"You said your best friend's name!"
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(Mature content)

Milo closes his eyes and throws his head back against the back of the couch as Jude's kisses now make their way from his mouth to his jaw line, then to his neck. 

Milo drags his hands from their resting position at Jude's hips to his back, feeling the silky smooth skin beneath his touch. Jude's other hand is working its magic in Milo's boxers. 

It's now that Milo opens his eyes, first staring at the ceiling, through lidded vision. Then he glances over Jude's shoulder, at the tv screen. The zombie drama now seems to have finished and in its place a still image. An image he recognises. A photograph...the photograph taken of him with Hester. The only one they really have at the apartment.

Milo blinks a couple of times and returns his gaze, but the image still remains. His eyes are wider now as his mind can't seem to focus on anything, flitting between what he is seeing and what Jude is doing. 

The feel of Jude's skilled hand now becomes the uncontrollable force, as Milo feels the familiar build up fast approaching. But he can't take his eyes from the image. How was this even possible? Why can he see this...?

"Ahhh...Hessy." Milo vocalises as he climaxes, making Jude pull back from the tender kisses, he retracts both hands and stares at a breathless Milo below him.

'Excuse me?" Jude says in confusion, or was it annoyance? 

Milo looks up at Jude then back at the tv. The image now showing the previous drama. He looks back again at Jude. "I...saw...I"

"You said your best friend's name!" Jude cuts him off, now sitting further back on Milo's lap, eyebrows furrowed. 

Milo doesn't know what to say. He didn't mean to say it that way, in that moment of all moments. He tries to pull Jude back into a kiss. "Please...let's just carry on...forget about it." 

Jude now pushes his hands back against Milo's chest, climbing from his legs to sit by him on the couch. "Milo you said Hester's name, right when you.... how can we carry on after that?" Jude sighs.

It pained Milo to hear the disappointment in his voice. He places a hand on Jude's leg as he leans slightly towards him. "I wasn't thinking of him that way. I swear."

"So tell me...what were you thinking?" Jude now raising an eyebrow, waiting for Milo to answer.

How could Milo say? How could he tell Jude that he saw him, just then, crystal clear on the tv screen. He saw him in the bathroom mirror? Jude would think him crazy. Hell even Milo thought he was going crazy! "I just remembered...Hessy wants to meet you....tomorrow." That was at least true. 

"And you thought just at that moment to tell me?" Jude lets out a dry laugh, though he found the whole thing far from amusing. 

"Yeah." Milo admits, looking a little sheepish. He again attempts to wrap his hand around Jude's waist, but Jude grabs Milo's arms, pushing them back. 

"I'm not in the mood now." He huffs, reaching for his tshirt and pulling it back on over his head. 

"Please Jude. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to say his name. I like you...I really like you I do!" Milo's voice almost sounds pleading...desperate. 

Jude now stands up from the couch, looking down at a partially undressed Milo. He doesn't speak straight away. He foolishly wanted to forgive Milo for his error of judgement, his forgiving nature always being a weakness of his, but he also needed to be careful. He didn't want to be hasty. He needed to make an informed decision. Right now he needed Tashen. "Look, I think you should go." Jude utters under his breath.

Milo now sits up on the edge of the sofa. "Jude...please."

"I need to think." Jude interrupts. "I can't think straight right now." 

Milo sighs. He knew whatever he said would make no difference. Jude had obviously made up his mind. He looks down at his messed up pants. "Can I at least use the bathroom first?"

Jude nods and Milo gets up from the sofa and heads to the bathroom.

Milo tries to clean himself up the best he can. He grabs onto the edge of the basin, again, looking at his face. He begins to talk to himself. "What are you doing? What the hell are you playing at?" He feels like he wants to lash out. To punch his own face in the reflection, but somehow holds it in, opting for a few deep breaths instead. 

He exits the bathroom and sees Jude holding his shirt. "I've cleaned out the coffee spill the best I can." He says as he offers back the shirt for Milo to take. 

"Thanks." He replies as he pulls it over his head, doing up the top buttons. He then looks back at Jude, who is now messing with the strings of his hoodie. "Jude. I promise...I really do like you." He has to say it because it was essentially true."

"Please Milo. I just can't right now. Please go." Jude finds the strength from somewhere to not say that it was okay. That it was a simple mistake. 

Milo nods in defeat and pulls on his shoes and heads for the door, grabbing his jacket on the way. As the door is about to close, Jude can't stop himself. "I'll call you." He utters under his breath. He knew he was a fool. A fool for Milo Macdonald.