Manchester Ménage 01 - Saving Samuel (16 page)

“You'd be our lives.” Daniel kissed his neck again.

“I want that.” Samuel cried out and Daniel saw Milo’s hand cupping Samuel’s cock over his pants.

“You want your cock touched or…” Daniel grinned and Samuel shook his head violently.

“I want to be your life. For you to be mine.”

Milo crushed his mouth against Samuel’s in the hardest kiss they’d shared before he leapt off the bed with a growl. “We should stop.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Daniel grunted.

Samuel reached both his arms behind him, pulling Daniel’s mouth to his and ignoring Milo’s request. “I need you. I need it now. Please touch me.” Samuel sobbed into Daniel’s mouth then looked between them both. “I've never asked for anyone to touch me before. Please don’t say no to me. I can't stand it. I hurt inside because I want you both so much.”

Milo’s dark eyes softened and Daniel knew they’d won him over.

“Milo…” Daniel shrugged off his t-shirt before moving his fingers teasingly down Samuel’s chest, finding his stomach and teasing all three of them by rolling his thumbs along the waistband of Samuel’s pants. “You can always just watch.” Daniel winked at Milo, but Samuel shook his head.

“No, I want you both. Milo…” Samuel reached out for him, and Milo barely took a second before he was back on the bed, ripping his own shirt off and pulling all three of them to the mattress in a heap of arms and legs.

Both of them were too desperate, too out of their minds to care about anything but getting Samuel naked. He’d been on Daniel’s mind for longer, but Milo was just as lost as he was when they teased his pants and shorts to his hips and freed his cock. Just like the rest of Samuel, it was stunning—long and slim. Darker than the rest of him, but still creamy and pink, the blond hair surrounding it shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Samuel moaned in that alluring way again, his cock standing up so stiff and flushed, pressing against his stomach.

Both Milo and Daniel shared a heated look before they moved to touch him. One hand on his balls and cock, the other covering every inch of Samuel as they ate up his body. Daniel cupped Samuel’s balls, rolling the full, taut globes in his hand, watching Samuel arch from the bed, his cock sliding into Milo’s loose fist.

“Fuck!” Milo opened Samuel’s thighs, pressing his knee against Milo’s bulging cock and grunting as he rocked into it.

“Milo.” Daniel struggled with his jeans, sliding them to his hips and pulling his cock as he bent over Samuel’s flushed skin, kissing the hot flesh and working his way up to his nipples where he sucked and pulled, listening to all three of them moaning, the bed shifting under Milo’s thrusts. Daniel and Samuel kissed, their mouths open, breaths being shared, moans being drowned out by their mouths clashing together.

“Come over him, Danny.”

Daniel threw his head back, his cock so hard in his hand. He glanced down and saw how flushed Samuel’s cock was, how much he was leaking, Milo’s hand gliding up and down his shaft.

“I'm coming.”

“That’s it, Baby. Watch him, Samuel.”

Samuel lifted his head just in time to see Daniel shoot a rope of cum over his stomach, his long slender fingers flying to it and running it over his skin.

“Let go, Princess.” Milo clamped Samuel’s knee in between his legs, thrusting onto it harder. He was close, his gaze flickering between Daniel’s cock and Samuel’s. Daniel groaned, another shot escaping his cock. “Come for us, Samuel”

“Milo!” Samuel found Milo’s gaze, breath pausing, body taut as a bow as he arched his back upwards, digging his heels into the bed. Both Milo and Daniel watched the first jet of cum fly from his cock. He came so hard it reached his chest.

“Fuck! Yeah, Baby. That’s it.” Milo leaned down, licking their cum from Samuel’s body, holding his knee against his cock as he rutted into it. “Ah shit!” Milo opened his mouth, a thin length of cum dripping from his lips and he came hard, licking it from his lips and shooting into his jeans. Samuel was still shooting, his second load covering Milo’s hand and landing on his stomach.

“Daniel!” Samuel thrashed under them, rising and falling onto the bed, twisting and turning. Both Daniel and Milo watched him, the wanton look on his face as he finished climaxing was enough to make them both moan with him.

“So fucking beautiful,” Daniel whispered as he kissed Samuel’s cheek.

“Stunning.” Milo kissed his mouth, sliding his tongue over his bottom lip. “You taste like you look, Samuel. Incomparable to anyone else.” Milo ran his fingertip through the stream of cum on Samuel’s chest, meeting Daniel’s eyes and smiling. “Taste him.”

