“Detective Taylor who you’ve been speaking to about the case. He mentioned something about letters which you have from your dad?”
Samuel’s brows creased and he relaxed a little bit. “What about them?”
“Well, your dad was one of the first guys to investigate these pricks and he had some information which was important. That’s probably why he moved you down south and hid you away. There could be something in them, even if it’s in code. They need to look at all of them. Can you show them to me?”
Samuel stood up with a sigh and nodded. “I’ve read through some of them since I've been living here and they’re all just personal stuff, but I haven't read them all and it’s been such a long time since I opened them. It was just too hard to look back when I was taken. I was afraid they would see how important they were to me and take them from me. I had to hide them. They’re all I have left of him. I don’t want to let them go. I took them with me everywhere since I moved into care. I never knew if I would be going back to the same house, and things got stolen all the time.”
Milo joined him, rubbing his shoulder and nuzzling his neck with his stubble covered chin. “I’ll make sure they’re looked after and returned as soon as they can be.”
Samuel went upstairs and retrieved the bundle of letters, the paper torn and tattered and strapped together by elastic bands. “They’re all here.”
Samuel pressed them to his chest, tears springing to his blue eyes. Milo hated taking the only link to his old life, the life which had so cruelly been stolen from him. Even before he was kidnapped, they were ruining his life. His dad’s death was no accident, they all knew that, even Samuel. That had been hard to explain. Milo hated giving him more pain when all he wanted to do was save him from it, but he wouldn’t hide such an important thing from him.
“Thank you.” Milo hesitantly offered his hand to Samuel and waited for him to lay the bundle on his palm. “I’ll ask someone to pop round and collect them and explain how important they are to you.”
“Thank you.”
Milo gave him another big hug. “You're doing really well. I'm so proud of you. Every day I wonder just how strong you have to be to get through what you got through. I don’t think I could have done it. You're the strongest person I’ve ever met.”
Samuel chuckled. The throaty sound went straight to Milo’s cock and he rolled his eyes at his own body betraying the moment. “Someday maybe I’ll see myself that way too.”
“You will do. Danny and I will make you see it.” Milo’s phone buzzed. This time it was a text from Daniel saying he was safe and back at the station and he’d be home in about an hour. They both breathed out and smiled. “That’s good news.”
“Very.” Samuel nuzzled his face into Milo’s chest and sighed before tilting his head back and looking into Milo’s eyes.
Milo dipped his head and kissed Samuel, holding onto his hips a little too tightly, but he always felt like he couldn't get enough of him, like Samuel was about to evaporate in front of his eyes and leave them. He deepened the kiss, crushing his mouth to Samuel’s and teasing his lips open with his tongue. When Samuel moaned softly, parting his mouth, Milo slowly caressed his top lip before slowly joining their tongues in a dance which neither could get enough of.
“Don’t ever let me go,” Samuel moaned out when they came up for air.
“I won't.” Milo pressed him down on the sofa and climbed over him, resting his big thighs on either side of Samuel’s lithe frame. “You're not going anywhere.” He traced his fingertips down Samuel’s cheek, staring into those wide, blue eyes. So full with honesty and wonder. He appeared delicate and frail when he wasn’t. Milo knew how much strength Samuel had inside him, and his goal in life was to continue to nourish that strength. “Do you love me?”
Samuel blushed. The sweet shyness which still clung to him made Milo’s heart ache inside his chest, but the pause made him unsure about everything happening between them.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
“Milo.” Samuel took hold of his shoulder, stopping him from moving, and smiled. “Of course I do. You just… I thought maybe you didn’t want me to, not yet.” Samuel hung his arms around Milo’s neck, pulling him down and kissing him again, lifting his body up so they were pressed tightly together. “I love you, Milo. So much.”
“Samuel…” Milo let more of his weight crush him into the sofa beneath them, wanting to be as close as they could while they kissed. Hearing him say the words out loud to him made everything seem brighter, more in focus.
