stay put.

A smile took hold of Milo's mouth as he sprawled out on the bed. It was an old mattress, full of odd lumps, but the pile of thick blankets made it comfortable enough to relax.

Milo doubted he and Shane would do much sleeping.

While he waited for Shane's return, he touched the tip of his tongue to his bottom lip. The icy winds might have chapped it but the neediness of Shane's teeth had made it sore.

And his rugged beard had rubbed the underside of Milo's chin raw.

Milo didn't mind those signs of passion. He didn't mind at all. Even if Shane's downright primal displays of affection had been unexpected.

With Shane's inexperience, he'd assumed they'd take things slow. He'd been ready to use a soft touch and guide Shane through his first time sharing pleasure with another person.

But Shane didn't want that. He'd grown out of any uncertainty within a few kisses. Had turned out to be a man who knew what he wanted and had no problem going after it.

And he wanted Milo.

He wanted Milo as much as Milo wanted him.

It left Milo giddy to know he'd finally chiseled through Shane's thick walls. Their meeting and coming together felt like more than happenstance. It felt like it was meant to be. Milo would have been happy enough to simply call Shane his friend and neighbor, but he had to preen over the fact that he could now call Shane his lover too.

Because making love was what he wanted to do with Shane.

Sure, he was wildly attracted to the rugged older man. Shane hit all of Milo's checkboxes for what made him squirm and blush. Taller, older, a little brutish and rough. But Shane also offered everything he'd longed for in a partner: safety.

He felt safe with Shane and knew the older man would protect him.

Even if Shane had a sharp set of teeth and demanding hands.

Milo wanted Shane to fuck him, but during it and after it he wanted Shane to love him. They both deserved love. Pumpkin seemed to think she deserved a more wholesome version of loving right then and there too. Their nakedness meant nothing to her and she couldn't seem to understand why she couldn't join them.

"No." Shane gently admonished as he returned to the bedroom. "Go to sleep, Pumpkin."

Her paws pitter-pattered away and Shane shut the door behind him.

"She sounded so sad," Milo said, "we'll let her back in when we're ready to sleep, right?"

Shane paused. "You…want me sleeping in here tonight?"

Milo could hardly believe his ears. "Of course. Did you really think I'd let you run away after getting off? Not a chance. Come here and let me have it."

"Goddamn, boy." Shane's lips parted with those two words. A light curse and heavy affection. The blacks of his eyes were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the green.

"I meant the lube," Milo giggled as he held out his hand. "Though, I'm looking forward to you having me too."

He wiggled his fingers until Shane finally handed over the bottle and got back into bed. Milo wanted to see to his own preparation. It wasn't that he didn't trust Shane to prepare him, he knew Shane could figure it out and do it right, but Milo could do it faster.

The sooner he was stretched out and lubed up, the sooner he could have Shane inside of him.

"Watch me," Milo encouraged as he opened the bottle. He poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed his fingers together, warming it up. He splayed open his legs and reached down to press his slippery digits between his cheeks.

Shane watched intently as Milo opened himself up. One finger first and two fingers once he felt ready. Milo smiled as he curled his fingers inside of himself, arching his back and finding that little bundle of nerves that made him moan out as a spark of pleasure lit up his body.

His fingers felt good. He knew Shane's cock would feel even better.

"It don't hurt?" Shane asked. His eyes were hungry, but his mouth was soft while he watched Milo. He shifted closer on the bed and laid a hand over Milo's quivering thigh.

Not forcing his legs open wider, merely tracing soothing circles across Milo's skin. No man had ever been so patient with Milo. So interested in his pleasure or careful with his comfort. Milo thought back to his first time, a youthful romp with a stranger that had started with too much alcohol and ended with disappointment.

Milo shuddered and in doing so shook off the memories of the past. He'd left the big city and that old life behind.

"It doesn't hurt at all." The words were breathy. Each one was tinged with need. It would never hurt again. Not with Shane. "You could never hurt me. Come here and kiss me. Make me feel good, Shane."

He wanted to feel Shane. He wanted to feel all of Shane.

Milo withdrew his fingers and flung out his arm to wipe his hand on one of the blankets. When it was mostly dry, he reached back for Shane as Shane reached for him.

They pressed against each other again. Shane's hands, still rough but always considerate, touched Milo everywhere he could reach. Kisses. Caresses. Sighs. With Milo's pleas egging him on, Shane crawled on top as Milo made way for him. He opened his legs for Shane and slotted against him, one hand braced above Milo's head.

The height difference made things a bit awkward, but Milo didn't mind feeling utterly engulfed by Shane.

Shane's weight pressed him down into the bedding. Kept him pinned right there. Milo's breath caught and his eyes widened. It was a heady feeling. His cock twitched in anticipation. He didn't feel trapped, he felt cradled, held nearly and dearly as the head of Shane's prick nudged against his opening.

The lust in Shane's verdant gaze had grown wild, but Shane didn't let his overgrown desires overtake his self-control. He went slow. He was careful. Maybe a little too slow and a bit too careful.

Milo didn't mind Shane's rough edges.

