Chapter 3
When Milo regained some of his senses he was draped over Robert. His head was pillowed on his chest, and one leg drawn up and over Robert’s. He liked that a lot. Robert had arranged him and now held him close. Milo ran a hand down through the soft hair on Robert’s chest and opened his eyes. He could see that Robert was still hard and guilt hit him. He had left the man unsatisfied. He felt awkward. What was the etiquette in such a situation? Did he expect the same? Could he even do that? He rubbed Robert’s belly as he pondered the situation. As usual, the link between his brain and his mouth disconnected and the words that emerged bore no relation to what he was thinking and feeling.
“I suppose you expect me to do something with that?” he said and patted his hand awkwardly over
