In a way Milton felt like his time with Clayton and Bellamy prepared him for this time with Evan. Clayton…as close to a brother as he could be…besides the whole sexing that went on between them. He did show Milton how to care about someone that was different from him. By how loving he was and open with his feelings. Bellamy taught him how to love. How to put someone before himself…even if his ex didn’t believe that to be true. And maybe it felt better to return to his cold existence, protected from feeling and the pain that came with it. But this felt too good to pull away. Especially when Evan blushed so sweetly at the praise of how cute he could be. Adorable big puppy he was. “No. But it does feel good to have a shadow here when the work is done. I mean I’ve been here in your arms for less than half an hour and I barely even notice the pain in my shoulder or the guy that gave it to me…I mean I feel it but it’s not the center of my attention.”

He was glad to hear the deal went over with Evan’s seal of approval. Want it to work for them both. Having his reasons for not wanting to let tower life leak into what they had here. “I mean we can still talk about our days. Shitty or pleasant as it may be. I’m invested in your life and want to know all I can about you…I just don’t want the tower to ruin things…like it has before.” But he didn’t want to go too deep into that. Not when the mood was on an uplift. Sure he wasn’t naive to believe things would be perfect but he could do his best to keep it together. “See? How am I ever going to run from a guy who says sweet things like that? Especially since I know I’ll gray that head up soon enough.”

“Well if something isn’t a little scary it’s usually not worth the effort.” Evan wasn’t the only one afraid of this. Though maybe their fears originated for different reasons. He learned through he last relationship that these things were never easy, even when the person shares your love of death and violence. So he knew he would need to make a greater effort for Evan. To ensure he knew that Milton wasn’t just here for convenience or to fill a space that was now empty. Milton wanted Evan. Not for his body or sex (though both were sure bonuses), he was happy just being in the company of someone who didn’t raise the usual red flags. “But I’ve already told you how cute you are when get all overprotective of me. Whether I need it or not doesn’t matter. The fact you care enough to protect me is what matters the most.” Leaning into return another kiss, settling completely against Evan’s hard body. The warmth fully restored in the water now that they settled the doubt either might’ve been feeling.

“How about we make a deal? From here on out this place is home base. Meaning here nothing outside of this suite matters. Not my ex being boss, or you being a guard, or me being an asset assassin…here it’s just you and me. Evan and Milton. Where we can take relaxing baths together after a long day of work, steamy showers…” Biting into his lip, mentally replaying their last shower together and how it turned into one hot night in Evan’s bed. “…or just laying together while I pick out whatever gray hair I’ve given you next.” He tease as he looked up to Evan’s bun and pretended he might’ve seen one. A facade he broke with a laugh and another kiss. “And if you ever feel that you need to step in before I say something then I’ll trust your judgement in the situation. And will tell you anything you ask of me honestly.” A promise made while he knew he still held onto two secrets Evan might want to know but Milton not ready to test just how much the guard was willing to accept.

Milton opened himself up to Evan. In more ways than one. Currently as the man started to buck up into his mouth he let his throat open to take him in. A wet gargle sound made as that thick muscle penetrated his throat, knowing the man was close to releasing. And Milton was willing and ready to take all of him. So when felt Evan tense beneath him and that first shot of warmth hit his throat he latched on. Letting Evan’s cock dump his load into his mouth while still being held so secure in his throat. He only eased up so he could swallow his seed without choking but he didn’t let even a drop go to waste. Lips secure on the head as he drank from the tip. And when he stopped shoot Milton slowly continued to suck him off. Moaning as he drank every bit of him as if he still wanted more. But the well was tapped for the moment. Pulling his head free to lick the man clean.

Once it was clear Evan had no more to give, for now, he rose up and turned his body. Coming to meet those silent lips with a sticky kiss, licking both their mouths clean. “My, my…I think I could get used to that…” Cum should all taste the same, right? Then why did he have such a growing appetite for the taste of Evan? Was it the sweetness of his seed or just the mere pleasure in brining the man to that peak that excited him so? They had been so soft and gentle with one another but Milton couldn’t seem to help himself as his mouth fell to Evan’s neck. Kissing at the skin before he mad a nip at flesh. Wanting to leave at least a small mark on the man that he was finding himself growing attached to.

