Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2) (37 page)

Dalton sighed, running his hand over his head. “Don’t tell me you're a wanted man, Troy?” He smirked, but placed his hand on Troy’s thigh. “Feel free to tell me anything, it’s not going to change how I feel or what I think of you.”

“You say that now, but it will change, Dalton.” Troy kissed him quickly.

People always changed, even if it was just to offer sad glances. Troy wanted his past with his mum out of the way, and he needed to tell him about the parole hearing. It was a big deal to Troy and he didn’t want to leave Dalton out of the loop while he and Liam got on with it. The good thing was, now he had two caring men to lean on and offer him support, and that couldn’t be a bad thing.

Chapter
40

L
iam did a once over through the whole building of Aspire before he joined Troy and Dalton in the changing rooms. They were both in their shorts, reclining on one of the benches, still talking about what had gone on with Milo and Samuel that afternoon.

Liam joined them, catching the tail end of Dalton speaking about returning to the counsellor one last time, this time to discuss his new relationship. “I don’t see why you have to do that. It’s none of their business and you don’t have to declare your sexuality.”

Dalton sighed. That wasn’t the first time Liam had said it. “Yeah, I know, and Milo’s not saying I have to declare it for any legal reason, just to help me out and make sure I'm in the right place when I return to work. Plus, I’ll get support and offered advice on how to deal with any issues I get at work from either other staff or the people on the street. It’s just something I think I should do. It feels right, and I want the counsellor and Milo to be confident I'm cool with all this.”

Dalton met his eyes. “He seems to think I should be strung out and stressed to the point of breaking, but honestly, I'm more chilled out now than I was when I was living with Kelly and dealing with her having an affair. It feels like I've started again and I'm ready to go with it and see where it goes, not worry about what other people will think and how they may judge me. Yeah, it will happen, but how I deal with it is the most important thing.”

Liam stripped off his jeans, and then released a big breath. “You do what you feel is right for you and we’re going to support you through it any way we can, but I just don’t want you to feel pushed into anything.”

“I won't be pushed into anything, I promise.” Dalton stood and kissed him gently. “So, is it empty?”

“Yeah.” Liam smiled wider, then took Troy’s hand and pulled him to his feet. “I made sure Kathy left the sauna and the steam room on for us, so we’re good to go. Which do you fancy first?”

Dalton and Troy shared a look, and then smiled at him. “Steam room.”

“Okay. Shower first?” Liam nodded to the big group shower room which house five people, and they all grinned.

“Will we ever get to the steam room if we go in there?” Troy edged down his shorts, leaving them on the tiles and standing confidently naked between them, edging his fingertip down each of their chests with a coy smile on his lips.

“Maybe not,” Liam replied gruffly, his shorts already tenting at the sight of Troy’s sexy body.

Dalton was the same and he shook his head. “Can we leave it for afterwards?”

“Sure.” Liam pulled off his shorts before looking at Dalton, who sighed, pulling his own down, his cock standing up and Dalton looking embarrassed about it. “Hey,” Liam tilted his head back and Troy joined him, running his hands over Dalton’s creamy skin and kissing him. “We’re all excited, Dee. This isn’t a bad thing, it’s a good thing. Don’t be shy about how you want us, because we can't hide how much we want you.”

Liam took his hand and moved it to Troy’s cock, working it up and down and listening to Troy moaning softly. “See, and I'm the same.” He took Dalton’s other hand, enveloping his own stiff length and kissing him quickly. Dalton groaned when they both took hold of his cock, two hands working his length until it was rigid and flushed.

“We should stop,” Dalton breathed out. “I'm still over excited by this whole thing and I feel like… well, not like I did when I was a teenager because I wasn’t randy like this all the time, but I'm guessing I should have been.”

“Hmm, if you’d been anywhere near us, you would have been randy as hell.” Troy kissed him, leaving his hard cock begrudgingly. “Let’s get in that steam room.”

The heat and steam filling the small room made them all fan themselves, but as soon as they settled down on one of the mosaic tiled benches, they all sighed and laid back, letting the scented steam cascade over their still tense bodies.

“It’s been a hectic afternoon,” Troy whispered out, eyes closed, legs stretched out on the bench he was sitting on.

“Yup.” Liam lifted his legs up and looked up at Dalton sitting on the bench above them. “And not just with you.” He leaned forward and kissed Dalton’s knee.

“Yeah, but I'm glad we talked before we got to Milo’s.” Dalton sighed, running his hands over his head and the water which was already forming on his brow from the steam. “I'm glad you could share all that with me, Troy. I know how difficult it was, but now I know, I can support you better.”

