Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel (19 page)

Samuel’s gaze was now stuck on Milo’s cock, and grasping the rigid length was turning him on more and more. His cock was erect, pushing against his pants, and his beautiful creamy skin was rosy. Milo was concentrating on how stunning Samuel looked when his whole body tensed, going stiff as a board. Samuel’s finger was slipping over his head, running through the precum leaking from his slit and wiping it around him while Milo grunted.

“Samuel…” Milo bit his lip, really struggling with not moving his hips and doing what his cock demanded him to do.

Samuel’s awe filled eyes, wide and hazy, never left his hand, never pulled away from Milo’s cock. Milo had to close his eyes. It was too much. As soon as he took a breath, it was kicked from him. Samuel was holding his base, loosely and uncertain.

“That’s it,” Milo croaked. “Just like that.”

Samuel’s hand crept up his shaft, and Milo hurt from being so hard. He’d never been teased so much, never held back like this. “You look even bigger in my hand.”

“Small hands,” Milo panted out with a smirk.

“Big cock.” Samuel flashed his gaze back to Milo’s and they shared a smile.

Milo did look even bigger in his hold, but then his and Daniel’s hands were bigger, not that he was small, but Samuel was something different entirely for Milo. He’d never desired anyone like him before, never been with anyone so willowy and slight.

“A bit of both.” Milo stopped breathing when Samuel tightened his grasp, working his full length upwards—his fist making sure to capture Milo’s wet head and roll his palm over it. “Fuck!”

“Too much?” Samuel whispered and Milo looked down at him.

His blond hair was spreading around him, the waves of thick locks creating a halo. His lips were flushed and red, his eyes wide and so blue. Milo was breathless just from looking at him and a new wave of desire ripped through every inch of him. He needed Samuel. Not just needed but craved him. Samuel was his. His and Daniel’s. 

Keeping the possessiveness deep down in his stomach, Milo took a breath. “No,” Milo growled through his teeth. “No. Perfect.”

Samuel kept up his movements while Milo tried to concentrate on his hand—his beautiful slender, long fingers moving so delicately over his flesh had Milo spilling more precum. His cock was wet with his own juices when Samuel’s second hand wrapped around him, encasing his whole length and began to move up and down. Milo looked into his eyes, unable to stop his hips this time and jutting into him. Samuel tightened his grip watching Milo, and then moved harder, keeping up with his thrusts.

Milo threw his head back, balls pulling tight, back arched and rigid as he came. “Samuel!” It seemed like forever until he was able to take in a breath, but when he did, he sucked it in then shot again. “Jesus, Baby.”

“Milo.” Samuel’s clothes and hands were covered in cum, not that either of them minded.

Milo saw how close Samuel was and quickly freed him from his pants, sliding down his body before wrapping his mouth around him, moaning louder than Samuel when they connected. This was the first time he’d blown him, and he wanted to savour every smell and taste, to lick and suck him until he learned every line and ridge, every vein and curve. But Samuel was too far gone, wailing as Milo took him to the base, swallowing him down in one motion and working his throat over Samuel’s stiff cock.

“Milo. Milo. Milo.” Samuel was losing himself under Milo, thrashing, lifting his hips and crying out. “I'm coming.” Samuel fisted his hands in Milo’s hair, clinging onto him and pushing his mouth further down as he came. He screamed out Milo’s name as he pumped into Milo’s throat.

Milo pulled back, wanting to taste him, and felt the second shot cover his tongue. He tasted gorgeous. Milo would never get enough of him. He wanted to stay on his knees and suck him until he got hard again and gave Milo another shot, but a little chuckle from across the room made them both startle, and Milo slipped his lips from Samuel’s pretty cock and saw Daniel leaning against the doorframe, cock hard in his jeans and a cheeky smile on his lips.

“Am I too late to join in?”

D
aniel teased them both for about half an hour after he got home. He was still hyper from work, and although the sight of the two men who he found so alluring turned him on, he was okay with waiting and having fun all together later. Besides, he was starving and after Samuel and Milo quickly separated themselves and got off the sofa, both partially dressed, they’d shared hugs and kisses, then Samuel ran into the kitchen to check on the curry in the oven.

