Chapter 8 - Connections
Julian’s hands remained buried in Callum’s hair, his thumb tracing the line of Callum's jaw with a reverence that made the younger man’s throat tighten. The way Julian was looking at him took his breath away. No one had ever looked at him like that.
“I’ve spent every hour since we met thinking only about you,” Julian whispered, his voice cracking with an honesty he never allowed himself. “I sit in meetings, I sign papers, deals get lost or won, but all I’ve felt since I first saw you is the ache to want you. It’s been agony for me, Cal.”
Callum noted that he called him Cal for the first time. He liked it.
Callum reached for Julian’s hands, their fingers interlacing as he looked earnestly into his eyes.
“I thought I was going crazy. I thought I was reading it all wrong because you’re you and I’m me, just some guy you hired to train you.
But all our sessions, the longing, then seeing you in the lobby that night…
seeing how you looked at me in the harness, with such a hunger… I couldn't breathe.”
Julian let out a shaky, self-deprecating laugh, his eyes rolling.
“I’ve spent almost forty years building a life where I’m never out of control, and then in you walk with this million-dollar smile, this million-dollar body, and a billion-dollar personality.
These beautiful deep brown eyes really saw me, and I realised my life was just an expensive cage I’d created for myself.
I don't want the bachelor titles or the corporate mask anymore. I just want honesty; I want… this.”
“You can have this,” Callum promised, leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss to Julian’s lips.
“You can have me; I’m yours for the taking.
I don't care about the office or the CEO stuff. I’ve been looking for something that feels this real for a long time, Julian.
I just never expected to find it fifty floors up in a very tight-fitting Tom Ford suit. ”
Julian’s gaze softened, a look of profound relief washing over his face. He reached out to brush Callum’s cheek. “I’ve never felt this, or wanted something as much as this, with anyone.”
He glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The city was still there, vastly indifferent to their special moment.
But the risk of exposure that had terrified him only minutes ago now felt secondary to the warmth of Callum’s body beside him.
Still, the primal need for something more private, more permanent, took over.
“This floor is empty,” Julian murmured, his hands sliding down to Callum’s lower back, pulling him closer. “But the glass… it’s too much for right now. Come with me. I want to be somewhere where the only thing I have to look at or worry about is you.”
Julian stood up, his legs a little unsteady, and reached out a hand to pull Callum to his feet. They didn't let go of each other. Julian led the way toward the hidden panel behind his desk.
The private suite was his sanctuary of modern oak, grey silk, and a massive, low-profile bed that Julian used for occasional power naps during longer deals or weekend work. Now, it was to be something far more primal.
The closing door behind them eradicated the constant hum of the city, leaving only the sound of two hearts beating fast, excitedly anticipating what was yet to come.
As soon as the door clicked shut, the silence was shattered by the sound of Julian’s back hitting the wood.
Callum pressed into him, his hands sliding up Julian’s furry chest, feeling the hard ripple of muscle and the heat of his skin.
“I've wanted to touch your body like this since the first minute I laid eyes on you,” Callum groaned against Julian’s neck.
“Then don't stop,” Julian rasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Callum’s teeth nibbled his earlobe. “Please, don't ever stop.”
The removal of their clothes was frantic as they headed to the huge bed.
Callum was quicker, literally just underwear; Julian’s more complex, shorts, briefs, socks, sneakers.
Everything was discarded across the floor as they stripped and walked, kissing all the way.
Complete contrast to Callum’s neat pile, left out in the main office.
When they finally stood naked, chest-to-chest, completely bare, the contrast was striking.
Callum’s body was less hairy, more athletic in build, with functional leanness, against Julian’s hairier, more powerful, generally broader frame.
They were both fully aroused, cocks straining for release.
For both, it was obvious that the sheer burden of repressed desire was finally about to be satiated.
For a moment they fully admired each other in all their naked splendour. Callum noted some faint scars on Julian’s side, wondering how he got them. Julian saw the result of years of discipline that Callum had spent to achieve his body.
