“You know I would be. I’d never hurt you—unless you wanted me to.”
Callum smiled and went back to stroking Dylan’s stomach.
“What happened next?”
“I was on my knees, sucking you off.”
“You liked it?”
Callum nodded. He was surprised about how much of the dream he was remembering. A lot of it was hazy, but it was coming back to him in flashes that left him feeling hot and needy.
“Was there anything else?”
“More of the same. More fucking. More of you holding me down. More of me on my knees.” He shivered as blood rushed to his cock.
“Thank you for telling me, baby. I’m going to have nice dreams tonight.”
“Dreams?” Callum asked. Slowly, he brushed his hand down Dylan’s stomach and beneath the covers. He couldn’t see Dylan’s ‘Danger Zone’ tattoo, but he knew where it was, and he ran his fingers over it. “I thought we might—” He licked his lips. “That I might try—”
“You don’t have to, baby.”
Callum pushed the quilt back, exposing Dylan’s hard cock. “I want to.” His heart pounded in his chest. “If…you want…me to,” he stammered. “I’d get on my knees and—”
“Not on your knees—not for your first time.”
Callum rubbed his forehead. “I read some websites and—” He was beginning to feel foolish.
“Let me guess, they told you ways to make your guy deliriously happy?”
“Yeah.”
“Websites are a bit like porn.”
“And dreams,” Callum said sullenly. “Unrealistic.”
“Not all of them.” Dylan’s tone of voice was kind. “I bet you got lots of good tips. For what it’s worth, the web was my go-to resource when I was new to all this too.”
“Did it help?”
“Yeah, mostly. I mean, a lot of the advice isn’t necessarily geared towards first timers, even if it claims to be. But therearesome really good websites out there. We can look at them together, if you like?”
“That would be great. And I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Being so naive.”
“Don’t apologise for not instantly being an expert on sex. I don’t care whether you’re straight, gay, bi, or into tentacles—no onestarts out knowing everything.”
Callum snorted out a laugh. “Tentacles?”
“Tentacle porn is a thing.”
“Huh.”
That could have been the end of the conversation. Callum knew they could easily drift off to sleep without Dylan putting an ounce of pressure on him to do anything. But he was too curious, and too pent up from recalling his dream, to let things end there.
“What wouldyourecommend?” he asked in an inquisitive tone.
