“Your mouth,” Jace panted, his hips jerking beneath Callahan’s body.
Callahan hummed.
“Oh, fuck. Can I come in your mouth?”
Callahan nodded and tightened his grip around Jace’s balls. It wasn’t long before Jace’s breathing turned frantic and his grip on Callahan’s head flexed. Jace’s cock thickened, impossibly stretching Callahan’s jaw, and then he came. Jets of cum streaked across the roof of Callahan’s mouth and Jace shouted, both hands coming down and cradling the sides of Callahan’s head.
Once Jace’s cock quit spurting, Callahan let it fall out of his mouth. It landed against Jace’s thigh with a soft plop, and Callahan gave the length a final lick for good measure. He shoved his hand into his own pants, gripping his aching cock in his fist so he didn’t shoot off.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, dropping a kiss against the sticky head of Jace’s dick.
He hoped Jace didn’t say no. The man seemed to have a contradictory sense of intimacy, or rather, his impression of it differed noticeably from Callahan’s. Jace was freewheeling with sex acts, but counted sharing a bed as the peak of it all, whereas Callahan had lost count of how many times he and Sebastian had shared a bed in the years they’d known each other.
Much like penetrative sex, Callahan counted foreplay and kissing as equal steps on the intimacy meter, so when Jace answered with a roughyes, he seized the opportunity. He slid up Jace’s body, arranging his cock so it didn’t bend painfully between their stomachs, and he tilted his head to the side and pressed their mouths together.
Jace made a small, surprised sound, then dragged his tongue across the seam of Callahan’s mouth.
“I taste myself on you,” he whispered, dipping his tongue into Callahan’s mouth.
In answer, Callahan opened wider, letting Jace explore. He mentally fought back his own orgasm, not wanting to come untouched, and not wanting to ruin the moment. He’d intended to give something to Jace, and for as much as he wanted to come, he didn’t want to come here; not as an afterthought.
Jace kissed him until he’d forgotten all of that, until he’d forgotten where they were or why they were there, until he’d forgotten Rhys and the college and any sort of obligation that wasn’t being in that exact moment with the man beneath him. Callahan’s body felt light and free, and he broke the kiss, sucking in a very necessary breath.
Something had changed.
Maybe not between them, but inside of him, and he squeezed his eyes closed, sitting up between Jace’s spread legs. He rubbed his chest, fighting back an unexpected surge of emotion that he was terrified to put words to.
“Are you okay?” Jace asked. He reached up and gently touched Callahan’s forearm.
“Yeah,” he answered quickly. “Yeah. I just…”
“Was it too much?” Jace wrapped his fingers around Callahan’s arm, holding him steady.
“No. Not that, I promise.” He swallowed. “I just. I feel really good right now. I feel like myself.”
Jace’s mouth twitched into a smile, and he pulled Callahan back down. Their noses bumped, and Callahan pushed out a laugh.
“Do you not normally?” Jace asked.
Callahan could have sworn he felt Jace’s body tense, but the tightness was fleeting because Jace’s arms came around his back and held them together.
“Not like this,” he said.
Something flashed in Jace’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything.
Callahan couldn’t elaborate. He couldn’t say,I’m thirty-one and this is the first time I’ve ever felt like me.It wasn’t a feeling or a concept that Jace would understand, and Callahan didn’t know how to explain it.
“I like how I feel when I’m with you,” Callahan said, hoping that would be enough.
“Do you want me to make you feel even better?” Jace asked, reaching down for Callahan’s erection.
“Yes, but…” He pushed Jace’s hand away. “Maybe later. I want to be here for you.”
Something flashed in Jace’s eyes and he sucked in a quiet breath. “Kiss me, then.”
“Gladly.” Callahan slanted their mouths together again, the air leaving his lungs when Jace pushed off his back and flipped them both, leaving Callahan beneath him.
Not breaking their mouths apart, Jace spread Callahan’s legs and settled between them, rutting against Callahan like he was trying to make him come. The whole time, Jace kissed him like he needed him to breathe, and Callahan tried to stop his brain from going fuzzy from the intoxication of it all.