Every kiss with Samuel was mind-altering for Milo. It took him over, turned him inside out, and he never thought he would feel that for another man. There was only Danny who could do this to him, but now… Now he had two men who drove him crazy, but with Danny Milo could work out some of the need and the tension. They had an outlet. A tried and tested one. One which kept Milo’s mind out of the gutter and his cock in his pants. Lots of sex. But with Samuel…
“I need you,” Milo groaned against Samuel’s lips. “If you had any idea how much or what I wanted from you, you’d run.”
“I want it. I want everything from you. From both of you.” Samuel reached between them, cupping Milo’s cock over his training pants and working down his swelling shaft slowly, Milo growing harder with each millisecond. “I want to touch you.”
Milo and Samuel still hadn’t moved on in that way. He touched Samuel, but he was still overcautious about taking anything from him and wanted to be sure Samuel really wanted to do this before they went further. “I want that too, but—”
“No buts.” Samuel squeezed and Milo’s cock thickened, growing heavier and fuller. “I want you.” Samuel licked Milo’s lip. “I want to see you in my hand. See how big you are. Feel how hot your skin would be against mine.” Samuel kissed him and Milo’s restraint slipped. He kissed him back harder than he’d ever done, grinding his cock into his hand until Samuel pulled back, breathing hard and gazing up into Milo’s eyes. “Let me touch you, please.”
Milo could see the longing in Samuel’s eyes, hear the demanding need in his voice. Without saying anything they both knew it was time to move on and share more together. Samuel’s delicate fingers ran around the rim of his pants, keeping his gaze on Milo the whole time. The slow tease and the way both of them started to breathe harder made the moment seem even longer, and when Milo felt the material slipping over his hips, he moaned, bowing his head down and pressing his forehead to Samuel’s.
The moment his cock sprung free and the cooler air hit his hot flesh, Milo groaned, lifting up on his arms so he could see in between them both. He was so hard, so flushed and swollen, and seeing the tentative movements by Samuel’s slender hand as it came closer to his aching length made him begin to breathe heavily.
“You’re so hard.” Samuel’s fingertip was right there, almost touching him, and Milo wanted to jerk his hips and move things along, but he didn’t. He grabbed hold of the leather beneath them, clinging onto the sofa as he took back a little control and let Samuel move at his own pace. “You're beautiful.”
Milo smiled, maybe even half laughed, but it caught in his throat when Samuel’s nail made contact with his base, barely scratching, just pressure. Milo bent his head and breathed deeply, watching as Samuel traced his whole long length with that same faint, tantalising touch. Just that sensitive caress was enough to get his cock leaking, and they both moaned as he spilled drops of precum.
Samuel’s gaze was now stuck on Milo’s cock, and grasping the rigid length was turning him on more and more. His cock was erect, pushing against his pants, and his beautiful creamy skin was rosy. Milo was concentrating on how stunning Samuel looked when his whole body tensed, going stiff as a board. Samuel’s finger was slipping over his head, running through the precum leaking from his slit and wiping it around him while Milo grunted.
“Samuel…” Milo bit his lip, really struggling with not moving his hips and doing what his cock demanded him to do.
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br /> Samuel’s awe filled eyes, wide and hazy, never left his hand, never pulled away from Milo’s cock. Milo had to close his eyes. It was too much. As soon as he took a breath, it was kicked from him. Samuel was holding his base, loosely and uncertain.
“That’s it,” Milo croaked. “Just like that.”
Samuel’s hand crept up his shaft, and Milo hurt from being so hard. He’d never been teased so much, never held back like this. “You look even bigger in my hand.”
“Small hands,” Milo panted out with a smirk.
“Big cock.” Samuel flashed his gaze back to Milo’s and they shared a smile.
Milo did look even bigger in his hold, but then his and Daniel’s hands were bigger, not that he was small, but Samuel was something different entirely for Milo. He’d never desired anyone like him before, never been with anyone so willowy and slight.
“A bit of both.” Milo stopped breathing when Samuel tightened his grasp, working his full length upwards—his fist making sure to capture Milo’s wet head and roll his palm over it. “Fuck!”
“Too much?” Samuel whispered and Milo looked down at him.
