19 - Looking Forward
Miles Bennet
They'd meant to leave Boston on Sunday when it was still light out, with more than enough time to get home.
Perhaps they would have succeeded if Miles hadn't convinced everyone to let him cook for them.
After a decadent, leisurely morning that had begun with both of their new subs crawling into bed with them to wake them up, they'd managed to leave the house to go to the local farmer's market for paninis.
That was when Miles had the dinner idea, roaming the stalls with until he'd found the perfect ingredients.
The day was warm but overcast, but it had been easy for Leander to talk them into hot tub time.
Naked, naturally, since they hadn't brought suits.
It had been impossible to keep his hands off Tristan, especially since every time he looked at Darren, the glint in his husband's eye seemed to be daring him to do more.
The way Tristan reacted when he touched him, somehow flushed and shy and needy at once, was intoxicating.
They'd ended up making love on the edge of the hot tub surround, of course, Tristan straddling his lap so Miles could kiss him breathless while rubbing each other off.
Then they'd spent the afternoon on one of the sun loungers while their husbands played inside, catching up, and Miles tried to sear the moment into his memory.
It felt good to talk with Tristan, shifting from work to home, with Tristan sharing more about Leander while Miles told him about the kids, and Ashley. Everything his life had become since meeting Darren.
“He really seems so amazing,” Tristan said dreamily. He’d been idly toying with Miles’s light chest hair, and stroked up to reverently trace the chain of his day collar against his chest. “I feel really lucky - honored, actually - that he wanted this for you.”
Miles nodded, smiling. “I’m lucky, too. I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t expect to find someone - “
Then Miles’s thoughts swung to the night before in sudden worry. “I’m not asking too much, am I? You want this too? I know I can be kind of intense sometimes - “
“I want this.” Tristan’s reply was soft, but fervent. “I didn’t expect this either. I really was doing this mainly for Leander, but... I need to be special to you.”
“You’re so special to me.”
“I know.” Tristan’s smile was shaky. “I trust you. I’ll work on trusting myself. I’m sorry if it takes a bit of time.”
“It’s okay.” Miles kissed his forehead, then his lips. “I’ll be here. We can take all the time we need.”
It felt so right and rewarding to comfort him, the simple touch gradually turning to lazy pleasure.
They didn’t have supplies outside, but it didn’t matter; it was better to spend ages learning each other’s bodies, teasing and pleasing as he drank in Tristan’s kisses.
Finally, he gave in to Tristan's desperate entreaties to suck him off, knowing so well how gratifying it was to lose himself to the pleasure of servicing his own beloved Master like that.
He set aside his worries about his size and lost himself to Tristan's joyful attentions until the rising waves of pleasure left nowhere to go but to tumble over the edge into bliss.
Tristan's pride and joy from satisfying his new Master was almost as gratifying as his own orgasm.
It was even better to pull him close, praising him breathlessly as he wrapped a hand around Tristan's cock and drew him easily to his own climax.
Being so close to him felt more precious than Miles could ever have imagined.
It was hard to think about leaving when they’d finally cleaned up and rejoined their husbands.
He couldn't bring himself to rush through cooking or clean up when it meant being parted that much sooner.
In the front entry of their house, he kissed Tristan until it felt as if his heart would break from it, then gathered him into his chest, struggling to draw a full breath.
Irrationally, it felt like leaving for college again, even though it shouldn't.
Tristan's arms tightened around him, drawing a trembling breath against his neck where he'd buried his face. "I’ll see you in two weeks, right?" he asked, small and anxious, as if he was reading Miles’s mind.
"Promise." Miles kissed his hair, stroking his fingers up into the back restlessly. "And we'll talk while we're apart. Promise I'll call."
"We'll start planning something special for each of you," Darren agreed, not seeming any more ready to pull away from Leander than Miles did from Tristan.
He dragged both hands down to shamelessly stroke and squeeze his ass, while Leander melted against him.
The adoration in Leander's eyes was an emotion Miles was deeply familiar with, which felt reassuring and right.
He couldn't imagine leaving Darren with a sub who didn't recognize how fortunate he was to have Darren, or was anything less than entirely devoted to his masterful dominance.
