Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel (14 page)

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aniel watched Milo’s sexy body as he dried himself. Having him practically living here was different, but nice. Well, nice now Samuel kept Milo calm and took charge of the house for him. It helped Milo relax a lot, because, and Milo would never admit this, but the guy had serious OCD issues about cleaning.

He wasn’t as bad here, but Daniel had spent enough time at his place to know how bad he got. Samuel seemed to understand him better, maybe even shared some of those traits, but he kept Milo sane and seemed to be able to talk him around his issues rather than pointing them out and making a big deal about them like Daniel did.

They had come to bed later than normal, but it was difficult separating Samuel and Claudia. They would see her again. Daniel promised Samuel she could come visit anytime she wanted to, and of course, they could talk over the phone now any time they wanted to. Samuel had been exhausted and fell into bed as soon as she left, leaving Milo and Daniel some alone time before they came to bed. Sleep was the last thing on Daniel’s mind though, and he watched Milo standing in front of him.

“Get in bed. I can’t take much more of this teasing.” Daniel threw back the sheets, lying back and stroking his cock as Milo smirked at him from the bottom of the bed.

“Hmm, I like watching you. I may stay here for a bit longer.”

Daniel groaned. “Can’t you just once do what I want and get your sexy arse in bed?”

“What, this arse is sexy?” Milo dropped his towel and turned his back to Daniel, shaking his firm arse at him.

“So unbelievably sexy.” Daniel crawled over to him, and kissed his arse cheek. “I love your arse.”

“I know.” Milo laughed as Daniel licked him softly, following his cheek up to the base of his spine and kissing him again. “We need to have loud, lose your mind sex. We should think about soundproofing this room or something so I can hear you shouting my name out.”

“Or I can hear you talking dirty to me while you try to break the bed in half by fucking me hard.”

“Hmm, I do miss talking dirty to you, Baby.” Milo pushed him backwards, climbing over him and straddling his cock with his arse. “Whispering is hot, but I prefer not thinking about disturbing our guest while we do it.”

“I’m sure he's heard us by now. Even when we’re quiet, we’re not really very quiet.”

Milo grinned before he kissed him. Daniel rose up, pushing his cock into his arse, wanting to feel Milo’s cheeks wrapped around it and riding him. That was the closest he came to actually fucking Milo, and it drove him wild.

“You like him hearing us,” Milo whispered against his lips.

“I do not!” Daniel frowned, but he was lying. The thought of Samuel hearing him moaning, letting him guess why he was moaning, it got him harder and he imagined Samuel laid in bed, listening to them, maybe even joining in by pulling his cock. “Maybe a bit.”

“A bit?” Milo laughed. “How stupid do you think I am? You just got twice as hard even mentioning his name.”

“You’re not exactly soft, Milo.”

“I have you underneath me. I'm always hard and desperate when that happens.”

“You’ve thought about him.”

Milo half smiled, then kissed him and ended the conversation while they got hot and heavy together. Daniel had both of their cocks in his hand and Milo's mouth on his nipples when they heard a loud bang from downstairs. Milo was off him and grabbing his taser gun before Daniel had taken a breath.

“Stay here.” Milo wrapped the towel around his hips as he took off, silently making his way downstairs.

Daniel crept out of the room, stumbling into a pair of jogging pants as he walked to Samuel’s room. The door was partially opened, and when he looked inside, he found it empty. He released a breath, then looked downstairs.

“It’s okay,” Milo shouted from the kitchen. “It’s just Samuel.”

“I'm coming down.”

“There’s no need. Give us a minute.”

Daniel knew the tone of voice. It was his, ‘do what I say or else’ tone. “Fine!”

Daniel knew by now Milo and Samuel had some sort of special bond between them. Samuel shared things with him which he wouldn’t with Daniel. They talked about other things, still hard and deep issues, but Daniel knew he got the semi skimmed version and Milo got full fat.

He laid in bed for half an hour, impatiently waiting for them to come back upstairs. What the hell was going on? Daniel had been going through the list of things they should be doing in bed when he sat up, cock half hard and patience gone.

He walked slowly downstairs, being careful not to make too much noise. He didn’t know what had happened, and despite his mind being in the gutter, he still wanted to make sure everything was okay. Milo wasn’t too good with the soft things. Samuel may need him now.

“Mil—” Daniel stopped at the door to the sitting room when he saw Milo’s practically naked body behind Samuel, both of them standing in the middle of the room, and looking like a wet dream come to life. Samuel’s creamy skin was against Milo’s dark, his back pressed against Milo’s hairy chest. “Is everything okay?” Daniel cleared the frog from his throat and met Milo’s eyes. Oh, he was turned on too.

