25Callum
They took a shower together and then climbed up into bed, naked. Callum wasn’t sure what to expect next, so he hoped Dylan would guide him. Dylan drew Callum into a slow kiss that made his toes curl and his insides flutter, before massaging him just behind the ear. It was a huge turn on. In response, Callum stroked Dylan’s hip.
“Lay down for me, baby,” Dylan said. “On your stomach.”
Callum didn’t hesitate. He folded his arms over the pillow and rested his cheek on them.
“I want you to relax,” Dylan said before nibbling Callum’s earlobe and then kissing his way down his neck and across his shoulders.
A moment later, Callum heard the pop of a bottle cap. His body tensed, even though he fought to remain relaxed. He wanted Dylan to make love to him, but he couldn’t help the nervousness fluttering in his belly. He heard the whoosh-whoosh sound of Dylan rubbing his palms together and then felt his boyfriend’s warm, slippery hands on his shoulders. He let out a contented sigh as Dylan began to massage him, his movements slow, deep, and sensual.
“That’s so nice,” he murmured, allowing his eyes to drift shut.
He had no clue how long Dylan massaged him for, but it wasn’t long before his body had turned to jelly, and his mind was slipping into a dream-like place.
“Still with me?” Dylan asked.
“Uh-huh. What you’re doing is amazing.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Sorelaxed.”
“That’s exactly how I want you.” Dylan kept moving his hands. “When you’re ready for a little play, let me know.”
Callum’s brow creased. “Play?”
“Finger play,” Dylan said, massaging Callum’s back in a way that made him groan. “To help loosen you up.” He moved close to Callum’s ear. “Word of warning, you might feel like you need to pee or poop.”
Callum wrinkled his nose. “How romantic.”
“Just giving you fair warning. Pro tip—you won’t do either.”
Callum tensed a little. “You’re sure?”
“Positive. It’s been ages since we ate.”
The tension flowed out of Callum’s body. It was impossible not to relax, the way Dylan was touching him.
“How come I didn’t know you could do amazing massages?”
“You didn’t ask.”
Callum whimpered. “You didn’t offer.”
“I was saving it. After tonight, you can ask me to massage you whenever you want.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
Callum smiled. His body was putty beneath Dylan’s expert hands. He felt warm and safe. Loved and wanted.
“Play with me,” he whispered.
Dylan kept massaging him for a short while longer, leaning down to kiss his neck and jaw while he did. “I want you to tell me if it hurts or doesn’t feel right, okay?”
Callum nodded.
