| Title: Brooding California Author: Priscilla Chapter 11: Complicated "Milo." I said again to myself as if I was expecting him to be just a figment of my imagination and not a real human being standing in front of me. That notorious smirk broke out on his face and he nodded, eyeing me curiously as I stood there staring at him. "That's me. Hey, you gonna help me or just stand there and gawk?" His words made me snap back to reality and I smiled. I slowly walked over to him and placed one of his strong arms around my shoulders so that I could help him walk. We went in through the back entrance of the club and I sat him on a nearby chair. The place was dimly lit but I heard voices coming from the back so hopefully my band mates were still there. "Um, I'm gonna look for the guys and see if there's anything to help fix you up. I'll be right back." I said quickly dodging any kind of eye contact with Milo. "Ok," he said and then sort of paused, "It's really nice to see you Annie." He finished. I nodded my head and left the room. Once down the hall I rested my head against the wall and tried to calm myself down. Its no big deal Annie, all you have to do is take him to the doctor, have him fixed up, thank him and send him on his merry way. I snorted sarcastically to myself, if only it were that easy. Pushing myself off of the wall I made my way to the club's kitchen. Off course my band mates were there, when did they ever pass up a chance to eat? "Hey Annie, where you been?" Mike asked in between a mouthful of some kind of sandwich. "Around. Hey did you guys pack up already?" I asked nonchalantly, while pushing my hair away from my eyes. It would be a bitch to have to pack up all our gear after practically dragging Milo earlier. My shoulder was killing me. �Nah, we did that shit earlier, before going to the club. We�re all set to go back to the hotel. I nodded my head, the gears in my mind working frantically to figure out where Milo was gonna sleep that night. Couldn�t leave him with the guys, lord knows they�d kill each other before tomorrow morning. All right, I guess he�ll just have to stay with me. �You guys can go, I still have stuff to take care of.� �Alright, see you tomorrow.� Mike said before they all made their way out to the Jeep with tinted windows waiting outside. I thought about how I was gonna get home and then decided to call my limo driver. He�d said he�d be there in ten minutes, tops. Good, that gave me time to make Milo look somewhat less disheveled. Making my way back down to where I�d left Milo, I was mentally preparing myself for that drive back to the hotel. I knew that there were way too many things that we needed to talk about, but I just wasn�t ready to do it. God knows that I�ve had a long time to think about how I felt towards him, or if I felt anything at all, and maybe now was the time to own up to those feelings or the lack of them. But it hurt, and I am so fucking tired of hurting. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I walked back into the semi darkness. �I�d thought you�d gone home and left me here.� Milo said with a straight face, but his eyes twinkled with humor. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. �Listen, we gotta get out of here, the manager wants to close down. I called my driver so he can take us back to my hotel.� �What the hell for? I have my own place, Annie.� �I kind of figured that but you have some pretty bad injuries, could even have some broken ribs.� �So what? I�m a big boy, I can take care of myself.� �God, Milo would you stop being such an asshole I�m trying to help you! Its common fucking sense that you don�t leave someone whose badly injured unattended. You could have internal bleeding or a goddamed concussion for all you know.� �Alright, fine mom.� He answered sulkily. I sent him a look that could have killed him. If looks could only do that..... I was about to say something about the way it was going to be at the hotel when I heard the limo�s horns beeping. �C�mon, that�s our ride.� I said once again putting most of Milo�s weight on me as we made our way out the front entrance. I said goodbye to the manager of the club as we went out the door. My driver came around the side of the limo and helped me put Milo into his seat comfortably before we drove off. About fifteen minutes later, we arrived in front of the Terrace Hotel. It�s funny, but Milo hadn�t uttered a word to me the entire time, yet I could practically feel that was he dieing to say something. I stepped out of the backseat first and called Max, my driver, over to help with Milo again. He helped me bring him all the way up to my room and sat him on one of the sofas in the small, but nice looking living room. �Thanks Max.� I said before slipping a fifty-dollar bill into his pocket. He tried to hand it back to me but I wouldn�t take it. He left shaking his head and offering us a good night. When I walked back into the living room, Milo was standing in front of the large window looking down of the city. �Nice place you got here.� He commented, turning around to face me. I took a moment to study him. You know those people that you meet early in life and then you meet them later and they don�t seem like they�d aged a day since the last time you saw them? Milo�s one of those. He was twenty-four now and looked exactly like I remembered him. Well, minus the bulging biceps. The years have been good to this boy..... �Yeah I guess, as well as hotel rooms are concerned.� I finally replied, he nodded his head as if he completely understood my comment. �I know what you mean. Life�s not the great for an actor either.� �How�s Miriam?