Milo stood back, his cock hard beneath the towel, and covered his face with his hands. Samuel shook when he stepped away, and Daniel’s brain kicked into the right gear and he moved forwards. “Samuel, are you okay?”

“I'm okay now.” Samuel wouldn’t look at him and when Daniel drifted his gaze down to his crotch, he could see why. Milo wasn’t the only one turned on. “I'm going back to bed after I get a drink. You two can go up. I'm alright.”

Milo and Daniel stared at each other, and then Milo walked past him, holding their look all the way. “We need to talk,” he whispered into Daniel’s ear.

Daniel nodded and let him leave, then moved to Samuel in the kitchen. “Sweetheart, it’s okay.”

Samuel shook his head and sighed heavily. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Don’t blame him for this. All he did was hold me.”

Yeah, that’s all it took though. Daniel just didn’t see how much Milo wanted Samuel until then. “Well, I understand. Your body reacts when you don’t mean it to.” He cast his eyes over the expanse of naked flesh Samuel had on show. The only clothing he had on was a pair of Daniel’s old sweatpants, and they hung so low on his slender hips that they showed the beginning of the curve of his arse. He made Daniel hard from across the room, so being against him, feeling his warmth and enjoying being touched—Daniel took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. He had to make sure of one thing though.

“Did you want him to touch you?”

Samuel paused, keeping his back to Daniel. “Yes. I wanted to be held by him.”

“But… when he reacted to you… Did you…” Daniel sighed heavily. “I just need to hear that you understood at any point you could have said no, and it would have ended.”

“I knew that. I didn’t want him to stop.” Samuel looked over his shoulder, his hair hiding most of his face, the ends tickling his spine as he moved. “I enjoyed him holding me. You know I did.”

“Sometimes the body confuses everything.”

“Milo doesn’t want me, it’s you he wants. I only came down here to give you two some privacy.”

“Oh…” Urgh, Samuel had heard them, just like he knew he would do at some point. “I'm sorry, we try to keep it down.”

“I know.”

“Thin walls.”

Samuel smiled, twisting his hair in his fingers and leaning up against the fridge. Daniel couldn’t look at him for long periods of time when he was fully dressed, so seeing him look so damn sexy and semi-hard—it made Daniel’s own cock rise up and he had to turn away from him.

“I have to go.”

“Daniel…” Samuel’s long, cool fingers ran down his back, his body behind him, soft lips on the nape of his neck. “I'm sorry.”

“Don’t be. Honestly, I understand. As long as you’re okay, I'm happy. I’ll, erm… go to bed. See you in the morning.”

“Night.” Samuel’s touch left him and he fought the urge to spin around and hold him, kiss him, push him up against the wall and…

“Night.”

Daniel practically ran upstairs into the bedroom. He found Milo sitting on the edge of the bed, face in his hands and shoulders hunched. “Milo, this is… It’s difficult for all of us.” Daniel crawled onto the bed, pressing his chest to Milo’s back and hugging him. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not, Danny. It’s far from okay.”

“You were turned on when you went downstairs, seeing him look so fucking good was bound to do something to you. Seeing you holding him like that had me hard in a second, so holding him… Milo, don’t beat yourself up about this. He was okay.”

“I know he was. You thought I took advantage of him?” Milo shoved Daniel from him and laid down.

“I know you didn’t.”

“You still checked though. I heard you.”

“Just like you, I feel bad for even thinking about these things. I saw how he wanted you, Milo. I just had to hear him say it was alright.”

“We have to talk to him. I mean seriously talk to him about this. We have to sort this out, or at least give him the option of moving out.”

“Moving out? We talked about that. He’s not leaving.”

“At least give him the chance to decide about it, Daniel. If we don’t, then how are we any different from the men who held him captive before? Have you even thought about that? It’s not that different really.”

Daniel kneeled open mouthed, looking down at Milo. “You seriously think we’re on par with those fuckers? Seriously, Milo?”

Milo closed his eyes and shook his head, but the thought wouldn’t leave either of them alone, and Daniel was even more confused and hurt thinking about it.

“I’ve always given him a choice.”

“Not about this. And with us two so messed up around him, it’s messing him up too. All he’s ever known is how to keep alive, to do what he has to do to survive. This could be his way of keeping alive, of keeping us happy and him with us. He says he’s not confused, but come on, he has to be, Daniel.”

