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Is he… is he talking about me?
If he is, he couldn’t be more wrong. Milo is out of my league. I can’t name one person I know who would be dumb enough to find him unappealing.
“He brought me a cover to go over the drain for Bush too,” he says, a soft smile returning to his lips. “Kind of made my whole day with that, even if I was too chicken to ask if he likes guys.”
Holy shit, he is talking about me. I can’t believe my luck. What are the odds that Milo is interested in me too, and at the exact time that I’m looking into him, he’s talking about it?
Shit, maybe I need to buy a lottery ticket or something.
“What would I say if he was watching?” Milo reads a question out loud. Definitely a lottery ticket. He hums, considering it. “Anthony, if you’re watching this, I’d kill for a shot with you. Not literally, because I’m a bit of a pacifist, but I have a ginormous crush on you. So if you’re interested, call me?”
Fuck calling him, I think jumping up from my seat. I’m going to go show him just how interested I am, he just practically invited me to. How convenient that we live in the same building.
I pull on some pants, having only put on boxers after my shower, and grab a clean henley, tugging it over my head. My beer is long forgotten as I swish some mouthwash around, ridding the taste from my lips. I don’t know if we’re going to kiss, but if we are, I sure as hell won’t taste like hops for it.
Chapter 5
Milo
I’m feeling so bummed that I’m already considering ending the live stream early tonight and I really just got started. The chat is swimming with support and encouraging comments but none of them make me feel any better.
“Sorry the mood is so glum, you guys,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to shake this off but?—”
I stop talking and my eyebrows draw in. Pulling off one side of my headphones, I look over my shoulder toward my apartment entrance, hearing a loud tapping against the door. Is someone knocking on my door? What the hell?
When the sound repeats, I push back from my rolling chair and stand up. “Hold on guys, someone is at my door.”
Not wanting to disturb the people watching, I only click on the small lamp by the entrance before looking through my peephole.
My heart slams around in my chest when I see who it is. Immediately I’m scrambling to undo the latch and lock, swinging the door open wide and pulling my headphones off entirely.
“Anthony? What are you?—”
He doesn’t let me speak, brushing past the threshold and into my apartment to surround my face with his big hands. “I’m going to kiss you now, if you don’t want that, you better speak up.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper, hardly believing my ears.
“Any objections?”
“N-no,” I whimper, hardly getting the word out before his lips come crashing down on mine.
My eyes flutter shut, eyelashes tickling my cheeks as he consumes me with just one touch. My insides melt and my heart beats so loud I can feel it echoing in my ears. Anthony tastes like fresh mint toothpaste and all of my wildest dreams.
Lips parting, I try to follow his lead, keeping up with the delicious pace he sets. I guess this answers my question. Not only is Anthony into men, he’s into me. And I was just pouting about giving up on Live—oh shit my stream!
“W-wait,” I rasp, pulling back. “One second.”
Before he can protest, I slam my door shut and rush over to my phone that’s propped up on my tripod.
“I’m so sorry guys, but I’m going to have to end early.” The comments are already littered with kiss emojis and I realize they probably caught a blurry glimpse of us. Oh well. “I’ll make it up to y’all, I promise. Talk soon.”
I disconnect from the live network and let out a breath, spinning back around to find Anthony has already come up behind me. Without saying a word, we pick up right where we left off, kissing with fevered need.
Kissing quickly becomes making out, and my dick is very aware that the hottest man in the world is devouring my lips right now. I’m painfully hard in my sweatpants and as Anthony tugs me closer, I find him to be just the same.
“Mmm,” I moan, fingers clawing at his shirt. Before I can pull it off of him, I stop myself, pulling back. “How are you real?”
Looking just as dazed as me, he smirks. “I could ask you the same thing, baby.”
