Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel (9 page)

“That’s it, Danny. You take my cock so good.” Daniel met his eyes, looking over his shoulder as Milo ploughed into him over and over, his cock swelling and balls pulling up. “Fuck, Danny.”

“I'm coming.” Daniel grasped the edge of the table even tighter, his body gripping hold of Milo’s cock as he shot for him.

“That’s it, come hard, Baby.” Milo held his arse cheeks open, watching his cock move inside him, turning himself on even more seeing Daniel’s arse take his rough fucking. “I love your arse.”

“I love you,” Daniel cried out, thrusting back onto Milo. “I love all of you, Milo.”

Milo fell forwards, lying over him and coming hard inside. “Danny. You’re mine. I love you.”

“Milo…”

“I love you.” Milo shot again, filling Danny up underneath him while his body gave out, crushing him to the table. “I love you,” he whispered against the back of Daniel’s neck. “I always have done.”

Daniel hid his face in his arms, and Milo gently kissed his shoulder, feeling him shudder underneath him.

“I can’t let you go. I don’t know what we have to do to make this work, but we need to try, Daniel. I’m not prepared to end this. I love you too much to just let you walk away. We both feel the same way.”

Daniel cleared his throat, making Milo groan as his arse clamped around his cock again. “It’s not enough. Love isn’t enough with us.”

“I’ll make this work, Danny.”

“How?”

Milo slipped his cock from Daniel’s body, kissing his neck and pressing their faces together. “I don’t know, but we’ll find out together. We can save what we have. We just have to do this together, Baby.”

S
amuel had a disturbed night’s sleep. He’d worried about the police officer coming round, but he’d stayed in his room and watched a film until he fell asleep. Daniel had been with him when he woke up around three a.m., comforting him through his nightmare and holding him while he drifted back off to sleep.

When he felt Daniel shift off the bed, he didn’t want to let him go, but the sound of someone else moving on the landing made him keep silent. He recognised the policeman’s voice, and felt bad for keeping them both awake for so long into the night talking about him and his problems.

It was only six when he checked the clock on the DVD player, but he was wide awake. He sneaked quietly across the landing to the bathroom. He peed and had a quick wash, brushing his teeth and checking his face for hair, but finding none. Daniel had sweetly put together his own little bag of bathroom stuff, including some nice smelling aftershave which he was sure Daniel would never wear because it was far too light and sweet. Daniel wore a musky scent which comforted Samuel when he caught a whiff of it around in the air.

He crept down the stairs, being careful not to wake Daniel, and made his way into the kitchen. He stopped breathing when he saw the handsome police officer from the day before stood drinking a strong smelling cup of coffee and looking at yesterday’s paper spread out on the table before him. Samuel was backing away when the big man spoke without looking at him.

“Morning, Samuel. There’s coffee in the machine if you want it.” He didn’t look up from his paper, and he didn’t sound like he really wanted Samuel’s company, so he kept slowly stepping backwards, keeping his eyes on the tall figure in front of him all the time. Even out of his uniform, he had this stern, controlled air around him, like you knew he meant what he said and shouldn’t disagree with it. “Don’t you like coffee?” The dark eyes met Samuel’s and he froze. “There’s tea too, of course. I have no idea if Danny has food in the fridge. He doesn’t usually.”

He leaned his back against the counter behind him and lifted one of his dark brows. “I’m not here to take you away. I’m not even here to question you. Danny and I spoke a lot last night about you. I just needed coffee before I set off for work.” Samuel watched a slightly irritated look pass over his handsome face. “I also wanted food, but…” He shook his head. “Danny’s not that organised.”

“I could make you something.”

Samuel played with the hem of the t-shirt Danny had given him last night. It hung around him and reached his knees, but it helped him sleep just having something of Daniel’s against him all night. He had a pair of old sweatpants on, which Daniel said he had for years and had outgrown them ages ago, but they still slipped over Samuel’s hips. He was sure he looked like a clown this morning and the way those big brown eyes ran over him from head to foot made him even more nervous.

“Cook what exactly?”

“An omelet. If you like eggs, that is.”

