Milo grunted, his cock hitting him just right and swelling every second. “Shit! I need this.” Milo threw his head back with a shout of his name and came. “Danny!”
Daniel was panting, body sagging into the mattress and eyes closing as Samuel and Milo surrounded him, kissing him and touching him as he fell asleep, sated and fully used.
He smiled as he felt them both hugging him. “I love you two.”
Both of them whispered the words back to him and he slept peacefully in their arms.
Chapter 29
Milo left Daniel sleeping after his shower and climbed in behind Samuel, who had his head leaning on his palm while he stroked Daniel’s hair softly, watching him sleep. It made Milo grow warm watching the men he loved being so intimate, seeing and feeling the love between them.
When he pressed up against Samuel’s hot body, Samuel leaned around and kissed him. “I missed you this morning.”
“I missed you too. But I think I made it up to you both when I got back.” He traced the scar on Samuel’s neck with his tongue, a faint one which most people would miss because of his hair and pale complexion, but one he’d spent a lot of time sucking and nibbling on since they got together.
Samuel smiled, pushing back on him and curling up in his arms, still stroking Daniel’s hair. “I love you.”
“I love you, Princess.” Milo smiled when he felt Samuel chuckle against him. “So much.”
He enjoyed voicing how he felt in bed or when they were cuddling up. When they were on the phone or out and about, it still felt out of place, but Milo was getting better.
He worked his mouth down Samuel’s shoulder, following the line of another thin white scar which had been forever imprinted on his skin, licking it and sucking it, making Samuel shudder and shake in his arms. “I love all of you. Every part of you.”
“Milo…” Samuel leaned forward, allowing him clear access to his back and Milo smiled because he was letting Milo work down his back, kissing the third scar, a long one which ran from his shoulder to his hips. Milo dragged the sheet from his body so he could kiss and nibble his way down, making sure to touch every single millimetre of the hurts left on Samuel’s body and leaving a loving touch behind.
“I love you,” Samuel moaned into the pillow. “Don’t stop.”
Milo tilted Samuel’s hips, finding his tongue hovering above the curve of his cheeks.
“Don’t stop, Milo.”
Milo continued his delicate kisses, his hot tongue licking further down until he was right there, licking the cleft of his cheeks, gently nibbling the tender flesh and finding the last scar on his back. A thicker one, not caused by a crop or whip like the others. Milo fought down the anger which still clung to him when he thought about the fuckers who had left these marks on Samuel, fought back the vision of a fifteen year old Samuel tied to a bed, a knife cutting into the soft globes of his arse as punishment for fighting back and trying to stop the men from raping him.
“I love you,” he whispered against the indent marring the otherwise perfect skin on Samuel’s rosy cheek.
Milo could feel his stomach turn with the memories, but he refused to let them rise. He wouldn’t let Samuel’s past stop him from giving him what he needed. His body had known such pain and hurt, all Milo wanted to do was wash away those memories and leave good ones behind, and if licking and kissing those scars made Samuel feel good, then it made him feel the same way.
Samuel lifted his leg on Daniel’s thigh, leaning further over, the cheeks of his arse parting and giving Milo a glimpse of what he desired so much. He wanted to run his tongue down those cheeks, part them and lick his sweet little hole until Samuel was shooting off over the sheets, or over Daniel. Milo grinned, dipping his tongue between the soft, plump cheeks and licked his way down to his balls then back up again on the other side.
“Milo.” Samuel was breathless above him.
Milo paused and kissed the scar on his cheek again. “You okay?” Milo could tell Samuel was still enjoying himself. His body showed no signs of stress, just sexual tension from his touches, but he wanted to hear him say the words anyway.
“Yes.” Samuel lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. “I want it.”
Milo grinned and got one back from Samuel. “I want to taste you.” Milo licked the inside of his cheek again, careful not to get near his hole. “I want to run my tongue around you, eat you until your tight little hole opens up and lets me slip my tongue inside you.” He ran his tongue over Samuel’s hole. He jerked, letting out a squeal.
