“Let’s go to my room and talk,” he suggested quietly, still not sure of Callum’s mood or what he needed. Callum nodded, and Jack guided him to the guest bedroom, closing the door behind them. Callum leaned against the wall, eyes narrowed and studying Jack closely.
“I know you want to do this properly,” Callum began, “but did you mean the things you said last night?”
His voice was quiet, and the natural scratchiness of it made it difficult to hear when he spoke at such a low volume. Jack stepped closer and tilted his head down to try and catch Callum’s eyes.
“Every word.”
“You want to,” Callum trailed off and shifted his eyes towards the ceiling as though the words were painted there, “learn the topography of my skin?”
Jack’s breathing hitched at the way the words fell from Callum’s lips.
“Every inch,” he swore.
Callum pushed off the door and stripped out of his shirt, tossing it on the floor. He dropped his arms to his sides and sort of held them there in a pose Jack couldn’t describe beyond an offering.
“Would you then?” Callum’s voice was so quiet now Jack barely heard him. He stepped closer and reached for Callum’s neck, his fingers sliding around the side and cupping him just below his hairline. Callum rolled his head back into his hand with a whimper.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” Jack asked again, tangling his fingers into the wispy strands of hair at the base of Callum’s neck.
He shook his head and pressed a kiss against the heel of Jack’s hand. “I just need you to need me.”
Jack walked him back against the door and kissed him then. Not soft and sweet, but rough and hungry. He poured all of his need into Callum’s mouth, bringing his other hand up to bracket him in place while he plundered his mouth. He pressed his cock against Callum’s hip and sank his teeth into his plump bottom lip.
“I need you like air,” he muttered into Callum’s mouth, tearing them both away from the wall and spinning him toward the bed. He pushed Callum backward, crawling on top of him and keeping their lips together.
Jack braced himself beside Callum’s head with one hand and fumbled against Callum’s jeans with the other, popping the button loose and sliding back down to tug the rest of his clothes off. His shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear landed on the floor in a messy pile, and Jack dragged his thumbnails up the arch of Callum’s foot.
He gasped and made an attempt to yank his foot away, but Jack held him tight.
“Every inch,” he repeated, licking the inside of Callum’s foot to his ankle.
His skin was hot but covered in gooseflesh. Jack worked his way from Callum’s toes to his knees, nibbling and sucking at the skin as he went, committing every freckle and imperfection to memory.
He ran his palms up the wiry hair of Callum’s thighs and dipped his fingers into his waist, pulling him closer for inspection. Jack traced his nose near Callum’s cock, breathing heavily against the stretched and swollen skin. He puckered his mouth and kissed around the root, his lips pressed into the trimmed brown hairs that faded up into the barest of happy trails.
Jack licked his way through the lines of Callum’s muscles, up his chest, paying close attention to the freckles on his breastbone and taking an extended moment to relax and breathe with his ear pressed firmly against Callum’s heart. It was beating like a drum, hard and fast and loud, trying to break the skin.
He continued his ascent, his cock leaving trails of precum up Callum’s body as he went. He nestled his face into Callum’s neck and breathed him in.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” Jack said again, even as Callum trembled and shook beneath him.
“It’s like you’re here but you’re not,” Callum admitted, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
“I’m very much here,” Jack whispered, pressing his hips against Callum’s. “Don’t you feel me?”
Callum exhaled a shuddering sigh and reached between them, pressing a hand to Jack’s chest.
“Here, though.”
He covered Callum’s hand with his and looked down at him.
“Look at me.”
Callum kept his eyes closed for a beat. Then they opened, his green eyes radiant and ever glowing.
“Very much here,” Jack promised, pressing Callum’s hand hard against his chest. “Always here.”
He pulled them up to a sitting position, holding Callum’s hand in place.