Daniel laid next to Milo and both of them stared into the darkness for a long time until Daniel eventually spoke. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow. I have the next two days off. It gives us time to resolve this.”

“Okay. After breakfast, we’ll talk. Then I have to go into the office and meet up with Dalton and CID. They want more information from Samuel. Mainly about the big guys. Anything he can tell us about what happened there, not just about him, more about if he heard anything, saw anything. Places he went to where we can place undercover officers.”

“You want to do all that after we tell him we’re both too turned on to think straight and he may have to move out?”

Milo groaned, but he turned and took Daniel in his arms. “There’s never going to be a good time for this. We don’t have to mention how we want him, just that he has the option to move out if he wants it. If he has the option, and he wants it, then that’s proof enough for me we’re doing something he doesn’t want us to do with him.”

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he house Milo and Daniel brought him to visit was one of hundreds that looked alike. Row after row of terrace houses with no gardens, all with the same feel to them, like they weren’t homes, just a place to stay until something better came along, or until they got chucked out for not paying the rent.

He walked around the sitting room and kitchen, both small and neat, but bare from life and anything personal. This is where he would be living if he took up the offer of protective custody. He’d have a strange police officer or two sharing with him. Not Milo. He said he would visit, but Daniel couldn’t, just in case.

He had no idea how long they planned to keep him here or what would happen afterwards, but the thought of being here even for one night freaked him out. He didn’t want to leave Daniel’s home. He didn’t want to leave Daniel… or Milo. This place felt less secure than where he’d been, and the two men who he trusted helped with that.

“How long would I have to stay here?” Samuel moved back the curtain and looked up and down the road at the front of the house.

Milo moved behind him, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder. “I’d say definitely until they were arrested. But then the trial will take time. During that they would be looking for the key witness. We’d have others by then, but they’d want you, Samuel.”

“That could take ages.”

“You wouldn’t have to stay here. We could move you away, give you a new name, let you live a more normal life, but you’d still have to be watched, Princess.”

Daniel slumped into one of the chairs and met Samuel’s eyes. He didn’t like this place either. “You don’t have to do this.”

Samuel nodded, but he could feel how tense Milo was next to him, and he was sure it was Milo who’d asked for him to move out. They’d been stupid, and Samuel had pushed him too far. He looked up into the beautiful brown eyes watching him closely, and felt a deep ache in his chest.

“I know you’re scared, Samuel, but you’d be looked after here. I promise you’d be safe.” Milo’s thick finger traced the soft skin on Samuel’s shoulder as they talked.

“It’s just an option for you.” Daniel moved to them by the window, leaning against the wall. “No one’s forcing you to move from my place. I don’t want you to go.”

“Daniel!”

“Milo, this isn’t right. He should be with us.”

“It doesn’t matter what we want. This is Samuel’s decision.” Milo stepped closer, Samuel’s back now making contact with his chest just like the night before, one of his hands holding his hip a little too tightly.

Samuel reached out and placed his hand on Daniel’s chest, looking between the two men who he cared about and trusted more than any other living person. “Neither of you want me to go?”

“No!” They both answered together and Samuel smiled.

“I thought you did.” Samuel looked back to Milo and saw a dark look pass over his eyes before he shook his head. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. Even after last night, I still don’t want you to be apart from us.”

“I don’t want that either,” Samuel whispered and felt Daniel move against him, pressing their chests together, and his hand holding his other hip. “It’s not living here, it could be anywhere and I still wouldn’t want to go because I wouldn’t be with you two.”

Samuel had both of the men who he wanted so badly so close to him, and just how he imagined while he was in bed last night. Being surrounded by them, encased in their arms, feeling them so close.

He was blushing and turning from them when he felt his body react, and of course Daniel felt it too. “Samuel…” Daniel gently tilted his head back and looked into his eyes. The air was too thick, too hot. Samuel felt like his stomach was on a roller coaster and his whole body shuddered.

He leaned back, resting his body heavily against Milo’s chest, strong arms winding around him and holding him firmly while Daniel moved forwards, keeping all three of them in contact by wrapping his arms around Milo’s back and crushing Samuel between their two hard bodies.

“I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave you two.”

“You don’t have to,” Milo gently whispered against his neck. “But if you stay, we need to talk, Samuel.”

“Don’t leave us, Sweetheart.” Daniel gently kissed the corner of his mouth, a gentle moan falling from Samuel’s lips. Both of them reacted to the sound, their bodies tensing around him.

