“Should I come back later?”
Milo groaned at the sound of Dalton behind them, and Daniel quickly stepped back, leaving his body cold and alone, desperate for more.
“No. Now’s fine. I suppose.” Milo took a few deep breaths, checking his coat hid most of his erection before he turned around. “Let’s get this over with.”
Chapter 9
Daniel swept back his hair, looking between Milo and Dalton as they stood in the garden watching him carefully. “I’ll talk to him tonight. I’ll keep in touch with you. Just call me and let me know how things are going on your end.”
Dalton left them alone with a nod and a short wave, but Daniel held Milo back.
“I’ve got to go, Danny.”
“Milo, I don’t want you to get in any trouble for this. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” Milo smiled softly. “Can we talk tonight? Either here, or… Yeah, I suppose it will have to be here. You can’t leave him alone.”
Daniel leaned against the doorframe and bit his lip. Talking with Milo about their personal stuff shouldn’t happen. “I made my decision. I haven’t changed how I feel for you. I still love you. But nothing else has changed either.”
Milo stood closer, kissing him hard and fast, pinning him against the wall with his bigger frame. Daniel had to hold onto his jacket just to stop him from slipping to the ground. No matter how many kisses they shared, they were all the same—consuming and mind altering. Daniel could barely remember his own name when Milo pulled back.
“We’re talking later. That’s happening.” Milo placed his cap on his head and adjusted his jacket over his cock. “And after I’ve shown you how wrong this stupid idea of ending things is—” Milo met Daniel’s gaze, the serious tone to his voice and the firm line his lips were pressed into showed Daniel his pig-headedness wouldn’t be argued with. Milo moved next to him, grabbing the back of his hair in his tight fist, forcing Daniel’s head back and his mouth to open. “I’m fucking you into tomorrow.”
Daniel tried to come back with something, but his mind was blank, and all he could think about was Milo above him, holding his arms to the bed and fucking him like he needed right now.
“I’ll be round about eight. Make sure Sleeping Beauty is in bed. I don’t want an audience.” Milo gave him one last long look, then marched off around the corner, leaving Daniel hard as hell and trying to stop himself from panting.
“Fuck!”
No matter how much Daniel wanted to stop it from happening, the painful truth was, he really wanted it to happen. He needed it to happen. He would have let Milo take him right there and then if that’s what he wanted. He was so fucking weak around him. Daniel punched the door after he closed it, swearing loudly at himself.
“Daniel?”
He stopped breathing and clenched his fists tightly together. He couldn’t be near Samuel right now.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes. They’re gone. Don’t worry about them. I just need a few minutes. Why don’t you make us some tea? I won’t be long.”
Daniel didn’t even look at him as he swept past Samuel, running for his room and slamming the door behind him. He needed to come. Milo had worked him up too much to just continue on as if nothing had happened. Daniel wasn’t in control around Samuel as it was, and he couldn’t risk doing something to upset him. Maybe if he got himself off now, he wouldn’t be as desperate to be with Milo tonight. He smirked at the thought. He could spend all night with his cock in his hand and still beg for Milo. His touch was nothing like his own. Milo knew what Daniel wanted better than himself most times.
He dropped his training pants and shorts to the floor, pulling his t-shirt off and grabbing the lube from the bedside drawer. Milo made him lose his mind. He was starving for his touch, his body aching with the need running through it. He looked down at his hard cock standing erect from his hips, gently running his finger over his head, smoothing the drops of precum over himself and sighing as he stiffened.
He wetted his cock, slipping the lube over his fingers and laying on his side. He needed more than just his cock touched. His insides screamed for something big and hard plunging into him, but his fingers would do for the quickie he had in mind. He was sure after his talk tonight with Milo he’d need his dildo, but for now, this would be enough to take the edge off.