"You've both been such good boys for us," Darren continued, smile widening as Leander shivered visibly at his words. "We'll plan something very, very special..." He paused, eyes moving over Miles and Tristan. "When was the last time you boys were tested?"
"We haven't played with anyone else since then," Leander said quickly. "But we can go again if you want, before we see you again. Sir."
"That's not necessary." Darren rubbed up Leander's back, under his shirt, then dipped down into his pants. He nuzzled his jaw, still smiling, eyes still on Miles.
"Your sweet husband deserves a proper goodbye," he purred, low and full of promise.
"And I deserve a quick, hard fuck, so I can blow my load inside a dirty slut for the road.
Miles is going to take Tristan upstairs to your bed, tie him to the headboard, and make love to him with nothing between them.
He'll leave that as a present for you so that you'll be able to enjoy Tristan's reward too, after we leave. "
Miles's heart leapt almost as much as certain other parts of him at the idea as Leander groaned. "Oh my God, Sir. Fuck yes."
"It's going to be dark," Miles forced himself to point out, despite Tristan's desperate, eager whine. "We have to get home."
"I'll be fine to drive," Darren promised, eyes warm with love. "It's alright. Go. Don't take too long, but enjoy him, darling."
"Thank you, my love," Miles replied, and did, losing himself in Tristan's sweetness and joy, and the deep gratification of fulfilling his Master's expert order.
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It had been impossible to keep his eyes open in the car, falling asleep at Darren's urging to the pleasant, thrummed voices of the sex podcast hosts. They switched off at the wheel an hour away from home, and went to bed after in quiet, sated exhaustion.
Waking up the next morning after the weekend in Boston felt strange.
It was as if they'd returned to the real world after some fantastical adventure.
Darren got up with him, sleepily putting a pot of coffee on to brew.
He poured some for them both while Miles puttered about, wrangling lunches and a light breakfast.
While the instant hash browns cooked, Miles let himself slow down. Taking a long sip of coffee, he leaned back against the counter, letting out a long exhalation of breath, and finally settling into being awake. "Well, that was a hell of a trip."
"Mmhmm." Darren, nursing his coffee, grinned at him. "You did really well, love."
It was hard not to be shyly thrilled by his praise, but Miles forced himself to focus. "How was that for you, though?"
Darren drained his cup and set it aside, stepping close and resting his hands lightly on Miles's hips.
"I really like both of them," he said, soft and serious.
"I think they're the couple we've been looking for.
I wouldn't have steered this weekend in that direction if I felt otherwise.
" Then he grinned again. "Fantastic sex. "
Thoughts returning to said sex, Miles gave a low, appreciative hum and took another sip of his coffee. "Yeah." Then he looked up at Darren seriously. "How do you feel about Tristan?"
His husband's smile grew fond. "He's incredibly precious, Miles. I can tell how special he was to you back then. I hope it becomes even more than that."
"Are you sure?" Miles couldn't ignore the spark of anxiety. He set aside his coffee and stepped close, stroking up to cup the back of Darren's neck gently, needing to be certain he'd made his feelings clear. "Dare, you're everything to me. You're the love of my life. You know that, right?"
Darren's smile grew warmer, drawing him in for a slow, warm kiss. "I do, husband."
Melting into the warmth of his body, Miles gave a soft sigh of relief.
But he couldn't relax yet. "You're the one - the only partner I've ever had, Darren - who never gave up on me.
You taught me to be so much stronger than I ever thought I could be again.
I can't even begin to tell you how much that meant to me.
You're the most important thing in my life.
I don't ever want to give you reason to doubt that. "
"You won't." Darren pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Certainly not from Tristan. I love that you care for him, I can see it in how you look at him...
and I can also see that I'm in no danger of losing you when you look at me.
If I am ever worried, I'll talk to you. I promise.
Miles, I never would have suggested any of this if I hadn't been prepared for - if I hadn't needed us to have an emotional connection to our subs. I promise."
"All right. Thank you." Miles tilted his head up for a warm kiss and couldn't resist the urge to suck on Darren's full bottom lip. "Now... Leander? You really liked him, didn't you?"
Darren gave a pleased groan, eyes falling briefly closed in pleasure. "Very much. Fucking him is pure hedonism. Dominating him won't be a challenge, but it will be an incredible treat. Especially with you."