Frees sharp eyes locked on the familiar looking guy who has just stepped in this small coffee place. With an easy glance Milo too could spot the young man sitting at one of the window seats.
"You want anything to eat?" Milo asks after getting next to their table, undressing his light jacket. Free already has a long glass of his usual latte in front of him, half drinked.
"No, I'm good," Free answers with a smile. Milo goes back to order some orange juice and a sandwich. When he comes back, Free couldn't help but make a note out loud about his breakfast. "That looks healthy. Good for you."
"I surely hope so. I haven't eaten well these past two days," Milo admits while searching something from his backpack. "Been on the field. I did catch a good fish though so all totally worth it. But I have to say the lack of sleep is slowly affecting.."
"Are you okay?" younger wonders, being actually quite worried after seeing the guys tired appearance. Milo looked totally opposite than Free who looked fresh as new. "Seriously, shouldn't you rather go sleep than meet me here? You look shit."
"Unfortunately god of rest isn't on my side," older tsihs and gives a newspaper to Free. "Be sure to use me as an example who not become like. Insomnia isn't a nice thing to live with. Here."
"What is this?"
"Our case went public. Under my name," Milo clears. "I wanted you to see it. The side the media can bring out. Page three. They made it big."
Carefully Free opens the page. And could easily recognize the school building on the main photo. There were photos of the culprits too. Benjamin. And Noel. Their full names written with heavier font. "Of course I tried to keep them anonym, but since they were both over eighteen the director was against it."
Free needed to put the paper down, moving his look away, eyeing out of the window. Milo sighs. And takes a bite from his sandwich. Kid was definitely feeling it now.
As his mentor, Milo wanted to make sure Free was aware of everything what working in this field will give back to you. The earlier he gets familiar with it, the better. There were things what Don couldn't teach him. Nor show him. There were different views from different angles. When people like Don and Taro couldn't give a damn what happenes later, there were people like Milo who freaking does care. And that he wanted to teach. To Free not grow blind for what happenes after, when their paths diverged with the cases.
The reasons and results goes with hand in hand. The cause were them.
"Take a look at it later, at home. Talk about it with Don too," man continues. "I will remind you now. Their lifes might be ruined now, but they are the ones who ruined some others lifes first, not just the victims, but their families too. Their friends. Many others. They needed to take responsibility from what they did. And we did exactly what we needed to do. Pull them out to light. That you can be proud of."
Free hums, sniffing. And actually wipes his eyes once. Trying to keep his calm. He couldn't help it. This kind of effect him. It was exactly as Milo said. They did nothing wrong here. But it wasn't prohibited to feel quilty, feel sorry for them. Indeed, they were the cause of what happened to them after. They were the ones who caught them.
"Okay. Enough with that for now," Milo states surely, planning to light kids mood. "If you have anything, anything fucking at all, about the case, you speak to me. I will hear you. Keeping all the shit in you, you will end up bad."
Free hums. And Milo hums back. Kind of laughing a little inside. Honestly who Milo was to advise such when he was doing exactly the opposite. Keeping all the shit in himself. Trusting his strong mind he could deal it all. But he was different than this young man here. It wasn't late for Free. He has people who will hear him. Will help him. That was something to cherish.
When you start to live in the shadows, it's hard to make yourself open up after. Even when Milo has friends like Jaxen who he definitely could trust, he couldn't take that step. He chose to remain silent. Keep it all in. That Milo didn't want Free to learn.
"How is he?" Milo breaks the silence again. Free breaths deeply in and out, pulling his normal mood back. Clearing his throat, smiling.
"He is grounded. By me," Free smirks and drinks from his latte. "He hated the colorful carpet I ordered and he is now trying to deal with it. I hope our apartment is still whole when I go back."
"You are one evil lover, you know," Milo tsihs smiling. "It should be nothing but resting in calm environment during his healing time. That's just torturing."
"Is not. He taught it to me himself, simple training is the key to control ones mind," younger proudly states.
"You realize what that sounds like?" older sighs while eating. "He has taught you how to train wild dogs."
"Shut up..," Free tsihs, annoyed. That was, kind of, exactly it. Don once even confirmed he 'tamed' Free like taming a wild dog. This was just Free paying back. Just like Don has teach him.
Before Milo could say more, the familiar ringtone start ringing, coming from his pocket. Man searchs his phone from his pocket, reads the name and answers. "Yes?"
While Milo was on his phone, Frees attention start to wander around the coffee place while listening to Milos humming and short answers to the caller. When Milo was done, the first thing he did was to bang his head on the table, letting out a long sigh. "Sometimes I wonder why the hell I'm doing these jobs.."
"What is it?" Free asks curiously.
"I just got back from two nights lurk.. Now they ask me to track someone who didn't show up at court..," man tsihs, crying. "I literally brought in one big deal just minutes ago. Can't they hand these low shits to someone else.. Give me a break."
"Aren't you a freelancer. You can say no."
"Saying no now means less work later," Milo points out, without moving a bit.
Free hums. And leans his face a little closer. "Just you to know.. There is a guy who has been staring at you a while now."
"Ha?"
"Yeah. On your left, at the table next to the wall. With some young woman," young man whispers, looking out the window, giving his information without making a number from it.
"Maybe it's a hitman..," Milo tsihs and straightens his pose, sighing out. And actully just boldly turns his look right to the direction Free pointed out.
Their eyes met. Trevor was intently eyeing him, not moving his stare away even when he says something to the young woman he was talking with. Milos immediate reaction was to show a smile back.
"You know him?"
"More or less," Milo answers, without moving his eyes away either. How the hell he didn't see that guy earlier? Was he too tired to notice something what he usually could spot immediately even with one eye..?
Finally Milo could pull his glance back, breaking this intense eyeing between them. Now Free couldn't stay quiet anymore. "So that's what he is..," he smiles sneakily. "A handsome one too."
Milo smirks to him. And drinks the rest of his juice. "I'm off," he calls and gets up, taking his light jacket with him. "If some proper cases occur and I would need your help, I will contact you through Don. Be ready. You are a real junior now. Work hard."
"Yes, sir," Free calls clearly. Smiling. Starting to gather his own things, to also leave.
Milo hums. Glances once toward Trevor while showing a smile to the guy. Then he takes his leave.
- - - -
After simple finding out the address where this court flee'er was supposed to live, Milo head to the location by his car. First thing he even could do was check was this 'Nichel' home. If not and he has run off already, Milo should ask neighbors if they knew anything.
