24. Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Noel
“ I think I’m gonna be sick again,” Branson murmured as I helped him into the hotel room. Juliet bounded over to greet us and Milo scooped her up and placed her on the sofa.
The night had been going well until Branson had suddenly felt ill. He’d stopped drinking, switching instead to soda and had been almost impossible to drag off the dance floor until he’d suddenly gone pale and dashed to the club's toilets. I had called Raymond soon after and he’d driven us home.
“I’m not sure you have much left in you.” I scrunched up my nose at the thought, knowing I owed a huge apology to Raymond and a full clean of my car tomorrow. “Let’s get you in the shower, love. Come on.” Branson whined, clutching his stomach and trying to drag himself in the direction of the sofa, but I managed to lead him towards the bathroom.
“I don’t know what’s causing this. Maybe something I ate,” he moaned, leaning over the basin, rubbing furiously at his belly.
Milo appeared at the door, holding a glass of water. He was also covered in Branson’s vomit. “You’re going to need to get in too,” I said, tipping my head towards him.
Focusing back on Branson, I gently turned him until he was facing me. Then I pulled off his sweat and vomit-soaked polo and undid the zip on his jeans. Holding his waist with both hands, I bent down, working the skin tight denim over his legs, trying to ignore the bright blue lace that greeted me. I pulled it down until he was completely naked.
“I wore these for you two. I had so many dirty plans for tonight,” he sulked, then doubled over again, holding his stomach and writhing in pain.
“You’re so fucking pretty, Bran, but let’s get you cleaned up and into bed. We can take a rain check on those dirty plans, yeah?” Milo asked, handing Branson the glass of water. He straightened up, took a large gulp then spun around and promptly threw it up again.
Milo rubbed his back until he coughed, took a deep breath and started moving towards the toilet. Groaning as he walked, he stumbled slightly, and I caught him from behind, pulling him to rest against my chest.
“Just got a little dizzy for a moment. Need to pee.” His words came out in a rasped whisper, as though it was taking a great deal of energy to talk.
“Can I help you?” I asked quietly, guiding him the last few steps to the toilet. He rested his head back on my shoulder, using my body as support, much like he had done the first time we’d done this at the wedding.
“Please.”
With my heart warm with affection for him, I reached around, held his soft cock in my hand and aimed it at the bowl. “There you go, love.” Branson didn’t move his head from my shoulder but did what he needed to do, his cock pulsing in my hand as he emptied his bladder. The first time we'd done this, it had turned me on being so close to him in such an intimate way, with the smell of sex still permeating the hotel bathroom. But now it was more than that, it was another way for me to take care of him. At that moment, he needed me because he was ill and that was all I was thinking about as I held him.
A sound from the doorway caught my attention and I turned to face Milo who was watching us, his gaze locked on where I was holding Branson.
“You okay there, Milo?” His cheeks were bright red and a flush spread down his neck.
“Yep, fine. Just um… just. That was unexpected and um…” Fuck, he was adorable when he was flustered. I smirked at the look he was giving me.
“Do you need help too?” His eyes darted to mine and he swallowed thickly before he spoke again.
“No, I’m good. But you’ve done that before? With him I mean?”
“Only once. And it was very out of the blue for both of us, but I liked it and I think so did Branson.”
Branson mumbled out an almost inaudible, “I did,” before moaning again and bending forward. I led him into the shower, sitting him on the shower bench before stepping out to undress myself.
“I know it’s not the same but it put this idea in my mind and um, do you think you, um.…would you like…” Milo started to undress too as he fumbled with his words.
“Do I think I’d like, what?” I asked, stalking closer to him as I threw off my top and undid my jeans.
“Never mind,” he shook his head and continued removing his clothing.
He startled when I edged closer, gripped him by the cheek and lifted his eyes to mine. “Don’t do that. Talk to me. Do I think I’d like….”
If it was possible, Milo’s cheeks went redder than they had been earlier and he licked his lips before mustering up the courage to ask what was on his mind.
“Do you think you’d be into -” his voice dropped to a whisper, “piss play. You know, like golden showers?” His cheeks burned bright red and my dick chubbed up at the question. What I’d done with Branson moments ago hadn’t been sexual, it had been about taking care of the man I adored. This though? This was different. And yeah, I was one hundred percent on board with the idea.
“That turn you on, Milo? You want to piss on me or have me do it to you?”
