“I don’t have plans to go anywhere else. My plan is to be here. With you.”
Callum finished his breakfast then took his coffee to the couch, sitting cross-legged in the corner. Jack followed him, taking the empty seat beside him and resting his hand tentatively on Callum’s knee.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked him after they’d sat in silence.
“I think I’m in shock,” he answered with a laugh that quickly died. “I would have felt differently if this had happened last month, but I had spent the last week or two trying to get used to the idea of not being with you, you know? And then you just showed up. And I’m happy you’re here, I really am. I think I’m overwhelmed.”
Callum covered Jack’s hand with his and squeezed.
“Did you want me to go?” Jack offered.
Callum tightened his hand and shouted, “No!”
“No, I don’t want you to go,” he revised, reaching to set his mug on the table so he could touch Jack. “Please, don’t.”
The idea of Jack leaving him after he’d just arrived was enough to tie his stomach into the most uncomfortable of knots.
“I’m just overwhelmed, maybe,” Callum continued, feeling the need to explain himself further. “But I want you so bad it’s hard to breathe.”
Jack set his mug beside Callum’s on the table and stood up, taking Callum with him and leading them both into the bedroom.
“Take off your pants.” Jack nodded toward Callum’s plaid pajama bottoms. He reached down and shoved them down his legs while Jack did the same. Jack hadn’t had pajamas; he’d borrowed a pair of Callum’s that were too tight and too short for him. It didn’t matter, though, because both pairs were on the floor now.
Jack stepped toward him, hands slightly raised. His palms connected with Callum’s stomach, flat against his skin. They slid around to his hips and he held him like that, closing the distance between them.
Somehow, this was scarier than last night. Sunlight streamed through the window, across the carpet, licking up their legs, revealing all their flaws, their truths. Callum’s hands were limp at his sides and they trembled, trepidation coursing through him as Jack moved closer.
He wasn’t moving now, their bodies aligned, cocks flush between their legs, but Jack kept coming, leaning in and using his nose to tilt Callum’s face toward the ceiling. He kissed along Callum’s jaw, burrowing his face into the crook of his neck.
“Daddy.”
Jack licked his tongue over Callum’s ear. “Yes, kitten?”
“I need you.”
In fact, Callum burned with need, with want. He’d pushed his worries to the back of his head and chose instead to focus on the warmth of Jack’s skin on his. His mind obliged him, running back through months of dirty words and promises that set his skin on fire.
Jack walked him backward until his knees hit the mattress.
“You know how I want you.”
Callum lay on the bed toward the top with his head on the pillows, his legs spread and his feet planted firmly on the mattress, just like he knew Jack wanted.
Jack stood at the foot of the bed and stroked his cock with long and slow pulls, tugging downward toward the carpet.
“You remembered,” he murmured.
Callum reached for the nightstand, producing a condom and lube before arching his back and thrusting his cock toward the ceiling.
“Be a good boy and make your cock leak for Daddy.”
Callum fisted his dick and jerked himself, his cock already hard as a steel rod. It didn’t take long for beads of precum to appear, oozing and sliding down his slit onto his fingers.
Jack grabbed the condom from the bed and sheathed his cock, crawling between Callum’s legs. He poured a generous amount of lube on his shaft then he licked his lips and focused on Callum’s hole, eyes moving slowly up to his balls and cock and finally his face.
“I have to be honest with you, kitten.”
Callum looped his finger and thumb around the base of his cock and held it still, firm and rigid between while he waited for Jack to speak. If he kept touching himself, he’d come. His cock was already leaking; he’d done as he’d been told.