This was an old brick building, with one simple stairway, five floors. By the ragged appearance of this building Milo was highly assuming the residents here were the same kinds. Ragged, no offence. There propably were no single co-operative citizen near by.
Thankfully this guy live on the first floor. No need to head straight to the top. Milo was carefully eyeing the area while walking toward the front doors. First shadow moves back to hides from the window above him, giving Milo his first warning. Everything in this place reek of troubles. As an outsider, Milo was seen as an intruder. If guy didn't wanna meet him or go with him without resist, things might get ugly if there were others taking his side. Then he should just back off. Only knowing his current whereabout would be enough for police officers to come and arrest him.
Sure, there were always risks. But Milo wouldn't know what happens until he goes in. So he simple wears his sure mood, opens the door and steps in. The stairway couldn't be more alarming than this. There were dirty children toys next to the shards of some glass on the floor. There was one used needle on the corner.
Great. This place was a dump. Even some poor families living in.
When Milo raises his eyes up, he could see some young faces looking down from two floors above him, smiling and waving to him. He shows a smile back and leaves them alone, keeps walking further in from the front door. Curious eyes were always watching. Just watching didn't do harm to anyone.
There were no apartment numbers around the doors. Nor names. Since there were only two apartment doors down here, he could easily guess which one was his targets apartment number two. But when Milo gets closer, he could see that very door was slightly open.
Man stops his steps in front of the door, peeking in. This or what was alarming. "Excuse me? Is anyone in there?" he speaks with a clear voice, smiling. But since no one answered, he dares to move the door more open. "Your door is open. Is everything okay?"
No answer. Milo takes a step behind, looking up once, seeing the same smiling faces looking back at him. Milo took their happy attitude as a good thing. If kids weren't hiding, the current moment here was also calm.
"I'm looking for Nichel Wright," Milo clears then when he stepped back, looking inside the apartment. Waiting anyone to answer him. But only thing he got back was a silence. Milo breathes deeply in and out. He didn't need search warrant if the door was already open and he doesn't do but clear that the apartment was indeed empty. "I'm coming in, okay? Just wanna check everything is alright. Your door is open. Hello?" he walks slowly in, eyeing the area.
The apartment was quite clean, thinking how the stairway looked like. But the air here was musty. It smelled bad. He could swear there was the smell of iron in the air. And the cause of this awful smell came clear to him when he enters the living area at the back of this short hallway. No matter how many times Milo saw something like this, everytime it felt so unreal he couldn't do but stare just to clarify he wasn't just seeing things.
There was a dead body lying on the floor. Shot to his head. Definitely the very same guy Milo was searching.
But before he could even react, he could see movement from the corner of his eye. Fastly he takes a step behind and turns his wide open eyes to the man who was standing on the corner, staring back.
Every cell in Milos body tells him to run. He has no weapons with him. No protection what so ever. Right now he was like any civilian, standing on the middle of the murder case scene. Staring the eyes of a possible shooter.
There was a click. And another. Milo turns his look toward the man behind him. This one has a gun. Pointing it right to his face. Pulling the trigger. Trying to shoot, but nothing comes out. Realizing he was in deep shit situation right now made Milo act. This fucker didn't have ammos left. Move!
Milo takes a fast hold of the gun, moving his leg to kick the man and making him lose his hold from the gun. Then he gives a straight hit to mans face with the fist which was still holding the gun with. That did the trick. Man falls down.
After making sure man couldn't pull himself back up right away, Milo turns to search the other man. A strong hit to his forehead made him lose his vision for a second. Suddenly there was something wet on him. Hurting his eyes.
Men start to yell at each others. Something about running. Milo wasn't so sure what he heard when he was just trying to keep his hold of reality. That hit went straight to his bones. Making him feel dizzy. But he could hear the door banging. The silence was what they left behind.
Just like that men were gone. Milo wipes his eyes, looking around, trying to figure out with what he was hit with. Automatically his hand searchs his phone and he makes a call while walking toward the door, making sure men really were gone for now. "This is Milo Raahinen, CID, seventh unit. Codename D5. Assurity code Moroc Arc Nine Zero. Asking a backup. X area, XX address. Dead body. Assault of a law enforcement officer in civils."
"This is Larx speaking. Talk to me, Milo," a familiar voice speaks back after a moments of waiting.
"Yo, Larx," Milo couldn't help but show a wide smile.
"The closest unit is already heading there. Give me details."
"I had a court flee'er to find. Came to check his apartment. Dude is dead. Friends gave me a welcome gift. They ran off. But they might be near."
"Stay still. You are doing okay?"
Milo moves his left arm up, eyeing the ripped sleeve. There was some blood on the back of his hand. When exactly this happened? "Yeah, I'm fine. Just hurry in."
- - - -
And it didn't take that long the first unit to arrive. Since the alley where the entrance to the building stand wasn't wide enough for cars, officers need to walk to the scene from the main street. They met Milo just outside the building, young man giving them fast report, happily leaving them in charge of the case for now.
After getting most of the burden off his shoulders, Milo lets himself relax a little, crouching down, closing his eyes. And finally process what the hell just happened.
Shit, wasn't he damn close to get shot to death just now? That man plan coldly put a random, unarmed intruder to his terminal sleep without a doubt. Only missing bullets were what ruined that. Realizing that made his body shake. God damn out of energy. "Oh shit, that was a close one..," Milo smirks, leaning his hurting head to his palm. Was his wound serious? He should leave to the hospital. He was no use here anymore. Rather he didn't feel like staying. He just wanted out.
Someone touches his hand, taking a gently hold while moving it a bit. "Milo. Let me see that."
Immediately Milo opens his eyes, finding himself looking back at Trevors eyes. Man doesn't move his eyes away, but helps Milo low his hand slowly down, showing the mess under. There was a bleeding wound there, right near the hairline. Some green colored shards were still stuck in, some were on guys hair. "Keep your left hand still."
Seeing this handsome guy right in front of him lighten Milos mood in a blink of an eye. "Wow, this might be my luckiest day ever.. They send the most handsome one," he smiles.
Trevor shows a smile back, and finally turns his eyes to check the head wound better. "There are sharps in. Red wine all over. But as a head wound it doesn't seem to bleed that much. The possibility of inflammation is high though. We need to clean that soon. Also..," Trevor moves his eyes down, touching Milos left hand, making sure young man wouldn't move it too much after he will mention it. "There is a blade sticking out from your arm. From cutter."