He knew this was merely the first of many rounds for this night. But in that moment he felt content in just basking in the aftermath of Evan’s climax. Although he was still hard and pressing his cock into Evan’s waist as he laid at his side.

Milton felt the other with draw a bit. The way Evan’s hands didn’t respond to the touch of his fingers. Knowing the power of his own words. How easily they could be as sweet as a first kiss or sting like the bite of teeth. And even when ir wasn’t his goal to hurt often he found his honesty was colder than he intended. For a moment it almost felt as if the warmth had complete drained from the water. Almost to a chill, too cold for Milton to even hear some what was being said because he started to shiver. But that warmth returned when Evan’s tangled their fingers together again. It didn’t feel as if he was pulling away as much as trying to just make sense of what Milton was feeling. Sadly feelings was something Milton lacked when it came to showing them. He knew how to bring Bellamy a fresh kill or tied up traitor to show he cared. Ways that he felt wouldn’t have the same meaning with Evan. “It’s not that…” He finally spoke, locking their fingers together tightly. “….I know everything you say is real. You’ve never given me any reason to doubt you and I don’t see that ever being possible. But life happens. And you think there’s nothing I could ever do to make you judge me or would be too much but..”

It was his turn to break. In his words and from those eyes. Those eyes that looked at him like he was something innocent or pure. Eyes he didn’t deserve. “I can’t change who I am. I can only try to be more understanding of how you feel. But you have to know that even if I feel like running I’m not going anywhere. I can’t always say what I do will be right but I know that whatever I feel for you isn’t wrong.” His fingers slipped from Evan’s to come rest at his shoulders. Lowering himself a bit closer so he could force himself to look at nothing but those eyes. “You kept me from drowning. I could’ve gone back to being who I was before I was claimed…and at time I still have to. But I don’t feel like I have to be that way when I’m with you. I know I just got out of something pretty committed but that was my first time feeling like that for someone. So all this is still new to me too. But I’m along with you in this.”

Again Milton let the silence build till it was thick around them. To the point that all he could hear was the beating of Evan’s heart and the way his chest filled with air and exhaled. He knew he had to answer him but he also knew from the way the words fell from his tongue that these emotions were raw. And Milton would take care not to speak words that would either hurt or confuse. So he would only speak his truth as best he could. “Someone once told me that it was dangerous to fall for boys likes me. I understood what he meant but it was still sad to hear.” He rose up a bit, adjusting himself so that he could sit in Evan’s lap a bit. “Evan…I can’t help the way I am. There isn’t anything that has happened in my life that would tell me what ‘good timing’ even is. Life just happens and I figure out how to manage it as best I can.” He spoke without letting his eyes leave Evan’s. Hoping that the way the other looked at him wouldn’t change as he continued. “I’m not a good person. I’m cold…self serving…and sometimes cruel just because I can be. And I tend to draw myself to people who are more like me in that sense. And that’s why I fell so hard for Bellamy…and yes…why even now after he has declared I mean nothing to him I still do have some feelings that I honestly don’t know what to do with.”

It was then that the eye contact broke. Because Milton wasn’t even sure what he was feeling at that point. “But you’re not the only one that feels something here. But the way it makes you want to rush to my side and protect me…it makes me want to run and hide like it isn’t real.” Fear. That’s was what he was feeling. Fear always went so hand in hand with any degree of affection or attachment he felt for someone. “I’m an orphan, Evan. That means for some odd reason even my parents didn’t want me. And I went from one family to the next of people promising love only to return me when they were bored or had second thoughts. It’s a wound that never really heals. I just learn to pretend I don’t feel it anymore. But after being sent back again it’s still raw and fresh…so the more I want to be here with you the more I think about the past and how ever fiber of my being is telling me to run the other way.” As he spoke his hands had found their way to Evan’s. Holding on to him even as he spoke of running.

