Chapter 19: A Little Bit Crazy, A Little Bit in Love

“Did you happen to see who threw that rock?” Sebastian asked as soon as they were back on the main road.

“I didn’t really get a chance to have a good look, but I bet is that asshole Chet,” Milo replied.

He seemed upset. Sebastian wrapped his fingers tightly around his. “That boy looks like there’s nothing inhabiting the vast space between his ears.”

Milo looked at him and grinned. “Nice insult.”

“I’m just pointing facts. He called me a nerd just because he is envious of my academic prowess,” Sebastian said proudly.

“Or just because he’s a douche,” Milo replied. “I wasn’t expecting him to start throwing rocks at us, though.”

“Why do you think he did it?” Sebastian asked, interested in finding out if that boy could have been hired by a higher power to cause him harm.

“Because he’s a good for nothing that cares only about putting others down? I don’t know. And on top of all his other qualities, he’s a homophobic bastard, too.”

“Homophobic?” Sebastian asked. He couldn’t just go consulting his phone with Milo watching all the time.

Milo shrugged. “Don’t ask me. Some idiots are simply like that. It’s not like we are out at school, but I’m not going to hide, neither make a big thing out of it. Are you with me on this?”

“Sure.” Sebastian nodded. He absolutely had no idea what Milo was talking about.

Milo bit his lips and threw him a naughty look. “I’m so glad it’s only Saturday. When we’re in school, I need to keep my hands to myself, and it’s so hard. But, of course, PDA in school would be bad taste, regardless of who you are with, right?”

PDA. It had to be some kind of device. Was it similar to phones? But why would it be bad taste?

“I’m also glad it’s Saturday,” he replied. “PDA would be totally bad taste,” he emphasized.

Milo laughed. “You’re such an agreeable boyfriend. Then, how about I ask you this?” He leaned in and caressed Sebastian’s ear with his lips. “Once we’re home, can we get to know each other better?”

Sebastian frowned slightly. Was Milo interested in making even more conversation once they would be alone? “As you wish.”

“What? You don’t want?” Milo teased his ear.

“I’d rather have you naked and sweaty under me,” Sebastian replied promptly. He let out a small grunt as Milo bit his ear. “What was that for?”

“Under you? Naked and sweaty? Really, how can you say such things with a straight face?” Milo complained, but this tone was playful. “Then let’s just go already.”

It was a bit of a blur how they got on the bus and out of it. Sebastian could only be aware of one thing: Milo’s warm hand engulfing his and holding it gently. But once they would get to that point, the truth would be out in the open. It was impossible for Milo not to realize that his boyfriend wasn’t who he thought he was. Sebastian had had so many men, while Kai Martin was nothing but a virgin. His life as he knew it was forfeited anyway. Yet, he needed to make Milo see somehow.

And feel his love, even if only fleetingly.

“Now that I got you here, what?” Milo asked, his naughty gaze trained on Sebastian.

They were, once again, in Milo’s bedroom, and they were facing each other. The feelings from the other night came circling like wild dogs, but Sebastian willed them down. “You have too many clothes on,” he said.

His fingers were trembling as they helped Milo out of his t-shirt. Then, with more determination, he hooked them into the waistband of Milo’s shorts and pushed them down. The male underwear in this world could be particularly enticing. Sebastian took great pleasure in tracing the contour of Milo’s manhood through the soft fabric. It made him feel wanton, with an edge of desperation, cutting like a knife.

“If you ever come to regret this,” he said quietly, “you are allowed to blame it entirely on me.”

“Regret? Dude, when you said you wanted to be on top, was it that kind of top? Ah, damn, give me a second to prepare myself mentally.” Milo’s face scrunched up in thought for a moment. “All right, I’m done. You can go ahead and do it.”

He didn’t miss the playful nuances in Milo’s voice. Now he knew them all. “Right now, I’m stealing something from you,” he said.

“My cherry, you mean?” Milo snickered, not knowing what each of the sounds he was making did to him. “Well, it’s yours to take, or pop, or whatever. Now would you stop teasing me with your hand? I might just come in my underwear.”

Sebastian pushed Milo toward the bed. The young man was stronger than him, but he was letting him do whatever he wanted. Soon, he was on his back, wearing nothing but a look of adoration in his eyes and a naughty smile on his lovely lips.

Milo would regret it once he learned the truth. But Sebastian couldn’t stop even if he wanted. He didn’t; he wanted the young body writhing under his touch like he couldn’t remember ever wanting anything else in his life. He undressed and then moved so that he could face Milo’s beautiful manhood, now freed from the confines of the undergarments.

A small lick under the engorged head, and Milo was moaning softly, enticingly. Sebastian found himself liberated in that position, offering and taking at the same time. He moved his tongue along, looking for ways that would make Milo go a little bit crazy, a little bit in love.

“Wait,” Milo said in a ragged voice. He turned slightly and reached for the nightstand. He offered Sebastian the lubricant. “Feel free to do me,” he said with a slight shrug.

Ah, of course, this strange world also had convenient means to make it more pleasurable. Sebastian had done his fair share of research, so he took the tube with undisguised surety. It was a pleasure to move his hand up and down slowly on Milo’s hardened member, making it glisten.

Next thing, he straddled the beautiful body under him and used the viscous substance on himself, as well.

“Ah, this was what you meant by me being under and you on top,” Milo said with the same gleeful expression he often had. “And you think I’d ever regret this? Bring it on, baby,” he teased, and as he grinned, a cute little dimple appeared on his left cheek.

