Chapter Eighteen
Caleb
Hi, my name is Caleb, and I’m addicted to jockstraps, tan lines, and just about everything Kayden Somner.
I stare at the coffeemaker, trying to recall how it works, even though I’ve used it to make my coffee at work for the past ten years.
It’s the third time this morning I blacked out in the middle of something, my mind drifting to last night when Kayden came over to my place and wore that sinful pink jock of his like I’d told him to.
I grab a mug and place it under the tap.
I press the same button I press every day, then try to get my breathing and semi under control, but it’s fruitless.
The second the creamy-white coffee and milk mixture pours out of the machine, I’m transported back to last night, Kayden’s pale fleshy ass cheeks stained a pretty pink from my spanking, my thick cum trailing down his crease.
Fuck, he was so into it, screaming ‘more, Caleb, more’ every time my palm connected with his flesh.
He was stunning, scarlet blooming like wildflowers across his smooth skin, that pink jockstrap the perfect handle for me to grab onto, making sure he didn’t scoot away from me.
He’d wanted it hard. Kayden loves it hard.
That’s what he yelled at me, his voice muffled, his face buried in my sheets.
‘Harder. Fucking Harder.’ So I gave it to him harder, my hand cracking down on him until my palm was singing and Kayden was crying.
He made such a pretty sight, his ass on fire as tears trailed down his cheeks while he smiled at me, all dazed and aroused.
That’s when I tongue fucked him, while he whimpered into my sheets, bliss painted across his face.
He came on my tongue almost right away, his pucker rippling around me, a deep, sated moan leaving his body.
When he came to, he begged me to fuck him for real. ‘Please, Caleb. I need your fucking dick in my ass.’ I saw it then, a glimpse of that needy, bossy guy, dicKmedown, as he tried to coerce me into fucking him. It took all my strength not to when he was lying there, spread out for me.
‘Not yet,’ I told him, smearing my cum into his skin.
‘But I’m ready. I’m ready now.’
But I’m not, I wanted to say. I’m not ready yet. Because I’ve never fucked someone I’ve loved before. Because I’ve never been in love before. Not until you.
“Hey man,” Sal’s voice sounds next to me, and I nearly jump out of my skin. Fuck.
“Morning,” I croak, then pick up my coffee.
“I tried calling you last night. Several times.”
“Oh yeah? I guess I must’ve put my phone on silent mode. I went to bed early.” With your son in my arms. Naked and spent. Fuck.
“Right, right. Viv said you weren’t feeling well.
You better now?” Sal smirks at me, and I know what he’s thinking.
That I made up some bullshit excuse about being unwell because I was preoccupied with my latest conquest, and I guess in some ways he’s right.
I was preoccupied. Only Kayden is not a conquest, and he’s not my latest. He’s my fucking last if I have any say in the matter.
“Yeah, I’m good. It was just one of those twenty-four-hour things, you know?” I lift my coffee to my lips to hide my dopey, lovestruck grin, then take a long sip from the hot, creamy mixture.
“Oh, I know,” Sal chuckles, waggling his eyebrows, then places a mug under the tap. “Haven’t had one in years, but I know.”
I shake my head. “Fuck you.”
“Nah, man, you know I’m not into that kinda thing.”
I inhale deeply. “Anyway… what did you wanna talk to me about?”
“Oh, right. We got the all-clear from the bank.” Sal pumps his fist in the air, and I can’t help laughing.
“I just need your digital signature, and then we’re good to fucking go, baby!
” His face splits into a wide smile, and I see so much of Kayden in him.
The same gentle expression in his eyes and the softness of his demeanor.
“That’s fucking amazing!” I hold up my hand, and Sal high-fives me, like every other time we’ve succeeded together at something in life.
All our small and big wins throughout the last three decades.
My chest squeezes. I hope our relationship will survive what’s coming.
I don’t expect Sal to high-five me when I tell him I’m dating his son, and that it’s not just a fleeting thing, but that I’m serious about Kayden.
I just hope he’ll accept it and that he’ll see how genuine my feelings are.
That I’d do anything to make Kayden happy, and that I’d never hurt him.
“It is. We’re on a roll, baby!” Sal beams at me, then raises his coffee mug between us. “Cheers, Caleb. Here’s to us and our next big adventure.”
I lift my mug and clink it against his. “Here’s to us, Sal. I’m proud of us.” I swallow back the lump in my throat. Sal is family. Viv too. I can’t lose them, but I won’t give up Kayden either. I just have to have faith that everything will work itself out.