For both, what they saw was exactly what they longed for. Julian pulled Callum to him, kissing again with passion. Callum reached for his dick, feeling its heat and stiffness. The yearning for this moment was finally sated. Julian did the same to Callum, similarly hard with anticipation.
They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and gasping breaths.
Callum moved with a trainer’s precision, his hands exploring every inch of Julian’s body, mapping the strength he had helped build.
He was curious; he wanted to touch every part of him, and it was clear Julian loved it.
He moved downward, his kisses flowing from Julian’s mouth to his fantastic chest and nipples, following the happy trail of hair down to his groin and the substantial cock that jutted out, waiting to be serviced.
Callum hovered, his mouth so close to Julian’s cock, his hot breath against the sensitive helmet. This was the thing he had dreamt of so many times. Callum savoured the promise of that moment.
Julian was practically panting now in anticipation.
When Callum’s mouth finally closed around him, Julian let out a sound that was half-sob, half-shout, his head thudding back against the silk headboard.
With the instant attraction, weeks of foreplay, the obvious but unactioned arousals between them, this final contact was now overwhelming.
The heat, the friction, and the knowledge that it was Callum doing this to him was too much.
Julian’s fingers tangled in Callum’s hair, his hips arching instinctively.
“Callum... please,” Julian choked out, his eyes dilated with a pleasure so sharp it was almost painful.
After a few minutes of agonisingly slow, rhythmic suction, Callum looked up, his eyes dark with a predator’s intent.
He was finally sucking the cock of the Titan, something he’d only dreamt of.
After pleasuring Julian for a while, to the point where he was begging him to stop, for obvious reasons, they traded places.
Julian scooted round, his hands shaking as he pulled Callum toward him. Julian was clearly less practiced, but his hunger and lust more than made up for it. He took Callum into his hot mouth with a desperation that spoke of a man who had been starved of this.
“Oh, my God, Julian, stop, or I’ll come right now,” Callum said frantically.
The frustrations of the weeks past all culminated in this private room and in this moment. The tension that had coiled deep within them both had wound too tightly for way too long. There was to be no slow-burn here, only an imminent explosion.
Callum was laid bare, Julian’s mouth servicing his need.
He scooted around, giving Julian access to his cock, while he took him in his mouth once again.
They lay side by side in a sixty-nine position, both pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time.
This didn’t last long before Julian pulled back, his face flushed, his breath shallow.
“I’m sorry, Cal, I can’t hold it. I don’t want this to ever end, but I can't hold it anymore… I’m right there, Cal. I’m right there.”
“Thank God, me too,” Callum whispered hoarsely, his voice raw with emotion, his body tickling and shuddering with a fiery heat.
Julian pushed Callum onto his back, straddling his thighs, grasping and wanking both cocks in harmony.
They came together, skin rubbing against skin, as the world outside the suite ceased to exist.
Julian’s release was violent; he came multiple ribbons of white all over Callum’s face, chest, and abs, releasing a guttural cry that resounded off the polished walls.
Callum followed a heartbeat later, his body racking with tremors as he shot spurt after spurt onto his own neck and chest. He was red-faced, winded, shuddering in his climax until Julian collapsed next to him and they were chest-to-chest again.
Julian rolled Callum onto his side, wrapped his arms around Callum’s shoulders and waist, butting up tightly against him, encasing him, pulling him in close.
For the longest time, the only sound in the room was the frantic ragged breath of two men, both satisfied, their gradually slowing heartbeats, and in the background the faint hum of a city that had brought them together.
Julian traced the line of Callum’s jaw as if he were making sure he was actually real.
“Can we stay in this moment forever?” he whispered.
“Happily!” replied Callum. “You know, I never thought this would actually happen,” he added.
“It’s happened, Cal. Nothing is going to be the same.” Julian said, pulling him even more tightly to him.
The heat from Julian’s body warmed them as they both drifted off to a well-deserved sleep. Sticky, entwined, satiated, and most importantly, together, they rested, as the sun started to set in the broad Manhattan sky.