16. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Noel
E lation, euphoria - the perfect words to describe the happiness that bubbled inside me in the presence of Milo and Branson. Every nerve ending in my body was firing, pleasure tingling through my limbs as I switched from kissing one gorgeous man to kissing the other. Calling on all my willpower, I pulled away from them, standing up and adjusting myself while they both looked at me. Eyes hazy with lust, chests rising and falling with rapid breaths.
“As much as I would love to strip you both naked and spend hours giving you every drop of my attention, we should talk.”
Branson groaned and pouted like the little brat I seriously adored. “I know you’re right daddy, but my dick is not on board with this plan. Not at all.” From beneath him, Milo chuckled and then threw him off so he landed on the sofa with a huff.
They both waited in silence, presumably for me to say something. I let out a breath and sat on the armchair opposite.
“I think it’s pretty clear there is attraction between all of us. You already know Branson and I are together and, um, we were wondering if you, do you think -” Fuck me , for the first time in forever I was stumbling over my words. As badly as I had the day I’d asked Matthias Barker out in year six.
“You’re pretty cute when you fumble about old man,” Branson joked before turning to face Milo.
“What Noel is trying to say is that he and I are together and we want you to be with us too. At the risk of sounding too high school - we’d like you to be our boyfriend.”
Milo was silent for a moment, his gaze moving from Bran, back to me.
“Why me?” he asked and I hated the insecurity that lined his face.
“Because being with you and Branson makes me feel like I’m standing on the edge of something great and you’re both there with me - like we are the great thing. And Branson agrees - we want this Milo, we want you. And I really think we could be amazing together.”
Milo nodded but kept looking between us, his brow furrowed as he worked through what Noel had just said. “How would this work? Logistically, I mean?”
Branson kicked his feet up on the table. “Well, I’m vers so I -” Milo interrupted him, knocking Bran’s foot with his own.
“I didn’t mean sexually. I am one hundred percent certain we will have no issues navigating that. But you and I live together, Bran. Isn’t that going to cause some jealousy for you, Noel? We’ll be together more often.”
Milo had a point. One I hadn’t considered. It wasn’t quite the right time to bring up the fact that I had hoped they would move in with me. Even though I was lost in this instalove I felt towards both of them (a term I’d recently heard on a podcast and that seemed to fit these whirlwind feelings of mine) I knew better than to move at such a hasty pace. Especially where my little artist was concerned. There was still the chance he disliked me for a reason I had yet to decipher. “We can set guidelines, boundaries of sorts, and I think as long as we communicate openly and respect each other's feelings, we can make it work.”
Branson nodded, then added, “And to be clear, this relationship will always only be the three of us. I’m not sharing either of you with anyone else.”
Milo sucked his bottom lip between his teeth then blew out a breath. He had something on his mind, I could tell. “What is it, Milo?” I asked.
“Um…I know you saw my scars.” He looked at Branson. “Please don't ask me about them. I can't, um… I don't want to talk about it.” Though I could see Branson wanted to say something, he didn't. In time maybe Milo would learn that he could trust us. We both made small noises of agreement.
I only had one more question for Milo, and I wasn’t sure whether he would be open to answering it or not. But as we’d just established, communication was important.
“Milo, I do want to know something though.” He visibly tensed, his shoulders drawing together as he sat up straight, removing his legs from the table and resting his elbows on his knees. “When we first met, and even while we were away, before we kissed, you seemed somewhat hostile towards me. May I know why?”
He dropped his head and was silent a moment before lifting back up and addressing my question. “I don’t want to go into it, I don’t think my past has any implications on this relationship but in short, it’s your nonchalant attitude towards money.”
“My attitude towards money?” I asked, confused.
“Yeah, the way you throw it around, like when you promise expensive trips and try to replace our perfectly good furniture.”
I opened my mouth to speak and he interrupted me with a hand up. “And I know this is my issue and not yours. Trust me, I know. When we first met, I judged you harshly in line with perceptions built over years of knowing men just like you - or who I thought were just like you. I don’t want to go into more detail but I will say, I was wrong and I shouldn't have judged you so quickly. And I’m sorry for that.”
He stood then, taking me by surprise when he walked over to the chair I was in and leaned over me, placing a hand on each armrest. Looking directly into my eyes, straight into my motherfucking soul, his brown eyes deep and earnest he said, “I really am sorry.” And with that he pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me, his tongue slowly sliding inside. I moaned, pulling him abruptly onto my lap and kissing him back with every bit of my unrestrained desire.
So many questions ran through my mind, but they were silenced when he slid his hand down my chest and rested it over the hard outline of my dick. “Forgive me,” he breathed against my lips and I replied, not breaking the contact, “You have nothing to be forgiven for.” He kissed me again, his lips sweet and tender against my own before he pulled away, glancing over at Branson and then turning back to me.
