Beach Day - Milo/Mal

The ball hit the sound with a dull thunk, accompanied by a triumphant yell from Milo as he did a victory lap around the net.  I watched his bare feet slap against the ground, coated with sand. Meanwhile, Malcolm stood, hands on his hips as he observed Milo with a bemused smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Milo called out to the singular crowd of me. “Today we have a fine specimen for your viewing pleasure. Sir Milo Next! Direct to you from the fae lands where he has taken gold in volleyball the last eight seasons. They say he is unstoppable. The savant among his kind.  The Unbeatable Next they call him. When he enters a room, the crowd goes wild!”

On cue, I began cheering for him, laughing as he bowed to his imaginary audience. 

“That was one point, Button. You are still trailing behind,” Malcolm said.

Milo ran back to his side of the net, taking position again. “Nervous, Mal. Shakin’ in those proverbial boots of yours? I get it. I would to. It’s not every day you get to see this amount of gorgeous man meat.”

Malcolm rolled his eyes, grabbing the ball. “That does not sound as sexy as you think it does.” Before Milo could catch it, Malcolm spiked the ball over the net, scoring another point on Milo.  He smirked at the man. “Where’s your talk now, man meat?”

“Careful, Mal. You are upsetting your Lamplight. I can see it. They are crying with how cruel you are.”

Malcolm looked my way. I gave him a small wave. “Oh yeah. They look really broken up.”

“I’m crying on the inside,” I told him.  “Just too ashamed to show it.”

Milo pointed at me as if to say ‘see!’. Meanwhile, Malcolm just shook his head and got ready for Milo to serve.

The two of them had been at it for most of the afternoon.  The second we got to the beach, Milo and I had run into the water, laughing as the waves beat against us and Malcolm got lunch ready.  I then spent the afternoon lounging against Malcolm as we munched on sandwiches and juicy fruits.  I was pretty sure I had dozed off at some point. My eyes closed as I lounged in the warmth of the sun and the way Malcolm’s skin smelled of coconut. When I had woken, it was to the feel of Milo’s lips trailing down my skin as he blocked the sun with his body and explored my body.

After, he had popped up with far more energy than anyone should be gifted with, claiming I needed sunscreen.  Malcolm had taken the bottle from him, saying he would get my back. And then the fight had pursued. A fight that ended in them betting on who got to lather me up, wagering the privilege in a game of volleyball.  Never mind that at this point, the sun was on the other side of the rocks and I didn’t need my back reapplied. I wasn’t going to protest against two shirtless men displaying themselves in such a way beneath a hot sun.  

Milo gained another point or two and acted predictably but Malcolm was the same stoic calm that he always was in the face of Milo.  The other man could hardly ever get a rise out of him and it had the desired result of making Milo grind his teeth.

“Last point,” I declared to the two of them. Milo suddenly wasn’t laughing as much anymore. I could see the redness on his cheeks. His curls matted down with sweat.  It was Malcolm’s serve. He held the ball in his hand, looking at Milo with a sense of mocking pity. I could feel Milo’s anger actually rising.

“Now, Button. We could just call it. You could forfeit and save yourself from humiliation. In fact, I’ll even let you lather up Lamplight.”

Milo’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said. “You just would have to say that Malcolm Albright is the greatest volleyball player of all time. And that you suck.”

Milo replied by flipping him off. “Serve, you son of a whore.”

Malcolm winked, taking position. I watched as the beads of sweat traced the lines of his faded scars. How his eyes darkened because while he would never admit it, Malcolm had a competitive streak a mile long and needed to beat Milo at this game for the sole purpose of the other man never having bragging rights.

I held my breath as I watched the two of them. Their skin tanned beneath the sun. The gold in Milo’s hair catching the light. The bronze undertones of Malcolm’s skin making him look like a god. I was not afraid to admit that I was distracted when the final serve was given.  Though, I wasn’t surprised at the result. There was no way in hell that Malcolm was going to be able to let Milo win.

Milo gave a valiant effort. He hit the ball back and forth, diving and spraying sand all around. He nearly had it too but his dive was just slightly off. He fell an inch too short, falling into the sand with a thud.

I clapped loudly, whistling and cheering as Malcolm walked over to Milo, holding out his hand. Milo rolled to his back, glaring.

“Cheat,” he told him.

Malcolm cocked his head to the side. “Aw, come now. Don’t be a sore loser.”  He reached down, yanking Milo to his feet. The two of them were covered in sand. “Don’t want Lamplight to see that oh so ugly side of you, do you?”

“Darlin’,” he called out. “Is it alright with you if we break up with this asshole?”

“No,” I called out. “I kind of like him.”

Milo sighed.

I knew they were both running on testosterone fueled energy. That there was a slight undercurrent of irritation whenever they interacted with each other. But I also knew they loved each other. Their love just came a little easy with me rather than each other.

“Go on then, Mal. Rub oil on their back.”

I cleared my throat. “Actually,” I said. “I’m not really into the entire thing of being a prize. That was kind of you two making that decision without consulting me.” They both looked equally horrified. Suddenly realizing what they had done. “So, I think it is only fair that I decide the prize now.  For the real winner, that is. Which is me.”

It was not what they expected. Malcolm raised a brow and Milo for a moment looked like he was going to protest but then the idea of getting his lips on Mal hit and he was smiling.

“Damn, darlin’. That’s one hell of a punishment.”

“I know,” I said solemnly. “Now kiss.”

Malcolm snorted in laughter. “That is punishment.”

Milo was kicking his feet in the sand. “Do we have to?”

Standing, I walked up to the two of them. I could feel the arousal within Milo already and hear the thud of Malcolm’s heart.  I moved myself behind Milo, wrapping my arms around his waist, one hand trailing down to play with the waistband of his shorts. 

“Now, Milo,” I murmured. “You lost. Take your punishment fair and square, okay?”

He sucked in a breath as my hand slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts. “Okay.”

I watched over Milo’s shoulder as Malcolm took two steps forward. Reaching out, he cupped Milo’s face, his thumb dragging down across Milo’s bottom lip. His eyes were locked on mine though. Tonight, Milo was ours. Ours to love. Ours to play with. And he was going to be ours without a single complaint.

I nodded my head towards Malcolm.

Gently, I cupped Milo’s half hard cock in my hand, feeling the weight of it in my palm, just as Malcolm swallowed his gasp.  Between us, Milo shuddered, pressing into my hand as he let Malcolm’s tongue lick lewdly inside the corners of his mouth.  Milo’s hand reached back to wrap around me, trying to grip me tight. I ran my nail along his slit, sucking a bruise into the freckled skin of his back.

“Say it, Milo,” Malcolm murmured against him.

“Say what?” he gasped.

I laughed against his skin. “Say that you lost,” I told him.  “Humility is good for you.” I squeezed him tight, reveling in the hiss that escaped him.

“I– I uh–” His entire body stiffened. With Malcolm in front of him and me behind him, he was lost in a haze of lust.  But, he was still Milo. “I will never lose,” he gritted out. Turning, he grabbed me around the waist, flinging me over his shoulder and beginning to run towards the ocean. I laughed loudly, holding on so I would fall. “They are mine, Malcolm Albright! You want them, come rescue them from the sea.”

As we splashed in the water, I could hear Malcolm laughing on the shore. I could smell Milo’s skin. Feel the way he surrounded me and the way that he held me.  As he set me down, the waves crashing around my hips, I looked up at him.

“You know you’re not escaping what Malcolm and I have planned for you, right?”

He grinned. “What do I need to do to convince you to change sides?”

Scooting up close, I rolled my hips against his. “I bet we could figure something out.”