True, there really was one. Milo has drop his smile by now. "When they..?"
"Come on. Let me check it for you," Trevor calls, using very strong tone. Even when his words were polite, he sounded like he was giving an order instead. Man helps Milo carefully up, keeping his left hand stable. Also making sure his patient didn't show any sign of losing his balance while walking him toward the emergency car. Milo has lost some blood. Not that guy seem to be aware of it himself.
After getting Milo sit in on the back of the van, Trevor takes scissors and cuts brutally Milos whole sleeve open. The blade on has cut a deep, but thin wound, getting stuck in the middle of the attack and separated from the knife. That was what he was planning to do first. Take it off.
"Did we just move a level up here? Using toys now?" Milo smiles, leaning his face closer when Trevor sits next to him, taking his arm on his hold.
"I'm glad to hear you can still flirt like that after all what happened to you," one fast pull with Trevors pliers did the job. The blade was out, apparently in whole. But his patient didn't take that sudden action happily. Moving his look away Milo curses, biting his lip. That freaking hurt just now.
"Damn, you were a sadist.."
"I am indeed glad to see you still can feel it. No nerve malfunctions. But they will check it closer at the ER," Trevor keeps, already cleaning the cutted area, disinfecting it, finally putting a temporary cover on it. Then man raises his eyes to meet with Milos.
"What, you can't possible leave me now. Come on, I'm in pain here," Milo wanted to keep his spirit up, even when he has slowly started to feel pretty bad here. The adrenaline in him was going back down. Making him seriously feel it all now. Having someone like Trevor to play with kept his mind away from thinking that.
"Too bad, honey. I'm on duty. You being my first patient for the day," Trevor taps once his finger under Milos chin. Then searchs smaller tweezers, to remove the remaining sharps from the head wound what he could locate. "But my shift ends at ten pm. If it's a severe head injure I volunteer to watch you over the night. Your place or mine?" A small flirting with patients to calm their nerves was a daily thing for Trevor. But this guy made him cross that decent line too easily.
Even his partner needed to step in. "Stop flirting with the patient..," this woman wearing the same outfits as Trevor speaks with a flat voice from the front of the van, giving his partner an angry glance. Then she looks at Milo. "Can I have your Social Security number?"
Milo calls it out. While Trevor was cleaning the head wound and Milos eyes, he gives his partner a so called summary of their patients condition, for the record. All this while wearing his sure smile on, making sure his patient was looking at him. And sure, hearing this guy giving his diagnose with that hoarse and sexy voice of his could easily keep Milo focused.
"Still in one piece, I see," Larxs voice speaks from further, making Milo finally drop his intent stare and move his eyes on the older man. Man has just arrived on the scene.
"Barely," Milo tsihs, smiling, almost felt like crying now. Finally seeing his superior rather than just hearing his voice over the phone call gave his mind relieve. That sudden change didn't go unnoticed. Trevor could read his patient like an open book right now. Young man was clearly acting more untouched what he actually was. "If they have had any ammos left in that gun you would be carrying me in the body bag instead." Milo could still hear the clicks in his ears.
Larx crouchs down in front of Milo. He knew very well this young man was fast to show his smile, belittling if something becomes too hard to take. What happened just now isn't something you get to face everyday. A simple routine check turning to hell. "Is his wounds severe?" he asks, looking Trevor once.
"I will recommend more detailed examination in ER. He needs stitchs. And hydration," man answers straight, politely. "Mentally he seems to be fine. A bit too fine, if you ask my opinion."
To that Larx could do nothing but laugh a little. "Thank you. Can you leave us for a moment. I have something for him only."
Trevor nods and after giving this last glance toward his patient, man gets out, walks to the front of the van, to finish their report.
Milo waits patiently. He knew already there was something more going on. Larx did look too serious at the moment. "Was the body in the living room the only one you saw?" older man asks straight.
No, Milo doesn't want to hear this.. "There's more?"
Larx hums. "Two young girls. Assaulted. And worse.."
Milo closes his eyes, moves his face away. "I'm out..," he points out immediately. That kind of case he doesn't want on his shoulder. No, he just wanted to get out of here. He started to feel damn sick.
"Sure," Larx calls and stands up. "Go take that check. Then go home. You will take some timeout, paid vacation. Do nothing for the rest of the week. That's an order. I know you haven't get any sleep lately again, have you.. We don't want to see you turning even worse after this. If you need it, I will get you the usual. Okay?" man states out clearly, no intention of listening any complains back. If Milo wouldn't take his words seriously, the next one saying this would be Don. And that far you don't want to go. That man has the power to do anything to make you obey.
Milo hums and pushs himself fastly up. "Then, I'm off," he doesn't look back when he simple starts walking toward his car, undressing his ripped jacket away, smashing it inside the garbage can on his way.
After realizing his patient was moving, Trevor moves fastly back to the other side of the van, looking Milo leaving. Then his eyes turns to look at the older man. Larx meets with his angry glance.
"I think your patient needs some time to cool down a bit now. He will find his own way to the hospital," man states, turns and starts walking back toward the building. "Thank you. There's nothing more you can do here."
Younger man sighs. And once again searchs Milo under his eyes, looking him getting in this dark car and fastly driving away.
- - - -
"Good day, Trevor," a young woman drops her focus from her paperworks to show this wide happy smile toward him when Trevor casually walk in front of the desk. She was one of the medical receptionists in this very hospital, Caroline. Her job being always ready to greet the patients who come in. But this guy was not a patient, but an old friend of her. "Lunch break?"
Trevor hums back, smiling. "There is something I would like to check. Can you help me out?"
"Sure. What you want?"
"Can you check if there was a patient named Raahinen in today?" Trevor boldly asks, lowing his voice a little, spelling the name. But not dropping his smile.
"I can. Did you do a mistake with someone?" woman teases and starts tapping the keyboard, searching a patient with a few simple click. "Yeah, there is one in, signed in fortyseven minutes ago. Must be your guy, that's a weird surname he has. He hasn't signed out yet, so he should be still in. Why? Did you need something from him?"
Trevors eyes went just a little wider from excitement after hearing Milo might still be in here. "This is the patient who kind of walk out in the middle of our check. An assault case. I was thinking how he was doing. What room is he in?"
"Were you always this over-worried about your patients? You know I shouldn't give you any personal informations in the first place without an actual reason," Caroline clears quietly, and closes the window, planning to keep doing what she was doing. "Just confess, what mistake you did?"
