Just a Bit Dirty (Straight Guys #10)(27)

Shivering, Miles buried his face against Ian’s abs and quickly got himself off while Ian’s fingers played with his hair. He came with a high-pitched whine, the noise muffled by Ian’s warm skin.

The fingers in his hair still stroked it for a small while before Ian pulled away to straighten his clothes.

Miles opened his eyes and watched him dazedly, still feeling off after his orgasm. He wanted… He wanted Ian’s hands back on him.

Finished with his clothes, Ian looked at him. A strange expression flickered across his face.

“Come on,” he said roughly, taking Miles’s arm and hauling him up. He fixed Miles’s fly.

Mike just blinked at him. His mind felt… empty, but not in a bad way. He felt mellow, loose. He wanted to bury his face in the crook of Ian’s neck. He wanted to be held.

He didn’t want Ian to go.

His shook his head, trying to clear his head, unsure why he suddenly felt so damn needy.

Ian studied him with a slight frown, his eyes attentive.

Later, Miles would blame it on his brain still not working properly after his orgasm. Later, he would come up with dozens of reasons for why he’d done it.

But at that moment, he didn’t really have a reason. It just felt natural.

He wanted it.

Miles took half a step closer, pulled Ian’s head down, and kissed him softly on the lips.

Ian inhaled sharply, but he didn’t push him away in disgust as Miles half-expected him to.

Encouraged, Miles gave him another soft peck, enjoying the way Ian’s stubble felt against his clean-shaven chin. Fuck, how could such an innocent kiss feel so good?

“My!”

Wide-eyed, Miles flinched away from Ian and whirled around.

Liam was peeking into the bathroom, his blue eyes wide and wary as they flickered between Miles and Ian. “My mine,” the little boy mumbled, his thumb in his mouth.

Miles felt a grin split his face. It was the first time he’d actually heard Liam talk since their first meeting. He hadn’t even been sure Liam knew how to talk. Hearing the boy actually form sentences, no matter how grammatically incorrect, was beyond encouraging. It was also very encouraging that Liam didn’t seem to mistake him for his mother anymore and knew his name. At least Miles assumed that “My” meant “Miles.”

He looked back at Ian, wanting to see Ian’s reaction, but Ian’s expression was absolutely inscrutable. He wasn’t even looking at his son. He was looking at Miles.

Miles felt his face become warm.

Um. Right. The kiss.

Finally, Ian glanced at his watch and said, “I have to go. I’m already late.” He strode past Miles, raking his hand through Liam’s dark hair as he passed him. “Goodbye, son. You can have Miles all to yourself until I’m back.”

The little boy glared at his father’s back before rushing to Miles’s side and grabbing his hand in a distinctly possessive manner. It would be ridiculously adorable if it weren’t a little disturbing.

“Your dad wasn’t hurting me,” Miles said gently, sinking to his knees to look the boy in the eye. “We’re friends, and friends touch each other. Okay?”

Liam looked at him skeptically and said nothing.

“Now I know you can talk, so you will talk, mate,” Miles said, leaning in to kiss the boy’s nose before thinking better of it. He’d just sucked a cock—the boy’s father’s cock—and he should really wash his mouth first.

“In the future, when the adults are… talking in another room, I want you to knock, okay?”

Liam tugged at his hand. “Play!”

Sighing and figuring that it had been too much to hope that the boy would understand what he was saying, Miles let Liam tug him out of the bathroom.

At least Liam was talking again.

That was the important part, not what had happened before it.





Chapter 10


Miles spent the day in something of a daze, his stomach in knots. Would Ian be angry? Annoyed with him? After all, it was one thing to let a guy suck his cock, and completely another when that guy started giving him unsolicited kisses.

Miles still wasn’t sure what had possessed him to kiss Ian. He could only vaguely remember it feeling right at the time. Now, away from Ian and his blue eyes, it felt surreal. He couldn’t believe he’d done it.

So he was kind of dreading Ian’s return home. His stomach felt funny, his palms were clammy, and he flinched at every sound. It was as nerve-wracking as it was ridiculous. Just a short while ago, he had thought that he might be asexual. Now he was a total wreck over a man. It would be hilarious if it weren’t stressing him out so much.

Obviously Miles had worked himself up so much that when Ian actually returned home, it was almost anticlimactic.

Ian had his eyes only on his son as he entered Liam’s playroom. He didn’t even seem to notice Miles as he picked Liam up and asked him about his day. As usual, Liam just shook his head or nodded at his father’s questions, his gaze downcast. He didn’t make a sound.

If the kiss hadn’t happened, Miles would have definitely tried to make the kid talk to his dad—he’d been pretty talkative with Miles all day—but as things stood, he felt too self-conscious to attempt that.

So he silently picked up Liam’s toys, putting them back into the huge box in the corner of the room.