What had changed between then and now?
He’d learned that Callahan was a little rough around the edges, but it was probably the result of his upbringing. It would be hard for anyone to come out soft if you’d been surrounded by men like Rhys and that horrible professor Jace met before dinner. And for all of that, he still wanted. He wanted maybe more than he should have, and that was why he stalled, why he hesitated.
“Gimme a minute.” He slipped into the bedroom and closed the door, dropping the disgusting wet towel and kicking it into the bathroom.
“Get it together,” he muttered to himself. “You’re overthinking this. It doesn’t matter that you thought he might be likeable and he turned out to be a spoiled brat.”
Jace stalked into the bathroom and grabbed a dry towel, wrapping it around his waist and pacing back toward the closed bedroom door.
He could do one time. Two times maybe, if Callahan was lucky. And maybe if the two of them spent some time between the sheets, they’d be more convincing as boyfriends anyway. He knew Rhys was barely buying the story, and even though Jace didn’t care about anyone at the entire event besides himself, he didn’t want to leave Callahan embarrassed in front of so many people whose opinions he seemed to value.
Jace’s cock was still hard and Callahan was still on the other side of the door waiting for him to come back. If he didn’t like the way Callahan’s attitude wavered, then he needed to himself remain steadfast. He took a deep breath and pulled open the door, then he dropped the clean towel onto the ground before he could change his mind.
“Come here,” he called, and Callahan was there almost instantly. His short, slender frame filled the doorway, his clothes still wet and his cock tenting his pants. When Callahan saw him there, naked, his hands went to his belt and worked quick, pulling the shiny black leather free of the loops.
Callahan dropped his belt onto the floor and by the time he reached the spot in front of the bed where Jace stood, he’d stripped down to an indecent pair of low-rise black briefs.
Jace raised his hand, pressing his palm against Callahan’s chest and stalling his momentum. Callahan blinked down at him with those lust-shot eyes of his, and Jace’s knees shook. Callahan was different, and Jace hated him for it.
“Do you have condoms?” he asked.
Callahan’s jaw went slack.
“That’s a no,” Jace assumed, letting out a long sigh.
“I wasn’t planning on…” Callahan gestured toward the bed.
“I didn’t think you were.” Jace went quickly to the closet and flipped open his suitcase, snatching a condom and a bottle of lube. He hadn’t planned on sleeping with Callahan this weekend either, but he wasn’t a fool and he didn’t travel unprepared.
He tossed both things onto the pillow and went back to Callahan, hooking his fingers under the gold-patterned waistband of his briefs.
“Are these what brand I think they are?” He traced the geometric lines around Callahan’s hips and his answering blush was all the answer he needed. “Versace underwear? You’re something else.”
“They’re comfortable.”
“They’re my monthly food budget.” Jace moved and turned, pushing Callahan onto the bed. He landed, his arms coming out to the sides to break his fall.
“If you don’t like them, you should take them off.” Callahan raised a brow, a clear sign of challenge.
“You get bold when you’re naked.”
Callahan licked his lips, but didn’t refute the claim, and Jace pulled his underwear down to his ankles. He crawled onto the bed, pushing Callahan’s legs apart, and ghosted a breath over his cock, then pressed their bodies together, moving upward until they were again face to face.
“Just sex,” he whispered. “Just for the weekend.”
“Sure. Fine.” Callahan arched against him, his cock hot and hard.
“How much prep do you like?”
“A lot.”
Jace closed his eyes, reaching for the lube. It wasn’t surprising that Callahan liked foreplay. He seemed like the type to find intimacy in that kind of eye-contact-while-we-come kind of way. Jace didn’t so much take issue with that, but it wasn’t practical for the kind of sex he had. He strived to keep himself not just free of attachments, but the potential for attachment.
Foreplay had potential.
Just for the weekend, he reminded himself as he poured lube down the length of his first two fingers.
Callahan stretched for a kiss and Jace dodged it, sliding his hand between their bodies until his slippery fingers found the tight and hot pucker of Callahan’s hole.
