Chapter 29
Callum - Ten Years Ago
“What did you do that for?”
I had pulled Rafe in the closest supply closet after the council meeting had ended. Rafe waits for the footsteps to pass until he responds.
“What did I do what for?”
Being around Rafe is making me go insane. We had kissed up on that balcony almost a fortnight ago, and we never directly spoke about it afterwards. It was like that moment was a secret never to be talked about, a dream of mine that I kept replaying in my head.
“You- you winked at me across the room,” I splutter.
Rafe is trying to contain his laugh, biting down on his lip. The one I had gotten the chance to lick. “I winked at you?”
“And you –” I’m flustered and embarrassed and words aren’t forming for me.
Rafe takes a step closer to me so that my back hits the cold stone wall. “And I what, Cal?” He purrs.
His face so close to mine is distracting. Rafe’s lips are wet from where he was biting down on them, and his brown eyes are filled with an emotion I can’t decipher.
“Then when you walked by me you –”
Rafe places one of his hands next to my head, and the other one lazily plays with the buttons on the front of my shirt.
“I what?” Rafe whispers, undoing the top button.
The air is growing warm in here, my mind spinning. “You - you touched me,” I exhale.
“I touched you?” Another button undone. And then another. Until my shirt is completely open.
Is it possible to die from wanting someone this much? My heart thrums in my chest as I nod slowly.
“Where did I touch you, Cal?”
I love the way my name sounds on his tongue. It sounds like a prayer, and I’m the one answering it.
“Was it here?” Rafe’s fingers trace down the side of my jaw, to my collarbone, and then down to my now exposed chest.
I shake my head, words foreign to me.
“Maybe lower?”
Rafe moves his deft fingers down my chest to my stomach. I’m embarrassed that Rafe can’t miss my hard cock straining against my pants, begging for attention.
“Even lower?” Rafe palms me through my pants and I moan.
“Please - Rafe,” I beg. I’d been imagining this exact scene since our kiss. Or, if I’m honest with myself, for a long time before that, too.
“Please what?” He releases his hand and I embarrassingly whimper in frustration.
When I don’t answer, Rafe takes a step back from me.
“I need to hear you say it, Cal. I need to hear you tell me you want this. Me. Us.”
The release of pressure on my cock has me thinking more clearly.
“I want this more than anything. But I didn’t think you wanted it, after our kiss –”
Rafe cuts me off, pushing me back against the wall and capturing my mouth with his.
“I want this so bad, too. I thought the kiss might have scared you off.” Rafe trails kisses down my neck.
“Never,” I gasp.
Rafe continues his trail of kisses and sinks to his knees. He presses a kiss to my clothed hardness and my legs almost give out.
Rafe smirks as he tugs my pants down so that they pool around my ankles. My cock is already glistening with precum.
“Ever have your dick sucked before?” Rafe strokes my shaft firmly.
I can barely focus on Rafe’s words, too busy focusing on his hand moving its way up and down my erection, but I manage to shake my head once.
That makes Rafe grin and he licks the white bead of come from the head as a reward.
“I’m honored to be your first.”
And then, without warning, Rafe opens his mouth and swallows the length of me.
“Rafe,” I whimper, bracing my hands on the wall behind me for support. I want to thrust into the tight warmth of Rafe’s mouth, but I somehow resist the urge.
Rafe has his hands cupping my ass from behind, pressing me further into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head, lapping at the slit.
The view of Rafe’s head bobbing on my cock almost makes me come. This has been a dirty fantasy of mine, something I’ve played out in the privacy of my room when I took care of myself.
I thrust tentatively into Rafe’s mouth, and I hear his muffled sound of consent around my cock. Rafe has taken his own length in his hand, stroking it hard from base to tip, trying to catch up with me. I’m only hanging on by a small thread, ready to combust at any second.
Rafe moves his hand to cup my balls, gingerly giving them a squeeze all the while not giving up on his movement of his mouth, sucking the entire length in his throat.
His hands move to my ass again, and this time he teases a finger along the tight hole there.
“Fuck, Rafe, babe, I’m going to –”
I explode, emptying my load into Rafe’s awaiting mouth.
Rafe takes every drop, and has the indecency of licking his lips as if he’s had the best meal of his entire life. His hand is still lazily tugging on his cock.
“You called me babe.” He’s grinning at me like the cat who got the cream. Literally and figuratively, in this case.
I haul Rafe to his feet, batting away his hand to take his length in mine. I want to unravel him as much as he did to me.
“Is that okay, babe?” I ask, furiously working my hand up and down. His cock twitches at the sentiment.
Rafe groans. “Yes, Cal, fuck. Call me whatever you want.” His eyes are squeezed tight, mouth slightly open.
He looks like my ruination. The angel to come and rescue the devil.
I move my hand to focus on the head, swiping some of the precum that’s leaked out for more lubrication.
“Make a mess of me, Rafe. Ruin me,” I plead.
In a few more strokes, Rafe pulses and I watch as his come splatters across my hand and chest.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen; physical evidence of Rafe claiming me.
With the finger Rafe’s ring is on, I swipe through the sticky substance and bring it to my mouth to suck it off.
Rafe swears as his gaze follows my hand. “Next time, if you come on me like that, I’ll have you lick it off me,” he whispers.
Rafe takes a convenient towel that’s in the closet that we’re in and cleans me up as I fight the blush that has spread across my face.
“So what now?” I ask Rafe, slowly buttoning my shirt back up. “I mean, what’s happening here, between us?”
Rafe throws the towel in the corner. “You’ve got yourself a boyfriend now, Callum. And I’ve got one too?”
Happiness radiates through my entire body, and I can’t remember another occasion when I’ve felt so light. So…free.
“Yes, you do.” I tug on his lapels, pulling him in for a kiss, enjoying the taste of myself in his mouth.
We don’t stay in that closet for too long to avoid suspicion. But later that same night, Rafe surprises me with a knock on the door.
“Rafe?” I rub my eyes. “What time is it? What are you doing?”
He grins, one too big and bright for it being so late at night. “I figured since we’re dating now, there’s nothing against cuddling, right?”
My sleep deprived brain is still trying to follow his line of thought but I open my door to him regardless.
I climb back into my side of the bed, waiting for Rafe. When he doesn’t join me, I plaster my annoyance on my face.
“Well, are you coming or not?”
“One second.” Rafe comes to my side of the bed instead.
“What are you –” I trail off as Rafe pulls the blankets tighter around me, neatly tucking them in on one side of me. He leans over and kisses me gently on the lips.
“Goodnight, Cal.”
I’m too stunned to respond. The bed sinks under Rafe’s weight as he climbs into the opposite side. He presses another kiss on the back of my head and throws an arm around my waist.
It isn’t until later when Rafe’s snoring has woken me up, that my brain is awake enough to process what happened and the gentleness of Rafe’s actions. It was the first time someone tucked me in and put me to sleep. Not even the many tutors or nannies I had did that for me when I was young.
I can see now why parents tuck their children in at night; it provides them with a sense of security and comfort and peace. And when I close my eyes again, shifting close into Rafe’s embrace, it’s the first time I feel as if I am at home.