“New York,” he and Callum answered in unison. Callum blushed and laughed.
“But not until the winter,” Callum elaborated. “We have snow angels to make.”
Epilogue
“It’s really fucking cold,”Callum groused with chattering teeth. He was bundled in one of those fluffy padded jackets, with a scarf around his neck, a knit beanie on his head and gloves covering his hands.
They had arrived at the rental cabin the night before, far too late to appreciate the beauty of the untouched snowfall, but in plenty of time for Callum to miss the sunshine of California winters.
Jack stepped onto the deck and passed him a mug of steaming hot chocolate with a small chuckle. He was also dressed warmly, but not as bundled as Callum, his blood still accustomed to a brisk New York winter.
“It’s not so cold,” Jack mused, taking a sip of chocolate from his own mug.
“You’re wearing pants!” Callum protested with a dramatic flourish of his gloved hand. He looked down, at his bare legs, covered in gooseflesh from the hem of his jacket to the middle of his shins where his wool socks started. He was wearing snow boots, thankfully, but his cock was frozen and probably not much larger than a walnut.
“I told you I wanted to fuck you while you counted the snowflakes.” Jack set his mug down on the snow-covered deck rail and pushed himself behind Callum, the heat of Jack’s body quickly warming him up.
“I thought you meant from the inside. Like, through a window or something,” he grumbled.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Jack asked, tugging his pants and briefs down, laying the warm heat of his groin against Callum’s ass.
“If you stick your dick in me, it’s likely to freeze into an icicle and snap off.”
“Are you regretting our choice of honeymoon locale?” Jack questioned, pulling a bottle of lube from the pocket of his jacket and squirting the cool, but admittedly warmer than the air, liquid between the split of Callum’s ass.
“No, but I’m thinking now might be a good time to take you up on that whole fight-me-for-it hint that you keep dropping.”
Jack’s cock smacked against his ass, causing a tingle inside of Callum, somewhere around his prostate that sent sparks of life straight into his freezing cold dick.
“Oh, Daddy, you do.”
“Settle, kitten,” Jack warned, a bare hand wrapping around Callum’s hip.
“What if I don’t?” Callum tested, the lube already sliding down his thigh.
Jack pressed a hand between his ass cheeks in warning. Callum turned in Jack’s arms and sidestepped him toward the back door that led back into the cabin. Jack reached for him, fingers curling around the edge of Callum’s sleeve, but Callum shook him loose.
“Come on, then, Daddy,” Callum teased over his shoulder, “work for it.”
He pushed the door open and had barely made it through the threshold when Jack was on him, strong arms wrapping around his waist and pulling him backward. Callum managed to haul himself and Jack through the door before Jack secured enough leverage on him to spin him around.
“What happened to doing as you’re told?” Jack questioned, fingers wrapping around the zipper of Callum’s jacket. He pulled, spreading the teeth apart then violently pushing the sleeves down Callum’s shoulders.
Callum just raised a brow in question and unwrapped his scarf, dangling it between them as an offering.
“Maybe I need to be reminded who’s in charge,” he said, licking his lips before following up with a sexually explicit sounding, “Daddy.”
Jack flew into action, discarding his own jacket and advancing on Callum at the same time as he snatched the scarf from Callum’s hands. Jack slammed their bodies together, backing Callum into a wall and wrestling his hands together behind his back, wrapping them quickly with the scarf before flinging Callum over the arm of the couch, face first.
He was warm now, in the heat of the cabin, under the weight of Jack’s body, and Jack’s attention. It had in fact taken months for him to get Jack to treat him this way, as though he was more than a breakable mass of bones. Jack had been terrified about being rough with him after the attack, when in fact Jack being rough with him had been the best thing he’d done. It gave Callum control even as he yielded, a strong reminder that with Jack he was safe.
Jack’s hand connected against his ass with a stinging shock that he felt in his toes.
“That’s one,” Jack said, bringing his hand back and smacking Callum again.
“Two, Daddy,” Callum panted, wriggling under the strength of Jack’s grip. His cock was completely hard now—hot and needy.
Jack’s fingers tightened in the knit of the scarf as his other hand rained sharp hits against Callum’s ass. Callum’s cock rubbed against the warm leather of the couch and he groaned, pumping his hips to gain friction.