His cock was pulsing in his hand as he slid it loosely up and down his hard shaft. His other hand was behind him, running over his twitching hole a few times before he stopped teasing himself and pushed his first finger inside it. He moaned, his other hand tightening around his cock. He stretched himself open with two, filling himself as deep as he could get and sliding them out, opening them wider and groaning when his arse stretched.
“Milo.”
Daniel buried his face into the pillow, gasping as he fingered himself harder, fucking into his fist and calling out Milo’s name. He needed more, Milo was nice and thick, he stretched Daniel open more than any other man had ever done. Daniel’s third finger got him to call out and his cock to leak like crazy—it was spilling over his fingers. He lifted his leg up to his chest, fucking his arse harder, just holding his cock in the other, needing to be fucked deeper than he could reach.
“That’s it, fuck me.”
He thrust his fingers in as deep as they could reach, and a few twists of his fist over his cock got him there fast.
“Milo!”
Daniel came hard, shooting over the sheet, his fingers clamped tightly in his body as he twisted them inside him.
“God, I need fucking.” Daniel slipped his fingers from his arse and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.
He wanted to continue if he was truly honest with himself. If he was alone, he’d spend all afternoon with his selection of toys and ride the biggest of his dildos to end the night in his favorite position—kneeling on the floor with ten inches of rubber propped on a pillow between his thighs and his arse riding it hard until he shot all over the hardwood flooring. He rubbed his face roughly and sat up. What he was going to do was take a quick cold shower and go drink the tea Samuel was making him.
“Shit!” He jumped up and stood on the landing, looking down the stairs. What if he’d run? “Samuel, you okay down there?”
“I'm fine.”
Daniel jumped in the air, his hands flying to his cock as he spun around to face Samuel right behind him. “Jesus Christ.” Daniel ran into his room and slammed the door shut. “I'm sorry.” He banged his forehead on the door and grimaced. “I thought you were downstairs.”
“It’s okay.” He could hear Samuel’s voice shake and he sighed heavily. “I was just using the bathroom.”
Daniel threw on some jogging pants and a t-shirt before opening the door again, catching hold of Samuel’s arm as he headed down the stairs. “Hey, I'm sorry. I was just getting in the shower. Are you okay?”
“I’ve seen a naked man before, Daniel. It’s not a shock.” Samuel smiled softly then dropped his head, playing with his hair as it draped around him like a shield. “I'm sorry I scared you.”
“I’m just not used to sharing yet. It will get better, I promise.” Daniel moved into the bathroom, washing his hands and face as Samuel leaned against the wall, his eyes following him everywhere he went. Daniel dried his face then smiled at him. “How about that bacon sandwich I promised you a few hours ago?”
“I can make it for you while you have your shower. There’s no rush. Just come down when you smell the food.” Samuel leaned up and kissed Daniel’s cheek softly. “Thank you for today. If you hadn’t run after me, I wouldn’t have stopped.”
“It was blind luck I saw you sprinting across the car park on my way home. Don’t run again, Sweetheart.” Daniel hugged him tightly. “I know you’re scared, but from now on, we do things together, okay? You’ll always be with me.”
Samuel relaxed into his body, his scent and lithe frame doing naughty things to Daniel’s confused brain again. The way Samuel held
him, the way he pressed up against him, the way he caressed Daniel’s spine with feather light, teasing touches, and the heavier pants of air coming from his mouth, it confused Daniel’s body.
“You’re so kind to me.” Samuel’s lips fluttered against the skin of his neck as he spoke and Daniel sucked in a deep breath of air and tensed against him. “You’re a wonderful person, Daniel.”
“I want you safe.” Daniel gently coaxed Samuel from him and looked into those big blue eyes. “We need to talk tonight. Not in great detail, but I need the basics about the people who are trying to find you. If we’re going to stop them, I need to know who I'm dealing with. Milo, the tall, dark-haired police officer who scared you—”
“The good-looking one?”
“Erm, yes.” Daniel smiled down at him. “Yep, that one. He wants to help me, but you don’t need to talk to him, I can do that. Just tell me things, and when you are ready, Milo will be there for us.”