Something about the thought of Evan hunting him down excited him. In a way he had to resist the pulse that started to flow to his lower half. Just being in his company filled him with a wave of things he was afraid to even explore. Still licking his wounds from the last time he was this way about someone. But with each kiss of those lips against his aching skin he once again forgot to care about all that. “Unfair? How so?” He asked as a wet hand rose to meet Evan’s cheek. Fair was something Evan was never not. Always so understanding even when he wanted Milton while he still tried to figure out things with Bellamy. But there wasn’t anything for him to figure out. Like Deacon his ex master had closed the door on them without giving him a chance. Could he blame him? No. On some level Milton had to understand that he would always be seen as a viper. And that not even love would make a man like Bellamy trust him completely. Even when he did everything to stay loyal.

He giggled as they turned in the water. Settling with ease against Evan’s firm chest that offered just as much comfort as the water on his shoulder. Content to just lay there and enjoy his company. Then came a question Milton wasn’t sure how to answer. So he tried to be honest. “I don’t know…” Looking into Evan’s eyes but turning away as he laid his head against his chest. Silent for a moment as he tried to put his thoughts to words. “…it’s hard for me, Evan. I’ve been on my own since I was born. And each time I’ve put myself in the hands of someone to protect me I’ve only come to regret it in the end.” It wasn’t just Deacon or Bellamy, two men he’d never compare to the other. There were a string of friends and foster families that pushed Milton be cold and depend only on himself in the end. Even if it was a facade of armor he wore for protection. Lifting his head against he brought his eyes open. “I know you’re different. I know how much you want to keep me safe and away from every danger this place has to offer. But I’m unclaimed. I’m at the mercy of the tower. And on some level I have to learn how to manage that on my own.”

This was the first time Milton felt he could truly relax. Submerged in the warmth of the large tub was defiantly working to ease the pain of his shoulder. So he allowed himself to drift off a bit in a way he couldn’t had he been anywhere else in the tower. When you live in the dorms you always have to be alert even at night. Never knowing when some drunken associate comes around to snatch the first asset from the first bed he finds. Some might pretend they are unaware of the dangers of the towers but Milton was alert to everyone. He knew that even if he enjoyed the life of an asset it wasn’t an easy existence to be subjected to. So it felt good to have a place like this. A safe haven where he didn’t need to be on guard 24/7. And he was even able to enjoy the company of man he wanted to spend an obscene amount of time with. The only thing Milton had to really be on guard with was his heart, still under repairs.

Eyes closed he hadn’t become aware of Evan’s presence until the large body was lowering over him. Startled only because he was waking from a mild slumber but easily settled with a wide smile once he saw who disturbed him. It spoke volumes that Milton didn’t snap the way he normally did when being awoken from his sleep. All too happy to see Evan…even more so naked Evan. “Maybe. I was starting to think you forgot about me. Might’ve had to leave before I sat here and turned into a prune.” A clear lie as he knew wouldn’t leave this spot without seeing Evan first. As the guard lowered on him Milton rose his body a bit against the back of the tub. Maneuvering his legs in the space around them to wrap around Evan’s waist, accepting the weight of his body. Pulling him down into that kiss that was held off for far too long. Once their lips broke he side blissfully. “I guess I can forgive you for being late after that.”

It would be so easily to just give into Evan’s protection fully. Let the guard keep him safe from all dangers lurking within the tower. But Milton had made that mistake once before. He knew Bellamy could protect him and he easily submitted into the comfort of not having to worry. However problems kept coming and soon he was dropped back into the dorms without that sense of safety. He had to relearn the dangers and how best to manipulate them. Forge relationships with people to ensure his comfort and well being. He wasn’t at the place he was before being claimed and he knew it would take time before he felt at ease walking the halls. But he would get there on his own. With Evan close to his side. “Ok. And if I don’t then you can figure out someway to remind me of how much I like being under your protection…or just under you period.” Hand slipping slightly into Evan’s inner that to give his leg a caress. A tease for more to come later. Again having to resist the urge to kiss him with each sigh that left his lips. “That’s all I can ask. But I know your best is already above the rest.”

