Page 44 of Branson's Promise

“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 thanwater, 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 thisbeast 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.”

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