"I didn't do any mistake. I know him.."
"Friend of yours?"
"More like.. a crush?"
Caroline moves her widen eyes back. Unbelieving what she just heard. "Come again?"
Trevor sighs and walks to the other side of the desk, next to Caroline and the only possible way to have his answers. "Which room is he in?" he repeats.
Caroline gives this sneaky smile back. And actually opens the window again. Now she was all fired up. Her old friend all the way from their junior years has showed a very new side of himself. Making Caroline curious too. "Your 'boyfriend' has quite a history here. Lastly a stab wound and a head injure. Stitched. Doc prescribe some painkillers and some antibiotics. He is probably receiving intravenous fluids while we speak. Who would have knew journalists have this dangerous job.. Just for the headlines.."
"He is not a journalist..," Trevor tsihs smiling, but Caroline was fast to prove him wrong.
"That's what his position here says. 'A freelance journalist'," she snaps, showing there was no reason to doubt her, it all was written right there, black on white. "Your boyfriend hasn't been honest with you. His employer indeed is XI Magazines. He also has quite a history of renewing prescriptions. Quite a list. Trazodone. Doxepin.. Ramelteon.. He has tried everything during the past year.. Last one was from two months ago."
Now Trevor needed to lean closer and read it all himself to believe it. What he has learnt by now didn't quite match. Or at least didn't show out that distinctly. Those were medical drugs for someone for sleeping disorders. Something any smart professional would prescribe only in critical occurrences. A freelance journalist? They definitely were all law officers there. When Trevor and his todays partner arrived to the scene, they called one injured victim to check, an officer. That was Milo. There was no talk about a reporter or so.
"Well, his health insurance even covers all that.."
Trevos sighs out and straightens his back. Indeed he shouldn't spy someones informations just because he was curious. All he wanted to know at first was did Milo even go in any hospital at all. He had a feeling guy might just skip that check, according how Milo react earlier after hearing that man, leaving with an angry mood. Guys stress levels were high up. How else, didn't he admit then being close to get shot and just laughing about it..
"Thank you. That's enough," Trevor says and moves. "I will treat you a dinner later. I must go back now."
"You better keep that promise," Caroline smirks. "Can tell me all about your 'man' while we are at it."
"That's a promise," guy smiles, but takes suddenly a step back. "Actually.. If you don't mind. If you see him leaving, can you give him a message from me."
"I can, but don't you know we have these pretty awesome phones in our reality. It's way easier to just contact him with that. His number is right here," woman points the screen. "My lips will be sealed about where you get it from."
Trevor snorts. "Too easy. What's the fun with that?" Indeed that guy might just run away and totally disappear again if Trevor now suddenly contacts him like that. People like Milo weren't interested in unavailing relationships, but only searching the moment of pleasure once in a while. Probably anyone man get his eyes on would do.
So to even have a change to that kind of thin relationship between them, Trevor must be bold but still keep his distance. "Tell him my offer is still on. That's all," man waves and leaves.
- - - -
"Yeah, I would really appreciate that," Milo was talking to the phone with Larx after he was finally released from his treatment. The pain shot they had giving him put him straight under the 'no-driving' fiat which leave him no choice but find himself a ride back home or use a public transit. Since Larx already knew about his situation, he was the first one to call. "See you soon."
The moment Milo ends his call, there was this young woman clearly trying to take his attention by looking straight at him with a smile, waving. Thinking he might need to sign something or perhaps receive some health leaflets, Milo turns his focus on her, showing his flirt smile.
"I should visit hospitals more often when there's this cute employees around," man leans on the desk. "Any chance to keep your break now? Wanna share some quality time with me, downstairs, with a cup of tea?"
Woman smirks back. "I totally would if someone else hasn't booked you already," she says teasingly. Letting guy know she wasn't going to fall for his charm. "Milo Raahinen? I have a message for you. How eager are you to hear it?"
This kind of respond Milo wasn't expecting. But that definitely doesn't leave him wordless. It also didn't take much to realize who woman was talking about. Since there was only one person who it could be. "Now, was it this one handsome guy who made you his messenger? Looking damn hot in that red uniform of his?" he guesses. Caroline doesn't even need to answer. Her smile was enough to clear this was about Trevor. "There is no prize I wouldn't pay to hear this message," Milo continues.
"Trevor was in here a while ago. Was worried how you were doing," woman says frankly. There was no reason to embellish her words. This guy seem to be as into hearing from Trevor as Trevor was to hear from him. "Asked me to tell you his 'offer was still on'. Not that I surely know what that means.."
Milos smile went just a bit wider. It wasn't that he didn't like to hear that guy been interested of actually spending some more time with him. But he was afraid he might have accidentally given this guy some false hopes or something. Woken some real feelings toward himself. That would be a big problem. Someone like Milo wasn't actually a best partner to be too interested of. That kind of relationships were far from his reality. But..
No matter how Milo tried he couldn't but feel damn excited now. Shouldn't he just take some responsibility here and help the guy fulfill his desires? "It means I am indeed booked already," Milo agrees then. "Thank you for telling me." Then he takes his leave.
- - - -
"Luor, are you busy?"
"I heard what happened, heard you are taking a timeout. So what are you calling me for? I'm busy," this older guy mutters with his bored sounding voice.
"Wow, news surely move fast..," Milo tsihs. How the hell this guy already knew when it's been like three hours or so.. "And you are not busy. Bet you are playing bomberman or something."
Indeed that was exactly how it was. Kind of creeping out now from this too precise comment made Luor glance around him. Was there hidden cameras in his box..? "What you want?"
"I need to find someone. He is working as a parademic in X area, first name Trevor," younger calls out his request.
"This is personal? Is he the guy who tried to shoot you? You planning an act of retaliation?"
"Thanks for reminding me about that..," a deep sigh could be heard coming out. Milos friends were all so considering.. "This is not about work. But indeed personal."
"Found one match. Sending ID in. Anything else? Want his location?"
"No. Thank you very much."
"Sure."
Milo ends the call and immediately opens the file Luor just send him. Full name Trevor Lewis. The next fact dumbfounded Milo, making him drop his serious mode. "HE IS OLDER THAN ME?!"
The man sitting next to him and driving couldn't stay quiet anymore. "Why in God's name you are tracking that paramedic now..?" Larx dares to ask, even when he also kind of didn't want to know. At least Milo didn't seem too affected from what happened earlier the day. Youths surely could move on fast.
