Chapter 25 Ian #2
“That's really brave of you,” I say. He sure is one tough cookie. If I was in his shoes, it’d take me ages to get to where he’s at, and I don’t even know the fullest extent of what went down when he was growing up.
Hell, he could be holding back on giving me the dirty, gritty details about his parents, not that I’d blame him, but fuck.
“You’ve gotta be the strongest person I know. ”
Callum sighs. “I still have so far to go, though. Like, I still get nervous and stuff. That anxiety isn’t gone, but I’m trying to push through it when it’s not based on anything realistic.”
“That’s already so good.” I give him a squeeze back, and he slides our hands down my leg, resting them in my inner thigh. “I’m so proud of you.”
He presses his palm into my thigh, taking my brain where it doesn’t need to go right now.
Then he does it again. Harder.
Fucker. Does he know what he’s doing to me? I will not let my pent-up horny energy ruin this emotional moment. No way—
He brings his other hand over to cup my semi, chuckling. “Aww, is all this mental health talk turning you on?”
“I haven’t come in four days,” I grumble. “And you showed up wearing my favorite outfit, baring your tempting forearms.” I instinctively press up into Callum’s touch. “We were having a moment. I can wait.”
“Four days?” He digs in again, and my vision goes blurry. “That’s not okay.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had exactly zero privacy. Kinda hard to rub one out with Nick in the room and a glass wall looking into the bathroom.” I have to force my words out past the sheer urgency enveloping my crotch, which is made way worse by those teasing fingers.
Yeah, he’s not helping my situation, not at all, especially when—oh fuck, when he slips under the waistband of my shorts and massages me through my underwear.
“Good thing we’re alone, then.” Callum guides me onto my back and gets on his knees. “I’ve wanted this for ages.”
Alright, this is happening; I’m finally getting relief. He keeps rubbing me, humming contentedly, and I’m already at risk of busting.
“I’m kind of short on clean clothes,” I warn, “so you're gonna have to—”
Callum finishes my sentence by yanking my shorts and underwear down, freeing me. He strokes a couple of times, firm and electrifying, and my breath catches.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much. I’m—”
Callum opens his mouth and envelops my dick.
Holy flying fucking shit. Callum is sucking my cock.
Nope, not just that—he’s sucking my cock with pure, enthusiastic devotion, and it feels so good, I think my mind shatters into tiny fragments.
He’s being slow and so deliberate, pausing for brief, torturous moments to listen whenever I so much as take a labored breath.
My entire core is encased in addictive, delicious pleasure, only for it to be ripped away when he pulls back for air.
“Am I doing okay?” he asks. “Tell me what you like.”
I meet his gaze, and I can only whine. “Yeah. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.” My thoughts are cut off when he gives me a couple of strokes, and I have to power through the clouds of arousal in my brain to keep talking. “Be gentle with the tip and don’t pull too hard, but please keep going.”
He chuckles, his warm breath landing on the head of my dick, and even that is enough to make it pulse. “Gotcha.”
Then he takes me back into his mouth, jerking my shaft while making warm, delightful swipes at the tip. The pressure in my nuts was already killing me in the background before Callum showed up, and now it’s built up to something stratospheric.
I tap him on the shoulder. “Gonna come,” I get out, biting back a moan. “Jerk me.”
He slides off, tightening his fist around me while stroking hard and smiling up, and the sight of his bright eyes and expectant grin tips me over. I shoot with a desperate yell, letting my head fall back while my toes spasm.
Am I gonna need to use any muscles tomorrow? I sure hope not—I think they’re all out of commission.
Yup, Callum wrested my entire soul out of my body through my cock, leaving me limp and spent.
His voice breaks through my foggy brain. “God, that was so hot.”
I let out a weak grunt, glancing down to get an eyeful of Callum wiping off his cum-streaked face with a tissue. Sex with him has been spectacular from the start, but right then, he leveled it up to something I don’t think I can give up.
That was the first blowjob he ever gave, and it sent my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Holy hell, I’m definitely the luckiest guy on earth.
“How did you do that?” I ask. “Don’t tell me you secretly sucked a bunch of dicks and got a ton of practice while I was gone.”
“Nah. Let's just say I read some stuff online and borrowed a carrot from the fridge.”
“Well, I’d like to give my thanks to the internet and the produce aisle.” I blow out a tired breath, hauling myself off the bed. “Want me to take care of you now?” I check my watch and silently curse the passing of time.
He waves me off. “Nah. You can try owing me for once.”
“Not having it.” I power through my orgasm-weakened muscles to lunge at Callum, tackling him onto the bed with my shorts still around my ankles.
My mouth is on his a second later, and I fumble with his belt, whipping it out of the loops and discarding it onto the floor next to me. “Still gonna turn down a blowjob?”