Troy still had his eyes closed and Liam knew it was because he was afraid should they open they would be misty and full of the emotion he was still trying to overcome from their chat. Dalton was now up to speed on Troy’s life with his mum and her death, and he was more than concerned about his dad. Liam even overheard him talking to Milo about it in the garden before they left.

All three laid still, letting the increasing heat and the boiling temperature of the steam cover their bodies. It did wonders for Liam’s stress and he was sure it had the same effect on the other two. After five minutes of silence, Dalton sat up. He was the one feeling the heat the most.

Liam tapped the bench he was sitting on. “You're too high, Dee. Come down and it won't feel so hot.”

Dalton shifted places, and leaned back on the tiles, their legs entwining in front of them and a smile playing on their lips.

Troy lay on his side and looked across at them. “I could seriously sleep in here all night.”

“Yeah, you could.” Liam snorted. “He loves the heat. I'm having a cold shower in a few minutes, then getting back in.”

“Use the ice bucket and be brave.” Dalton chuckled.

“Ugh. I will if you two do the same.” The bucket was, in Liam’s mind, a small torture device. It was full of ice cold water. You stood under it and pulled the rope and, hey presto, you were dunked in ice and ready to go back into the steam room.

Troy laughed as he sat up. “I'm not even hot. You two do it while I watch.”

Dalton and Liam nodded, Liam opening the door and Dalton following.

“You first.” Dalton waved a hand to the bucket above them.

Liam groaned, but stood under the bloody bucket and Dalton pulled the rope. Liam would have screamed if he could actually make any form of sound, but he was in shock and he just stood there, grinding his teeth together while until it wore off and he could move. “Holy fuck, that’s cold.” He shivered as he pushed Dalton under it, Troy busy snorting into his hand as he watched them.

“Liam… I need time to prepare.”

“Fuck that.” Liam pulled the rope and Dalton half screamed, half ran, but Liam held him still, making sure he got a good dose of the water before he pulled him back into the steam room.

That time they all felt quite cool and ready to be warmed up, and Liam jostled Troy in between them and grinned. “We owe you some play time.”

“Oh, yes. That you do.” Troy splayed his legs open and looked between them. “Well? This cock won't get sucked by itself.”

Liam and Dalton grinned, then Liam took hold of Troy and lifted him onto the step above, opening his thighs wider and nodding to Dalton to join him. Troy watched in silence, the bravado from earlier now gone, and Liam smoothed a hand down his thigh, looking into those wary green eyes. “Just lay back and enjoy it. Don’t think, just feel.”

Troy nodded.

It was more Liam touching him which played on his mind, Liam could tell, but he wanted Troy and he wasn’t going to just slip into couples and pair off. This had to work with all three of them. It was what they really wanted. It was just another hurdle to jump before things could settle in a more lucid way.

Liam watched as Dalton took the lead, kissing Troy’s cock with those slow, tender kisses which he’d shared all over Liam’s cock. Liam flickered his gaze between both of them, enjoying watching Troy bend his head back, exposing his throat, his chest heaving, the ink work on his body gleaming under the sheen of sweat and water.

Dalton was still unsure about giving head, but Liam couldn’t see a reason why he would be. The first time Dalton sucked his cock, he’d blown his mind. Liam stroked his back, whispering how good he was doing, telling him to look at Troy and see how beautiful he was. Dalton groaned when he looked up the lean expanse of flesh on display, his cock rigid like Liam's between his legs.

Liam moved forward, encasing Dalton’s cock in his hand and joining his mouth on Troy’s cock. He paused, taking in Troy’s cock up close, memorising everything he could in the short time before kissing the tip of his head. Troy moaned louder feeling two sets of lips on him and Liam watched as green eyes met his, mouth open, pants filling the room as they sucked up and down his length. Liam moaned when he felt Dalton’s hand on his own cock. He tried to concentrate on Troy, on blowing his mind, but he found his cock distracting him and putting him off in a big way.

Soon, both him and Dalton were making a wet mess of Troy’s cock and balls, their saliva coating him and each of them taking turns to suck him off. Liam was more experienced and could take him deeper, but Dalton’s softer caresses kept Troy on the edge for longer.

Between their different styles, Troy was losing his mind above them, begging to come. Dalton sat back, quickly falling to his knees on the ground, settling himself in between Liam’s thighs and sucking him off, letting Liam give Troy the orgasm he’d been so patiently waiting for.

Between Troy’s cock pounding his throat, and his own being sucked by Dalton’s strong mouth, Liam was a grunting mess as he began to get there. His balls lifted and he sucked Troy’s cock deeper, taking him to the balls and listening to his wails as he spurted into Liam's mouth. It made Liam come—jets of cream hitting Dalton’s tongue.

Liam was overcome. Having Troy after all those years was a special moment for both of them and they shared a look before their attention shifted to Dalton.

