19Callum
Working until three in the morning and then getting on a coach at six was brutal enough that Callum and Dylan were both able to fall asleep as they were carried down the motorway to a theme park.
Callum’s dreams were full of Dylan. In his dreams, he was far braver than he was when he was awake. All the things he was curious about played out in the movie theatre of his mind, free from inhibitions. It was like his own personal porn movie—vivid and real while he slept, then fading to something hazy and unreal when he woke each morning. The vibrations of the coach definitely ramped up the sexiness of his dreams.
They were in Dylan’s bed; the flat was completely dark except for the twinkling fairy lights. They were both naked and laying together after giving each other the most amazing blow jobs, sweaty as they caressed each other and kissed.
“Make love to me,” Callum whispered.
“With pleasure, baby.”
The scene shifted. They were making love again. Callum stared into Dylan’s eyes as his boyfriend slowly, gently moved inside him. Dylan was holding Callum’s hands above his head with enough force that he couldn’t move them, but he knew that he didn’t want to, either. It was hot.
Next, he was on his knees, still staring into Dylan’s eyes. Dylan was grasping his hair and fucking his mouth.
Then they were making love over Dylan’s table. Callum was gripping the tabletop as Dylan slammed into him from behind.
The moment melted in a stream of water. They were in the waterfall shower on the narrowboat, kissing and rubbing against each other as water tumbled over them. Callum’s back was pushed against the slate tiles. Dylan had his wrists again, holding them tight.
“I want you on your knees, baby.”
Callum woke with a start, bashing his knee into the seat in front of him. A woman scowled at him through the gap in the seats, so he smiled a weary apology. He was groggy, disorientated, and had an uncomfortable hard-on. He grabbed his jacket and arranged it over his lap to hide his embarrassment.
“Everything okay?” Dylan asked in a sleepy tone. His head had been resting on Callum’s shoulder, but he lifted it and peered at Callum.
“Fine.”
Callum stared out the window. There was nothing much to see except trees and fields. The sky was a vivid shade of blue, punctuated by white fluffy clouds. Hopefully the weather would stay nice while they were at the theme park.
“You don’t sound fine.”
“I’m just tired. I didn’t mean to wake you, sorry.” Callum looked round in time to see Dylan’s expression fall.
“Was this a bad idea?”
Callum squeezed Dylan’s hand. “It’s a great idea, I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll wake up properly when we get there.”
Dylan’s expression brightened. He glanced at Callum’s lap and then gave him a quizzical look. Callum’s cheeks burned. He pressed his hand over his jacket, hoping his hard-on wasn’t obvious beneath it. Dylan’s stare tracked to his lap and then back up.
“Were you having a dirty dream?” Dylan whispered into his ear.
Callum nodded stiffly. Apparently, his hard-onwasobvious. Great.
“About?”
“You.”
Dylan chuckled. “When we’re somewhere more private, will you tell me about it?”
“No.”
Dylan pouted at him. “Why not?”
“Because it’s embarrassing,” he hissed.
Dylan nibbled the lobe of Callum’s ear before whispering in an even quieter tone. “If it’s got you that hard, it must have been hot. Why is that embarrassing?”
Callum wriggled in his seat.