“Oh, you will,” Sebastian replied, somewhat vexed by Milo’s easygoing manner. “I will steal your first time now, and you will hate me. Because I’m much more experienced than you, and you don’t believe me.”

Milo’s only reply was a snort.

Once he saw how experienced Sebastian was in dealing with him, he would start to suspect that he had been told the truth but hadn’t wanted to admit it. With steady hands, he aligned their bodies so that they could fuse together.

Milo’s beautiful manhood was resting its head against Sebastian’s entrance, and soon, there would be no turning back. Sebastian closed his eyes and pushed down, anticipating the pleasant effect of feeling full to the brim.

A stabbing sensation made his eyes pop open. What was happening? He was supposed to glide right in, his body so accustomed to being ravaged by – He made another attempt. Milo’s breath hitched. “Dude, you’re so tight.”

It wasn’t his body. How could he not have realized that? But, still, with his experience – Sebastian moved again. This time, the pain was so much that he jumped out of bed, holding his behind with both hands and hissing.

“Are you okay?” Milo straightened up right away.

“It hurts,” Sebastian barely managed while hopping up and down.

“Yeah, because you’re kind of crazy and think it’s enough to watch porn to know how to do it.”

“I cannot make love,” Sebastian moaned.

Milo sighed and climbed out of bed. He walked over to him and embraced him. “Let’s take it easy, okay?”

“You don’t understand,” Sebastian complained some more. “This was my way of making you understand --”

Milo shut him up with a kiss. “Each time you say something stupid, I’m going to kiss you. And you ran away from me last night. I know it. And this morning. So, make no mistake. You’re not running away from me again because I know you want me. Pretend to be a prince, do whatever you want. When you look at me like this --” He stopped for a moment and swallowed.

Sebastian watched the way Milo’s throat bobbed. He leaned forward and kissed him right there.

“You see what I mean?” Milo said. “Now let me on top, and let’s hope I’m going to suck less than you at this. Unless you want to do me, of course.”

“No,” Sebastian mumbled. “You ... do me,” he added.

Milo was gentle as he placed him on his back. He helped his knees up and began to caress the skin underneath his balls ever so gently. He moaned helplessly. He couldn’t recall being held in such a shameful position, exposed, not without him ordering it first. Milo dipped his fingers in the lubricant and began massaging his ass slowly.

“I might not have watched as many tutorials as you, but the ones I read and watched were clear about one thing. That we need to take our time with this.”

Sebastian keened. In this body, the sensations he was experiencing were different from everything he had been experiencing before while in another man’s arms. Milo moved his fingers slowly in and out, leaving him wanting more with each pull away.

“I,” he whispered, not knowing what he wanted anymore, “please ... Milo...”

“Na-ah,” Milo said. “I’m horny, too, and hard like a rock, but I’m not going to wreck your ass just because I’m stupid and can’t deal with my horniness. Like someone I know.” He glared a little, his beautiful eyes searching Sebastian’s face carefully. “Can’t believe it. All that talk about being more experienced and me regretting it.”

He shook his head and returned to his torture. Sebastian felt his chest rising and falling and couldn’t fight the sensation pooling in his groin. Milo’s fingers were working inside him, touching him in impossible places, and turning him into nothing but a soft and pliant body.

“Wow, nice,” Milo whispered.

Sebastian opened his eyes and stared at his own manhood, which was twitching and spending itself all over his belly. He groaned and closed his eyes.

“Hey, no reason to be embarrassed. Only last night I came in your mouth like a moron. So it’s your turn to feel like that,” Milo pointed out. “Do you think I can try a little? It’s all right if you think you’re not up to it.”

Sebastian reached for Milo and grabbed him before he had a chance to walk away. “Do you intend to leave me like this? Satisfied by your fingers only?”

Milo grinned. “I like it when you go all royal and haughty on me. Well, order and you shall receive, Your Majesty. What do you wish me to do?”

Sebastian shivered under the intense look in those green eyes. He couldn’t gather his thoughts. Never before had anyone treated him so gently. He preferred his lovers to consider the bed they were sharing nothing else but a battlefield. It made each victory all the more satisfying.

“Maybe suck you off?” Milo teased, and his eyelids dropped. “Put my mouth on you a little. Stop me if I sound too porny or corny.”

“No,” Sebastian barely managed. “I want you,” he said stubbornly.

“You want me to...” Milo let the words fade and smirked in the most grating way possible. “You’ll have to say it, Your Majesty.”

Sebastian pursed his lips. “I want you inside me.”

“Hmm, I just had my fingers in. Doesn’t it count?”

So, Milo wanted to make fun of him, after all. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. Did he genuinely want to be ordered around? “Fill me with your manhood,” he said and set his chin high, as much as he could do that in his position, “and give me all your lust.”

“Sounds kinda medieval, but I’ll take it,” Milo said with another grin.

He lay on one side and moved so that he would have him with his back pressed against him. Sebastian had nothing against that position, but he expected to be dominated in a different way since he wasn’t the one on top. Milo was gentle as he began to rub the head of his manhood against Sebastian’s entrance. “If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbled, too wrapped in the sensation of being held so gently.

Milo kissed his cheek and then focused on trying to get his manhood inside. He was going slowly at it, so Sebastian let out a small grunt and tilted his head back. Milo stopped right away. “Is it too much?”

Sebastian brought one hand back to wrap it around the back of Milo’s neck. He turned enough so that they could look at each other. “No, it would never be too much with you.”