“And now that you do…?”
“I’m looking forward to it.” He grimaces. “Hopefully, I won’t run away this time.”
“I don’t think you will. You’re more comfortable with me than you were that day.”
“And with myself.”
I rest my forehead against his. “And Stefan isn’t here.”
“That too.” He tilts his face so he can peck my lips. “Have I thanked you for waking me up?”
“A few times.”
“Then I’ll say it again. Thank you.”
He kisses me. I hold him tighter and turn it into a long, lingering kiss. One where I taste his sweetness as he melts into my arms.
When the kiss ends, Callan’s face is flushed. He takes a half step back and fans himself. “Is it me, or is it hot in here?”
“I turned the heating up so you wouldn’t get cold, but it’s not that hot.”
“I know.” He keeps fanning himself. “You’ve got me all flustered.” He adjusts his jeans. “You’re a sexy man, Rory.”
I stroke his cheek. “So are you, Cal.” I press my lips to his. “I love you.”
He smiles. “I suppose I should get undressed.”
“There’s no rush. Whenever you’re ready.”
We hold each other for a few more minutes. There’s no hint of tension as I rub my hand over the muscles in his back. The only emotion I can feel from him is love.
Callan clears his throat and pulls away. “I’m ready.”
I nod and turn away to light the candles so he can get undressed and make himself comfortable on the bed without an audience. I don’t turn around until after the bed has stopped creaking. I widen my eyes. Callan is lying on the bed, completely naked. My pulse increases. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I run my gaze over his fiery hair, his beautiful face, and his pale body. His cock is at half-mast.
“Do you want the blindfold on?”
“Please.”
I put it around his eyes, tie it gently but firmly, and then check the fit with my fingers. “Are you okay?”
Callan hums. I take that as a ‘yes’.
The wax hasn’t melted enough, so I start with an ice cube. I cup it between my hands, using the warmth of my skin to start the melting process. Then I place it on his collarbone.
He sucks in a breath and tenses all over. “Damn, that’s cold.”
I lift the ice cube.
“Green. It was a shock. I was expecting warmth first.”
His teeth chatter as I work the ice cube down the outside of his arm, leaving a glistening trail of water on his skin. Once the ice cube is too tiny to work with, I pick up two more, begin to melt them in my hands, and then put them on his body. I lean over him and massage them down his arms. He murmurs and whimpers. He’s shivering, but I can feel him relax again.
The candles are ready, so I pick one up and begin dripping wax, following the path I took with the ice cubes. He moans as the green wax splashes onto his skin from varying heights, creating beautiful splatters and swirls. Callan looks gorgeous as he reacts to every drip. He arches his back and lifts his hand as though asking for me. The noises tumbling from his mouth tell me how much he’s enjoying the warmth of the wax and the sensation of it tightening on his skin. His cock is hard now, showing how much he trusts me.
I put the candle down and switch back to the ice, smoothing cubes over his nipples, which become hard instantly. He groans. His cock starts to drip pre-cum. I sweep the ice cubes down his chest, across his stomach, and then over his thighs, passing close to his groin as I slide my hands to the insides of his legs. I watch his face closely, looking for any sign of worry or panic. His lips twitch with every whimpering moan, and though his brow furrows occasionally, he doesn’t utter any of his safe words.
Once the ice cubes are melted, I pick another candle up. I’m careful where I drip the wax—not directly onto his nipples and not too close to his groin. I don’t follow the path I took with the ice. I surprise him by splashing it over his chest, then the top of his foot. His stomach and then his thigh. His body is becoming a tapestry of hard wax. Each reactive movement he makes cracks the wax slightly, creating thin web lines on the silky surface.