"No reason," Milo just answers something back, not really paying attention to his superior here. His focus was on Trevors ID photo. Staring that year of birth was only making him confused. Trevor didn't look older than someone who was on his early twenties. But he was actually twentynine years old? Four years older than Milo??
"It's good if you want to focus on something else now. But don't forget to rest. Thinking with your lower body is the opposite."
"Yes, sir. I will consider your wise words carefully," Milo shows a smile to Larx, continues his fishing. "By the way, thank you for dropping me and the car back. And taking the case."
"Don't mention it," older sures. Having your case turning from simple routine search of one puny court flee'er to discovering of a triple homicide wasn't what any normal investigator wanted to see. Larx has been in this field long enough to just deal it with a support from his loving family and therapy. Being young and sensitive, Milo was still between learning the best ways for himself how to deal the dark sides of their work. "I recommend you go and talk about what happened today to some professional."
"I will go if I feel like it. Today I have something else," younger points out, smiling.
- - - -
After saying goodbyes to his colleagues and taking his leave, Trevor heads out from their main station toward the parking lot where he usually left his car during his working hours. Because his days were often very hectic without any changes of thinking anything else than the case of the moment, Trevor was still on his work mode, now slowly easing his overly running mind to go back to his normal mode, leave all these ten hours behind him and just take his rest.
His routine was to visit his regular corner store on his way home and buy something light for evening snack. Maybe eat it while watching something from these multiple choices of his multiple paid channels, just before going to sleep, what usually happened around one am. As simple as that.
But ever since he took this random change from his booring routines when going out to drink with his co-workers, his routines have been scattered. There was an intruder that has taken a hold of his mind. Lurking in on every corner, filling his mind with only about this one person.
Since Trevor could easily recognize these feelings were just simple acts of having something new and interesting in his life after so long time just being by himself, he plan to ignore this all. Guys like this very certain one was were living for play others, being free from feeling hardly. What they could rip out from you were all for this one, pleasuring moment together, just to move on later. That was all. This was just Trevor finding new sides from himself.
A week went by and he was so fine with that. Committed. Thinking that if this kind of thing was what he also could be into he definitely should try dating again. Women or Men. Since both seem to work for him.
But all his thoughts shattered the moment his eyes could spot that guy again, walking in the same coffee place Trevor was already sitting in. The person with Trevor was talking to him, but he turned a deaf ear. During this one short moment every smarting words Trevor had tried to insure himself with and tame his senses flow wasted. The feeling of something strong overtaking every single sense in him was so blinding Trevor couldn't do but accept he has let himself fall damn down in when it comes to this very person here.
No matter how he tried to compare this random one with anyone else around here.. Only this one could wake up something deeply buried from him.
The very first thing Trevor could think was to run. Something as strong as this was not right. Not so healthy. One step back. This was all in his head.
But how he could fight against this nonsense when his very first patient for the day happened to be the very same person he just saw an hour ago, the very one whos face has interrupt his peaceful dreams over the last week by crawling in with nothing but cunning thoughts, making him zest just from seeing him once.
What ever that guy was, he was an enemy, something Trevor couldn't just simple fight back with common sense.
And what was the worse was that this all was in Trevors own head. Totally one sided. This guy wasn't feeling the same. No reason to think this could ever be mutual.
If Trevor just could, he would rather not meet this guy ever again. To keep these thirsts in control. But more Trevor thought about Milo, the more he was hooked.
He should forget that guy. Let the time erase him.
But what Trevor saw next wasn't exactly helping his inner feelings to calm down. When he was slowly walking toward the area his car was parked on, he could spot a person leaning on Trevors vehicle, eyeing his phone, clearly in his deep thoughts.
That was Milo. No doubt.
How the hell Trevor could lose these feelings if this guy would just respond this easily? Wasn't Trevor only teasing himself when offering his time like this? Wasn't he just hounding himself to dig a damn deep grave for his feelings here..
This hurt.. deep in.
But still he would prepare every single cell in him to take what ever this one would offer him. If a simple act without shared feelings was what this guy was after, bring it on. Trevor would take it. It was half of what Trevor deeply desired. Having that would be more than enough. Having at least some connection. Before this guy would disappear again.
The sound of car doors opening pulled Milo back from his thoughts. His eyes search Trevor under his gaze. The same moment all the intent feelings of waiting vanish in thin air. And the warm excitement fill him.
Trevor was slowly walking closer, holding his car keys, locking his eyes on others. Milo straightens his back, turns to meet him. Showing that god damn handsome smile of his.
Without saying a word, Trevor simple stops his steps in front of Milo, calmly staring deep in those grey eyes. Since Trevor looked so serious at the moment, Milo wonder how to take this kind of cold approaching.
But then Trevor finally shows a smile. Smirking. And moves his look on the stitched scar under Milos hair. Raising his hand to move some hair away from his way. He wanted too see it better. "Adam did a nice job. When the lite swelling is gone, you can hardly even see a scar there. Good for your handsome face."
"You snoop on me? Bad boy..," Milo leans his face closer, so close there wasn't much space anymore between them.
"Just doing my homework. You yourself must be a foreteller, just miraculously exactly knowing what car I'm driving," Trevor speaks back sarcastically, lowing his hand, meeting Milos intent look again. "One more job to add on the list of my guesses about your profession."
Milo snorts. This quick-witted guy was fast to give back. Damn attractive attribute to have. It was clear they both had done their best to find out everything they could about the other. Wasn't this them just continuing where they left earlier. Figuring out things without actually asking or answering straight. "Since you were kind enough to seek out me and even send a messenger, you must be very filling to watch me over. The whole night."
This was definitely one of the things what made this guy damn unfairly attractive. His flirting felt just too good. Trevor couldn't fight back. "Weren't you begging me to not leave you? How I can refuse such request," Trevor snaps back, totally putting his own flirting mode on. "I promise to stay with you. Until you just disappear again."
"You sure about that?" Milo doubts, smiling. He couldn't drop the thought of Trevor actually might have serious feelings for him. "If we are not after the same thing here we should stop this now."
But like already prepared for that 'if', Trevor dashs back. "Why make it complicated if it's mutual interest. Your words," he states clearly. "So? My place or yours? Or did you actually just want me to drop you somewhere else? Using me as a taxi? Not that I mind."
That was quite clear making answer. They were definitely on the same page here. "I like your bed better."
