"Take your shirt off."
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After a lunch of hearty vegetable soup, Milo and Jude were relaxing on the couch, watching the five star rated korean zombie series, on Netflix.

The current set up wasn't quite what Jude had imagined, with him sat one end of the couch, and Milo all the way the other end. And to top it off, Jojo had gone and stretched himself inbetween them, like a living bolster.

Jude felt frustrated in more ways than one. They were both adults, both had been in relationships before, but yet here they both were, acting like two awkward naive teenagers on a first date.

Jude looks across to Milo who seemed to be engrossed in the zombies running around on the screen like crazy. Jude thought that he had become a little quiet since leaving the bathroom earlier, but chose not to comment. Instead deciding to be the host with the most.

"Hey." He calls over to him.

"Mmm?" Milo replies, not even taking his eyes from the screen, where someone's face was currently being ripped off and eaten.

"Do you want a coffee or something?" Jude asks. He had to do something, worried that Milo was going to fall asleep already.

'Oh, uh yes please." Milo replies as he sits up slightly, adjusting his sitting position, before refocusing back on the tv.

Jude hoists himself up from his seat to the kitchen to where the coffee machine rests and begins to make two coffees.

Jude's mind begins to panic a little. He felt like he was losing his grip on the situation. The 'friend' zone seemed to be looming overhead like a dirty raincloud, ready to pour any minute.

Jude begins to think....what would Tashen say to him right now? He could just hear it. See his frustrated face. "Go get him, make a move!"

He finishes making the drinks and stops momentarily as he faces the back of the couch. He sees the back of Milo's head and know he has to make a move. It's now or never.

Jude makes his way back around to the front of the seating area. Eventually stopping in front of Milo, blocking his gaze at the tv.

Milo has no choice but to look up and see Jude holding out a mug of hot coffee towards him. "Thanks." He says, taking the cup from Jude's hand.

Jude now feels his heart begin to race, as if it's out of his control. He needs to act. Now!

With his own coffee still in his hand, he tries to sandwich himself between Milo and Jojo. There's just enough room.

Milo watches with interest and slight amusement at Jude's actions as he wedges himself in place, but Jude misjudges the gap. As he lets his weight settle into the space, Jude accidentally sits on Jojo's paw, causing the dog to yelp and jump up off the seat. This then causes Jude to jolt in Milo's direction, coffee still in hand. The mug's content now sloshes over the edge and onto Milo's shirt.

"Ah shit." Milo curses, hurriedly putting his own drink on to the floor by the couch, he then proceeds to pull the fabric of his shirt away from his skin, the scolding hot liquid seeping through.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Jude now puts his own drink on the floor before hurridly turning his attention back to Milo. "Take your shirt off." He instructs. "I'll get something cool."

Milo begins to undo the top few buttons of his shirt, allowing him to pull it over the top of his head. Jude meanwhile, is holding a tea cloth under the cold water. He hurries back over to a now topless Milo, wasting no time in sitting next to him and placing the cold damp cloth onto Milo's bare skin.

He doesn't take his eyes off of what he is doing as he begins to ramble..."Milo I'm really sorry, oh my gosh I hope I've not scarred you for life."

Milo, who is now laid back fully on the back of the sofa, looks at the man in front of him, as he pats the cloth over his exposed chest. This man...this gorgeous angel of a man, taking care of him. A sudden overpowering urge overwhelms Milo.

He raises an arm and grabs at Jude's wrist, making him stop his first aid treatment. Jude looks up at Milo in surprise. "Are...are you better now? Is it too cold?" Jude asks, his voice a little quieter, not as sure as before.

Milo takes the damp cloth from Jude's hand and throws it over his shoulder. It hits the floor behind them. Milo now cups Jude's panicked face with both hands and smiles.

Jude doesn't have time to even register what is happening when he feels Milo's lips on his. It's almost like Milo is hungry, as if he is the zombie from the tv as he attacks Jude's lips with full force.

This is all Jude needs to finally let go. To let all of his doubts fade into nothing, to go for it, to go get what he wants. Tashen would be proud!

He momentarily pulls away from the kiss and quickly crawls onto Milo's lap, straddling his hips as he begins to remove his hooded jacket and tshirt, exposing his well toned chest and abs.

Milo's eyes rake up and down Jude's physique, as he finally rests his hands on Jude's hips, with Jude biting in his lower lip. Finally they were here, at this point in time, nothing was going to get in the way...

Jude places his hands upon Milo's chest, he could literally see his chest rise and fall at a quickening rate as a result of the touch. His fingers trace lines across Milo's pecs working their way down, outlining his shapely abs, to Milo's v line, which dissappeares into the waistband of his jeans.

Milo swallows hard as he watches Jude unbuckle the belt of his jeans, hands gripping a little tighter to Jude's hips, almost leaving finger marks on Jude's flawless skin.

Next a button is popped open. Milo glances up at Jude's face, a devilish open mouthed smile spreading across his face as the zipper is slowly eased down.

Jude now leans in closer, his lips catching Milo's slightly open mouth, a hand getting lost in the back of Milo's dark mop like hair, whilst the other hand works it's way down...fingertips disappearing into the fabric below...