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Chapter Eighteen -- The Person Inside You
"What happened to your hair?" Milo asked him the moment he set foot out of the building.
He was dressed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, so Sebastian took a moment to admire the young man's muscular legs. Too bad his arms were partially covered, but it looked like Milo enjoyed wearing comfortable clothes.
Sebastian ran one hand through his hair and stared, all puzzled, for a moment, at the thing he extracted from it. Apparently, it was a bay leaf. "We tried to cook."
"You and Tani?" Milo asked and gave him a cursory look. "That explains why you look like you just left a construction site. It must be flour on your clothes."
Sebastian looked down at his clothes and gasped. When had he become such a slovenly person? He was known for his impeccable manners and attire as the Prince of Ifigia. "I must go change."
"Not yet." Milo stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Why didn't you pick up?"
He had to be talking about those calls. Sebastian kept his face away. "I was busy. It was quite a demanding dish, and I couldn't abandon what I was holding to answer your call." He winced at the end of that terrible lie.
"Hmm," Milo said instead of a proper reply. "That's pretty cringey, dude. I can tell you're lying."
Sebastian groaned before realizing that he should have kept that to himself. "How can you tell?" He turned to face Milo.
The green eyes twinkled. What right did he have to be so handsome and have such expressive eyes? This boy would be his doom, without a doubt.
"You're avoiding me, and I want to know why."
"We just haven't talked for several hours. I am not avoiding you," Sebastian argued.
"Are you being weird about what we did last night?" Milo moved closer.
Sebastian wanted to take a step forward and meet him halfway. No, he needed to take a step back.
He just froze in place. "Why would I do that?" he asked, but his voice didn't sound collected and cool as he desired.
Milo shrugged. "Dunno. But I'd like to find out."
"Please, just give me a couple of minutes to get changed, and I'll be right back with you," Sebastian said curtly.
He needed to get away from that scrutinizing stare that was making his stomach feel strange.
"Okay. But don't make me come after you," Milo said playfully and offered him another gorgeous smile.
He just nodded and hurried back into the building. A few minutes were everything he got to be able to come back with a proper and credible lie that wouldn't end up hurting anyone, and especially Milo.
***
He looked far more presentable when he faced Milo again. The young man surprised him by hooking one arm over his shoulders and making him walk side by side. "I thought you wanted us to go job hunting for you this Saturday."
"Oh, right, right, of course," he mumbled.
There had to be something particularly strange about the natural rules governing this world because Milo's arm felt slightly heavy on his shoulders, and yet his feet were light, and he was sprinting over the sidewalk.
The silence stretched between them. "Milo," he began.
"Was my cum weird?" Milo asked him at the same time.
"What?" Sebastian didn't know what he meant by that until he remembered some rather bawdy titles of videos he had watched. "No, as I told you, it was quite... tasty."
"You hesitated," Milo pointed out.
Not for the reasons he imagined. Sebastian was just struggling to find more commonly used words so that he could sound more like Kai.
"I'm telling the truth," he countered. "I haven't tasted others', but yours was truly good."
"You're just saying," Milo replied and moved his head away.
Once again, a delicious shade of pink was coloring his handsome cheeks.
"I certainly am not," Sebastian protested. "I would like to have it every day, that good it was."
"For real?" Milo stared at him.
It was hard to meet his gaze, but Sebastian wanted nothing more but to make it clear to this wonderful boy that his seed was the most fantastic thing he had tasted in his life. "Yes, for real," he said with determination.
"Ugh, you're driving me nuts," Milo huffed.
How could he not be happy with that answer? Sebastian began pondering whether some other reply was actually expected of him when he was suddenly pushed into an adjacent narrow alleyway between two high buildings.
And then, his back met a wall, and warm lips came hard on his, crushing them gently. Milo's hands were soon in his hair, and they were kissing like they had only moments left to live. Even the way Milo kissed was so different from everything Sebastian remembered. How frustrating it felt to have so much experience bedding men and yet feel inadequate in relation to this young man.
Yet, even this frustration had a sweet tone to it, a gentleness he couldn't fight, his arms heavy against the stream of dark honey pouring through his veins.
Milo interrupted the kiss shortly and breathed hard while pressing his forehead against Sebastian's. "Ever since I confessed, everything's so different," he whispered. "Did my words change you into someone else? Did I change?"
Sebastian caressed Milo's face and then dropped his hands on his strong shoulders. "You're wonderful," he said, lacking the right words to blurt out the truth. Milo would just think he was lying.
"Oh gawd, you even know what to say to make me feel..." He stopped and shook his head slowly. "Argh, I don't know what the hell I'm saying."
"Try, nonetheless."
