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Authors: Nicole Colville
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worked up. He liked to keep his private life separate from work, but the last twenty four hours had been a constant struggle.
All he wanted to do when he finished work last night was to drive over and talk to Daniel, but then he wouldn’t be there, would he? He’d spent all night at the hospital and the next day running around after the little prick.
Okay, so Milo was jealous and that wasn’t going to help him keep calm. He got jealous over Daniel all the time, but he very rarely showed it to him. He kept that inside, because if he showed Daniel how possessive he was then it would open up a whole different can of worms. Like how Milo felt for him, and until yesterday, Milo had no plans to ever tell Daniel just how much he loved him.
He didn’t think he should have to. Six years was a long time, how could he not be in love with him? Anyone who spent a day in Daniel’s presence fell for him. Milo was only human, he had feelings. He hid them well, but they were there. How cruel and cold did Daniel think he was?
He strode around to the kitchen door at the back of the house, opening it without knocking like he always did, and took off his cap, resting it on the table. The TV was on and the kitchen was in a real state. That was one thing which grated on Milo’s nerves. How difficult was it to keep the place clean? Honestly. Daniel was hardly ever at home, but he could make an effort a few hours a week to keep up with the housework.
Milo’s own house was clinical and clean, just the way he liked it . Living here… It made him shudder. No matter how many times he and Daniel talked about the housework, they always hit a brick wall. Milo didn’t clean. He was happy keeping up to it, like rinsing his plates off and putting them in the dishwasher, or ironing a shirt for work, but this went way beyond a simple dusting and straightening up.
“I see the cleaner took the week off.” Milo stopped when he came face to face with the blond runaway sitting on the sofa and looking like he was about to pass out from blood loss. “Oh right. Yeah, of course. The runaway.” Milo walked up to him, standing firmly in front of him and putting all six feet two of his height to good use by towering over the little thing curled up on the sofa. “Where’s Daniel Harris?”
“Out.” His little voice made Milo feel ever so slightly sorry for him, but not enough.
“I’ve been looking for you. I just got back from the hospital and found out you’d run away. We’re talking, young man. And don’t even think about—”
The blond was just a blur of hair as he sped past him, making it out of the front door with Milo fast on his heels. Milo paused when a car narrowly missed the runaway. “Shit!” He didn’t want him dead, just sitting still while he got some answers.
“Samuel, stop running. I just want to talk to you.” Milo jumped over a short fence, speeding after him as fast as he could, but the kid was running like his life depended on it.
Milo almost had him in his grasp, but Samuel jumped over a wall, dropping ten feet to the ground, not even pausing before he started running again. Milo wasn’t eighteen, and he wasn’t jumping down there.
“Samuel! Stop!” Milo watched him run into a small shopping plaza as he took off down the path and followed him—blaming Daniel all the way for his morning run.
One short talk with the building’s security manager, and Milo had Samuel’s position on the closed circuit surveillance cameras. He’d made it outside at the rear of the building, but he wasn’t alone. Daniel was with him. What the fuck? Milo made his way through the small shopping centre, making it outside and heading for the last position they were seen in the parking lot. He spotted them easily. Daniel was holding him, whispering into his ear and trying to calm him.
“Daniel!”
They looked at each other, then Samuel turned to see him and tried to run again, but Daniel held him against him.
“For Christ’s
All he wanted to do when he finished work last night was to drive over and talk to Daniel, but then he wouldn’t be there, would he? He’d spent all night at the hospital and the next day running around after the little prick.
Okay, so Milo was jealous and that wasn’t going to help him keep calm. He got jealous over Daniel all the time, but he very rarely showed it to him. He kept that inside, because if he showed Daniel how possessive he was then it would open up a whole different can of worms. Like how Milo felt for him, and until yesterday, Milo had no plans to ever tell Daniel just how much he loved him.
He didn’t think he should have to. Six years was a long time, how could he not be in love with him? Anyone who spent a day in Daniel’s presence fell for him. Milo was only human, he had feelings. He hid them well, but they were there. How cruel and cold did Daniel think he was?
He strode around to the kitchen door at the back of the house, opening it without knocking like he always did, and took off his cap, resting it on the table. The TV was on and the kitchen was in a real state. That was one thing which grated on Milo’s nerves. How difficult was it to keep the place clean? Honestly. Daniel was hardly ever at home, but he could make an effort a few hours a week to keep up with the housework.
Milo’s own house was clinical and clean, just the way he liked it . Living here… It made him shudder. No matter how many times he and Daniel talked about the housework, they always hit a brick wall. Milo didn’t clean. He was happy keeping up to it, like rinsing his plates off and putting them in the dishwasher, or ironing a shirt for work, but this went way beyond a simple dusting and straightening up.
“I see the cleaner took the week off.” Milo stopped when he came face to face with the blond runaway sitting on the sofa and looking like he was about to pass out from blood loss. “Oh right. Yeah, of course. The runaway.” Milo walked up to him, standing firmly in front of him and putting all six feet two of his height to good use by towering over the little thing curled up on the sofa. “Where’s Daniel Harris?”
“Out.” His little voice made Milo feel ever so slightly sorry for him, but not enough.
“I’ve been looking for you. I just got back from the hospital and found out you’d run away. We’re talking, young man. And don’t even think about—”
The blond was just a blur of hair as he sped past him, making it out of the front door with Milo fast on his heels. Milo paused when a car narrowly missed the runaway. “Shit!” He didn’t want him dead, just sitting still while he got some answers.
“Samuel, stop running. I just want to talk to you.” Milo jumped over a short fence, speeding after him as fast as he could, but the kid was running like his life depended on it.
Milo almost had him in his grasp, but Samuel jumped over a wall, dropping ten feet to the ground, not even pausing before he started running again. Milo wasn’t eighteen, and he wasn’t jumping down there.
“Samuel! Stop!” Milo watched him run into a small shopping plaza as he took off down the path and followed him—blaming Daniel all the way for his morning run.
One short talk with the building’s security manager, and Milo had Samuel’s position on the closed circuit surveillance cameras. He’d made it outside at the rear of the building, but he wasn’t alone. Daniel was with him. What the fuck? Milo made his way through the small shopping centre, making it outside and heading for the last position they were seen in the parking lot. He spotted them easily. Daniel was holding him, whispering into his ear and trying to calm him.
“Daniel!”
They looked at each other, then Samuel turned to see him and tried to run again, but Daniel held him against him.
“For Christ’s
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