“I don’t have any plates, or silverware, or towels. No bed.” Jack gestured to the floor. “After I get married, I want to fuck my husband in our bed.”
That had Callum up and scrambling into his clothes eagerly and following Jack out the front door, using his key to lock up. Jack’s heart ached, but in a good way. The best way.
* * *
Four hoursand a flurry of text messages later, Jack and Callum were back at the Silverlake house. Their new home. Callum stood in front of the sink, washing glasses and flatware which he deposited neatly into their brand new drying rack. He moved onto the plates, washing them quickly while he stared distractedly out the window.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Jack asked him as he passed by, an armful of clean and warm sheets in his hand. Callum had picked them, dark teal sheets and a white duvet cover with colored dandelions on it.
Callum shook his head and widened his eyes, focusing on Jack as though he hadn’t been aware he’d zoned out.
“I’m thinking about what to wear,” Callum admitted, a flush creeping up his neck.
“You can wear what you have on now.”
Callum scoffed. “Daddy.”
“What?”
“It’s supposed to be special.”
“It will be special. Because it’s us,” Jack reminded.
“I just…” Callum plucked at his t-shirt. “I’m definitely not wearing this.”
“What’s wrong with what you have on?”
“It’s gross and sweaty. I should have some clothes here anyway if I’m staying.” Callum glanced at him sideways.
Jack bumped his shoulder with a sly grin. “Go get some clothes then, kitten.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Callum leaned up on his toes and left a chaste kiss against Jack’s lips before snatching the keys from his pocket and disappearing out the front door.
Jack carried the sheets into the bedroom and made the bed, dragging his fingers along the decorative swirls of the wrought-iron frame they’d agreed on. He wondered if Callum would like to be restrained. It was out of the scope of the things their relationship had been founded on, but every day Callum surprised him. He wanted more, he wanted everything, and Jack readily obliged him. Jack had referred in the past to things being rougher and Callum had liked it. It worked because, after all, the whole dynamic they’d established with the Daddy thing was malleable, organic
They both would get bored if their exchanges existed of nothing more than,yes, Daddyorno, Daddy. That wasn’t what either of them wanted. Callum wanted someone to take care of him, to watch out for him, to appreciate him, and Jack wanted to be needed. It was simple. It worked.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he sat on the bed, glancing at the screen before answering the call.
“Hey.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Martin.” Verity’s formality caused him to chuckle.
“Everything all set?”
“Of course,” Verity answered with a scoff.
“You haven’t told Landon?” Jack questioned.
“You asked me not to.”
“Do you think he’s gonna freak out?” Jack asked with a laugh.
“Freak out that you’re marrying our bartender after knowing him for less than two weeks? Maybe.”
“I’ve known him since April,” Jack reminded them.
“Ah, yes. Much better.”
