“There’s something I need to tell you later.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Callahan is in Love
Something seemed off about Jace, but once they’d gotten back to Callahan’s apartment after dinner, before he could ask, Jace kicked the door closed and crashed their mouths together. He kissed Callahan like it was the first time, or maybe the last time, but his lips and his hands had Callahan going so mad, he forgot to ask why.
He forgot everything besides Jace.
Jace cradled Callahan’s face in his hands and slowed his assault, walking them down the hallway, limbs tangled and tongues entwined. When they reached the bedroom, Callahan flipped the lights on, and Jace pushed them off.
“No,” he whispered against Callahan’s mouth.
“You need light for pictures,” Callahan said.
“I’m not going to…” Jace paused, sucking in a deep breath. He looked like he was thinking, but only said, “Not yet.”
“That’s fine,” Callahan said, but before he could finish Jace’s mouth was on him again, and Callahan had been walked across the room. He turned at the last minute, just in time to land Jace’s back flat against the floor-to-ceiling plate glass window.
Jace made a low sound, then kissed his way down Callahan’s neck and throat, scrabbling wildly at the buttons on his shirt before tearing the whole thing apart and shoving it down his shoulders. Jace’s enthusiasm lit a fire inside Callahan’s stomach, and he threaded his fingers into Jace’s hair, guiding him down until his knees hit the ground.
Jace nuzzled against him, tilting his head back and blinking up at Callahan, the light gold of his irises nearly obscured by his blown-out pupils. He licked his lips and yanked Callahan’s belt open, pulled down his zipper, then let Callahan’s slacks pool at his feet. Callahan’s cock was already hard, aching, and leaking, and Jace dragged his nose up the length of it, only the thin material of Callahan’s briefs between them.
Callahan flattened a hand against the window and dipped his head down as Jace hooked careful fingers into the elastic waistband of his underwear. He tugged them down just enough to expose Callahan’s cock and balls, and then his mouth was there, hot and wet and consuming.
Callahan sucked in a sharp breath and Jace chuckled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through every bone in Callahan’s body. Jace teased him, licking and touching and kissing, until Callahan was certain he’d lose his mind.
“Please more,” he rasped.
Jace looked up at him, the barest hint of a smile playing across his lips.
“I want to commit this to memory,” he said, dragging his hands up the front of Callahan’s thighs. “I want to remember what it looks like when you come apart from this.”
With that, Jace sucked his complete length into his throat, and Callahan nearly came on the spot. He let out a rough cry, and Jace stilled, mouth and throat stuffed full of Callahan’s dick. Soft puffs of breath landed against the base of his cock and Callahan tried to steady himself. He cupped the side of Jace’s head in his hand and Jace blinked up at him, eyes shiny with tears.
This was…it wasn’t wrong, but it was different, and Callahan was too far gone with lust to understand why. But Jace started to move, bobbing up and down his length, the flat of his tongue dragging a hot stripe from root to tip. Callahan tore his stare away, blinking the lights of the horizon into focus while his body became consumed by the things Jace did to him.
I love you, Callahan thought to himself, the words on the tip of his tongue since they’d been at dinner. The feeling might have sounded premature, but Callahan knew his heart, he knew himself. He knew how hard he’d fought against Jace and the idea of him, and he knew now how hopeless the endeavor had been all along. Jace Dare was a force of nature, and there was no stopping Callahan’s heart.
He wanted to tell him, he needed Jace to know, but the words lodged in his throat and what came out was a groan that dripped with the heat of his pleasure, his need. Jace hummed, and Callahan’s balls tightened, tingling and hot between his legs.
“Jace,” he grunted, tugging on the ends of Jace’s hair. “Bed.”
Jace hollowed his cheeks and gave Callahan one last, proper suck, then stood. When they were as equal footed as they ever were, Callahan slammed their mouths together, taking Jace’s puffy lips into his mouth and kissing away the musky flavor of his cock.
As they kissed, Jace worked his own clothes off, and by the time they reached the bed, both men were naked and hard. Jace gave him a little shove and Callahan landed on his back with anoomph. He spread himself out, sliding up toward the headboard to make room for his lover.
Jace moved to the nightstand, familiar with where Callahan kept his lube and condoms, and at the same time, he flipped on the bedside lamp, then took his camera off the dresser and returned to the bed.
Callahan’s heart rate spiked as Jace ripped the condom wrapper with his teeth. He sheathed himself efficiently and slicked his entire length with lube, using the spread of Callahan’s crack to dry his fingers.
“I know you like foreplay,” Jace whispered, his eyes trained at the spot their bodies were ready to join together. “But I want you to feel it this time.”
Callahan’s entire body broke out in gooseflesh and he fisted the sheets, nodding his consent. Jace studied him silently, then reached down, inserting a single finger as far as it could reach. It wasn’t the stretch Callahan had been expecting, and he sucked in a surprise breath. Jace twisted his wrist until he had the right angle, then the pad of his finger pressed ever so gently against Callahan’s prostate.
His cock jumped and leaked, leaving a trail of precum connecting to his stomach. Jace swirled his finger, drawing a low moan out of Callahan’s mouth.
“You’re a sight, Callahan,” Jace said softly, withdrawing his finger entirely.