“He’s your friend?”
“Yes.” Daniel brushed back Samuel’s hair and kissed his forehead. “He’ll help us find these pricks who are after you. Between us, we’ll find them. I promise.”
“Is he always so… firm?” Samuel bit his lip and Daniel grinned.
“Yes, but he can be nice too.”
“Is he nice to you?”
“He has his moments.”
“And you trust him?”
“I do, with my life.”
“Then I trust him too. I don’t like him, but you do, so that’s okay with me.” Samuel stepped closer, pressing their chests together, his full lips meeting Daniel’s again. It was longer than a peck, and his body was too close to be a casual kiss, but Samuel stepped back, a slight blush colouring his cheeks and those lips flushed a darker pink. “I’ll be downstairs. Enjoy your shower.”
Daniel watched him walk downstairs, then fell against the wall, his mind a mess and his poor body confused. He needed that cold shower more than ever, and he twisted himself around, rolling into the bathroom and closing the door before he stripped off.
He made sure the water was tepid, keeping himself cool while he soaped his body up, making sure every inch of him was free from the sticky lube covering his arse and balls. He spent a little too long down there, and his cock rose again. He frowned at it and took his hand off his balls. He could already smell the bacon frying, and his stomach growled loudly. Food took over his thoughts, and he rinsed off before drying himself and dressing in the discarded jogging pants and t-shirt on the floor.
Samuel was in the kitchen when he got down, humming to some dance tune on the radio while he fried a few eggs. Daniel watched him from the doorway, enjoying seeing him sway to the music. He could move. The way those hips swayed and how his pert arse, still encased in the tight fitted skinny jeans, jiggled around made Daniel imagine him on stage, maybe with a pole, a pole would be good, and less clothing, maybe something black and tight, but more… Was he thinking of lingerie? Dear God, he was. Like stockings. Stockings would look good on those legs. And his arse, it was crying out for some sort of silk panties.
“Daniel!”
“Huh?” Daniel refocused on Samuel standing on the other side of the room, a spatula swinging from his hand and big smile on his face.
“Where does your mind go?”
“The gutter apparently,” he murmured quietly. Daniel shook the sexy image out of his head and smiled. “This smells so good. Thanks. It’s much better than what I would have done.”
“It’s just eggs and bacon. I toasted some of the bread you bought this morning and there’s tea in the sitting room. Go sit down and I’ll bring this in.”
“I’ll put on another film for us. What do you fancy this time?” Daniel grabbed the remote, flicking through the TiVo films.
“Do you like musicals?”
“Erm… no. But I have some. They were my mum’s. What you thinking of?”
“The Wizard of Oz.”
“Okay, I have it.” Daniel searched through the back of the DVD cabinet and pulled it out. “I can suffer that one for you easily.”
Samuel swept past him as he knelt on the floor, placing his plate on the coffee table and sitting on the sofa where he sat last night. “You have so many films.”
“This is just the tip of the iceberg. You should see the spare room. It’s filled from floor to ceiling. Feel free to look through them and pick whatever you want. There’s a TV and DVD player in your room. Just pop whatever you want on.”
“Thanks. If I can’t sleep, I’ll take a look.”
Daniel plonked himself on the other side of the sofa, taking a big bite of his sandwich. “Hmmm, this is perfect. Just what I needed.”
“I like cooking. It’s something I’m good at. One of the foster homes I stayed in, the lady, she ran her own café. I used to help out after school.”
“You went into care after your uncle died, right? When you were ten?”
Samuel nodded, his mouth still full. He swallowed then took a drink of tea. “I moved around a lot. I didn’t really fit in anywhere. Some houses had a few kids there. They didn’t really like me. But I was pretty quiet, and I also looked different. They didn’t know what to do with me.” He smiled.
“How many places did you stay in?”