“Knock yourself out.” The dark-haired police officer smiled thinly, running his fingers though the wavy locks of black hair hanging on his shoulders before he sat down at the table and motioned for Samuel to come into the room. “I'm presuming you have to actually be in the room to cook anything.” A small smile touched the corners of his full mouth and Samuel stepped into the room, the cold tiles under his feet making him shudder more than he was doing already.

He turned his gaze from the imposing figure and concentrated on cooking. He grabbed everything he could see in the fridge and busied himself with beating the eggs and warming the frying pan. Samuel chopped up half an onion he found and added some leftover chicken from the roast Daniel bought yesterday. It only took him fifteen minutes and he was sliding it onto a plate and turning to see his silent, mysterious, dark-haired guest smiling quizzically at him.

Samuel slid the plate in front of him and stepped back, playing with the tips of his hair and watching as thick fingers took hold of the fork and sliced a piece off. Samuel bit his bottom lip and waited. There was a moment where the guy just held the food in his mouth before chewing and Samuel felt his heart take a dive into his feet. Then he breathed out when he heard a low moan.

“This is good, and all from leftovers. Thank you.” Those big eyes met Samuel’s and he smiled softly at the man who just yesterday made him so afraid he’d wanted to leave Manchester. “Don’t you want any?”

Samuel shook his head, watching him eat another mouthful.

“Well, at least have a drink.”

Samuel poured a cup of coffee from the machine and added milk and sugar, keeping his back turned and his mind busy so he wouldn’t panic.

“I'm Milo.”

Samuel nodded as he closed the fridge.

“I’m Daniel’s friend.”

Samuel sipped his coffee and glanced at Milo through the curtain of hair hiding him.

“Don’t talk much, huh? I quite like that. Especially in the morning. Sit down.” Milo pointed to the chair opposite him. “Daniel had a late night. I’ll call round to the local shop and get some food for you both. If you get dressed, you can come with me. I’m not really into food shopping. My sisters generally stock up my house while I'm at work.”

Samuel’s eyes opened wider as he sat down. He wanted to get out of the house, and he wanted to choose lots of nice food so he could cook things for Daniel, but the thought of being alone and out of the house with Milo frightened him.

“We can walk. You’ll be able to run if you feel the need, but I would hope you’d stay with me so I can look after you. Daniel would have me skinned alive if anything happened to you.” Milo smiled a little then sighed. “I know I'm not Daniel, I know I'm not easy to get along with, and the fact I'm a police officer really bothers you, but I swear I'm a good guy and I'm not going to take you away from here.”

Samuel held the cup in his hands, looking into the deep brown eyes holding his gaze. He didn’t have the natural easy nature Daniel did, but Samuel could see he wasn’t a bad person. He was stern and not very comfortable talking with him, but he was trying hard to keep Samuel calm.

“I’d like to go with you. And the car will be okay. I know you’re pressed for time.”

“Good. Get changed. I have to set off for work in an hour.”

Samuel left his coffee and quietly got dressed upstairs. The only clothes that really looked nice were the jeans and sweater Daniel bought him, so he slipped them on and pulled on his socks and trainers.

When he got downstairs, Milo had his coat on and was rinsing his plate in the sink. He cast a quick glance at him, looking over his body again as he switched the tap off. “Let’s go.” Milo placed his hand on the small of his back, gently encouraging him out of the house. Samuel tensed and stopped walking. “I'm sorry.” Milo stood back, removing his hand.

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. If you’re uncomfortable with someone touching you, it’s perfectly alright to ask them to stop.”

“Thank you.”

Milo’s car was so clean inside, it looked brand new and Samuel sat in the leather seat, gently running his fingertip over the metal head of the gearstick as Milo clicked his seatbelt closed.

“I love this car.”

Samuel smiled softly, taking his finger off the stick and holding his hands tightly in his lap. “It’s very nice. Very clean.”

“I like clean.”

Samuel sneaked a look at Milo’s profile, studying him quietly. He was very handsome. He looked different. His skin was like soft hazelnuts, and his eyes were a wide oval shape with black long lashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows, his nose strong and straight. He made Samuel think of a rich Arab prince. He was still staring at him when Milo turned to look at him.

