Page 31 of Branson's Promise

“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 smirkedback 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.

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