He pulled out a cauldron-looking thing which Daniel knew wasn’t his and set it on the table while he messed around with several other new-looking machines on the surface. One had rice in it, and Daniel lifted a brow as he drained a bottle of water. “Where’d these come from?” He went to touch the cauldron and got his hand slapped by Samuel.

“That’s just come out of the oven. It’s cast iron—you’ll burn yourself.” He shook his head. “And you, a fireman.”

Daniel smirked as he sat down. “A tired and starving fireman. You been out shopping to some strange kitchen place while I was at work?”

Milo poured them all a glass of wine and sat down, placing a small tray of dips and plate piled up with poppadum’s—home cooked ones too. “We called round to my place to grab some more clothes and Samuel had an orgasm in the kitchen.” Milo grinned at Samuel spooning out the rice from the strange-looking thing on the surface. “They weren’t any use to anyone there, so we brought a few things with us.”

Daniel looked back at the cauldron on the table and then to Milo. “You ever used any of these things yourself, or are they Mummy’s?”

Milo grunted before he took a drink of his wine. Daniel and his family didn’t have the greatest of relationships. Mainly because Milo was the only boy and totally coddled by his three sisters and mum, and although they knew he was gay and supported him, they still didn’t like Daniel. He got the feeling from them that he wasn’t good enough and he’d been so nervous the few times they’d met, he’d made a fool out of himself.

“Rekha was so nice to me.” Samuel kissed the top of Daniel’s head as he placed the rice on the table. “She showed me how to use everything and gave me this recipe to cook, along with the hundreds of herbs and spices I needed to put in it.” Samuel sat at the head of the table with Milo and Daniel on either side of him, their normal table arrangement.

“You met his mum?” Daniel tried to hide the surprise in his voice, but it didn’t work. “That took me over three years to do. You introduced him to your mum?” Daniel frowned at Milo and the table went quiet.

Milo’s dark eyes kept on his the whole time. They both knew this was a big deal to Daniel and there was no backing out of it now. “She was there when we arrived. It wasn’t planned. She was just checking up on the house for me because I'd asked her to. I haven't been there for longer than a few minutes at a time.”

Daniel took a deep breath, trying to keep the frustration inside him and leave it alone. He took the oven mitt and lifted the lid on the cauldron, smelling the spices from the steam which filled the room. Okay, so it smelled delicious and looked great. “A family recipe, huh? One you eat often at home, Milo?”

Milo nodded, keeping those sexy eyes of his on Daniel’s and trying to guess where this was going.

“It looks good.” Daniel bit his tongue to stop what he really wanted to say from coming out. Like how he wouldn’t know what their family ate because he’d never been included in that part of Milo’s life before. He’d been held back and kept to the side, relegated to a friend, or as someone who shared Milo’s bed occasionally.

Samuel took hold of his hand, obviously not understanding what was going on, but wanting to ease him with his soft smile and caring look. “She asked about you. I got the impression she was worried about you.”

“Worried about me?” Daniel gave himself some of the chicken curry and sighed. “Yeah, probably because she knows we’re all living here, and saw how Milo looked so loved up by your side. Maybe she was just worried I was going to cock things up for the happy couple.” Daniel could have slapped himself, but he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Milo stood up, running his hands through his hair before grabbing a Coke from the fridge. “This is an old argument. One which I know I contributed a lot to by never sharing my feelings with you, but I shared how I felt with my family, Danny. They’ve known for a long time that I'm in love with you. Just see this from their point of view.” Milo sat back down, taking hold of Daniel’s other hand in his. “They only know one part of the story. Mine. They don’t see what a prick I've been to you, and I wasn’t about to explain it to them. But… I did. They know now. They know about everything.” Milo looked to Samuel and smiled softly. “It wasn’t planned, but like you said, my mum saw what was happening with Samuel and me, then when she brought up me and you, I couldn't lie to her. I didn’t want to deny you or Samuel. I told her the truth.”

Daniel had no clue how his mum would react to her son being involved in a ménage. He didn’t know her enough, but she seemed pretty traditional in most things. “How’d that go?”

“There were… questions.” Milo winced a bit and Samuel laughed.

