“Come on, kitten.”
Callum dropped the papers on the dash and followed him out of the car and up the manicured front walk. Jack dug around in his pocket, producing a key. He held it up with a smile then used it to open the front door. Inside, Callum pressed against Jack’s side, surveying the decent sized living room, barren of any furniture.
“What’s this?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“A house,” Jack whispered, lips dusting over Callum’s ear, “for you. For us.”
“What do you mean?” he breathed out, gooseflesh breaking out down his neck.
“I signed the lease over the weekend. I wanted to get it ready for you as a surprise, but after last night, I want you to know that I’m serious about you. About us.”
Jack’s fingers danced down Callum’s arm and into his hand, pressing the key against his clammy palm.
“Let me show you the rest of the house.” Jack bumped his chest against Callum’s back and he found his feet, moving through the living room and into a breakfast nook with a wide window that overlooked a large backyard with a giant willow tree. To the left of the nook was the kitchen, dark wood cabinets and stainless appliances and a sliding door to the outside.
Callum stepped away from Jack and went to the window. Everything looked like a dream. From the thick hedge that sprouted up toward the windowsill to the bougainvillea that lined the back fence. It was quiet and peaceful.
“The yard looks nice,” he mumbled, reaching a hand behind him. Jack’s fingers laced into his and squeezed, pulling him away from the window.
“Let’s go see the rest of it.”
Callum followed Jack back to the living room and down a narrow hallway. Past a standard looking bathroom there were two doors across the hall from each other.
“Pick your poison,” Jack said, stopping them both before they reached the end.
“Left.” Callum tipped his head toward the door and Jack opened it.
The bedroom was small but bright with hardwood floors and a mirrored closet. Callum took the room in and turned to Jack.
“What goes in here?”
“Whatever you want, I suppose.”
“And the other room?”
“We should go see.”
Jack led him back to the hallway and into the other bedroom. It was larger in every aspect. On the far wall was a broad bay window that looked out into the yard. To the side was a door into a small master bathroom with a black and white checkered floor.
“What do you think?” Jack’s voice in his ear startled him and he jumped, turning to face him.
“I think I wish there was a bed.” Callum forced a laugh, the sound betraying his arousal.
“You think I need a bed to fuck what’s mine?” Jack asked, his voice lower than Callum had ever heard it.
“You’ve never…” Callum trailed off.
“Never what?” Jack backed him against one of the walls and worked both of their flys down.
“Talked to me like that,” Callum managed to reply.
“Haven’t I?” Jack curled his fist around Callum’s cock and tugged it loose of his briefs. His cock was hard, already leaking.
Jack exhaled a laugh and buried his nose against Callum’s neck. “I can tell you like it. Maybe you just need a stronger hand than I’ve been giving you.”
His hand tightened, pressing the slit of Callum’s cock between his fingers. Callum was shocked he didn’t explode when the bolt of pleasure shot from his toes straight to where Jack’s hand was working him.
“I do, Daddy,” he admitted.
