His badge snapped back against his hip and he waved goodbye, turning on his heel and retreating down the hallway. Jack caught the door with his foot, pushing his discomfort regarding his shortcomings to the side. He made a mental note to call Verity after work, then he started his day.
* * *
Arriving home just after six,Jack hopped out of the car with a renewed sense of dedication to his relationship with Callum. He’d formulated a plan on his way home and was ready to get the figurative ball rolling.
He found Callum on the couch, playing a videogame, still in his pajamas.
“Kitten,” he greeted.
Callum looked over at him and smiled, then turned his attention back to the television.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
Callum sighed and paused the game. “I’m fine.”
“You’re still in your pajamas,” Jack observed. “Let’s go get you dressed.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Callum complained.
Jack flicked his eyes toward the ceiling before he turned the TV off and focused his stare on Callum.
“Let’s go get you dressed,” he repeated, deliberately dropping his voice to a huskier tone.
Callum set the game controller on the couch and stood, shuffling behind Jack to their bedroom.
“How is your eye?” Jack asked, pressing his chest against Callum’s back and running his fingertips up his sides.
Callum wasn’t wearing a shirt and his skin prickled under Jack’s touch. He pushed his fingers under the low-slung waistband of Callum’s pants and teased the short hairs just below the elastic.
“Better,” Callum grunted.
“And your collarbone?” Jack hovered his fingers up Callum’s chest without touching the tender fracture.
“Hurts less.” He leaned back against Jack, and it somehow felt as though Callum was resting more than his body against him. It was a weight and a burden Jack had been negligent in carrying, but that was all going to change.
“How is your cock, kitten?” Jack wrapped his fingers around Callum’s length, hanging semi-hard between his legs.
Callum gasped and dropped his head against Jack’s shoulder.
“Neglected,” he breathed out with a groan.
“And Daddy is sorry for that,” Jack said, rubbing his palm against Callum’s cock until it was rigid. “I should have paid more attention to what you needed. To the things you weren’t saying.”
Jack swiped his thumb across the drops of precum that had pooled on the tip of Callum’s cock and used them to slick his fingers.
“What didn’t I say?” Callum pressed forward into his hand.
Jack turned Callum so they were chest to chest before dropping to his knees. He rubbed his face against the hard length of Callum’s cock and looked up at him.
“You told me one time that you needed me.” Jack licked from base to tip. “But you never asked for attention or affection beyond me just being there.”
Another lick.
Another.
“And Daddy is sorry, kitten. Because I should have known.” Jack wrapped his mouth around the swollen head of Callum’s dick and sucked once before pulling his lips away. He looked up and Callum was staring down at him, eyes hooded, bruises fading. “But I understand now. And I’ll give you everything you need.”
Jack swallowed Callum’s cock to the root, working his tongue against the underside of Callum’s shaft. Callum braced himself with a hand in Jack’s hair, his hips pumping urgently into his mouth.