- - - -
Milo was eyeing his reflection from this large standing mirror in Trevors bedroom. While he had put on these grey pants Trevor offered him to wear after the shower, younger man could spot this large, red mark on his skin, just under his neck area.
Indeed, while they were on it, Trevor did suck him from there. Leaving a clear mark. Usually Milo would have been annoyed about such, letting someone eat his skin like this only because Milo himself was too damn into it at the moment.. This was effecting his work and personal life, while needing to make sure to hide it.
Still somehow it didn't bother him that much. The thing with Trevor felt somehow different. Like, what ever this guy plan to do was just part of this agreement between them. Which also didn't make sense but still did in some weird way. They really didn't have any kind of sure agreement here. But more like, if things just happened to go like this then it did. This red mark was the prove of that. Milo really couldn't think clearly around this guy.
"Sit down," Trevor calls firmly when he walks back in the bedroom, pointing toward the bed, holding an ice back with him. Not that Milo was generally a person to listen every random command he receive outside of work hours, but when Trevor talk like this, using very authoritative tone in his voice, you couldn't do but give in and obey. It remind Milo of Dons way of speak. Try and oppose someone like that would be precarious. And that he should evade. So Milo sighs and does exactly what he was asked to do. "How are you doing? Does it hurt?" Trevor keeps surely and sits down next to Milo, putting this ice pack straight on Milos right palm and moves the hand to hold it against the head.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? We went pretty wild just now," Milo smirks, making Trevor meet with his eyes.
"That is exactly why I'm asking. Heating your body more when you already have fever.. Usually we would recommend to avoid that," older guy states with a flat voice, moving his eyes on the small stitched cut on others left arm. Then standing back up, heading toward the bathroom. "What comes to my body, I can deal something this minor."
"That's sexy. Your work mode, that is," Milo has to notify. In bed Trevor let Milo do as he please. But when that mood was gone, Trevor was giving this very ruling attitude out. "You ever switch it off?"
"As a paramedic I'm always partly on my work mode. Isn't that the same with you?" Trevor points out while searching this small medical bag and walks back. No, usually he definitely totally could drop his work mode outside of work when he was alone at home. But, right now, to deal this guy here he kind of needed to keep his act on. "Doesn't matter is it about a flee from court, mixed party drugs going wrong or trying to impress a guy so he would go with you, you always wear your work mode. Trying to solve a case. And get your reward." Man sits back down.
Hearing Trevor suddenly mentioning the school case surprised Milo. "Sounds pretty much right. You seriously searched me?" he tsihs smiling. "That interested of me?"
"You mad?" Trevor wears this sneaky smile, smirking back. "It wasn't my intention first. But since it felt very incoherent someone who officially works as a simple journalist having also that kind of homicide cases which obligate official licence to act from the government.. I really wonder what exactly you do for living. Are you a cop? Or a journalist? Or just an imposter?" He takes a hold of Milos left arm, taking the right items and start cleaning the stitched area, getting it ready to cover for the night.
"Shouldn't you change your field? You would be suitable as a crime investigator," Milo wonders out loud, being now very amazed. And amused. Trevor was indeed damn interesting guy to talk with.
"A crime investigator? That is your true form?" Trevor awes, without showing it too much out how surprised he actually felt. Milo finally admitting something about himself straight, not trying to dodge. "No thanks. I like helping people. Not chasing after them."
Milo hums. Indeed, their role as chasers meant they were always the bad guys in someones eyes. Was it about an article to the newspaper or a case to find someone who has break against the law, these dirty jobs needed to meet the right makers. A good guy like Trevor was definitely too lovely for this field. And that made Milo glad. "My luck then. I definitely do not mind having this private health carer taking care of me like this."
"Wow, did I just receive a proposal from you? I didn't know we were quite there already..," Trevor teases calmly. While putting the light cover on Milos arm he glances the guy once, to see his reaction. Which was a mocking smirk back. "Were you planning to see me again? This is not just two time thing here?"
"Well, you have to admit our chemistry kind of works here. As long as you know I'm not into taking this any further we have nothing to lose here, right," Milo states out. He definitely didn't want this end too soon. Trevor was godly good catch. "You don't feel the same?"
"That.. might work," other agrees after thinking for a second. Honestly, Trevor never considered Milo would even suggest such. Mentally he wasn't actually even ready to give his answer, when after knowing how he himself felt the immediate answer to that should have been a straight no. This way Trevor would only hurt himself. Above all it would have been better to draw the line here.
Growing somehow a little angry now, Trevor just shows a smile to hide it and takes the medical bag on his hands, gets up. "So you suggest we see when ever we will feel like it. Appear and then disappear again?" he puts the bag away and turns his eyes back on Milo. "Sounds good. I'm in." Fine. This way at least he would see this guy from time to time. Not a bad deal. As long as he could sure himself.
Milo hums and smiles to that pleasant answer. That's that then. As simple as that.
"Are you hungry?" Trevor then suddenly asks, starting slowly walk toward the bedroom door. "I'm starving. I usually get something to eat from the store while my way home but I probably can make something from what ever I have here. If you aren't too cheap.."
"You will cook for me? How sweet from you," Milo puts the ice pack on the bed and gets excitedly up. After putting on this white t-shirt Trevor has also given him to wear, he follows the owner of this apartment out of the room, holding the ice pack.
"I offered to keep an eye on you tonight. That service includes a set of right nutrition for someone like you," Trevor explains calmly, heading straight to open his fridge to see what exactly he even has there. "Though I might not have anything here.."
"For someone like me?" was what Milo now has to ask. That sounded way too suspicious.
Trevor hums and closes the fridge after taking a box of almond drink with him. "Weren't you ordered to take a timeout or something from this day on? This is a perfect time try and fix your sleep disorder for the better."
"You look out my medical records??" Milo asks unbelieving, raising his voice just a little, lowing the ice pack down. Now that was kind of crossing the line. If Milo himself hadn't done exactly the same himself.. Still it kind of pissed him off.
"You mad? I told you it wasn't my intention," Trevor just states for his defence, turning to look at the guy behind him, across the island between them. Seriously, he didn't give a damn was Milo mad at him now or not. This younger bastard too has searched out about him. And while working as an actual officer this guy probably has an access in Trevors every personal information, family history, driving licence information, about his cars ownership... No doubt man has already used that one. The one who should feel wronged here was Trevor.
Milo shakes his head and takes a deep breathe in and out. "That far you didn't have to go. That's personal info.."