Samuel licked his lips while he thought. “Ten, I think. I moved around from place to place, sometimes staying in children’s homes. I got used to it. I never needed much anyway. It was moving schools which bothered me. I’m pretty stupid when it comes to things like that. Just when I got settled, I moved.”
“That doesn’t make you stupid. It just means you didn’t get the chance to learn what the other kids did. You could take your exams again, get your high school equivalency at home in open learning courses. Did you get a chance to take them the first time?”
“No, I … I stopped going to school when I was fifteen.”
There was that age again. Fifteen. It was the age those scars happened, the age everything changed for Samuel.
“That’s when you came out of care, right?”
“Yes.” Samuel put down his sandwich and played with his hair. “That was when everything changed.”
Daniel shifted over to him, turning Samuel to face him. “What happened?”
“All I remember is walking home from school one afternoon. Some man in a big car pulls over and says he’s from Social Services. He looked the part and told me the lady I was staying with had been taken ill suddenly, and I was going back to the children’s home I left a few months earlier.” Samuel paused, lost in his thoughts for a few moments. “I was fifteen when I was taken… and seventeen when I escaped.”
“You were kidnapped?” Daniel was stunned. He thought a foster parent had abused him and hurt him, but this…“And no one noticed? No one did anything?”
“I’m sure they did. I’m sure someone looked for me, but… When I said things like that, they would tell me I was just another runaway who got lost in the big city. No one wanted me, no one cared. I had no family, no close friends. Who would bother to keep looking?”
“Samuel, I know this is difficult for you, and I don’t want to push you for more than you’re willing to share, but if I could find out more information about before they took you. Just find your records, see if the police found anything out about who took you, it would help, Sweetheart.”
“What do you need?”
Daniel cupped Samuel’s chin in his hand, tracing the outline of his face with his fingertip. “Your surname would be a good starting point. Some names of the places you stayed. Anything you can give me.” Daniel stared into Samuel’s wary eyes, not sure if he’d asked too much too soon.
“It’s Tate, Samuel Tate. My father was called Neil and my mum was called Elizabeth. If you get me a pen and paper, I’ll write down what I can remember. I don’t know addresses, not even surnames. I remember my social worker was called Helen Moody because she was really moody.” Samuel grinned at him.
“Just give me what you can.
Milo is visiting tonight. I know, don’t look at me like that. I’ll set up the TV in your room and stock it full of sweets and chocolate so we can talk down here without bothering you.” Daniel passed him a pad and pen, then sat back, eating his sandwich and watching Samuel’s neat writing spilling onto the page, too impatient to wait to see what he was writing, and reading it as he got it down. “You last lived in North London, near a big park. Finsbury Park?”
“I don’t know its name. I’d know it by looking at it. I used to walk past it on the way home. He took me just after I passed it.” Samuel stopped writing and just sat still.
Daniel put his plate on the table and pulled him onto his thighs again. “I can’t imagine how scared you were, and I know talking about it will make you feel those dark emotions again, but I’m here this time. You’re not alone, and you’re not with them, you’re safe here. You’re so brave. I’m really proud of you.”
“You might not be later.” Samuel played with the neck of Daniel’s t-shirt before running his fingertip over his collar bone. “They made me do a lot of things I’m not proud of.”
“See, right there is why no matter what you tell me about what happened while they had you won’t change how I see you. They made you do those things. You’re not at fault. You did whatever you did because you had no choice. You should be proud you survived, that you got away. You’re strong, Samuel. So strong. I don’t know if I could have gone through what you did and still be here, still be smiling and cooking bacon sandwiches.” Daniel smiled when Samuel looked into his eyes, a softer look filling them.
“I’ve never really had friends before, but I want you to be one, Daniel.”
“I am one. One you can trust to be there no matter what.”
“I like you.” Samuel ran his nail around Daniel’s collar thoughtfully, watching as he moved it up his throat.
“I like you too.” Daniel gripped Samuel’s hip, stopping himself from running his fingers through his hair and pulling him to him.
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