Callahan didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing and held on to Jace’s hips, urging him to do what they both so desperately needed.
“Can I take these pictures?” Jace asked, reaching for his camera but not picking it up off the sheets.
Callahan’s face heated and he rolled his face to the side, pressing his cheek against the cool pillowcase. He’d known that was the plan, that this was how it was going to go, but the moment seemed so intimate now. It was as though Jace could feel his hesitance, and he leaned down, dropping a tender kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“If you don’t want me to, I won’t,” Jace told him. “It changes nothing.”
“I want you to,” he answered quickly.
Jace sat up, situating himself and raising his camera above their bodies. He pointed the lens down, and aimed his cock forward, and then…
And then Callahan’s body stretched and burned, and he cried out, arching off the bed with his head thrown back. Jace’s cock speared him, and the camera remained more poised than either of them were in that moment. Jace seated himself, his entire body wracked with tremors. With his free hand, he petted Callahan’s side, stroking fingertips from his armpit to his waist, and again the words were on the tip of Callahan’s tongue. But Jace pulled out and surged back in, and Callahan choked on the unspoken profession.
“I…” Callahan managed to choke the single syllable out, but Jace bent down and crashed their mouths together before he could get the rest of it out.
Hands on his thighs spread him open and apart, and then Jace started to move, circling his hips in a way that drove Callahan mad.
“I wish I could come inside of you,” Jace whispered, kissing his way along Callahan’s face to his neck, then up to his ear.
“Yes,” he said, “next time.”
Jace’s thrusts stuttered. “Callahan.”
“Yes.”
Jace shook his head and reached down, and then Callahan was so empty it hurt. Jace quickly flipped onto his back, and he hauled Callahan on top of him.
“Ride me,” Jace said. He circled his fingers around the base of his cock and held it steady.
Callahan climbed on top of him and eased down, impaling himself on the hot and hard length of Jace’s erection.
He hadn’t had a lot of sexual partners in his life, far less he assumed than Jace, but nothing in the world had ever felt as right, as thorough, as…necessary as everything felt when Jace was inside of him like this.
Jace bracketed his hands on Callahan’s hips and drew him downward until he was sitting on his thighs. Callahan straightened himself, settling the tips of his fingers against the lowest part of Jace’s stomach, then he did as Jace had asked. He raised and lowered, working his body open around Jace’s dick, wanton moans and groans tumbling out of his mouth, dangerously close to the words he’d been biting back all night.
His entire body tingled with electricity and, for the first time, he felt alive. He felt right and true, and somehow in that moment, in that joining, he’d found the heart of himself. He pumped his hips, grinding against Jace and drawing his body closer to his release. He didn’t think he needed to be touched to come, but Jace’s hand curled around his cock just the same.
“Jace,” he rasped, fighting against the wave of pleasure that threatened to destroy him.
“You’re perfect,” Jace whispered, sliding his thumb through the wet slit of Callahan’s cock. “Everything about you. Just the way you are.”
Callahan shook his head and dropped it back, baring his throat. The things Jace said to him were sweet, but they weren’t true. Callahan was far from perfect, but he saw the way forward now, and he’d aspire to live up to Jace’s vision for as long as Jace would have him.
“Never change, Callahan,” Jace begged him.
“Better. I want to be better.”
“Just be true.” Jace rose off the bed, spearing himself deeper into Callahan’s body.
The orgasm was there and unavoidable, along with the declaration that terrified him beyond measure. The fear wasn’t enough to stop the orgasm, and the orgasm not enough to wash away his fear, and his balls tightened and heated, and with the first spray of cum, Jace sat straight up.
Their chests pressed together, Jace’s cock dragged against his prostate and he came with a long wail. Jace continued to move, pumping up and into him as Callahan’s cock leaked between their stomachs, and when it hurt to move, to think, to come, there was nothing left to do but tell Jace the truth.
“I love you,” he murmured, the words barely audible to even his own ears.
Jace stilled, his fingers and muscles tightening, and then inside of Callahan, he swelled and thickened, cock pulsing his release into the condom. Jace’s breathing stuttered and skipped, and he clung to Callahan like his life depended on it.
“You can’t,” Jace said, pressing his sweaty forehead against Callahan’s shoulder.