Milton watch Evan as he walked away. He was a good guy….the first in a long string of bad ones that Milton was always drawn to. Taking a moment to whisper a silent prayer to whoever was listening he hoped he wouldn’t fuck this up like all the others. Or that Evan wouldn’t come to hate him like Deacon or Bellamy when it all came crashing down. Pushing those thoughts out of his head he eased up from the chair and made his way to Evan’s suite. Using the spare key he was given for emergencies to enter. Stepping inside brought that wave of comfort he couldn’t have outside in the tower. Here he could let down his defenses knowing there was no danger that could reach him. Making his way to the bathroom he found it oddly exciting to be waiting here to greet Evan home from a day at work again. Running the water hot enough to be still a good temperature for the other when he returned. Taking time to shed away his clothes and undo his bandages while the tub filled. Stopping it just enough to leave room for their bodies without it overflowing. Once he was finally able to slip into the water he let out a sigh of sheer bliss. Hopefully Evan would arrive before he completely drifted off.

Milton was a boy who gained pleasure from the pleasure of others. An obedient pet to be used for another sexual whims was pretty much how most treated him. Not that he ever felt ‘used’ by any means. There was just something intoxicating about the way he could make someone reach their highest point of ecstasy by his hand…or mouth. So he could feel the way Evan’s body responded to his tongue. Hear the sweet serenade of sounds coming from Evan’s lips as he took the man past his own. Maybe he should slow down and pace himself but he was gluttonous with the way he fed on the muscle. And the drip of precum across his tongue only made it worse. Pulling Evan from his mouth to again behold the sight of it. A strong stroke pushing another drip from the slit of his cock that he slowly licked clean.

Fuck…it was sweet. But it was only a tease…he wanted more. Wanted to make Evan feel like he did. Wanted him feel what his patience was worth. To know that his retrain wasn’t in vain and that he didn’t need to hold back with Milton ever again. So he took the man down into his mouth again, not too deep, but enough that he could attend to the pleasure points of his cock. Working the majority of it in his mouth, over his tongue and against his cheek. With expert control that not a single tooth scratched the precious rod of flesh. The boy was hungry and it showed the way he moaned over the cock like it was a meal he’d been deprived of for too long. Sucking at the tip thirsty for more of Evan’s seed. And when he called out to Milton he knew he was close. But he ignored the warning.

“I want to taste you, Evan…” Taking a hard suck of the tip with soft finger stroked him into his mouth. “…cum for me baby…please…” he continued to plead before taking down the cock again. This time he would not release Evan until he had what he wanted. And sucked every drop of him clean. This might have been just the start of their night but Milton was too impatient to deny himself this taste any longer.

Milton wanted to stress the fact that he didn’t need protection. So used to taking care of himself he never felt the need to concern others with his troubles. Something he struggled with when being claimed and even having his own bodyguard. Even now he knew that he was keeping things from Evan that he probably needed to know for Milton safety. Bellamy’s accusations, his deal with Duncan but it was his natural withhold secrets. Not for the purpose of lying but controlling the situation. Knowing that Evan being aware of either secret could sour this thing between them. A thing he was still trying to define but knew enough that he didn’t want to lose it. So he would have to do what he needed to protect it. “Next time something bad like this happens I’ll text you first. Just promise me that if I tell you I’m okay you won’t come rushing to find me.” His head falling to his fingers that fell to Evan’s lap. “I don’t want your need to protect me to interfere with your role in the tower. I’m sure you have enough eyes on you as it is…” The last thing he wanted was for their situation to hurt Evan’s position here. Because it could be something that led to him losing him.

The tone of things lightened up at the acceptance of his request. Not that he felt Evan would turn him down. Knowing he was always invited but also knowing that he didn’t want to get in the way of Evan’s daily life. He smiled up, resisting the urge to kiss him right then and there. He could be a little patient till they were in his suite. “As if I would turn down the offer of a hot bath with you…” Mind still playing the shower they shared in his head. Though he probably shouldn’t get too excited when he should be recovering. But he had a feeling not even a busted shoulder could keep him off the guy. “I could just had down to your suite while you finish up your shift? Get the bath ready for you to join me.”

