Jace’s nostrils flared and he swallowed thickly.“Photography gave me an excuse to get out of the house,” he continued, unprompted, and Callahan smiled, thrilled at the revelation. “I started taking pictures of the city.”
Callahan danced his fingers against the hem of Jace’s shirt, fingertips barely dusting across his skin. Jace groaned and dropped his head back against the couch.
“I can’t think straight when you touch me,” he said on a soft moan.
“Did you want me to stop?”
“I don’t know.”
“How did you start taking pictures of yourself?” Callahan lifted Jace’s shirt and bent over, pressing his lips against the curve of Jace’s hip.
“Bored,” Jace gasped, arching away from the couch. “Grounded.”
“Did you get in trouble a lot as a kid?” Callahan nipped at the dip of Jace’s waist, pushing his shirt up higher. Jace grumbled, then leaned back, his head landing against the arm of the couch with a thump.
Callahan arranged himself on top of Jace, appreciative of the switch in control. Even when he’d been the one to kiss and touch Jace, it had been out of obligation or appearance, and Jace had always been the actual aggressor. This was…new…Jace continuing to let his guard down, his attitude slipping with every slide of Callahan’s teeth.
“When I was first adopted.” Jace covered his face with his arm, biting the skin of his forearm with a grunt.
“And later on?”
“Not much time to adjust. I was already a teenager.”
Callahan dragged his tongue toward the center of Jace’s stomach and dipped it into his belly button.
“Jesus, this isn’t like you.”
“What does that mean?” Callahan propped himself up on his elbows and stared down Jace’s half exposed body, waiting for Jace to look at him.
After an eternity of moments, Jace dropped his arm and adjusted himself so he was half sitting, Callahan situated between his spread legs.
“I practically had to beg you for a kiss the night we met,” Jace said, “and now you’re here trying to take my clothes off with your teeth.”
Callahan tried to hide the way he recoiled, but the statement was true. Even through his fear, Jace radiated possibility and promise, and Callahan didn’t want to lose it. He didn’t know what he was doing, and he felt embarrassed to ask, but he could do what he’d done for the rest of his life. He didn’t know how to explain any of that, but he knew what he wanted. He just didn’t know how to get or how to take. He didn’t know how to retain.
“I’m not good,” he admitted with a small frown, “not good at this.”
“Stop trying to make this more than it is,” Jace said, pulling him back down. “Part of this is real and part of this isn’t.”
Jace bowed off the couch and pushed against Callahan, his cock thickening against Callahan’s chest. “Please don’t make me tell you which is which again.”
"Can I suck you, then?” he asked.
Jace’s lashes fluttered and his head landed back against the arm of the couch. He didn’t answer, instead threading his fingers through Callahan’s hair, he pressed against his scalp with the softest pressure. His hand briefly flexed, and he nodded.
Callahan practically moaned with approval, pulling Jace’s pants down and exposing him before Jace could change his mind.His cock was as gorgeous as Callahan remembered from the night before, even though he’d barely seen it, only felt it. God, had he felt it.
Callahan made a fist around Jace’s dick and stroked him until he was fully hard, his tip glistening with precum. He dragged his thumb through the moisture, pulling it back down Jace’s length, then he leaned down and licked a hot stripe from base to tip, clearing his erection of the wetness.
Jace groaned, his grip on Callahan’s hair tightening before he let go completely and dropped his arm to the couch beside their bodies.
“You can do it,” Callahan said, his breath fanning out across Jace’s dick. “I like when you touch me like you mean it.”
Jace settled his hand back on Callahan’s head and shifted him down, so Callahan’s mouth was stretched around the head of his cock. Callahan swirled his tongue around the hot skin, dragging the tip underneath the flared head, drawing moans and grunts out of Jace’s mouth.
With his other hand, he cupped Jace’s balls, tickling the tender spot around the back that led toward his ass. Jace spread his legs wider, almost in invitation. Callahan didn’t push, instead focused his attention on the long, hard cock in his mouth, sucking and bobbing as much of Jace’s length into his throat as he could manage. Jace’s hand remained steady on his head, guiding but not forcing his movements.
Callahan lost himself in the pleasure of it, his own cock leaking in his pants as he pleasured Jace. It had been so long since he’d had this with someone, and even in the past, this kind of thing had been done out of obligation, not want. This was new to him, and a small part of him thought it might be monumental, that it was going to change everything, but as quick as the though came, it was gone, drowned out by the quickening of Jace’s breathing.