His blond hair was spreading around him, the waves of thick locks creating a halo. His lips were flushed and red, his eyes wide and so blue. Milo was breathless just from looking at him and a new wave of desire ripped through every inch of him. He needed Samuel. Not just needed but craved him. Samuel was his. His and Daniel’s.
Keeping the possessiveness deep down in his stomach, Milo took a breath. “No,” Milo growled through his teeth. “No. Perfect.”
Samuel kept up his movements while Milo tried to concentrate on his hand—his beautiful slender, long fingers moving so delicately over his flesh had Milo spilling more precum. His cock was wet with his own juices when Samuel’s second hand wrapped around him, encasing his whole length and began to move up and down. Milo looked into his eyes, unable to stop his hips this time and jutting into him. Samuel tightened his grip watching Milo, and then moved harder, keeping up with his thrusts.
Milo threw his head back, balls pulling tight, back arched and rigid as he came. “Samuel!” It seemed like forever until he was able to take in a breath, but when he did, he sucked it in then shot again. “Jesus, Baby.”
“Milo.” Samuel’s clothes and hands were covered in cum, not that either of them minded.
Milo saw how close Samuel was and quickly freed him from his pants, sliding down his body before wrapping his mouth around him, moaning louder than Samuel when they connected. This was the first time he’d blown him, and he wanted to savour every smell and taste, to lick and suck him until he learned every line and ridge, every vein and curve. But Samuel was too far gone, wailing as Milo took him to the base, swallowing him down in one motion and working his throat over Samuel’s stiff cock.
“Milo. Milo. Milo.” Samuel was losing himself under Milo, thrashing, lifting his hips and crying out. “I'm coming.” Samuel fisted his hands in Milo’s hair, clinging onto him and pushing his mouth further down as he came. He screamed out Milo’s name as he pumped into Milo’s throat.
Milo pulled back, wanting to taste him, and felt the second shot cover his tongue. He tasted gorgeous. Milo would never get enough of him. He wanted to stay on his knees and suck him until he got hard again and gave Milo another shot, but a little chuckle from across the room made them both startle, and Milo slipped his lips from Samuel’s pretty cock and saw Daniel leaning against the doorframe, cock hard in his jeans and a cheeky smile on his lips.
“Am I too late to join in?”
Chapter 26
Daniel teased them both for about half an hour after he got home. He was still hyper from work, and although the sight of the two men who he found so alluring turned him on, he was okay with waiting and having fun all together later. Besides, he was starving and after Samuel and Milo quickly separated themselves and got off the sofa, both partially dressed, they’d shared hugs and kisses, then Samuel ran into the kitchen to check on the curry in the oven.
He pulled out a cauldron-looking thing which Daniel knew wasn’t his and set it on the table while he messed around with several other new-looking machines on the surface. One had rice in it, and Daniel lifted a brow as he drained a bottle of water. “Where’d these come from?” He went to touch the cauldron and got his hand slapped by Samuel.
“That’s just come out of the oven. It’s cast iron—you’ll burn yourself.” He shook his head. “And you, a fireman.”
Daniel smirked as he sat down. “A tired and starving fireman. You been out shopping to some strange kitchen place while I was at work?”
Milo poured them all a glass of wine and sat down, placing a small tray of dips and plate piled up with poppadum’s—home cooked ones too. “We called round to my place to grab some more clothes and Samuel had an orgasm in the kitchen.” Milo grinned at Samuel spooning out the rice from the strange-looking thing on the surface. “They weren’t any use to anyone there, so we brought a few things with us.”
Daniel looked back at the cauldron on the table and then to Milo. “You ever used any of these things yourself, or are they Mummy’s?”
Milo grunted before he took a drink of his wine. Daniel and his family didn’t have the greatest of relationships. Mainly because Milo was the only boy and totally coddled by his three sisters and mum, and although they knew he was gay and supported him, they still didn’t like Daniel. He got the feeling from them that he wasn’t good enough and he’d been so nervous the few times they’d met, he’d made a fool out of himself.
“Rekha was so nice to me.” Samuel kissed the top of Daniel’s head as he placed the rice on the table. “She showed me how to use everything and gave me this recipe to cook, along with the hundreds of herbs and spices I needed to put in it.” Samuel sat at the head of the table with Milo and Daniel on either side of him, their normal table arrangement.
