hurry things through. But I can’t head this investigation. I’d be compromised, and the guys who took him, if they’re caught, they’ll have money for good solicitors. They’d use anything and everything to keep themselves out of prison. I don’t want to be one of those reasons, and I don’t want you to be one either.”
“I’m glad you want to help him.”
“Jesus, Danny, why do you think I'm in this job? The good hours and the low stress?” Milo rolled his eyes and got a smile out of Daniel at last. “I don’t just do this because I make the uniform looking fucking good. I'm here to help people. People like Samuel. Like you. I honestly wonder if you know me at all sometimes.” Milo played with the label on his bottle.
“I know you care, Milo.” Daniel ran his fingers through his hair then gripped it tightly while he blew out a deep breath. “You still hide a lot from me, from most people. Maybe you’re right, sometimes I feel like I don’t really know you. That’s not my problem, and I think you know that. You don’t open up, don’t trust. I don’t know why. I trust you with my life. Share everything. I'm like an open book around you. It’s not really asking too much for you to give me something similar back, is it?”
“No.” Milo took a long drink of his beer then leant his head back and sighed. “I try, Danny. It’s just not easy for me. I’m not talkative, or open. I’ll never be the type of person to sit down and have a heart to heart. I’m blunt, straight to the point. I’m always honest with you, about most things anyway.”
They fell into a silence while they both drank their beers, not really looking at each other, just quick glances every now and then.
“Can we talk about us now?”
Daniel met his eyes and sighed. “I thought I said no, like three times or something already.”
“I'm not letting you go.” Milo stared firmly into his eyes. “There’s something special between us, Daniel. It’s not just sex either.” Milo tapped his fingers on the table.
“No, it’s not. I love you and you love the job.”
“You love what you do too. That gorgeous thing sleeping upstairs is proof of how much you care about what you do.”
“That’s the fourth time you’ve referred to him like that. Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous.” Daniel smiled slyly.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
“I can’t remember the last time you called me any of those things.” He tilted his head to the side and gave Milo a cheeky grin.
“Oh, you’re fishing for a compliment?” Milo winked at him and got a laugh in return. “You know I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ll ever see. You’re perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. Divine… I’m running out of words.”
“You need a dictionary. Go get one and come back later with more words to woo me with.”
“Woo? What are you? Some sixteenth century virginal damsel or something?” Milo opened his eyes wide and shook his head, listening to Daniel laugh loudly. Milo stood up, moving to his side and running his hand over Daniel’s head. Every little touch was like torture for him. “I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve missed fucking me.”
“Of course I have.” Milo leaned down, fisting his hand in Daniel’s hair and pulling his head back so he could see those green eyes and that firm mouth which was calling to him for a kiss.
“There’s other men you can use for sex. I don’t want to be one of those anymore.”
“You were never one of those, Danny.” Milo ran his finger down Daniel’s jaw. “You’ve always being more to me.” Milo lifted his leg, straddling Daniel’s thighs, and hovered above him, holding his chin firmly and staring into those sexy eyes.
“There’s always been others. It doesn’t work with just us two.”
“You’re enough for me. It’s you who needs more, Baby.” Milo smiled at the anger in Daniel’s eyes, and then kissed him—a deep, hard kiss which could only lead to more.
Their
“I’m glad you want to help him.”
“Jesus, Danny, why do you think I'm in this job? The good hours and the low stress?” Milo rolled his eyes and got a smile out of Daniel at last. “I don’t just do this because I make the uniform looking fucking good. I'm here to help people. People like Samuel. Like you. I honestly wonder if you know me at all sometimes.” Milo played with the label on his bottle.
“I know you care, Milo.” Daniel ran his fingers through his hair then gripped it tightly while he blew out a deep breath. “You still hide a lot from me, from most people. Maybe you’re right, sometimes I feel like I don’t really know you. That’s not my problem, and I think you know that. You don’t open up, don’t trust. I don’t know why. I trust you with my life. Share everything. I'm like an open book around you. It’s not really asking too much for you to give me something similar back, is it?”
“No.” Milo took a long drink of his beer then leant his head back and sighed. “I try, Danny. It’s just not easy for me. I’m not talkative, or open. I’ll never be the type of person to sit down and have a heart to heart. I’m blunt, straight to the point. I’m always honest with you, about most things anyway.”
They fell into a silence while they both drank their beers, not really looking at each other, just quick glances every now and then.
“Can we talk about us now?”
Daniel met his eyes and sighed. “I thought I said no, like three times or something already.”
“I'm not letting you go.” Milo stared firmly into his eyes. “There’s something special between us, Daniel. It’s not just sex either.” Milo tapped his fingers on the table.
“No, it’s not. I love you and you love the job.”
“You love what you do too. That gorgeous thing sleeping upstairs is proof of how much you care about what you do.”
“That’s the fourth time you’ve referred to him like that. Pretty, beautiful, gorgeous.” Daniel smiled slyly.
“Well, I’d be lying if I said otherwise.”
“I can’t remember the last time you called me any of those things.” He tilted his head to the side and gave Milo a cheeky grin.
“Oh, you’re fishing for a compliment?” Milo winked at him and got a laugh in return. “You know I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ll ever see. You’re perfect. Beautiful. Stunning. Divine… I’m running out of words.”
“You need a dictionary. Go get one and come back later with more words to woo me with.”
“Woo? What are you? Some sixteenth century virginal damsel or something?” Milo opened his eyes wide and shook his head, listening to Daniel laugh loudly. Milo stood up, moving to his side and running his hand over Daniel’s head. Every little touch was like torture for him. “I’ve missed you.”
“You’ve missed fucking me.”
“Of course I have.” Milo leaned down, fisting his hand in Daniel’s hair and pulling his head back so he could see those green eyes and that firm mouth which was calling to him for a kiss.
“There’s other men you can use for sex. I don’t want to be one of those anymore.”
“You were never one of those, Danny.” Milo ran his finger down Daniel’s jaw. “You’ve always being more to me.” Milo lifted his leg, straddling Daniel’s thighs, and hovered above him, holding his chin firmly and staring into those sexy eyes.
“There’s always been others. It doesn’t work with just us two.”
“You’re enough for me. It’s you who needs more, Baby.” Milo smiled at the anger in Daniel’s eyes, and then kissed him—a deep, hard kiss which could only lead to more.
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