“That's new.” Milo chuckled. “I liked that sound. Ready to squeal again?” Samuel’s slack-jawed response got another grin from Milo. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Milo shifted his gaze back to the beautiful sight of Samuel’s opening. He spread the plump cheeks, revealing Samuel’s body up close and personal and in a way he’d not seen before. “You're so fucking beautiful.”
Milo dipped his head, pressing his face in Samuel’s cheeks, letting his tongue start at his tailbone and work all the way down him in a soft, slow teasing way. When he reached the tight hole of Samuel’s body, he swirled his tongue around, listening to that high-pitched squeal again as he licked him, adding more pressure and French kissing his hole.
Samuel swore. “Fuck!”
It made Milo smile because it was the first time that happened. He adjusted his position and really began to feast on the sweet body offered up to him. He was lost in the smell and taste of Samuel—listening to the hot pants of air coming from him were all he needed. His cock was thick and swollen, and he began to rub it on the sheet as he pushed his tongue into the relaxed hole.
“Milo! My God!”
Daniel moved beside them, cupping Samuel’s balls and massaging them. “Relax. Just enjoy it.” Daniel was kissing Samuel. Milo could hear their moans and breaths as they connected lips. Daniel’s fist was now slipping over Samuel’s cock and Milo pushed his face into Samuel, his tongue curling and fucking his tight hole faster, rolling his own hips and pushing his cock into the mattress.
“That’s it,” Daniel groaned. “Let go. Just come. That’s it.”
Samuel cried out, his body finally giving in and spurting over Daniel’s thighs, his hole clamping shut. Milo groaned, fisting his own cock in his hand as he sucked and kissed Samuel’s cheeks.
Daniel lifted his head. Samuel was laid out on him, breathing hard and Daniel gave Milo a smile. “Need a hand?”
“No.” Milo came hard, shooting off over his fingers, grimacing as he worked his hips harder, thrusting into his fist and clenching his jaw tight. “That was so good.” Milo slumped back onto the bed with a groan. “Jesus Christ. We should probably get out of bed, or we’ll just keep getting hard and making each other come all day.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Daniel kicked his splayed out body and Milo lifted his head, seeing Daniel working his cock in his hand. “Come here and suck me.”
“Give me a minute.”
Samuel shifted on top of Daniel, slowly running his fingernails down Daniel’s chest all the way down to his aching cock before placing his fist around it, running it up to his head and twisting his palm. The hiss Daniel gave made them both smile and Samuel shifted lazily in between Daniel’s legs, a sexy smile playing on his full mouth. Milo shifted so he had a better view and smiled as Samuel dipped his head.
“Samuel…” Daniel drifted off as Samuel gently placed those sexy lips around him. “My God.”
Milo moved closer, lying his head on Daniel’s chest and playing with his nipples, watching Samuel work his mouth up and down Daniel until he was joining him, licking and sucking with Samuel and sharing Daniel’s cock. Daniel lost his mind above them, pulling the sheets in his closed fists, raising and shifting underneath them, calling out both their names as they took turns working their mouth down his shaft. Milo could take him deeper and swallowed him to the root, then backed off and let Samuel’s softer touches tease him. They were able to keep him on the edge
for a long time, until Daniel was begging them to let him come.
Milo took him deep, feeling him swell in his throat, and swallowed before pulling off. Both he and Samuel wrapped their mouths around his head, letting his cum pulse over their lips while they all moaned.
Milo kissed Samuel, licking the cream from him while Daniel watched. “Hmmm. So good.” Milo licked his lips and smiled up at Daniel. “Enjoy that?”
Daniel flopped back to the mattress, sighing heavily while Samuel and Milo crawled up to him, each laying an arm and leg over him and kissing him. “You two are gonna kill me.”
“I can't think of a better way to go,” Milo joked before kissing him again.
“I'm starving,” Samuel said as he shifted around, noticing he was lying in a wet patch. “And dirty again. You two are always making me dirty.”