He reached back, running his fingers through Milo’s black hair, keeping his face against his neck, the other hand wrapped around the belt in Daniel’s jeans, pulling him flush against him and moaning again when he felt how hard Daniel was for him.

“Keep moaning like that, and things are going to happen which we can’t stop.” Milo almost growled his words out, and of course, Samuel moaned louder. His arse pressed harder against Milo’s cock, his own stiff length rubbing up against Daniel’s. “Jesus Christ. You’re killing me. Both of you.” Milo stepped away first, taking a big breath and running his hands over his head before fisting them by his side.

Daniel took Samuel into his arms and looked into his eyes. “We both want you a lot. I don’t think you know just how much we both have to hold back with you, Samuel.”

“I hold back with you too. I want you a lot, you know I do. You’ve always known I wanted more.”

Daniel pressed him against the wall, his heavy frame covering Samuel’s slender build and Daniel’s thighs pinning his legs between them. Samuel groaned when he felt two big hands on his arse, pressing their bodies together, both of them moaning and grinding as Samuel reached up and kissed him. Kissed him hard and demanding. It wasn’t like the other kisses—this one told Daniel just how sure Samuel was about this. No hesitation, no fear, just lust and the demand for more.

“Baby.” Milo was next to them, running his hand over Daniel’s back. “You have to stop.”

“No, please.” Samuel took hold of Milo’s hand and kept him with them. “I don’t want to stop.”

Milo nodded, a soft little smirk on his lips. “Yeah, I know. But this isn’t happening here. It’s not happening at all until we talk some more.”

“Jesus Christ.” Daniel stood back and faced Milo.

“I know you need him, Baby. You think I really want to hold back?” He took Daniel’s hand and placed it over the thick outline of his cock straining in his jeans. “We’re leaving.”

He gave them both a stern look and Samuel closed his eyes, trying to control his body and do what was right, but all he could think about was having them both against him again, feeling their hands running over every inch of his body while they took turns at kissing him. He breathed out, staring into the blackness and heard Daniel groan sexily. It hit him hard, like a punch, and he bit his lip, trying to find a bit of control somewhere inside his frustrated, excited mind.

“You’re testing my resolve, Samuel.” Milo was closer to him, caressing Samuel’s neck with his lips as he spoke. “If you could see how beautiful you look right now, you’d know why.” Milo’s big hands were on his shoulders, flowing firmly down to his chest. “You were born to tease.” Milo was almost against him, his lips so close to Samuel’s jaw, following it to the corner of his mouth. “To tempt.” He kissed Samuel’s bottom lip, teasing it in his teeth softly. “To fascinate.”

“Milo…” Samuel moaned his name, arching his back from the wall, seeking contact with Milo’s hard body in front of him but finding him gone.

“We all need to calm down.” Milo sounded frustrated, and Samuel slowly opened his eyes, seeing him standing at the opposite side of the room with his back to them. Daniel was still close—green eyes so bright and wide, his body just as excited and desperate as Samuel’s. “Daniel?”

“Yeah…” Daniel and Samuel stared into each other’s eyes, both not wanting this to end.

“Daniel!” Milo repeated a little more firmly.

“Let’s go home, Samuel.” Daniel offered Samuel his hand and they shared a smile as Samuel moved from the wall.

Milo was splashing cold water over his face in the kitchen sink and they waited for him to take a few moments to gather himself before he opened the door and nodded at the two plain clothes police officers sitting smoking in their car. “It’s a no.”

They nodded, a slightly disappointed look on their faces, but Daniel held him closer, quickly walking him to their car and settling him in the back. Samuel wanted him to sit with him, but then the thought of being in a confined area and no escape made Samuel think the drive home would be a lot more interesting than the drive here.

Daniel grinned at him. “I was thinking the same thing. Best to give us some space.”

Milo slammed the door and glanced at Samuel in the rear view mirror. “You okay?”

Samuel was far from okay. He felt like his skin was crawling, itching, needing to be touched. He felt like he was burning from the inside again, the white hot heat in his core exploding and moving through him like waves. The tension and need filling the car seemed to vibrate between the three of them, getting stronger every second.

He’d never been so physically excited before—his cock was so hard it hurt him. He eventually turned away from Milo’s erotic gaze and shook his head. He wanted to be alone and have his hand wrapped around his aching cock and their images in his head, because he was sure what he really wanted, to be in their bed with them surrounding him with their hot bodies and sensual touches, wasn’t going to happen.