“She’s your mum. She’s bound to have loads of questions.” Samuel took over handing out the food while he talked. “She was nice. We talked about the meal, about the equipment I was taking, and then she moved onto other things.” He grinned as he sat down again. “Other things being us three. Milo ran off.” Samuel stuck his tongue out at Milo. “But she made me tea and we chatted. She’s so understanding. I liked her a lot.” Samuel looked a little down, and both Milo and Daniel touched him, unable to stop themselves from reaching out to offer him comfort and forgetting their minor issues. “She likes you too, Daniel.”

“I guess I just haven't had the opportunity to see that.”

“That’s my fault, Danny. It will change. I promise. Things are different now. They should have changed ages ago.”

Daniel squeezed Milo’s hand. He didn’t want to drop all their issues on Milo’s shoulders. It wasn’t just his cross to bear. “It took two to mess things up, but it’s taken three to sort everything out.” He smiled at Samuel. “Things couldn't have been different, but they are now we have you with us. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil dinner. Ignore my mood.”

“Your feelings are important, Daniel.” Samuel leaned over and kissed him. “Very important.”

They began to eat and the room filled with Daniel’s groans and their chuckles. It tasted even better than it smelled and they all enjoyed it, especially Milo who gave Samuel the best compliment he could do, that it tasted just like his mum’s. Samuel blushed and Daniel felt that overwhelming feeling of love burst through him. Speaking of love, Milo hadn't voiced his feelings for Samuel in front of him, but Daniel mentioned his mum saw it, so maybe they’d talked.

“Is your mum okay about you being in love with us two then? No really big issues to get over?”

Samuel’s fork paused near his mouth and Milo froze.

“Uh, I mean…” Daniel looked between them both. “I just thought… I mean, you agreed your mum saw it in you so…”

Milo rolled his eyes at Daniel but turned to look at Samuel. “Yeah, she saw how I felt. And she’s okay with it. Are you?”

Samuel placed his fork on his plate, a big smile spreading over his face. “Am I what? Just explain it again. Slowly.”

Daniel chuckled before taking a big mouthful as he watched Milo stare into Samuel’s blue eyes.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Milo’s forehead and he licked his dry lips. “You know, with… everything.”

Daniel burst out laughing then kicked Milo under the table. “You're so shit at this.”

“I know.” Milo swept his hair back from his face with both of his hands and blew out a deep breath.

“It’s okay, Milo. I know.” Samuel took one of Milo’s hands in his and kissed the knuckles. “I love you too.”

“Thank you.” Milo looked so relieved that Daniel grinned.

“You're off the hook… for now.”

Milo toyed with his nan bread before splitting it in half and dipping it into his sauce. “I may not voice how I feel much, but it’s always there. All the time. I try to show it in everything I do. I'm never going to be the lovey dovey sort, but I'm trying to be more open.”

“We know and we feel it, Milo.” Samuel filled up their wine glasses. “We should make a toast.”

“What to?” Daniel swallowed his food and took hold of his glass.

“To us. To what’s to come.” Samuel lifted his glass and they all clinked them in the middle of the table with big smiles on their faces. “To whatever may come and to whatever has passed for bringing us together.”

Daniel and Milo nodded, not too happy with toasting the fuckers in Samuel’s past, but understanding what Samuel meant.

“To us.” Milo took a big drink then kissed Daniel and Samuel. “I feel blessed for having you both in my life. I know we still have a lot of hurdles to jump before life will be smooth, but if we can get through what’s about to come, then afterwards will be a breeze.”

“Yeah sure, because after the trial and the pricks are in prison, then we can look forward to marriage and kids.” Daniel bit his lip, watching as Milo’s brow twitched and his mouth thinned out, not sure if Daniel was joking or offering up some sort of unexpected life changing plans.

“Yeah, sure. Marriage, kids, whatever.” Milo nodded slowly. “Who’s to say what will happen? Anything can happen. There’s nothing saying we can’t have those things if we want them in the future.”

Daniel and Samuel fell silent for a moment, both glancing at the other, trying to read each other’s minds and see what’s happening.

“I want kids someday,” Samuel said softly.

“Me too.” Milo looked at Daniel and now he was the one on the spot.

“Can we pick this up in three years’ time?”

Milo grinned. “Three years works for me.”

Samuel ladled out another helping of curry onto Daniel’s plate. “You should put it your diary, Milo.” Samuel flashed a cheeky smile at him.

“Oh, I will.”

Daniel groaned. “Oh, shut up. Just eat.”