He shakes his head, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them off.
I sink to my knees and whip his hard dick out of his boxers, wetting my hungry mouth before diving in and giving him what we both need. It doesn’t take long for him to tense up and come down my throat, his body weakening under my touch and falling back into the mattress.
“We really needed that,” he breathes out, and I lie down next to him, nestling my head into the crook of his neck.
“Oh yeah.” My hand traces his right pec, skimming through the light fuzz and moving with his breathing. “I never want to take another road trip again.”
He tilts his head down to look me in the eye. “Even if I visit you?”
“That might get me to reconsider.” I sigh, knowing that it’d be entirely impractical for Callum to join me for every away game. The hotel bills would rack up fast, and the rest of the guys would start badgering their partners to come along, too.
But Callum’s here now. Right when I was missing the heck out of having him around, he showed up out of nowhere. If the roles were reversed, visiting him would be something I’d overthink for ages, wondering if it’d be over the top, or if he’d be weirded out.
And he came here for me.
I’m not too much.
Together, Callum and I make sense. We fill each other’s cups and laugh at how much we overflow, instead of holding back and pretending we’re too cool for affection.
Man, I love him.
The next day, at some inhumane hour, my blissful, Callum-warmed slumber is rudely interrupted by my piercing, shrieking alarm.
Fine, it’s eight in the morning and my phone alarm is set to vibrate.
Still, I shut it off to avoid disturbing Callum, who has a hand on my leg that’s drawing sleepy circles in my inner thigh.
Light stubble appeared on his face overnight, and I run my fingers along his jaw, savoring the scratchy texture and contemplating a brazen theft of his razors.
He always goes clean-shaven, even when he’d kill it with a little facial hair.
Callum can rock whatever look he wants to and still be hot as hell, and I’m the lucky guy who gets to enjoy him.
“Morning,” he mumbles, brushing my roaming fingers away and nuzzling into my neck.
Waking up with him always puts a silly smile on my face, even on days when he sprawls like a starfish and jolts me awake with an accidental backhand to the face. Him being next to me is what matters, and I’ll never get tired of him being the first thing I see when I open my eyes.
My alarm goes off again, beeping this time, and I stretch out to silence it. Groaning, I heave my heavy, tired body off of the plush mattress to get changed for today’s pre-game practice.
And because I’m me, I make a little show out of it for Callum. His soul-piercing gaze stays fixed on me, and he lets out a disappointed sigh when I slip a sweater on.
“Are you heading out already?” he asks, and I nod.
“I have to be downstairs at eight-thirty. We’re getting breakfast before practice, so I won’t see you until after the game.”
He stretches out his arms. “Alright then. Gimme a hug before you go.”
This man is gonna be the end of me, I swear. I oblige, sinking into the comfort of his body, letting him tighten around me.
“I still can’t believe you surprised me here,” I say, pulling back. “This is exactly what I needed.”
Callum shrugs, beaming at me with that adorable grin plastered over his defined face. “What can I say? I missed you.”
He said that before, but this time, it hits me harder. Warmth diffuses through my body, under every square inch of my skin. I sit next to him on the bed, holding his hand, and when he squeezes, I can’t take any more.
Sucking in a breath, I lock eyes with him.
“I love you, Callum.”
He blinks, his pretty lips parted in what looks like disbelief. His eyebrows are raised, his head is tilted, and he's…
Coming in for a kiss.
Yes, please.
I accept his mouth hungrily, flicking my tongue past his teeth and letting him return the favor.
“I love you too, Ian,” he murmurs. “My god, I love you so much.” Callum dives back in, claiming my mouth again and drawing a heated moan from the depths of my throat. “You’re the first person who’s ever said that to me.”
Oh. My heart splinters, and I rest my forehead against his, holding back tears. “I'll have to make up for lost time, then.”
In the back of my mind, I knew, but for me to be the first person ever to love him? That's downright criminal. He's twenty, for crying out loud. I had to hold myself back from saying it to him too soon, yet nobody’s loved the easiest person on earth to love?
I wrap my arms around him and pull him close.
“I know I’m a lot, but you’re gonna have to deal with that.
I love you so fucking much, and I’m going to love you even more with every single day we spend together.
I’m gonna make you sick of hearing those words with how often I’ll say it, but—” I bury my face in Callum’s chest and savor his addictive, masculine scent.
“I love you, and I’m never. Going. To. Stop.
” I jab a finger into his chest after each of those words.
He tightens his grip on me. “I’m never going to get sick of it.”
“Good.” My phone beeps again. “Now I’m gonna go to practice, and later today, I’m gonna score some runs for you, babe. Cheer me on.”