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Chapter seven

Miles

K neeling beside the couch and kissing Shane, where only a few minutes before a group of people had been playing silly games, I was blissed out. Shane had an amazing dick, and I’d maybe, possibly, come hands-free while blowing him. What did you expect when the cock of my dreams was mine to enjoy?

Shane reached a hand up to card his fingers through my hair with the softest of touches, murmuring against my lips, “Want me to return the favor?”

He was laying down on the purple velvet seat, so I had to pull back to reply. “That’s okay, I’m good.”

My lips met his again, hoping Shane wouldn’t notice I was long past needing his assistance. Parting his lips, Shane licked at the seam of mine and I gladly let him in. Before we were tentative, exploring what the other would do, then gentle in our post-orgasm glow. This kiss was more sensual, and my dick tried to perk up—until it met the wet patch. Down boy .

Wanting to deepen the kiss further, maybe see if I could feel more of Shane than I had before, I reached out to grab ahold of his hip and he turned toward me. Shane’s pants were still half down, and I was able to run my fingers down his lightly furred thigh. I hadn’t asked to feel him up, and his tongue was highly distracting, so I stilled my hand where his skin ended and jeans started. Shane licked into my mouth and found a sensitive spot on my upper palate no one had ever touched before. How did I have a previously untouched erogenous zone? Maybe it was Shane, and he had all the keys to getting me off.

A vibration went through my fingertips, and I chalked it up to the electric tingling of our connection. Until it stopped and started multiple times. Moving my hand a few inches lower, my mouth detached from Shane’s, and he whined in complaint. The vibrations were centered in his pocket.

“I think your phone is ringing.”

“Is that an innuendo?” Shane leaned up to nip at my lower lip. “Because it might take me a few to recover, but I’m happy to try for round two.”

“I’m down, but…” Pulling his phone from the pocket it was half hanging out of, I opened my eyes and held it up with a smirk, “I mean your literal cell phone.”

Shane blinked his eyes a few times, like he was still coming back to the land of rational thought—and I gave myself an internal pat on the back for sucking his brains out—before turning to see the screen light up in my hand. I couldn’t see the screen, but Shane’s eyes widened at whatever he saw before sitting up abruptly and snatching it out of my hand.

“What the hell?” Shane frowned as he dismissed the call and put in a passcode. I rose to my feet, hoping my hands covered the wet spot on my pants. Shane didn’t look my way, though. Getting up to right his pants, he tucked his glorious dick away and surprised me, answering when the phone rang again. He spoke in stops and starts, half a language I didn’t understand, and I only caught a few words, “Hello, what’s– no . Tatang ? …Tae. Where? …I’ll be right there.”

“Is everything okay?”

“No,” Shane grunted a reply, but he barely spared me a glance. I could hear moans and laughter from down the hall, but I felt alone. My usually hidden vulnerability reared its head when Shane started for the exit.

“Did I do something?”

Stopping before he reached the door, Shane turned and walked back. He cupped my face and gave me a quick, chaste kiss, the simple touch lighting my body up all over again.

“You were perfect. But I have to go. I’m so sorry. Let the hosts know?”

He looked back and forth between my eyes and bit his lip before I nodded, which triggered the loss of his touch when Shane resumed his way out the door without a backward glance. His words should reassure me, and the phone call sounded like something terrible happened, but I still felt a little like I’d been rejected.

One week later…

I t was odd going back to my normal life after the game night. Like, ten minutes with Shane’s dick had rocked the foundation of my world. I was despondent over only getting to blow him. I just knew if we’d gone further, I would have loved Shane claiming my ass. I tried playing with my toys, but they were even less satisfying than before.

How could a piece of cold silicone compare to a living, breathing man?

Short answer: it couldn’t.

After Shane left, I sat there overthinking every touch until some of the others returned and I could tell them Shane had left and I wasn’t staying either. Cielo and Roman found it hilarious when I’d explained how Shane and I had our own scene, and then I’d been left like the prince in Cinderella.

Hell, I didn’t even have a condom to try on random guys to see if it fit.

If I was honest, it wasn’t only his dick I liked. Shane had been sweet and sexy all over. From his words to his smile, and damn, those drugging kisses. I’d broken down and looked Shane up after getting his job title out of Roman when Cielo didn’t know. He didn’t have social media, only a long list of professional accolades and an email address at his company. No way was I going to email and ask if I could have another seven minutes in heaven where his boss might have access. I wanted to see Shane again but was hitting a roadblock.

There were commissions to fulfill, but I found myself doodling Shane’s gorgeous beast from memory. Also, his strong, veiny arms, thick thighs, and full lips. I was distracted and on a deadline, but I couldn’t shake my longing to focus.

When an email from my editor at the SF News came in, asking if I had my usual weekly comic strip ready, I took in the drawings before me. An idea hit me like a lightbulb over my head, and I pulled up a blank page on my drawing program. Two characters started to form: a tall, broad-shouldered, Asian-American man with a large bulge in his sweats and a sexy smirk who I named, “Big,” and the rainbow-haired twink with two-colored eyes called, “Milo.”

No one ever said I was good at creative names.

My character had been a constant for years, though the hair sometimes changed just like mine did, and Milo was known for his zany and homoerotic hijinks. Milo was a gay man in San Francisco, and I had been making commentary on the community through my thinly veiled look-alike for years. Here was my chance to get my angst over Shane out and also be productive. The drawings flowed, and I sat back to see the sun had set while I’d been adding color.

Milo set the scene on his knees in a medieval prince costume, literal heart eyes for Big, who stood over him, cupping Milo’s face with his ass to the viewer. Both had a shared thought bubble: “ This is love .”

Giggling to myself at the over-the-top sentiment, I was immensely glad Shane would never see this. After that was a panel with Milo chasing Big, who ran off while pulling up his pants. “ I must go. Farewell! ”

The next panel featured Milo looking morosely at a row of dildos with the root of his problems over his head, “ If only I could find the dick to fit my hole… ” The box right after it had Big looking sad, “ I’ll never find someone to love me and my giant dick…”

Finishing it off with Milo bent over and a smirking Shane— umm , Big —behind him, I couldn’t help drawing the perfect happily ever after. Milo exclaimed, “ It’s a perfect fit! ” and hearts filled the rest of the frame.

With a second check for spelling and a cleanup of my lines, I sent it off to my editor and hoped it helped cure my lonely heart, if not my empty hole.