Starstruck on You [Mile x Apo] [MileApo]

Chapter 10: My Head & Heart

A set of words came to Apo in a hazy fog and instead only left him with questions than answers – what was being said, was it important, did he really have to answer? He doubted his mouth had the capacity to respond, much less coherently.

It was too busy being parted to let out a litany of moans, a slew of whimpers, and the occasional roar of a shriek at a poke inside of him that made him wonder if the night sky really held all of the stars or if some of them were deep in his own core? Face a little wet from where drool dripped out of his open mouth, he didn't care – it was too late to turn back around, to say he wanted nothing to do with Mile. It would be a lie, it would be dishonest, and fuck if he would be pissed at himself for walking away from Mile again especially in this situation. Apo wanted to bang his forehead to clear his thoughts from being poetic to return to the present.

The inability to think of anything past himself, Mile, and the incomprehensible sensations flittering through every piece of his body, a puzzle trying to be completed while hyped up on caffeine, was impossible. A task too tedious to contemplate much less put into action as Apo's heated right cheek and ear continued to press, embarrassingly so, against the cold countertop of the kitchen island, his hands behind himself, another pair of cheeks pulled back to tantalizing torture. Bent over the hard, smooth surface, a throbbing between his legs, a flush of color at his face cheeks, himself exposed as he waited dutifully, made to obey on the promise of more. Then came the sounds. Heavens the sounds that was compromised of a melody of slurping, the harmony of suction, and instrumental part – panting. They echoed into his ears, obscenely, made it difficult to keep a sturdy grip on himself, instructed to be open, bare, and presented, Apo could only allow the feelings cloak him like a shroud over his eyes that closed.

Fuck Mile.

Who knew the man was a kink fiend?

Actually, Apo figured he should have anticipated this. From the moment they met, Mile was very straight forward about wanting to have sex. To fuck him, to get Apo out of his system so that he could go back to living his life, philandering and pounding into any available hole and body that bent over to Mile's whim. Actually, he should probably rethink that last part considering his current predicament.

He knew a part of his brain was crying to the easy submission, the subjugation of letting the man behind him do as he pleased; but Apo was done denying himself, his heart, and best of all, his body the luxury of enjoying the extraordinary experience that was Mile Romsaithong, rockstar, and god in bed.

A recollection came to Apo of their conversation at the cat café that Mile had been going through a month long, blue balls, no sex, dry spell. Was it Apo's fault? Of course not, but the celebrity was all about vanity, in disbelief that his inability to perform was anyone and everyone's fault but his own. That definitely made for the awkward blackmail, the straight-forward comment that Apo gave Mile when the concert was over – they were over. Mile was cocky, confident, managed to weasel Apo to the apartment. He was both glad and mad at remembering all that transpired between them. That part of Mile irked the hell out of Apo, he planned to nip that in the bud as soon as it came up in decent company.

Not the cockiness or the confidence; just the obnoxious upturned nose.

Apo admittedly wanted to fall to his knees every time he noticed Mile display these 'holier-than-thou' attributes in a sexy way, open his mouth, and say 'Let me suck the cockiness out of you', but that was a purely carnal desire of his. A guilty pleasure like fapping off to Mile's poster in the privacy of Apo's apartment or disappearing into one of the university restrooms to masturbate when the latest song was dropped by the group that had Mile featured as a vocalist or had a guitar solo, he was infatuated. Hopelessly drawn to Mile from the beginning, everyone knew it, he knew it; it was other factors that drew a clearer picture. But he knew if asked, Apo wouldn't be able to give an answer if he still liked those parts of Mile. A shake of his head, he returned to the present.