“We love making you dirty, Princess.” Milo leaned over and kissed him. “How about we get washed and dressed and go out for lunch?”
“Is it still lunch time?” Daniel tried to see the clock but gave up.
“It’s two. So yes.” Milo slapped Daniel’s thigh and got up, stretching his arms above his head and smiling down them splayed out on the bed beneath him. Samuel’s pale creamy skin mixed up with Daniel’s darker tone and hair made Milo take too long staring, and when Samuel tilted his body, letting him get a better view of those long legs and flat stomach, Milo slapped his hand over his eyes and turned away. “Urgh, Jesus! I have to go.”
Daniel laughed. “Chicken.”
“Hmm. Chicken.” Samuel moaned as Milo chuckled in the bathroom.
“Okay, food.” He splashed cold water over his face and checked out his reflection in the mirror. He looked happy and sated. More relaxed than he'd ever looked before, but then he'd never had two sexy men feeding his appetite for sex and love before. “We need to replenish our energy.”
While Milo dressed quickly and went downstairs, Samuel and Daniel took longer, but then they had more of a mess to clean up. Milo was sitting down in the garden with a glass of orange juice and flicking through his messages when he spotted one from Dalton. He grinned when he saw the excited news of his weight. He’d lost five pounds in the two weeks they’d been going to the gym, but it wasn’t just the weight loss which made his friend so happy, it was the feeling of pride in his own abilities which was the best feeling Milo could have given him.
Samuel was beside him and drinking the last of his juice while he sent back a text and arranged another early morning session for the next day.
“I like Dalton.”
Milo smiled up at Samuel. “He likes you. He likes your cooking more.”
“He's so cute. He has amazing eyes.”
“Does he?” Milo was shutting his phone down. “Never noticed.”
Samuel tutted but Daniel was out now and locking up. “Where we going?”
“Samuel wants chicken. How about Nando’s?”
“Cool. Let’s go.” Daniel leaned in for a kiss as they walked down the drive. “I'm going to hate you going back to work. I’ve got used to having you here more.”
“I know, but it will happen. Soon probably. I'm off in to speak to the sergeant tomorrow afternoon. I'm hoping I’ll be back at work next week.”
Samuel wrapped his arms around Milo’s waist. “I’ll miss you, but I know you'll be glad to get back to work. Besides, I think Dalton is missing you. He must be. You’ve been his partner for four years.”
“Yeah.” Milo grinned. “I suppose I miss him too. He makes me laugh. I just hope he’s alright and not hiding it from me.”
“You mean like you do with everyone?” Daniel climbed in the back and Samuel settled himself in the passenger seat next to Milo. “Why should he open up when you don’t do the same? Invite him over, I’ll talk to him.”
Milo paused, but it could be a good idea. Milo wasn’t into personal conversations, but Daniel was. “I’ll see what he’s up to later.”
Chapter 30
Samuel was sitting in the library looking through some of the leaflets he’d just been given by the nice lady who ran the careers and education advice centre there. He’d been online and reading up on things to do, and finishing his education was the best place to start. He wanted to get the basic exams, or the equivalent of them anyway, out of the way and then… Samuel looked down at the catering college pamphlet in his hands and smiled. He wanted to learn how to turn his cooking skills into something more advanced. Nothing fancy, he wasn't planning on becoming a Michelin star chef or anything, but he had this idea in his head about a little café and it wouldn’t go away.
To do that he’d need to know how to handle a busy kitchen and how to run a small business. It wouldn’t be easy, but Samuel wasn’t stupid and he loved to cook, and everyone who’d tasted his food so far thought it was nice. He daydreamed as he sat looking at the pamphlet, imagining the cute little café with its tables and chairs set out, a friendly server or two helping him, Samuel in the back, looking out at the people enjoying his food. He could see big glass doors opening up onto a nice seating area outside with pretty flower boxes and white tables and chairs with yellow canopies hanging over them. People drinking coffee and eating his homemade cakes as they watched everyone passing by, shopping and chatting.
