Jack’s hand tightened and he grunted, his hips pressing up and pushing Callum’s knees off the couch. Callum recognized the familiar heat of cum against the head of his cock but Jack didn’t stop, only using his release as more lube to fuck his dick against Callum’s.
Jack’s other hand left the back of Callum’s head and snaked around to his throat, his thumb sliding up and across Callum’s lips, pressing roughly into his mouth. Jack pulled his lips apart, the pad of his thumb now marked with indents from Callum’s teeth. He pulled their mouths together, fucking his tongue against Callum’s open mouth in a dirty, dominant display of aggression that sent Callum barreling toward orgasm.
“I’m yours and you’re mine,” Jack spoke the words into his stretched mouth. “Now come for Daddy.”
Callum came, his body seizing and bucking violently as spurts of hot release slid between their cocks and over Jack’s moving hand. He cried out against Jack’s thumb, into Jack’s mouth, moaning and whimpering until his body trembled one last time before the pleasure morphed into pain.
Jack removed his thumb and stroked it across Callum’s sweaty cheek, tilting their heads and sealing their lips together. His other cum-covered hand came to rest against Callum’s cheek, holding him in place while Jack used his tongue to show Callum just howhishe really was.
After minutes, hours, days, their mouths parted. Callum inhaled a breath and collapsed against Jack’s chest, head on his shoulder. Jack held him close, squeezing their bodies together, their cocks now sticky and soft in their laps. But Callum didn’t care. All that mattered was the man underneath him.
Their heartbeats synced, but Callum didn’t mention it.
“Did you really come for me?”
“I think that’s obvious, kitten,” Jack answered with a small laugh.
Callum groaned. “That’s not what I meant. I mean did you really come to LA for me?”
Jack kissed the shell of his ear.
“I think that’s obvious, kitten,” he repeated.
12
Jack
Jack feltnothing less than a complete sense of physical relief from the time he’d first heard Callum’s voice in the bar to the moment he stroked his precious kitten to their first orgasm together. True, they’d come together many times over the past three months, but this was the first time Jack had been there for it in person. The first time he was able to smell Callum’s sweat and cum in the air when everything was said and done.
The seriousness of his feelings for Callum were front and center in his mind, and he found they weren’t a burden. In fact, they evoked a sense of calmness and safety that Jack never knew he was missing until he realized he’d never had it to begin with.
He stroked his hands down Callum’s back, chuckling when he noticed they were both still fully dressed. “Let me get you cleaned up.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know. I want to.” He nudged Callum’s face until he was able to drop a tender kiss against his lips. “Let me take care of you. That’s what this is, isn’t it?”
Callum’s neck flushed red and he dipped his head. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jack groaned, the way Callum’s lips moved when he said the word was enough to make him hard again. He tapped Callum on the outside of his thigh and waited while he reluctantly unfolded himself from Jack’s lap and took a step backward into the living room.
“Are you coming too?”
Jack stood and tucked his dick back away. “Wherever you go.”
He followed Callum into the bathroom, letting him turn the water on and pull two towels from a cabinet under the sink. When Callum reached for the hem of his shirt, Jack stepped in and stopped his hands, taking Callum’s shirt between his own fingers and lifting it over his head.
He dragged his fingers down Callum’s chest, swirling over the tight, brown nipples on his way to the smooth shape of Callum’s stomach and hips. A handful of freckles were spattered across his breastbone, and Jack imagined them to be part of a constellation no one had yet discovered. He leaned closer and pressed his mouth against them, reaching between their bodies to push Callum’s pants down his legs.
He fisted Callum’s flaccid cock and pulled it down and stretched it until Callum gasped and lifted onto his toes. Jack passed his thumb across the velvet skin between Callum’s legs and stepped back, kicking his foot at Callum’s pants.
“Get out of those.”
While Callum stepped free of his pants and briefs, Jack pulled his shirt over his head and rid himself of his own pants, leaving them both naked in the confined space of the bathroom. Callum’s eyes were hot on Jack’s flesh as he tracked them across every inch of skin he could see. The assessment felt oddly intimate and Jack closed his eyes while Callum’s moved over him, well aware that his stare lingered at the small scar from his appendix surgery before sliding down to his crotch.
“Do I pass muster?” he asked, opening his eyes.
Callum’s fingers danced dangerously close to his cock and he nodded, but didn’t touch.