“You met his mum?” Daniel tried to hide the surprise in his voice, but it didn’t work. “That took me over three years to do. You introduced him to your mum?” Daniel frowned at Milo and the table went quiet.
Milo’s dark eyes kept on his the whole time. They both knew this was a big deal to Daniel and there was no backing out of it now. “She was there when we arrived. It wasn’t planned. She was just checking up on the house for me because I'd asked her to. I haven't been there for longer than a few minutes at a time.”
Daniel took a deep breath, trying to keep the frustration inside him and leave it alone. He took the oven mitt and lifted the lid on the cauldron, smelling the spices from the steam which filled the room. Okay, so it smelled delicious and looked great. “A family recipe, huh? One you eat often at home, Milo?”
Milo nodded, keeping those sexy eyes of his on Daniel’s and trying to guess where this was going.
“It looks good.” Daniel bit his tongue to stop what he really wanted to say from coming out. Like how he wouldn’t know what their family ate because he’d never been included in that part of Milo’s life before. He’d been held back and kept to the side, relegated to a friend, or as someone who shared Milo’s bed occasionally.
Samuel took hold of his hand, obviously not understanding what was going on, but wanting to ease him with his soft smile and caring look. “She asked about you. I got the impression she was worried about you.”
“Worried about me?” Daniel gave himself some of the chicken curry and sighed. “Yeah, probably because she knows we’re all living here, and saw how Milo looked so loved up by your side. Maybe she was just worried I was going to cock things up for the happy couple.” Daniel could have slapped himself, but he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Milo stood up, running his hands through his hair before grabbing a Coke from the fridge. “This is an old argument. One which I know I contributed a lot to by never sharing my feelings with you, but I shared how I felt with my family, Danny. They’ve known for a long time that I'm in love with you. Just see this from their point of view.” Milo sat bac
k down, taking hold of Daniel’s other hand in his. “They only know one part of the story. Mine. They don’t see what a prick I've been to you, and I wasn’t about to explain it to them. But… I did. They know now. They know about everything.” Milo looked to Samuel and smiled softly. “It wasn’t planned, but like you said, my mum saw what was happening with Samuel and me, then when she brought up me and you, I couldn't lie to her. I didn’t want to deny you or Samuel. I told her the truth.”
Daniel had no clue how his mum would react to her son being involved in a ménage. He didn’t know her enough, but she seemed pretty traditional in most things. “How’d that go?”
“There were… questions.” Milo winced a bit and Samuel laughed.
“She’s your mum. She’s bound to have loads of questions.” Samuel took over handing out the food while he talked. “She was nice. We talked about the meal, about the equipment I was taking, and then she moved onto other things.” He grinned as he sat down again. “Other things being us three. Milo ran off.” Samuel stuck his tongue out at Milo. “But she made me tea and we chatted. She’s so understanding. I liked her a lot.” Samuel looked a little down, and both Milo and Daniel touched him, unable to stop themselves from reaching out to offer him comfort and forgetting their minor issues. “She likes you too, Daniel.”
“I guess I just haven't had the opportunity to see that.”
“That’s my fault, Danny. It will change. I promise. Things are different now. They should have changed ages ago.”
Daniel squeezed Milo’s hand. He didn’t want to drop all their issues on Milo’s shoulders. It wasn’t just his cross to bear. “It took two to mess things up, but it’s taken three to sort everything out.” He smiled at Samuel. “Things couldn't have been different, but they are now we have you with us. I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil dinner. Ignore my mood.”
“Your feelings are important, Daniel.” Samuel leaned over and kissed him. “Very important.”
They began to eat and the room filled with Daniel’s groans and their chuckles. It tasted even better than it smelled and they all enjoyed it, especially Milo who gave Samuel the best compliment he could do, that it tasted just like his mum’s. Samuel blushed and Daniel felt that overwhelming feeling of love burst through him. Speaking of love, Milo hadn't voiced his feelings for Samuel in front of him, but Daniel mentioned his mum saw it, so maybe they’d talked.
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