before the opening credits of the Gilmore Girls are vibrating from the speakers of his flat screen hanging on the wall. I sing along to the song, and Milo glances at me in confusion.
“This is the surpri—” he starts to say but stops when the title of the show is revealed on the screen—Gilmore Girls. “Wait…it’s a TV show?”
I snort. “Of course, it’s a TV show.”
“I thought you were talking about real fucking people.”
“I wish I were talking about real people!” I exclaim and grab my plate. “Oh my God, if Stars Hollow were a real place, I’d move there quicker than you could say ‘Where are you going?’”
When Lorelai and Rory start doing their Lorelai and Rory thing on the screen, Milo glances at me with a raise of his brow. “So, we’re going full-on chick flick kind of vibes tonight?”
“You bet your sweet ass, we are.” I nod and take a big bite of my taco. “I mean, we’re not going to be able to watch all of the episodes tonight, but if we’re lucky, we’ll be able to get through the first half of season one.”
“How long are the episodes?”
“An hour or so.”
“And how many seasons?”
“Seven.”
“And each season wouldn’t happen to be one episode long?”
“Don’t be silly. There’re at least eight episodes per season.”
Milo sighs and I giggle.
“You’re such a Luke, it’s not even funny.”
“Who is Luke?”
I waggle my brows. “Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Grumpy. You’ll find out real soon.”
I leave out the whole part that Luke Danes was my fictional man crush from the very first episode of the Gilmore Girls. Or the fact that Milo Ives was my real-life man crush from the time I was like ten years old.
Yeah, let’s just leave out those minor details and enjoy the food and the company and the show.
Two episodes into the Gilmore Girls and Milo throws the white flag.
“All right,” he says and picks up the remote from the coffee table to put episode three on pause. “I think I need a little Stars Follow break.”
I laugh. “Stars Hollow.”
“Yeah. That,” he says and lies back on the couch like he’s been forced to run a marathon. “My eyes and ears just need a break.”
I giggle again. “You want me to head out so you can get some sleep?”
He shakes his head. “I fear if I go to bed now, I’ll dream about the fucking Gilmore Girls.”
“You’re so Luke, it’s not even funny.”
Milo glares at me. “I am not Luke.”
“Oh yes, you are,” I retort and pick up a pillow from the couch to playfully smack against his chest. “You’re surly and cranky and grumpy. Exactly like Luke.”
“I am not.”
“Trust me, Milo,” I say with a little grin. “In your old age, you’ve grown into all of those things. Just face the facts, buddy. You’re no longer bad boy Jess, you’re Luke Danes now.”
“Who the hell is Jess?”
“You’ll find out in season three.”
“I’ll have to watch it from the grave because I don’t think I can survive much more.”
I giggle.
God, he’s adorable.
And sexy.
And I can’t stop my eyes from moving up the length of his body. Up the denim covering his firm legs, over his zipper, over the barely visible lines of his toned abdomen.
But my eyes take a detour and reroute themselves back to the zipper of his jeans.
Back to the visible bulge beneath it.
Back to the place that has me recalling the photo he sent me. Of him. In his boxer briefs.
I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit I saved that photo and I’ve looked at that photo one too many times since he sent it to me. And I’ve fantasized about said photo even more.
I’ve daydreamed about what he looks beneath the boxer briefs.
About how big and thick he is.
About what he would feel like hard between my hands. Heavy inside my mouth.
Holy Kraft macaroni… Would he even fit inside my mouth?
Pretty sure this is why deep-throating is a thing, Maybe…
I don’t know anything about deep-throating—or blow jobs, for that matter. Never even done it before. But fuck, I’d want to give it a shot. With Milo.
“Having Gilmore Girls withdrawals already?” His voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I look away from the zipper of his jeans to his blue as the sky eyes.
“Huh?”
“I lost you for a minute there,” he says with a small smile. “Where did you just go?”
Uh…to you and deep-throating and your penis and deep-throating your penis.
“Yeah…uh…” I pause and dig my teeth into my bottom lip. “I