We walk upstairs into Sal’s office to get the signature sorted. On the way, I steal a glance at Kayden’s office, but the door is closed. He’s probably hiding away in there. I don’t blame him. He was all jittery and nervous this morning as we got ready for work.
‘How am I supposed to have a serious conversation with you at work, Caleb?’ he stared at me all wide-eyed and panicky, stabbing his toothbrush at me.
‘I can’t even brush my teeth without thinking about your dick in my mouth.
’ He scowled at me when I snorted toothpaste.
‘You think this is funny?’ he hissed like a cute little dragon.
‘No.’ I tried to keep my face composed and serious, but after a few seconds, I cracked, laughing loudly, toothpaste bubbling from my lips.
‘You’re impossible,’ he sighed, then leaned his head against my chest.
‘It’ll be fine. I’ll keep my distance. I promise.’ I carded my fingers through his silky locks, and he relaxed against me.
We took separate cars, with Kayden in the company truck he’d come in the night before, and me in Marilyn.
It felt weird letting him go, even though I’d see him minutes later.
The second I got in the car, I placed my phone in the holder and called him.
We talked about random shit for the entire drive to the office.
Just hearing his voice makes me so damn happy. Maybe I can call him after Sal leaves.
“Oh, guess who I saw at the store yesterday with Quinn Lawson?” Sal leans in over his desk as I pull up the email from the bank on his computer.
“No idea.”
“Stacey.” Sal smiles knowingly. “Looked pretty chummy if you ask me.”
I throw Sal a warning glare. “I didn’t. We’re over.”
“I can’t believe you let someone like Stacey get away. You guys were perfect for each other.”
“We really weren’t, Sal, and I really don’t feel like talking about it.”
“Fine, fine, whatever.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, resting his hip against the desk. “I just want you to be happy, okay? I want the same for you that I have. I’d hate to see you end up alone, man.”
I am happy, I want to say. I’m so fucking happy.
Happier than I’ve been before, I think, and it’s all because of your son.
It’s all Kayden and the way he has decided I’m good enough for him.
It’s all Kayden and the way he loves me back, so open-hearted and honest, so generously.
The way he trusts me makes me want to be a better version of myself, makes me want to earn his love.
I clear my throat, forcing back the emotion. “I won’t. Don’t worry about me, Sal. I’m just… I’m taking a break from dating.”
Laughter booms from Sal’s chest. “Famous last words!”
I shake my head at him, but then he sobers, his face serious, when he continues, “I can’t wait until the day when that special someone is gonna knock you face-first off your feet.
It’s gonna happen, you know, and I’m gonna be right fucking there with a big fat ‘I told you so’ and a bottle of bubbles. ”
“Yeah, well, don’t hold your breath.” I’m so fucking screwed.
Kayden and I need to come up with a plan, and fast. We need to tell his parents, so we don’t have this dark cloud looming over us.
I hate lying to Sal. He’s a good man, and I don’t want Kayden having to lie to his parents either.
They’ve always had this open and honest relationship, and I’d hate for him to compromise that.
Today, after work, I’ll take him for a ride down the coast, and we’ll come up with a plan before everything explodes in our faces.
“There you go,” I say, placing a forced smile on my face. “All signed and sealed.”
“Cool.” Sal moves around the desk to where I’m sitting, then bends down and hugs me fiercely. “Love you, man.”
“Love you too, Sal.” My throat burns with emotion. “Now get the fuck off me,” I laugh, pushing him away.
He grins. “Then get the fuck outta my chair.”
I ease out of Sal’s chair, and I’m halfway toward the door when he calls out after me. “Oh, Caleb?” I turn around and find Sal frowning at me.
“What?”
He cards his hands through his hair, and for a second, I think he knows about Kayden and me. Then he smiles softly. “I just wanted to thank you for how you’ve made Kayden’s homecoming so much easier.”
I swallow, then nod slowly. “It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s everything. You’ve been a really good friend.
Both to me and Viv, but also to Kayden. The way you’ve taken him under your wing…
” Sal wipes a hand across his face. “It’s something I’ll always remember.
Something I’ll always be grateful for.” He pauses, and I don’t know what to say.
Part of me wants to come clean here and now.
Just tell him the truth, then drop to my knees and beg him not to hate me.
“Kayden… he doesn’t have a lot of friends.
And Emily… well, she’s so far away. I’m really grateful he has you, Caleb. ”
Grateful. There’s that word again. Will Sal still be grateful when we come clean and tell him we’re in love?