“Anyway,” Dylan said a few moments later, his voice more even and controlled than it had been. “He wanted to fuck me, so I let him. It was theonlytime he was caring and gentle. He took it real slow, used lots of lube, prepped my arse with his fingers, got me whimpering and moaning, and basically gagging for it before his cock went anywhere near me.”
“Did it hurt?” Callum asked.
“Yes.”
Callum winced, but he was glad that Dylan hadn’t sugar coated it.
“It took me a while to relax, but he was patient with me while I got used to having him inside me.”
“You enjoyed it?”
“Yeah, I did. It was really nice, and I fooled myself into thinking he wanted me. Then, the next thing I knew, I was packing my bags and going elsewhere.”
Callum held Dylan tighter. “I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is. Just one more rejection in a long line of them.” He kissed Callum’s hair. “I don’t know if any of that helped.”
“I don’t know either, but I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me about it.”
Dylan tilted Callum’s face up with his fingers. “You don’t have to rush into anything. Trust how you’re feeling. If it feels right, it probably is, but if it feels too fast, say and we’ll stop.”
“Thank you.”
“As much as I don’t want to love you and leave you, I need to take a shower.”
“I should probably go home.”
“Do you want to?”
Callum shook his head. “No, but I need to get some clean clothes.” He pushed up to kiss Dylan. “I’ll see you tonight, at the club?”
“Sure. My first dance will be just for you.”
Callum grinned. Knowing that, he was definitely looking forward to seeing Dylan dance.
