Callum brushed some of the tears away from Dylan’s cheeks with his thumb, which also became smeared with make-up. “If I praise you, I’ll mean it.”
Dylan nodded. “I believe you. I want to be better for you, baby. I want to take care of you.”
Callum dipped his chin so he could kiss Dylan’s hand. “I want you to take care of me.” It was scary saying it, but he knew he meant it. “And I want to take care of you.” He squeezed Dylan’s hand. “Can we be scared together?”
Dylan’s chin trembled. “Please.”
He cupped his hand around the back of Callum’s head and pulled him close for a kiss. Callum groaned as Dylan’s tongue worked some kind of magic in his mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was the tongue piercing, or because letting someone else take charge of the kiss was a new experience, or because Dylan really was an excellent kisser. Whatever the reason, the kiss made his toes curl and his cock ache. When it ended, he was left panting and wanting more.
“God, you’re so good at that.”
“Does that mean you want another kiss?”
It was so good to see Dylan smiling at him, his brown eyes bright with happiness rather than tears.
“Please.”
Dylan pushed up and kissed him from above. Callum wrapped his arms around Dylan’s shoulders, stroking his hair and his back. He tugged him down, so their bodies were closer. In response, Dylan intensified the kiss. All manner of sounds erupted from Callum’s throat, too loud to be fully smothered by Dylan’s mouth.
“That was perfect,” he breathed. It was so easy to utter praise when it was true. The bonus was that he knew he was making Dylan happy by voicing his pleasure out loud. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything, baby.”
“Would you tell me about your first time with a guy?” Callum covered his eyes with the back of his arm as his cheeks became radioactive. “How you knew you were ready…what it was like…what you did…?” He gritted his teeth. “I sound like an idiot.”
“You don’t.” Dylan eased Callum’s arm away from his eyes. “You sound curious and that’s agoodthing. I bet you were curious when you started thinking about girls.”
“Yeah.”
“How did you learn what to do?”
Callum shrugged. “All the usual stupid ways—the internet, hearing stories from friends, porn.”
Dylan chuckled. “Well, if you’re interested, I know some great gay porn sites. But, as I’m sure you know from sleeping with girls, what you see on the screen is not how it goes in reality. Especially the first time.”
“It was kind of a let-down. It probably was for her too.”
“Were you both virgins?”
Callum wrinkled his nose. “You really want to hear about me sleeping with girls?”
“Why not? It’s part of who you are.”
“Okay.” Callum still wasn’t convinced, and he wasn’t sure how he recounting any of his sexual exploits was going to help answer any of his questions about what he and Dylan might do together. “She was a couple of years older than me and definitelynota virgin.”
“Ooo, a cradle snatcher.”
Callum glanced away and bit his lip.
“I’m sorry. There goes me and my mouth again. I’ll be more serious.” Dylan stroked Callum’s arm. “Tell me about her. Was it the girl you mentioned before—Megan?”
Callum shook his head. “She was part of a group I used to hang out with. We drank together, smoked together, and got into trouble together. We were bad influences on each other.” He grimaced at the memory. It had been exciting at the time, but in hindsight he wasn’t proud of any of the things they’d done. “Her name was Jen. She was pretty and confident, and I had a boner for her from the word go. God, this is embarrassing. Do you really want to know all this?”
“Go on,” Dylan prompted.
“One night we were over at her place.” He pinched his eyebrows together, trying to remember the details. “There was a whole bunch of us. We were drinking and watching a film. A few people started pairing off and making out, so we did too. We ended up sneaking upstairs to have sex.” He shut his eyes. “I came really fast. She said it was okay, but I knew it wasn’t and that was that. Like I said, it was a let-down.”
“I can promise you my first time was nothing like a porn movie either,” Dylan said. He walked his fingers up Callum’s arm and across his chest, where he laid his palm flat over Callum’s breastbone. “And like everything, you get better at it with practise, which I’m sure you have.”