He started to nod when Milton promised to text him next time, but he kind of paused when he was asked to promise not to go right to him. Evan sighed, watching as the other lowered his head to his lap, bringing a hand to rub along his upper back. All the while mindful of the bad shoulder, and trying to not pay too much attention to how good it felt to have his head in his lap, as well as what it might’ve started to stir as a result. Again he sighed, but one of acceptance. He knew he didn’t have to be as protective as he was starting to become, and he knew he would have to rein that in to the times when the other really needed him. Not at every turn. “Alright... I promise... Just please, make sure I get that text, or if you need to get to a safe place, you already know you can go to my suite.” He opened his mouth to say he din’t have a problem with staying on a job, but if that were true, he’d still be at the prison and not there with Milton. So he just nodded without much of a comment. “I’ll do my best,” he promised in a near whisper.

Part of Milton didn’t want to admit how good it felt when Evan was close. How much the pain dulled when their skin touched and he could just bask in his warmth. After all that happened with Bellamy he swore he wouldn’t get attached to anyone else. That it would all be business as usual and nothing more. And maybe in the beginning that was his aim for Evan, to be just another means of keeping him safe. But it was a short lived ploy. Ever since that first kiss he knew he was drawn to him. And it wasn’t so much the sexual attraction as it was the selfless way he protected Milton. Doing things he didn’t have to but wanted to without asking for anything in return. Funny how asking for nothing only made Milton want to give him more. “I know.” Said as a hand came to stroke against the hairs of Evan’s cheek. “But you’re cute when you’re all concerned for my well being. So I promise to keep you in the loop of things like this next time.”

Maybe he should be more mindful of how close they were. Between the tower gossip and knowing Evan wasn’t the only person who spied on others through the security camera. But he didn’t really care. Right now Evan was his only focus. So it was easy to see something was going on in that head of his. A train of thought he cut off with a ‘nevermind’ as if Milton would just let it go. “Doctor said I’ll probably be unable to work for a week. So…” He started to say something coy or playful like ‘think of anywhere I could go’ or ‘I might need to find some personal nurse to look after me’ but instead he disregard his normal tactics for direct honest. “…I’d like to come stay with you while I recover.” He wanted to talk more about what Evan stopped himself from saying. But didn’t feel as safe with such a topic unless they were in the safe haven of Evan’s suite.

The guard pressed into the hand at his cheek gently, wanting more of that touch. It was the natural way for him to respond to the other anymore, drawn to the closeness of him, especially now that they didn’t have to concern themselves with boundaries. He laughed slightly, being called cute over his protective ways. Or being called cute at all, it wasn’t among the usual words that described him but then being as protective over Milton as he was wasn’t a very usual thing for him. Outside of family or long time friends, or something. “That’s all I ask,” he breathed out. “I can’t be the last to know. When you’re hurt, I want... I need to see for myself that you’ll be okay. I want to be there for you. I can’t help you if I don’t know.” For as big as he was, and for being an associate, he wasn’t all that controlling. He didn’t crave power like most of the others, but the few simple things he did ask for meant quite a bit to him.

Oliver’s eyes closed as he felt the hand on his waist and smiled. The touch felt great and he wanted more of it. When they were shaking hands he found his hand went up the man’s arm rubbing softly. “No, actually, it has been very lame,” he said with a grin. “Luther threw a party for me, who knows why, but everyone was busy hating on each other or saying that birthday spankings were the same as a gangbang,” he rolled his eyes. “So I came here when it died due to drama in the hopes of having some actual fun.”

He frowned a little to hear how his party went. The guard might not have known Oliver well but a birthday shouldn’t be bad in any way. He half glanced at the hand rubbing on his arm, before looking up at him again. “I’m sorry to hear it didn’t go so well, but I hope you find the fun you’re looking for.” Any other given time, Evan might’ve jumped at that cue to be that fun, but the asset was obviously under the influence and it made him hesitate. He wasn’t the type to take advantage of that kind of state.