"So is my name and what I own. Only differences here is that you were my patient, your medical records were right in front of me, part of my job to look at," Trevor sighs. Was Milo seriously angry now? If so, he can also play this game. "I don't recall done anything a crime investigator like you should have an actual reason to search out where I park my car. Right?"
That was true. But.. "How else I could have found you?" younger tsihs, smiling back. Looking just a little annoyed.
Trevor nods, keeping his calm. This younger man looked more upset than Trevor has thought he would be. Even when he until now has showed this determinate attitude, Milo wasn't so cool minded after all. But just hiding under his work mode. That was new. And actually a very cute side to find out. "About that I'm not mad. I guess that was the only way for you," older simple points out, smiling, putting the box on the table while walking to meet Milo. Showing clearly he himself wasn't offended or anything. But he also could understand why Milo was. Insomnia could be very sensitive topic to talk. "Does an apology calm your mind then? If I have knew you hate it that much, I wouldn't have mentioned it at all. But hiding that when I already knew seem wrong too. Besides I can't help it. If there is a case in front of me I will do my best to help. At least offer it." Trevor takes a hold of Milos hand which was still holding the ice pack and moves it back up, against guys head. "Cool down."
Milo sighs. Did he show out his real thoughts too honestly now..? But indeed Trevor hit straight to his weak point here. However, instead of letting himself act out of his character, Milo should indeed calm his mind quickly. He usually wasn't this thin-skinned in the first place. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not that offended.."
"But you kind of are. I can see your claws instead of your paws. That is quite cute though. Your reaction..," Trevor shows a smile.
To that Milo couldn't help but drop his calm totally. "What?!"
"Just be glad you have now your personal health carer. A handsome one too," older keeps, actually laughing a little. The more Milo try to act all smart and mighty when all it took to get him on his toes was something this minor didn't exactly help the guy keep up that show of his. "Now if you can behave and amuse me enough I might give you a massage therapy after this. As thanks from the massage earlier," finally Trevor turns his back to Milo, planning now prepare that light snack for them. Trevor simple drops the whole topic for now. Young man clearly needed time to gather himself again.
And indeed wasn't that exactly what Milo needed to do. That sudden attack made him just too confused here to simple making him dumbfounded. This guy was teasing him here. Knowingly. Pointing clearly out he already knew about Milos insomnia and that it was useless to hide it. Trevor had clearly looked through his files. That info has nothing to do with Trevors state. Not with paramedics license.
Compared to what Milo had done, that was so ethically wrong. Milo only searched out Trevors full name, workplace and car. Nothing more.
But what bug Milo even more now was his own reaction after seeing this guy laughing. His heart definitely skip a beat just now..
Trying to ignore that, Milo focus to feel the cold touch on his head from the ice pack. That could help him calm his mind a bit. "Well, I was raised to respect my elders. Your words are my law here," Milo snaps back. Finally letting his mood out. "Since you snoop it all out, as my personal handsome health carer I will leave my insomnia to your care. Let's work hard with that." His voice was so full of sarcasm.
Trevor snorts. "Wow, mister crime investigator," and turns his surprised look back on Milo, smirking. Finally young man was showing his true nature. That wasn't immature at all just now. But Trevor knew where this was coming from. He has used to people mistakenly assume he was way younger what he actually was. "Indeed I am older than you. And I expect you to know your place. That's on me in sheets. And under my foot outside the bed."
Milo could now also relax again a little. Smiling back they shared a silent moment while just staring each other. Until Trevor turns his look away.
"Sit down. This won't take long."
- - - -
When Milo woke up his eyes were tiredly staring these rays of light on the ceiling. The room was dark, but some light could found its way through the blind. Seeing that was definitely weird. It wasn't even summer time just yet. How there can be this bright sunlight the time Milo wakes up..?
Next he moves his head a little. He was alone. Trevor wasn't here. While moving his hand to take his phone from the small night table he slowly pushs himself up to sit. It was eleven past nine am.. That was what the numbers in his screen told him. Was this for real..?
He has slept quite a long. Still feeling damn tired, though..
Trevor was sitting on the back area of his wide white couch, drinking coffee while watching some document from TV. He himself has been up for a while already. His usual routine was drink his coffee, do his workout, take a shower and spend some time before going to work. The current week was all about day shifts, starting quater to twelve.
Since he wasn't alone this morning and, honestly, his back and ass felt quite numb right now so he plan to use his skip day. There was a ten hour shift ahead of him. Trevor so hasn't used to this unpleasant after sensation yet. Last time he could just lie down the rest of that day. If they were seriously planning to keep this kind of relationship up, Trevor needed to choose days before his dayoffs.
"Good morning," Milos voice speaks behind him. Trevor immediately moves his eyes on the younger man who was now walking toward him. This guys trained and naked upper body was fast to give Trevor some butterflies. And he swear, his body went warmer in a nano second. That wasn't good..
Taking a strong second to wear his calm and cold mold on him, Trevor shows a smile and moves back up. "Good morning," he calls while walking to meet Milo in the middle of this kitchen-living area. The back of his hand moves immediately on Milos forehead, trying. Not as high body temperature as Trevor was assuming. Next he fastly checks the stitched area on the forehead. Then the left hand. Slowly taking the cover off while still holding his coffee.
Milo couldn't but smirk to Trevors sudden act. Guy didn't hesitate a second to start his examination. "Your inner nurse immediately woke up?"
"Just doing what I'm expected," older points out, giving one glance toward the guys eyes, smiling, then walking past Milo. "You slept long."
"I did. Can't really remember when was the last time I slept this well," Milo smirks. He felt very fresh, both body and mind. That massage Trevor gave him last night made him fall asleep in the middle of it, making him now feel damn relaxed. And Milo was pretty sure that was Trevors intention. It worked. "Feels like a miracle."
Trevor hums. "You might can not help your working hours being unregular and all, but there are ways to balance your routines. It's not a miracle," he points out while fixing a dish for Milo. "You should consider dropping your hobby of spending your night-life out drinking and change your health to be your main priority."
"You think I haven't heard that before?" Milo tsihs. He admit this man was one hundred percent right by saying that. No doubt. But this kind of cold side of him could freeze even the warmest air in the blink of an eye. Along with Trevors health care know-how, being smart and overly handsome might be this guys best qualities. The rest has start to feel pretty annoying. Ruining that package. Or more like, Milo wasn't so sure anymore what he even think about that guy.
Although in the first place Milo was here for only one reason. And that side couldn't be more perfect. That could easily overrun all what comes to did they like each others personalities or not. That didn't matter.