He did everything he could to spur Shane's exploration. He clutched at Shane's side and grabbed his own knee, holding himself open even wider as Shane slipped deeper inside. Milo watched Shane too. He witnessed the moment that Shane finally broke and a smile rushed Milo's face as Shane let out one of his distinctive grunts.

Or what started as a grunt.

It didn't end as one.

Shane let out a deep-throated moan as the base of his cock met the rim of Milo's hole. That was it. He was all the way inside. From the tip to the root, he'd planted himself in Milo and began to let those wild desires grow once more. The hand near Milo's head shifted. Shane's fingertips teased the strays of Milo's hair and his thumb brushed Milo's ear. With another thrust, Shane sunk his fingers into the crown of Milo's head and he dropped his mouth against Milo's throat.

"Please, like that," Milo encouraged with a matching moan. "More, please. Don't stop."

He gasped and begged as Shane finally fucked into him. It had been so long since Milo had wanted it. More than that, he'd never wanted a man as much as he wanted Shane. He pulled Shane closer. Milo grabbed hold of the blankets with one hand and the other gripped Shane's thigh.

The push of Shane's cock into him was slow and the slide of their bodies becoming one was smooth. No pain. No discomfort. Only the pleasant stretch of Milo's inner walls as he welcomed Shane inside.

Shane rutted into him. The pacing was uneven, but the ride was still good. Milo met Shane thrust for thrust, arching his back and bucking upward. Their limbs tangled and they lost themselves in the pleasure their bodies made. They did it together. Shane took him and Milo let himself be taken.

Their sounds echoed throughout the cabin, overpowering the crackle from the fireplace and the howling of the blizzard as it painted the woods outside. Shane plowed into him hard and Milo grew louder, more desperate as his body not only welcomed Shane inside but pulled him in.

Again and again.

The head of Shane's cock brushed against Milo's prostate and starlight flared behind Milo's eyelids. His jaw dropped and he let out a high-pitched whine. More. He needed more. Milo repositioned himself with a little help. Both his knees went over Shane's shoulders. His heels pressed down into the meaty strength of Shane's strong back.

That changed the whole angle, let Shane go deeper and faster and let Milo feel that shock of pleasure with every thrust.

"Fuck. Good, that's good," Shane panted out, wet and hot against Milo's cheek. "You feel so goddamn good. It's good for you too?"

His beard had rubbed Milo's skin raw. Milo was going to be wearing both lovebites and bear-burn come the morning.

"Yeah," Milo moaned. "It feels good. You're good, Shane. Fuck me. Love me. Don't ever stop. I want to feel it, I need to feel you."

Milo was filled, but it wasn't enough. He needed Shane to spill inside of him. Milo had slept with plenty of men, but he'd never let one take him without a condom. In a way, their lovemaking that night was the first time for both of them.

Milo could feel his pacing growing more erratic, more desperate. Shane wasn't going to last for much longer.

"You want—" Shane tried to offer, but Milo shook his head.

"Keep going," he encouraged, "just like this."

Milo snaked his hand between their bodies and took care of himself.

Shane didn't stop, not until he let out a low growl and spilled a rush of heat inside of Milo. As Shane milked out the aftershocks of his pleasure, Milo tugged himself to his peak before Shane had softened inside of him.

Heat shot across Milo's belly as a cry slipped from his parted lips. He tossed his head back, boneless, lost in the fuzzy edges of his mind.

In the afterglow, they lay together and slowly sank back into their bodies.

Milo could have fallen asleep right then and there. Only Shane's subtle movements kept him from drifting off. Shane curled close to Milo and began to kiss him. First his lips, but then his cheeks and forehead and eyes until Milo cracked them open.

"Hi," Milo laughed as he cupped Shane's cheek. The older man melted into him and pressed a reverent kiss onto Milo's palm. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," Shane cleared his throat. "I'm good. Better than good. You're…fuck. I don't know how to say it, boy, but I'm glad it was with you. Feels like I was meant to wait for you."

Milo smiled back at him. His thumb traced a heart on Shane's cheek. "Same. It feels like I was meant to find you here."

It was as close to a love confession as they'd get at that moment.

They kissed for a spell though eventually Shane pulled back and started to move. He let out a sharp inhale as he put weight on his knees again.

"Is your knee bothering you?" he asked.

"A little."

"The cold weather again?"

Shane gave him a curious look. "You remembered that?"

Milo smiled "Of course I did. Though, I think we both forgot something earlier."

Silence fell between them.

"The soup," they both said at the same time.

They laughed, Shane's a deep-throated chuckle and Milo's an airy giggle. It took Shane and Milo a while longer to pull themselves out of bed. A few more slow kisses, a few more gentle caresses. Neither wanted to leave the cocoon of warmth left behind from their lovemaking.

Sleep and hunger called out to them but in the end, their rumbling stomachs won out.

A quick wipe-down with a washcloth and Milo put his pajamas back on while Shane found a pair of sweatpants. Hand in hand, they went to the kitchen and found a treat for Pumpkin while they reheated the soup.

They went back to bed with full bellies and Pumpkin snuggled between their feet.

It felt like a home.

Shane felt like home.