He answered wordlessly with a nod of his head.
Still holding his face in my hands, I leaned forward and kissed him softly.
“Yes, very much, but let’s discuss this another time.” The sound of retching came from behind me, “When our boyfriend is not throwing up in the shower.”
Four days after Branson became ill, he was slowly starting to feel better. He hadn’t been able to keep much down other than water, so I’d had a doctor come in and check on him. Apart from being a little dehydrated, which we treated with electrolytes, the doctor said he was fine and to let him rest. It seemed he’d picked up some sort of bug that had been going around his office - one that thankfully, Milo and I had avoided. So far.
Milo had to return to work on Monday as he had clients booked in, but I was fortunate enough not to have any pressing meetings and my PA rearranged my days so I was able to work from the suite, though my office was nearby if I urgently needed to get something done. Branson mostly slept, but when he wasn’t, we’d sit together in the bed and I’d read to him while he rested his head on my lap.
Now, we lay in the same position only Milo was with us. Both my boyfriends lay on the bed, side by side, one of them resting on each of my thighs while they faced each other, hands entwined in front of them.
I adjusted myself against the headboard of the bed, turning the paperback I was reading over to look at the cover. “Tell me again why I’m reading this to you?”
“Because I’m sick and you want to take care of me and that includes reading my favourite book to me.” What I'd learned about my sweet boyfriend these past few days was that he thrived on attention and affection and that he’d milk being sick for all it was worth. What I learned about myself was that I was a complete sucker for him. For both of them. Case in point, the furry bundle that was also sleeping next to me. I sighed, turning the book back over and reading a few more lines out loud.
“As the vampire bit into the tender skin at the base of his neck, Cole cried out. Not in pain but in intense pleasure. As the vampire started feasting on his sweet blood, Cole’s heart rate increased and his dick thickened, throbbing in time with the rapid beats. He should have been scared - scared that this beast would bleed him dry. But he wasn’t, because deep down he knew that this beast, this creature, loved him.”
Milo laughed and I paused, looking down at his mop of black hair.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because, you read this romance novel like you’re angry. This Cole guy is falling in love, but you’d never know that with the way you lower your voice like you're fighting off a growl.” Milo chuckled again, and I carded my hand through his hair, yanking it lightly and watching as his eyes widened and he sucked in his lower lip.
Oh, he likes that. Duly noted.
“I’m sorry I’m not giving an Oscar-worthy performance, but I can’t say this is the most thrilling book I’ve ever read.”
Branson let out an indignant huff. “What would you prefer to read?”
Looking to the ceiling as though the answers were written across it, I pictured the books I’d devoured as a child, and later the books I dreamed about writing. “Something with a mystery, a theft or a suspicious death. Or maybe something so scary, you’ll be too weary to turn the page. That’s the type of book I’d have written if -”
My words cut off, suddenly realising what I’d said. Before I could correct myself though, Milo, cottoned on. Of course he did, he was quick, never missing anything either of us said.
“You would have written if? Do you write?” He asked, shuffling so he was sitting up in front of me, his legs crossed on the bed.
“Not anymore. It was a dream, a silly dream that was never meant to be mine,” I shrugged, hoping that they would let it rest, but I wasn’t so lucky. Branson sat up, mirroring Milo’s position.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a Bennett, and Bennetts are born to take on the family business. I knew that from the moment I understood what work was. My future was always destined to be running this company, building these hotels. There was never any question about it, even if it’s not what I wanted.”
Branson rested his hand on my knee. “You don’t like what you do?” His voice was concerned, and it warmed my heart at how deeply he cared.
“No, I do. It’s just not what I would have chosen for myself, you know? If I had been born into a different family, a different life.”
“Would your parents not have understood if you told them how you felt?” Milo enquired, his fingers tracing lines up and down my outstretched leg.
Shaking my head, I answered, “Maybe. I don’t know. I never said anything so as far as they know, I was excited to follow in a long line of Bennett footsteps. It doesn’t matter now, I am where I am and this is the life I live. Not some fantasy one I fashioned up when I was ten.”
“I haven’t met your parents but from what you’ve told us, I know they love you and I think they’d just want you to be happy,” Branson said. “My dad always said that was the most important thing - to be happy.”
