“Okay,” Callan says. “Thanks, Theo.”
“No worries.”
I take Callan’s hand and lead him to my room.
“Are you okay?” I ask as we settle in bed.
“Trying not to feel guilty. I know I shouldn’t, but I think it’s my default setting now.”
“It might be every new parent’s default setting,” I muse.
“Probably.”
“Do you want to go to sleep?”
“I should, but…”
“But?”
“We were snuggling before we fell asleep.”
“I like the idea of snuggling.”
We turn to face each other. I drape my arm over his waist. He strokes my shoulder.
“We were kissing too,” he whispers.
“I like that idea as well.”
I put my arm around his back and draw him closer so our bodies are pressed together. My cock becomes aroused instantly. So does his. His pupils shrink and then bloom, eclipsing all but a thin ring of green.
“Does this mean I want you?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
He gives the slightest of nods. “I ache.”
“In a good way?”
“Aye.”
I stroke his face. “What do you want to do?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know what we’re supposed to do.”
“Anything we want.”
His face and neck flush red. “You might have to help me out a little here. Make suggestions.”
“Or we could just do what feels right.” I suck his lower lip into my mouth and nip it lightly.
He shudders against me and whimpers.
“Was that nice?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I run my finger around the waistband of his boxer shorts. “How would you feel about getting naked?”