It was probably just a dream. He couldn't imagine how much money that would take. Maybe he could get a loan or a mortgage, he had no idea, but he knew Milo and Daniel would help him and support him in any way they could.
Samuel woke up with a jump and checked his watch. He was late. He’d snuck out of the house while Milo and Daniel were out. He wasn’t alone, far from it. He had two guys on his tail all the time. They were outside now, watching him through the big window. Milo had been back at work for a week now after a month off and Daniel should be on his way home now from his late shift. It wasn’t often their shifts clashed, and Samuel was sure they’d arranged it that way for him, but this was the first day he'd been alone and he’d wanted to make his appointment here.
He stood up, packing his information and the two books the lady had suggested he borrow into his satchel, then he turned to leave, giving a quick look at the two plain clothes police officers watching him outside.
He was making his way through the bookshelves to the main entrance when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“Hey there, little one.”
Samuel froze.
“You remember me, huh?” The low rumble of laughter against his neck made his whole body shake and when the sharp edge of a knife was pressed into his side, he sucked in a deep breath.
“Boris,” he whispered.
“Hmmm. Just keep walking nice and slow. We’re heading out the back door. One noise and you're dead and so will your two friends. We know where they are. Don’t make us hurt them, Sammy.”
Samuel was crying silent tears as he walked to the fire exit at the back of the building, dipping his head and letting Boris lead him out. He would have risked his own life and tried to escape, but not Daniel or Milo’s. That was his biggest fear, that he would hurt them in some way by leading these men into their lives, and now it had happened. “Will you leave them alone if I go with you?”
“We may do. Depends on how good you are when we get you back to Nikolay.”
Samuel sucked in a deep breath as they emerged outside the building. Nikolay!
A car was waiting for them with another big guy in the driver’s seat. One Samuel knew. One who was cruel and who’d raped him on more occasions than he liked to remember. It was Kris who’d left the three inch scar on his arse when Samuel had first been taken and he didn’t know what lengths the men would go to get what they wanted from him.
Kris smiled wickedly as he watched Samuel being pushed into the backseat. A blanket was thrown over him and Boris sat beside him, leaning his body weight over Samuel’s to keep him down and still.
“Drive, Kris.”
Samuel sobbed as the car started up. The weight of Boris pressing down on him took his bre
ath away, but it was the thought of never seeing Daniel and Milo again which seemed heavier. He closed his eyes, ignoring the musky smell of the blanket and the dirty leather of the car seat, and thought back to the night before. Remembering their scents and the feel of their bodies. No matter what happened to him, he would always have the two months he spent in their arms.
When the car sped up and the road became straight, Boris sat up, lighting up a cigarette and barking out instructions in his native Russian. Samuel caught something about a new car but that was it. He curled up into a ball, trying to keep away from Boris and be quiet. When he was quiet they left him alone.
Soon, they stopped and he was lifted out of the back seat still in the blanket and thrown in the trunk of another car. He cried when the lid was slammed shut. No one would find him now. He was with them again. But he would never be theirs. He would always be Milo and Daniel’s. That would never change, no matter what they did to him. He would always love them and remember their love for him.
It seemed to be hours that he lay there in the stifling dark heat, the motion from the car making him ill. He braced himself at the back of the boot, straining to hear over the noise of the road beneath him what they were planning. He was going to kick them in the face and run when they opened the boot. He would fight them.
Samuel hugged himself and thought about Daniel and Milo. They would know by now he'd gone missing. It made his heart hurt in his chest when he imagined how upset they would be. How they would try and do anything to get him back. Stupidly, he imagined seeing Milo and his police friends turning up and pulling him to safety, returning him to the waiting arms of Daniel while they arrested everyone, but that was just a fantasy.
The reality was, he was stuck there with them until they killed him or moved him back into one of the underground holding dungeons where he started off his journey three years ago. He could try to run, but if he did, they would hurt the people he loved.
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