Lifting him in between them, Troy laid down, motioning for Dalton to kneel over his face so he could suck him off, a shared look with Liam and a gentle nod of his head to Dalton’s arse and a flick of the tongue got Liam smiling. It was time for Dalton to experience his first rim job.

Liam knelt behind Dalton, rubbing his cock over Troy’s face. Streams of precum were coating his face and turning on Dalton even more, causing louder moans as he began to move his hips. Liam gently eased his cock into Troy's mouth, watching as Troy slowly began his teasing movements around it, their eyes connecting before Liam moved his attention to the firm globes of Dalton’s ass.

Liam gently massaged both of Dalton’s cheeks, getting closer and closer to his cleft before parting them and catching sight of his tight, puckered hole. “Dee, your ass is fucking beautiful.”

Dalton moaned louder, turning to see what Liam was doing, but Troy must’ve sucked him deeper because his attention was quickly back to Troy again. Liam leaned in, kissing his hole tenderly and the little squeal he got made him chuckle. When he licked the tight, sweet hole offered up to him, Liam took his cock back in his hand and worked himself as he tongued the tight opening.

Dalton was wild now, moaning loudly, calling out both of their names. He was losing every bit of control he had and Liam loved it. When Liam managed to squirm his tongue into the tight hole of Dalton’s arse, he kissed and sucked, lapping at his hole until Dalton was shouting out he was coming.

With one quick movement, Liam eased a finger inside him, Dalton stilling his tense body—almost there. Liam reached his prostate and rolled a fingertip over it while Dalton came harder than Liam had seen him do before.

Liam worked the special spot until he was truly spent and falling over Troy, then he helped move Dalton from his knees and they collapsed in a heap until Dalton said he had to get out or he was going to pass out. Time for a cool shower. Liam grinned to himself, mentally ticking off another first on Dalton’s list.

Chapter
41

D
alton was lying on the sofa in the sitting room with Mog curled up on his chest and his feet lying on Troy’s thighs as they watched a film. Liam was grilling some food out on the deck and Troy was sketching some design ideas down and playing with Dalton’s feet in between.

After returning from Aspire the night before and the hectic day before they went, they’d eaten a late supper and then gone to bed. It felt good sliding between the cool sheets and having two warm bodies to hold close. That night, Dalton made sure Troy was in between him and Liam. He knew in times like these Troy and Liam would have shared a bed anyway, and he felt Troy needed to be the one with two men on either side of him.

Troy hadn't complained and slept all night in their arms, falling asleep well before Liam and him as they whispered quietly. The morning brought kisses and touches, more practise on his oral skills by taking his time on both of the men in his bed. He teased and tortured them both, before crawling up their bodies and asking them to kneel over him and take over how they wanted their cocks sucked. He’d enjoyed that more, laying there, having both of them use his mouth, fill him up with their cream. It made him blow all over himself and he’d been worn out afterwards.

He’d left them in bed as they snoozed while he nipped out and came back with bacon and eggs. It was the smell of the food cooking which got them out of bed, and they had a late breakfast before he and Liam went for a run by the canal. When they returned, Troy suggested they all go for a ride on the bikes and have a pub lunch—not at his aunt’s place this time.

It was nearly seven and Liam was grilling some steaks to go with the salad Troy made before they put the film on.

Dalton had a meeting scheduled with the counsellor the next day, and then a meeting with Kelly and their mortgage advisor regarding the house going through into her and her new chap’s name. Troy was going with Liam to see his solicitor for the final verdict on his dad’s parole hearing. Dalton had a feeling they would release him, but he was hoping he could pull a few strings and get him out of Manchester so Troy wouldn’t have to worry about running into him.

In hindsight, taking some days off had been the best idea ever, because Dalton couldn’t imagine going through all this and having to deal with work, or seeing Liam and Troy struggle to go to work. The good thing was, in a week, a lot of this shit would be over and done with. Kelly would have the house, Dalton would have his money, Troy would know what was happening with his dad and Liam could stop stressing about both of them a bit.

Dalton was sure it was because of the high intensity situations happening around them they’d bonded so well and so quickly. It was two days since they all decided to give the ménage a go, but so far, everything seemed less complicated. Dalton presumed things would be a hell of a lot more complicated, but there was no stress.

The pain he’d felt over deciding who to be with, worrying if they wanted him, how things would work out, how he would deal with the sexual side—it all seemed so much easier. It was thinking about it which was difficult. Once they'd all stopped thinking and just acted, everything was perfect.

“Steaks are ready,” Liam hollered from outside, shaking both him and Troy from their thoughts. “We eating out here or what?”

“Yeah,” Troy shouted back.