Daniel opened his mouth, allowing Milo to slip his fingers inside and sucked them, groaning as he tasted Samuel for the first time, and not wanting to let go of Milo’s finger, sucking them like it was his cock and teasing a groan from both of them.

“I know.” Milo kissed Samuel as they both kept their eyes on Daniel’s lips moving over Milo’s finger. “His mouth is outstanding. I’ve never met anyone who can suck like Daniel can. I can’t wait to see him swallow your pretty cock down his throat.”

“Oh God.” Samuel tensed between them.

“Feed him some more. Daniel likes to be dirty, don’t you, Baby?”

Daniel moaned, slipping his mouth from Milo’s finger, watching as Samuel delicately ran his finger through the mess of their cum on his body before hesitantly offering it to Daniel’s mouth. Daniel fell onto it, taking it to the back of his throat and swirling his tongue around, all three of them moaning.

“He tastes good, doesn’t he?” Milo smirked up at him.

Daniel slipped off Samuel’s finger with a grin. “Real good. I have a feeling we’ll have to share your cock, Sweetheart. But then, having both of our mouths wrapped around your cock wouldn’t be an issue for you, right?”

Samuel shook his head, still dazed by his orgasm. “I want everything from you.”

“You got it.” Milo kissed Samuel’s swollen lips and Daniel joined him, sharing his mouth, licking and biting him, sucking his lips and tongue, sharing kisses between themselves at the same time.

“Anything you want from us, you can have any time.”

“You’d never be apart from me.” Samuel gasped as Daniel rolled his balls in his hand.

“That’s the idea.” Milo and Daniel chuckled, then began kissing Samuel again.

S
amuel woke up and turned around in the comfy bed. It was familiar now after nearly two weeks living with Daniel. He felt content seeing the pale blue colours and knowing he was safe here. He no longer woke up with a startled jump, afraid and anxious about where he was or who had been near him while he caught a few hours’ sleep.

Knowing he wasn’t alone in the house always calmed him, and hearing the radio playing some dance tune from the kitchen with Daniel humming to it, probably making a mess while attempting to make breakfast, made Samuel smile as he stretched out.

He ran his hand over the sheet, reminding himself of Milo as he sat beside him last night before he left for his night shift. He could feel the vibrations still clinging to the bed from his body and shivered slightly, wrapping his fist in the sheet and clinging onto it as he felt Milo’s touch over his skin. He was softer than Daniel, and Samuel knew from watching them together that it wasn’t the case between the two of them. Right now, Samuel knew Milo was holding back so much with him, frightened almost of being with him like he really needed, but they had time. A lot of time hopefully.

His body reacted as Samuel remembered Milo next to him, gently pushing him back on the bed before half lying over and kissing him. Samuel’s hand crept to his cock, breathing faster and temperature heating up as he recalled Milo’s hard body against his, working his large hands over every inch of him—every inch except his cock. When Samuel arched upwards and wrapped his arms around Milo’s neck, pushing himself against the hard length in between Milo’s thighs, Milo grunted, wanting more than they could both have right then. He’d left Samuel with another soft kiss and the promise of more when he got home.

It felt strange having just him there. That was the first time they’d shared anything sexual and not had Daniel with them. Not that they’d shared lots yet. The last couple of days had been filled with touches and kisses, and talking, so much talking. Samuel knew they needed to hear him confirm he was aware of what was going on and he wanted it, but it grated on Samuel’s nerves and they quietly let the matter drop for a bit.

“Samuel.”

Daniel was outside the door and Samuel glanced down, seeing his cock rising up against the thin sheet covering him and hid his face in the pillow. It was embarrassing to see how much he wanted their touch, and even more so not being able to have some alone time to deal with the matter before anyone saw him.

“I'm awake, just… waking up.” Up! Samuel shook his head. He also sounded turned on and he could slap himself for letting himself sound so breathless and needy.

“You okay?” Daniel had a soft, playful tone to his words and Samuel knew he’d guessed what was keeping him in bed.

“Yes.” Samuel let a little harder tone fill his voice, but he was sick of having them both walk on eggshells around him. “I'm fine.”

“I have no doubt at all that you're fine, Baby.” Daniel laughed and Samuel sat up. “I have tea, want it in here?”