Smiling, I ran a hand down his stubbled cheekbones, then took his hand in mine, reaching for Milo’s with the other. “I am, kitten. You two make me happy. And the way I see it, the path I took in life led me to where I am right now, so I’d say it all worked out perfectly. Are you happy, Branson?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he contemplated my question. “You both make me really happy, but I don’t think my job does. No, scratch that, I know my job doesn’t, it feels like it’s draining the joy from me.”
Running my hand through his hair, I tugged lightly so he was looking at me. “Would you rather be doing something else?”
Branson was silent for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip before he spoke. “I want to teach. Specifically, I’d love to be a maths teacher, show kids how awesome numbers can be.”
His eyes lit up and an excitement I’d never seen when he talked about work bubbled out of him. All too soon that look faded as his brows furrowed and became pensive. “It’s a silly idea. I’d have to study again and juggling that with working to still support myself isn’t really feasible.”
Milo spoke, his words mirroring exactly what I was thinking. “It’s not a silly idea, I think you’d be really great at it and I have absolute faith that you’d make it work.”
“We’d support you whatever you decide to do, and if you try it and it’s not for you, that’s okay too,” I added before leaning in to kiss him, and he leaned forward meeting me halfway, pressing our lips together. The bed shifted as Milo changed his position so he was behind Branson, licking a stripe up the side of his neck and lifting his hoodie to run his palms along Branson’s chest.
Gripping Branson’s sides, I hauled him forward so he was straddling my waist and Milo followed, crowding Branson against me. We knew this was what he liked best, being between us while we kissed and touched him. He whimpered against my lips as my hand skated down into the gap between us, and I pressed down the front of his waistband, allowing his hard cock to pop out. All the while Milo continued to kiss his neck, getting rougher with his lips and teeth, and leaving red marks all along Branson’s throat and collarbone.
“So hard for us, are you feeling needy?” I stroked his cock, grazing my thumb over the tip and wiping up a bead of precum. I brought it to my lips, sticking my tongue out and making a show of licking the salty drop. Branson’s pupils dilated and he nodded, his voice raspy when he replied.
“Yes, fuck yes. Want you both so badly.”
“I need to taste you,” Milo said as he moved to the side, then slowly pulled Branson backwards, guiding him onto his back and settling next to him. I moved out from underneath him and stood to grab some lube from the side table, watching as Milo positioned himself between Branson’s legs.
Branson’s cock stood hard and flushed from beneath a nest of blonde hair. My dick twitched as Milo bent in, licking long, languid stripes from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head and repeating the movement until Branson was begging for more.
“Please, please,” he said over and over again while Milo continued to tease his cock.
Joining them on the bed, opposite Milo, I urged Bran’s knees up, spreading his thighs wider. Then once my fingers were coated in lube, I slid them between his cheeks, finding his puckered hole and rubbing at the entrance.
Branson writhed on the sheets as Milo licked him and I fluttered a finger over his greedy hole. “Stop teasing me, please,” he all but cried and I pressed my smile to his thigh, while my finger speared into him, making him gasp. Milo sat up, watching as Branson moved his hips off the bed, then down again, fucking himself on the digit before I added another.
“Please Milo, suck me, please.” Taking hold of the back of Milo’s neck, I slammed my lips to his before pulling back.
“Give our boy what he needs,” I said, our lips brushing as I spoke.
Outside of the aroused state I was in, I could hear the faint ringing of a phone, but my attention was turned from it when Milo leaned down, engulfing Branson’s cock and taking him deep, all the way to the base.
Branson’s ass clenched around my fingers, and I started thrusting them in and out, pressing against his prostate as Milo made obscene sounds around his shaft, sucking and moaning and growling as he brought our boyfriend closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust, I removed my fingers, and positioned myself next to Branson, covering his lips with mine and pressing my tongue into his mouth.
We devoured him, worshipped him. Brought him to the peak of pleasure and held him there until he was crashing down, and I ate up his cries as Milo sucked down every drop of his release.
Again, I heard it, the incessant ringing of a phone. It was Milo who pulled away when he noticed the ringing too.
“Shit,” he said, wiping a drop of cum from the corner of his lip then jumped off the bed and grabbed the device. Branson and I turned to face him as he answered the call. The sounds of a woman’s voice and intermittent sobs sounded faintly through the phone. “Mia, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Milo started moving around the room, finding his shirt, socks and shoes and pulling them on. “I’ll be right there, promise.”