"Bet you are. But does it go into that head of yours so you would actually try and change a thing?" Trevor sets a full plate of eggs and rolls in front of Milo, pointing him to sit down. "You will fall down hard and then it will be too late. It's a waste ruin such a cute guy like you. Here."
This was exactly what Milo couldn't understand. Was Trevor intently cold toward him? It seem so. And still the first thing man does is act caring and check his condition. Even feed him. Like it was the most obvious thing to do.
"Thank you. You ate already yourself?" Milo says politely and sits down at the island. "What time your shift starts? Twelve?"
Trevor hums and actually stays standing on the other side, taking another taste from his black coffee, eyeing Milo. "Do you want me to drop you somewhere?"
"You know you are awfully thoughtful when it comes to looking after me. Still your tonque can be sharply mean," younger lets finally out what he has been wondering. Smiling, he starts to eat. "Then again sweet."
"My tonque is just honest," Trevor smiles, not dropping his glance. He liked to tease this proud young man. As much as he would have wanted to jump on him and silence that mouth under his tonque. As much as he would have liked to kick him out here and never see him again. The closer the moment Milo would disappear again came the closer Trevor was back to his normal life. And that felt both good and freaking bad. When his true desires had to be hidden, how else he could act here than cold? "How it's my fault if you are too delicate to take it?" older adds, with a little more quieter voice.
Milo rounds his eyes, smirking. That so sounded like Jaxen just now. And, again, Trevor was nothing but right, kind of.
Since younger doesn't say anything, but just kept eating while eyeing back to Trevor smiling, older decided to act. And ask what has been bothering him. He wouldn't have a change later when Milo would be gone. "About what happened yesterday..," he starts. "Will you be okay?"
Milo stays calmly eyeing back to Trevor. Thinking a while before answering. He knew exactly what Trevor meant. It was the very same thing Larx asked. The same thing Kiho asked. It was something Milo himself would make sure to ask the very first if someone else were ever in that kind of situation. Will you be okay?
How the hell he should know? Thankfully he had something else to think during the first day after that. Trevor was part of the process to deal it. But Milo knew for sure when he would go back home, that silence there would make him recall those clicks. "I'm not so delicate as you think I am. If I'm good at something, then pleasing you in bed and knowing myself," Milo shows this sure smile back, visibly calming. Halfly giving his answer back with that. Well, even if he was ever trying to deal all negative shit himself, there was someone who was fast to act if it start to impact his working. That man would force him process it all. Actually, Milo was kind of just waiting that call from him. "So don't worry. I know my limits."
Trevor hums. It wasn't that Trevor was trying to spy Milos and his co-workers conversation earlier, at the back of the ambulance, but it wasn't so distant range between them so Trevor could definitely hear it. Indeed, instead of continuing the case Milo was on yesterday, he could hand it over to others without a single doubt. Not only Milo discovered the man he was searching for was shot to death, he himself was close to meet the same end. After trying to deal that, he was told there were more.
Anyone who knew their own limits would have back off too. So Milos answer satisfy Trevor.
- - - -
"When we will see again? Tonight?" Milo teasingly asks when they were walking down the stairs to leave the building. It was time Trevor to go work.
"No way. I have ten hour shift ahead and my body is still numb..," now Trevor shows this seriously annoyed look back. Not that it wasn't true what he just state out. But also his heart couldn't take this two night straight.
"Then give me your number."
Trevor snorts back, opening the main door and showing Milo to go first. "Want my number? Figure it out yourself. Use your contacts like before," he tsihs while walking past this smiling guy toward the parking area. "Or just come to the door and knock. Try your luck if I'm on the mood."
Of course Trevor was going to decline here. This was clearly a payback from earlier. "Then how you plan to contact me then? Or are you just going to wait me make the suggestion first?"
"The same way. Figure your number myself," Trevor answers and opens the car doors, jumping in. Milo tsihs smiling, shaking his head, opens the door and gets in too. "I will just call it a home visit. Or after checkup," older adds.
"How bold.."
After arriving their destination, Milo leads Trevor to take a turn and stop the car near the sideroad which remain on the left side of this four floored building. This area wasn't that far, about twenty minutes drive from Trevors home area. But the appearance of this neighborhood was very different.
Designs of the buildings around them were more older, but they were decent and actually pretty nice looking. There was a playground for kids near by, natural treets, side walks with old looking pavings. You could even see a park from here. This was definitely outside the more modern area where Trevor has his apartment.
But since Trevor has used to drive around the city and it was kind of his job to know his territory, he knew this area too. "I don't know why but I imagined you living in the middle of the main city in some small apartment with one window like," Trevor admits after adoring the area around them. Finally he turns his look to the guy sitting next to him. "Is this the same neighborhood where you grew up? Or do you actually have a secret family here? Looks comfy."
"No. I was checking apartments and really liked the atmosphere here. This is quite similar as my hometown where I lived as a kid though," Milo clears. "The residents are quite the same too. Very friendly."
"Hometown? What, you were a country boy?" Trevor leans to the wheel, eyeing Milo. Younger man so gave the vibe of being a true city boy.
"The actual country I'm from is nothing but treets and fields," Milo smiles. Trevor dropping his usual sharp glance and looking more relaxed now didn't go unseen from him. Damn cute.
"You are not American? I thought only your family name was from somewhere else.."
Milo hums back as an answer. "Dual citizen. Guess which country."
"No, I'm just gonna google it," Trevor snorts and straightens his back. "Are you gonna stay sitting here or will you get out?"
And there comes the cold shoulder again. "Yeah, I'm going. But you forgot something," Milo tsihs and fastly moves closer while raising his hand to gently move Trevors face toward himself. And after finding Trevors lips against his own, he gives a slow and wet kiss.
The atmosphere around them changes immediately when Trevor just couldn't resist this sudden contact. He totally lost to it.
Until Milo moves back a little, removing his lips away, letting them both take a breath now. "I'm off. Have a nice day," he says quietly, smiling, then finally moves away, opens the door and leaves without looking back.
When the door got shut and Milo was gone, Trevor lets out this shaking breath. "That sneaky bastard..," he tsihs while trying to calm his beating heart, wiping his lips.
He's so doomed. There is no way he could feel good now when that guy was gone again. This is the second time he disappears and now it was hurting even more. This feeling was the worse. This lust was the worse..
Trevor doesn't want a number. He wants Milo just disappear forever. Or stay forever..