“Sure, why not.” Samuel crossed his legs and sat up against the wall, adjusting a pillow behind him as Daniel walked in with two cups of tea. “Morning.” Samuel took a cup and watched Daniel sit beside him, right where Milo sat last night. “Sleep okay without Milo cuddling up to you?”

Daniel was too busy looking over Samuel’s body, the sheet pooling around his lap was doing a good job hiding his morning erection, but it left his naked chest on show. “Cuddling isn’t really his thing. He does spread out and take up the whole bed though. I had loads of space, it was weird. You should have got in with me.”

Samuel thought about that too much last night. He’d wanted to cross the landing and get in bed with him, but their restraint wouldn’t have held out and things would have happened which they were trying to hold back. “I wanted to. But you know why I didn’t. It’s the same reason you didn’t climb in my bed.”

It hadn’t been spoken about in detail how things were going to move on with three of them yet. After the initial break down between the three of them a couple of days ago when they returned from the safe house, there was shock between all of them for different reasons, and they all knew without saying anything they had to just step back and take a breath. No matter how they all wanted things to move on, they had to give it time.

Milo was the biggest concern. Samuel hadn’t thought Milo was doing anything wrong, but then he was less involved in Milo’s work and he had much less experience with the police force and all the rules Milo was constrained by. “I hope Milo is okay. I’m worried he’ll get in trouble because of me.”

“His boss wasn’t in last night, but that’s why he’s going to be late home this morning. He’s waiting to speak to him today.” Daniel smiled at the concern Samuel felt and kissed him softly on the lips. “I’m worried too, but Milo’s thought hard about the three of us, and he wants this to work. He’s pretty much made up his mind to try anything to achieve that.”

“I don’t want him to lose his job over this.”

“I don’t think that will happen.” Daniel played with the cuff on his sweater. Samuel placed his cup on the bedside table and hugged him. He knew what Daniel said and what he was telling him were two different things. “He’ll be okay, Sweetheart.”

“I know you're both putting a lot on the line by even considering bringing me into your lives. Just having me share your house without all the other stuff is difficult as it is, but this… You both have a lot to lose.” Samuel questioned their decision constantly, even worried they would just change their minds and feel it was too much hassle to continue trying.

“Hey.” Daniel moved closer, sitting beside him and wrapping his arm around Samuel’s shoulder and holding him tightly. “We don’t consider you a hassle, or a bother. You're a blessing, one I’m thankful for finding every time I look at you, or every time I hear Milo say he loves me because that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you. Even if it did, we wouldn’t be together right now without you making everything work.”

Daniel lifted his head and let Samuel move closer, half lying over him with his arms wrapped insanely tight around his ribs. “We all have questions and doubts over how this is going to work. Even without the investigation, getting three people together and feeling good about how things work was going to be hard. Things have moved fast, a lot faster than my one and only experience with relationships with Milo. But we’re different people from seven years ago and I don’t want to compare how we began against how we are right now.”

“There are so many things surrounding us. I want them all to go away and just think about us.”

“I know, Sweetheart. I guess we all feel like that sometimes, but just think, without all those other things tagging along, we wouldn’t have met.” Daniel kissed his forehead gently then sighed. “That’s a selfish way to think. I don’t want you to think… Well, I would change a lot about your life, Samuel, even sacrifice knowing you myself if it would stop what happened.”

“I know you would, both of you would.” Samuel sat up a little so he could look into Daniel’s sad green eyes and smiled. “If we could have met differently, of course I would go for that option. But you can't go back, only move on and I understand the path I started down three years ago was full of a lot of horrible things, but if it all led me right here, I'm not going to think about losing the only good thing to come from that journey.”

“I don’t want to lose you. Not for anything or anyone. All I want is for you to be happy and feel safe.”

“I am and I do.” Samuel glanced at the clock with a sigh. “I just really want to know what’s going on with Milo.”

Daniel pulled out his mobile from the back pocket of his jeans and began texting Milo. Short and sweet, but it said everything Samuel wanted to say, that they were worried and wanted an update. Daniel ended it with I love you and Samuel thought about asking him to change it to we, but then bit his lip because that just seemed too casual, too soon, but he did love him. He loved them both. Even without the tease of a relationship happening he loved them. They were the only real friends he’d ever had, the only people since he was a child who cared and protected him and, he hoped, loved him. He felt loved, but… What did Samuel know about love anyway?