“And Noel?” His voice was breathless, tinged with a drop of playfulness.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not calling you daddy.”
An hour, three mutual hand jobs and one long hot shower later, we were all dressed in plush white hotel robes, lazing on my king bed, boxes of pizzas strewn out in front of us. Milo was still completely surprised that I didn’t care one bit about the fancy sheets even after Branson had managed to drop an entire slice upside down on them, leaving behind a red, greasy mark. Something in his past had our Milo on edge around expensive things and I added that to what I already knew about his distaste towards money.
“We should plan some actual dates,” Branson said from his spot at the foot of the bed where he was lying on his stomach, his phone in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other.
“What do you have in mind?” There were so many possibilities of where I could take my men. God, that felt good just to think, my men.
“How about we each plan a date?” Milo suggested from his spot next to me. He continued, “We could show each other the things we like or enjoy doing in the city.”
“Fuck yes! Great idea!” Branson said, a smile taking over his whole face. “I have the best idea.” Just then Branson’s phone rang with an incoming video call and I grinned at him, waiting to see what he did.
“Auggie Bear!” He all but yelled as the call connected and he held the screen close to his face.
“Hey, Bran. I haven’t heard from you all weekend. What have you been up to?” Branson gave us a devious grin before he lifted the phone up and outwards, getting all three of us in the shot. I could see August’s expression shift from happy to concerned to downright confused. I lifted my hand to wave and he smirked back at me. “Branson? Why are you in a hotel room with two men dressed in robes?”
“Showing you what I’ve been up to. Hanging out with my boyfriends,” Milo laughed, rubbing his rapidly heating cheek against my shoulder and I kissed the top of his head.
“Boyfriends? Plural?” He said back and Branson crawled up the bed, pushing Milo off my shoulder and twisting himself until he was sandwiched between the both of us.
“Yep. This is Milo, my roommate, I’ve told you about him.” He kissed Milo on the cheek and the blush spread down his neck. I’d need to run my tongue along it very soon. And then Branson turned the camera towards me, kissing my cheek in the same way. “And you already know Noel.”
“August.” I gave him a curt nod.
“Holy fucking shit, bud. Not what I was expecting when I called you but I’m really fucking happy for you.”
“Thanks, Aug. I’m really fucking happy myself.”
“They both know I’ll destroy them if they hurt you, right?” Branson rolled his eyes.
“Yes, mum.”
“I believe you said you would bury me,” I tacked on, shooting a wink Branson’s way. He climbed off the bed and headed towards the door, taking August off camera and holding the phone to his ear. “How’s the boss man?” Branson asked, his voice drifting away as he disappeared out of the room.
“He seems nice,” Milo said, rolling onto his stomach and resting his head on my lap. Running my fingers through his dark strands, I massaged his scalp and he nuzzled his nose into me, a content sigh leaving his lips.
“Oh, he grows on you. He’s super protective and ninety percent of the time he’s a grumpy shit but he loves Branson like a brother and he’s married to my best friend so, I’ll keep him around.”
“Hmmm,” he mumbled and a moment later his breathing deepened and I looked down to see his eyelids fluttering over closed eyes.
Branson came back into the room not long later, throwing his phone onto an oak chest of drawers, as he took in Milo and me on the bed.
“He looks very peaceful,” Branson whispered, coming to lie on the bed so he was mirroring Milo's sleeping form.
Branson nuzzled his nose against my crotch, right over my cock, which was covered by the robe. He did it again, slowly parting the fabric, careful not to disrupt Milo. His hot breath tickled against my naked skin as he came into contact with my exposed cock.
“Kitten?”
He looked up at me, his eyes heavy lidded and then shocked the shit out of me when he asked, “Can I hold it? In my mouth, like to warm you?”
What the actual fuck. There was no way he was asking what I think he was. There was only one way to find out though.
“Yes.” My throat was dry, and I swallowed thickly as he gently mouthed over my now half hard dick, not applying any pressure, moving his lips halfway down my shaft and then rested his cheek back on my lap. Warm, wet heat engulfed me and my pulse skyrocketed at the action.
Branson lay still, his breathing deepening as his body relaxed. He lay one hand over Milo’s back and closed his eyes. Now and then he’d suckle me, the movement sending bolts of lightning to my balls. But I didn’t get hard, nor did I move except to run my fingers through his and Milo's hair.
With one hand on Milo and the other on Branson, and my cock resting heavily on his tongue, I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the velvet headboard.
I must have done something right in life to have been blessed with these two incredible men. Feeling more content than I had in my entire adult life, I let sleep wash over me. I'd regret the position in the morning, I was sure, but it would be so worth it.