Dalton moved his feet from Troy’s lap, letting him stand and stretch while he got Mog comfy on the sofa. It was sweet they let him bring her back, but he was worried about her and the roof terrace. She wasn’t used to living high up, so they were all keeping an eye out for her and trying to keep her inside while she got used to it. Dalton still didn’t know if he would be living with them full time. A few days had been mentioned, so he was thinking of his future and where he would be. He could buy his own place in the same building if there was one for sale when the money freed up from the other house.

As they settled outside at the table, Dalton handed out the salad while Liam slapped the steaks on their plates, Troy opening up the bottles of beer he’d brought out.

“I was thinking I should buy my own place, something close to here. Maybe something in this building would be fine, but I don’t know how you’d both feel about it. Is it too close too soon?”

Liam and Troy stopped what they were doing and just looked at each other.

Dalton cleared his throat, feeling more edgy. “I mean, if it is, then it’s okay. It was just a thought.”

“You thinking of moving out already?” Liam sat down, taking a pull from his beer. “What’s happened? We freaking you out by being too full on?”

“Yeah, because if it is too soon, you know, the sex, and the living together.” Troy took hold of his hand. “Well, it doesn’t have to move like this. It just felt okay, and you haven’t said you felt it was fast, so…”

“No,” Dalton hurriedly broke in. “It’s nothing to do with what’s going on here. I just thought this was, you know, temporary, and I should think about where to go from here.”

Liam sat back, him and Troy both sharing the same look while Dalton fiddled with his food. “I don’t want you to leave, Dee. If you feel this isn’t right for you, then obviously you can go, but I don’t want you to feel you
have
to. If you need a new place, and this isn’t going the way we thought, and you need space, or we need space, then an apartment in the building is good. Keeping you close as possible, but honestly, the idea of you moving out kinda hurts.”

Troy nodded, tapping his knife on the plate distractedly. “Yeah, I don’t want you to go, that would feel all wrong. I mean, okay, if me and Liam didn’t live together and we weren’t the other two in the ménage, then maybe it wouldn’t feel so strange, but us two being together while you're not, it would feel all off.”

Dalton nodded. He shared their feelings and concerns, but it was their home, not his. “If I was sharing this place, even on a short term basis, I'd like to pay rent and contribute.”

Liam thought about it for a short moment, and then nodded. “I'm good with that. I'm sure we both want you to feel secure, and paying your way would help you out with feeling that way.” He smiled at Dalton. “We can think about long term later when you're more confident about this whole thing and feel more settled.”

Dalton nodded again, this time feeling happier about everything. “So, it’s okay if I plan to be here for a month, and then look at it again?”

“A month? Are we
that
short term in your mind?” Liam sliced up his steak, not looking at either of them, but his gruffer tone and colder edge to his body language gave off waves of judgement Dalton’s way.

“Liam, give him time.” Troy frowned, still playing peace maker.

Liam huffed as he gave up toying with his food, placing his fork down and looking between them. “I'm trying. I really am, but it’s difficult. I don’t like you leaving to go food shopping, and he’s talking about moving out.” Liam grunted. “I'm not used to letting the people I love get far away from me.”

“I know and I love that about you.” Dalton smiled, reaching for him. “I'm just thinking about us all, about this whole thing and trying not to rush either of you. I'm happy here, and I'm eager to stay. I just don’t want to presume anything.”

“Can you see further than a month with us?” Liam met his eyes and Dalton smiled.

“Sure I can. I don’t see an end, but what I want may not happen, and that’s not just down to me, but you two as well. We’re all in a rough place relationship-wise. You had just Troy for years, Troy’s had you and just come out of a relationship. I'm ending a ten year marriage and trying to get my head around my sexual side waking up. I feel like I'm a teenager again, no home, no job, I'm horny all the time and can't think straight.”

Liam grinned. “I like the horny part.”

“Yeah, I knew you would.” Dalton chuckled. “I'm just trying to say I'm not ready to end anything, but I don't want to add any pressure on you two either.”

“I'm okay with this, Dalton.” Troy kissed him gently. “It’s okay. Let’s move on as we are doing, but know you’ll always have a home here with us. I don’t want you to leave, and obviously Liam doesn’t, but like you say, let’s deal with it in stages.”

Dalton felt a little better knowing he was okay and they were fine with him being there, more than fine. If Liam had his way he’d be there permanently by the sounds of it, and Dalton didn’t have any reason to say no. If he wasn’t so afraid things wouldn’t work out and he’d be hurt, he’d quite happily voice how much he wanted to live with them, but it was too soon. He needed security and he needed to make sure in his own heart it really was long term with them.

There was only so far his head would listen to his heart, and although his heart was shouting out loud and clear for him to admit how much he loved these men, his mind kept holding him back. He’d been hurt, and he couldn’t let go just yet.