“My mum’s Indian and my dad’s black, but both of them were born in the UK. That’s why I look the way I do. Thought I’d save you the time and just get that out of the way. I confuse people.” Milo laughed softly.

“I know the feeling.” Samuel smiled. “You look lovely.”

Milo opened his mouth but shut it again and tapped his fingers on the wheel as he steered the car out of the street. “Thank you. So do you.”

“Did you get picked on at school for being different?”

“When I was really young, I’d get asked all kinds of things. Especially about why my parents married, like they couldn’t believe it happened.” Milo smiled. “They’ve been together for nearly forty years, so they did something right. By the age of thirteen I was too big to really get bothered much. They soon learned I knew how to use my weight and fists, and stopped being pricks. They stayed away from me and I got on with my own business.” Milo tucked a strand of Samuel’s hair behind his ear, so they could see each other easily. “What about you?”

“I moved around a lot, so I never really got to the stage where people knew me and accepted me. I went to a lot of schools. I liked going there to learn, but I hated the looks I got. It was easier to be a girl. At one school I convinced everyone I was one and things were better.” Samuel smiled at Milo. “I didn’t like lying though, and then I moved anyway.”

“Don’t hide who you are, Princess. If anyone has a problem with you and how you look, that’s their fucking issue, not yours. You just be you.”

Samuel grinned. He’d never been called princess before. It should bother him because it was a female term, but it didn’t, it just made him smile more.

“That just slipped out. Sorry.” Milo ran his fingers through his dark hair and parked the car up outside the supermarket.

“It’s okay. I didn’t mind. You know, not in front of people is okay.”

“I’ll bear that in mind for next time.” Milo winked quickly then stepped out of the car, waiting for Samuel to close his door before he locked it. “Let’s stock those empty shelves up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daniel’s cupboards hold food before. This will be interesting. Just get what you want. Anything you need. They have clothes in there. Pick out a few outfits.” Samuel was about to shake his head, but the stern look in Milo’s eyes made him stop and he just nodded. “Good.”

Samuel and Milo had the same idea about food. Everything Milo picked up was organic and fresh. Samuel filled up half the trolley with fruit and vegetables and Milo slipped in lots of creamy full-fat stuff and fruit smoothies, saying Samuel needed to put some weight on. While Milo took a call, he motioned for Samuel to head to the clothes, looking even firmer when Samuel paused for a moment. A slow tilt of his head and a lifted brow had Samuel rushing off down the aisle.

There were so many to choose from. Samuel had hoped he would just be able to grab something and run, but he found himself getting confused and unable to decide what he should buy. He’d never been clothes shopping before, so he didn’t really know which size to buy. Everything had always just appeared before him and he had worn them, not caring what they looked like.

Milo was beside him ten minutes later and checking his watch. “Problems?”

“I don’t … I’ve never done this before.” Samuel felt his lip wobble and just grabbed something from the rail in front of him.

“Do you like that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Look at it.”

Samuel sighed and put it back. “Can you choose for me?”

Milo rolled his eyes, but nodded. He slipped his finger down the back of Samuel’s sweater, the contact making him shudder. “I'm just checking the size. Okay, let’s go. You like this?”

Samuel nodded and Milo held it up against him. “You could pretty much wear anything and make it look good.” Milo grabbed another pair of jeans, four t-shirts, another sweater, some loose slacks and a button down shirt. He glanced over Samuel again then grabbed a waistcoat and some sort of big woolen cardigan and threw them all in the trolley. “Okay, go try some shoes on and grab some underwear. I’ll be putting this through at the till.”

Samuel grabbed a few more things, tried on a pair of new trainers and some pumps, then headed back to Milo.

“You need anything else while we’re here?”

“Do you like pineapple?”

Milo nodded, still placing items on the belt.

“I won’t be a minute.” Samuel picked up a pineapple, brown sugar and some other ingredients then raced back. Milo glanced at the pile of stuff in his arms and met his gaze. “Pineapple upside down cake.”

“Oh right.” Milo chuckled. “God, Daniel is so lucky to have you living with him.”

“You’ll be coming to eat too though. I thought you would be.”

Milo thought about it while they stared at each other. “Yeah, sure. Thank you. I’d like that.”