It was so long ago since he’d felt anything even close to love. He’d been so confused after escaping Boris and the gang that when he’d found Claudia, the only thought on his mind was trying to recover himself. Emotions weren’t something he felt back then. It was all pain and hurt, all bad things. He’d worked through those with her help, and now he knew he loved her for all she’d done for him, but then he felt nothing. He was nothing, and that made him an empty shell, not a person, not like he was right now. How could he not feel love for the two men who filled that empty shell and made him feel whole again?

After leaving her, what did he have to love? He’d left her with two bags and nothing else. Just his fears, and if those fears hadn't been enough to keep him closed up, then living rough had. Almost all homeless people keep to themselves, apart from if they are forced to sleep near each other, and even then there’s no conversation, just looks or glances. The worry who you were sleeping next to was always there.

You had no idea if they were going to mug you or hurt you as soon as your eyes closed. Looking back, he knew they were probably just curious about him, keeping an eye on their stuff like he always did with his. When the only things on your mind were where your next meal would come from and if you could find a dry place to catch an hour’s sleep—who had time for love or any of the other dreams and aspirations normal people had? All Samuel thought about was keeping safe, keeping hidden, keeping away from Boris. Keeping away from every living thing which he could come in contact with just in case they were helping Boris find him, or if Samuel would accidentally get them hurt by being near them.

He couldn't even say he loved himself during those times. Thinking about it hard, Samuel closed his eyes and leaned more into Daniel. Did he love who he was right now? Not all of him, no. But he loved who he was with Milo and Daniel. That part of him was alive and willing to continue because with them he had hope. And that had been such a foreign word on his lips for so many years, he could barely remember it.

Hope died in Samuel’s world when he was fifteen. It wasn’t overnight. Hope clung to him, or he hung onto hope. When he woke up hazy from the drugs and not knowing where he was the day after he’d been taken, he still had hope someone would find him, that he would wake the next day and be back in the real world and the memory of the musty cellar he was held in would all be a bad dream, one he could easily forget.

Hope clung to him while he was beaten for the first time by some unknown, gruff-looking Russian guy who wouldn’t tell Samuel why he was there or why he was being punished. It slowly petered away over the long months held in captivity, taken away by the men who hit him or abused him. It disappeared with their quiet whispers that he was theirs now, that he would always be theirs. That his life was just a memory, one which would soon wash away until Samuel could remember nothing of who he was or where he came from.

For years Samuel believed them. His parents, his family, the house they had shared and the love they felt—it all slipped away. The drugs mixed with the constant pain and abuse made it easier for Samuel to keep them hidden. Why would he want to remember such good times when he would never have them back? Why put himself through even more pain looking back to a life he would never see again? It was easier to think of himself always being their toy. Seeing what he’d lost made everything worse. When you don’t dream or expect anything, then the harsh reality you live in seems to be everything you could want, because there’s nothing else you can have.

Samuel looked up into Daniel’s eyes and saw the concern in them. He could tell it was more than Milo on Samuel’s mind. He slipped out of Daniel’s arms and sat on his lap, running his fingers through his short brown hair as they both stared into each other’s eyes. Samuel thought back to the first time he saw those green eyes shining at him in the pitch black of that horrible, smoke-filled room in the warehouse when Daniel pulled him from the fire and smiled.

That was the first real feeling of hope he felt in so long, looking into those wonderful eyes and seeing the absolute certainty everything was going to be alright. Daniel woke the feeling of hope up in Samuel, along with so many more feelings afterwards. Up until the fire, all Samuel had done for six months was exist in the most basic ways. He survived. Survived Boris, survived the drugs, and survived the streets. But there was so much more than just surviving. He wanted to live.

Looking down at the man who rescued him, not just from the blaze which he should have died in, but saved him in so many other ways too, Samuel knew without hesitation or doubt that everything he felt for him was real. There was no deep seated psychological reason for his emotions, they were just there. Samuel wasn’t always cold, but the last three years made him cold. When he opened himself up and allowed Daniel and Milo in, his heart started beating in his chest again.

“I love you, Daniel Harris.”

Daniel opened his mouth, then stopped and smiled slowly, cupping Samuel’s face in his hands before kissing him tenderly and so softly Samuel could barely feel their lips connecting. “I love you too.” Daniel kissed him again then pulled back and swept Samuel’s hair off his shoulders. “I thought you were going to tell me you wanted to leave or something when you went quiet for so long.”