Boyfriend Goals

For a moment I was struck speechless. How could he not realize after how hard I’d come? “Swallowing my load doesn’t matter. Remember, this isn’t porn, and everyone likes something different. That was the best blow job of my life.”

“I doubt that.”

“Stop calling me a liar.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek so he didn’t get the taste of himself on his tongue. “You look hot with my cum on you.”

“I feel hot with your cum on me…like I’m really sexy.”

“You are.”

He dipped his finger into my jizz, licked it, and gagged. “No. I’m sorry. That’s disgusting. I can’t do it! Like ever.”

I laughed because it really didn’t fucking matter. I just liked him. “Contrary to what some people might want others to believe, swallowing isn’t a prerequisite for good head. I’ll just paint you with it every time instead.”

He nodded. “Speaking of eating things, I’m hungry. I know I said I’d cook dinner, but I thought you might want to make eggplant parmesan with me.”

“I can do that, but I’m still a firm believer that it would be better with chicken.” The meals he made were actually really good, but I liked to give him shit. I was pretty sure Milo knew that.

“You complain, but you always eat.” He stood. “I don’t like meat.”

“You like my meat.” I waggled my eyebrows and grabbed my cock.

“Oh my God. That was bad. Really, really bad.” But he was chuckling. “Let’s stay naked. We should double the time we wash our hands, though.”

“Yeah, but you have an apron. I don’t.” He had one because he cooked in his underwear so often.

“Oh. I forgot to tell you I got you one, just in case.”

He went to his room and came back with an apron that matched his, saying: Don’t ask me what I’m wearing under this.

“I ordered it from the shop in California where I got mine.” Milo tossed it over. “Come on, Gid. I should have eaten a half hour ago. Good thing I had a blow job. I’m too happy to get hangry.”

“Suck Milo’s cock every day. Got it.” I joined him in the kitchen, and we got to work.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Milo

We had graduated past hand jobs, and while they’d felt really good, now that I’d had a dick in my mouth, that was always how I wanted to make Gideon come. We’d spent the last two weeks sucking each other off every chance we got. I admit it was usually me who prompted all the oral stimulation, but when a guy goes twenty-four years without having a mouth on his dick, it’s a little exciting when it happens and said mouth lives with you and is very willing. I still didn’t understand how Gideon could be okay with eating my cum, but he was, so I wasn’t going to complain.

I’d gotten quite a bit done at the bookstore. It should actually be finished in a couple of weeks, and I couldn’t wait. Today I had workers out doing some of the jobs I couldn’t. I’d already been downstairs three times, but I was trying to force myself to leave them alone. Of course, Gideon was sleeping in. I didn’t know any twenty-six-year-old who slept until ten or eleven most days, but since his shop didn’t open until noon and it was downstairs, it made sense that he could.

But I was bored, and if I was bored, I wouldn’t be able to hold back my need to micromanage the workers downstairs. It was a thing. I wasn’t afraid to admit my flaws.

I thought about calling Rachel to see if she wanted to hang out, but instead I found myself sliding Gideon’s bedroom door open. He was asleep in his underwear, the blankets kicked down so they hung half off the bed in a way that would make me crazy. “Gideon,” I whispered. When he didn’t budge, I cleared my throat. Nothing. How in the hell did he not wake up? I took a step back, planning on sneaking out of his room, but again, bored. So I resorted to a totally fake cough and squeezed his name in there. Cough, Gideon, cough.

His eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Oh, you’re awake.”

“I wonder how that could have happened?”

I shrugged. “Beats me,” I said, flopping onto his bed. “I’m antsy…and when I’m antsy, I bug people.”

“There’s a joke in there somewhere, but I’m too tired to find it. Antsy. Bug people. Get it?”

“It’s so adorable when you try to be funny.” It was one of my favorite things about him.

“Evidently you think I failed.” He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. “Let’s go back to bed.”

“Gideon. No. I can’t. And you have morning breath.”

He pushed up onto his elbows and looked down at me. I was on my back, watching him. “At least I know I’ll never get a big head while you’re around.”