� I asked, remembering my brief friendship with his sister. I�d felt so bad after I left their home that day, for not properly saying goodbye to her. But then what was I going to say? Sorry Miriam but I was in love with your brother and he lied to me so often that now I don't even know the truth so now I gotta leave, see you around? That wouldn�t have worked. She would have unintentionally barged up to Milo and blabbed about how I felt about him which would of made everything ten times worst. No thanks. �She�s good, actually producing some movies and stuff. I think she�d like to hear from you though, the letter you left her.... guess it left a whole bunch of unanswered questions.� I nodded my head as it sunk in. Call Miriam, check. �C�mon, let�s get you cleaned up.� I said motioning for him to follow me. I told him to sit on the toilet lid as I looked through my medicine cabinet for some disinfectant and a couple of band-aids. "Some of these are pretty bad." I said as I finished cleaning up the worst of his cuts, one right above his right eyebrow. He winced as I applied the alcohol to the still bleeding cut, but unfortunately for him, it was all I had. I applied the band-aid to it and stepped back to observe my work. Not bad, not bad at all. Then I remembered that he probably had a couple of broken ribs which I'd conveniently had forgotten about until now. "How are your ribs?" I asked, feeling just a little self-conscious as I got a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit, but then I had good reasons didn�t I? �I�ll be pissing blood tomorrow, but other than that I�m just peachy.� I let out an exasperated sigh and ran a hand back through my hair in an attempted to calm myself down. I wanted to kick him at this moment. �All right well, I have to see if they are broken so I can wrap them up.� I said matter-of-fatly. He looked up at me, I guess, to see if I was serious. Seeing that I was, he started peeling off his sweater. I dreaded what I knew was under there; because it was making my heart thump faster, because my temperature was most definitely rising, and because I was not in the least bit phased by it. Once his sweater was off, I don�t know, but I can honestly tell you I blanked out for a second or two. He was perfect; the exact image of brooding masculinity. Thick well-muscled arms that gave way to strong capable hands. A hard muscled chest that gave way to immensely well-shaped abs... Regaining some of my composure, I bent down to get a better look at his side. There was a definite bluish-purple mark on the left side of his rib cage that made me wonder why he wasn�t crying at my feet like an infant. I know I would be. I gingerly pressed a finger down on the spot where I thought the break had taken place and Milo jumped three feet. �Holy fucking shit Annie!� He yelled. �I�m sorry, I�m sorry, I�m sorry.� I repeated over and over instinctively running a hand back through his hair to calm him down. Our eyes locked for that moment and I held my breath as he gently caressed the side of my face with his palm. I closed my eyes as he brought his lips down to mine. When we broke apart, I could swear my world was spinning...but that couldn�t be completely true, Milo�s arms were keeping me tightly locked against him. He pulled back slightly, and grabbed my hand in his. �C�mon.� He said as he pulled me into my bedroom. Time seemed to slow as Milo gently helped me remove my clothing and I helped him with his. I wasn�t prepared for this, didn�t think that I wanted it this bad, but the way my body�s reacting to him is a testament to the emotions he�s creating. My eyes were glued to his as he laid me down on the bed and kissed me softly before turning back to where his pants lay in a heap. I was confused at first, then I saw the flicker of the gold wrapper and realized he had gone back to get a condom. He turned his back to me as he put it on, but when I he turned around I almost gasped at the mere size of him. Slowly he crossed the room, and crawled his way up to me. Milo began his exploration of me by taking one taught nipple in his warm mouth and fondling the other. The sensation was unbelievable and I moaned in response. He smiled as he moved lower down my body. Pushing my legs open, he kissed my wet raw flesh, open-mouthed, tongue probing, licking, exploring. He avoided my clit though, running his tongue slowly along my folds, pushing deep inside me, drinking like a thirsty man. I thrusted my hips at him in the hope of increasing the stimulation but he ignored my actions and continued to lick me slowly. When at last he lapped at my clit I flinched with surprise. He used the tip of his tongue to tease it gently, then left it alone again. I couldn�t stop myself from screaming, but Milo just sucked on my labia instead, tugging with his teeth, until I calmed down a little. He returned to my central nub, flattening his tongue and grinding at it until I started shaking. I raised my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him close, but Milo shook his head and gently turned me over so that I was facing the headboard. His hands roamed over my belly and breasts before he pinched my nipples hard between thumb and forefinger making me groan with pleasure, pressing back against him. This time he didn�t disappoint me. My knees turned to mush as I felt him enter me in one swift thrust. Over and over my breath comes in heated gasps as he pushes deeper and deeper with each strong thrust. Suddenly he stops and turned me over yet again before plunging deeply into my wet heat. �I wanna watch you come.� Milo explained, before raising his body up and looking down to watch his glistening cock sliding in and out of me, reflecting back at him in heated red and purple hues. He settled deep inside me when he came, howling with release as our bodies convulsed with uncontrollable pleasure. |