EPILOGUE
Sometimes waking up next to Callum didn’t feel real. Especially on mornings when the light was soft and it made him look like he was glowing when it hit his hair just right. When he sensed that I was staring at him, he’d open his eyes and smile at me, and I’d fall in love with him all over again.
It had been two years since Callum uprooted his life for me. He’d insisted over the past couple years that it wasn’t much of a life and that he was happier with me. And I… I believed him because the same was true for me.
A lot had changed in the two years we’d been together. For starters, after that first night, Callum split his time evenly between his apartment and mine until eventually he confessed that he only went home because he couldn’t leave his cat alone all the time.
So I told him to bring Crudinski with him. And if he was doing that, he might as well bring all his stuff too.
That was three weeks after he moved. When he asked if I thought we were rushing things, I said no, and shook my head. Then I kissed him and explained that I’d waited years for us to live together and that he had too. The only thing holding us back was us.
He moved in the next day.
We upgraded to a bigger condo. One with room for us to share a home office.
The complex we moved to had a pool, which had been a not-so-secret selling point for both of us, even if we never openly admitted it to each other.
The pool was sentimental and whenever we swam, it took me back to that summer.
I could feel the sun on my skin and taste cool iced tea on Callum’s lips when we kissed.
Nostalgic? Me? Never.
Always.
Callum’s relationship with his parents remained fractured. They tried a few times to bridge the gap, to make up for their bad decisions, but no amount of apologies made a dent in the hurt Callum had suffered. The last time they reached out, he blocked their numbers and then I held him as he cried.
He wasn’t crying now. Now he looked peaceful, like a fucking angel. And I got to keep him. I still couldn’t believe it sometimes.
Callum’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled at me. “You’re so cute,” he said in his thick, sleepy voice. His eyes fell shut again, but he reached for me, encouraging me to slide closer to him.
“You could move over you know,” I told him as I pressed my body against his and tangled our legs together.
“Mmm, but I’m so cozy.”
His hand skimmed up my arm, then across my shoulder until it settled in the curve of my neck.
Callum drew me into a kiss that we tried to keep chaste, but Callum was an early morning kind of guy.
And a late at night kind of guy. An all day guy, really.
I kept waiting for the spark to die, but as time went on, it seemed that it only grew brighter and hotter.
As teenagers, sex had been rushed and good mostly because it was sex and orgasms were great.
And then when we reunited, it was like a whole new world opened up.
Every time we were together, we learned more about each other, which only improved the already inferno-hot sex.
Because I knew where to touch him and how to drive him crazy.
My hand on his chest so I could play with his nipple.
I knew that he liked it when I rolled him onto his back and kissed him until he was breathless and begging.
He loved it when I pinned his arms above his head and teased my cock against his.
He’d twist and swear and try—half-heartedly—to get away and when I’d let his wrists go, his hands would stay where I put them.
I did that this morning. Rolled him onto his back and kissed him until he was a crazy, whimpering mess.
“Please,” Callum begged.
“Not yet.”
He whined and I smiled as I kissed my way down his neck.
“Damien…” he whined again as I took his nipple in my mouth. “So mean,” he said as he writhed beneath me, coming more and more undone with every breath. Every twitch. It was like I could feel the threads of his restraint snapping one by one.
I devoured him. Licked and kissed and gently bit at his nipples, offering no friction to his needy, leaking cock.
And then, with a growl, the last thread snapped and Callum brought his hands down.
He cradled my face and pulled me up toward him.
Strong legs wrapped around me, heels dug into my ass, and he half-pushed, half-pulled me up until his mouth was on mine and my cock was pressed against his.
Urgency flared between us, hot and bright. Callum moaned into my mouth, his body shuddering and twitching beneath me. “Damien… I’m fucking dying here. Please. Please.”
For so many years, I’d been a dedicated top and now, with Callum, I’d discovered the joy of bottoming again.
But we also weren’t dedicated to either role and today it seemed that Callum needed me inside him.
I knew the feeling. That aching emptiness that only he could fill.
The pleasure that came from knowing that I was it for him, and he was it for me.
And while neither one of us were perfect, we were perfect for each other.
I paused only long enough to reach for the lube from the nightstand. “How do you want it?” Sometimes Callum wanted me to tease him forever. To take my time opening him and stretching him, bringing him to the brink only to pull him back again.
“Fuck me.”
Callum stared up at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen. The naked affection took my breath away, and I had to kiss him again. I slanted my mouth over his and indulged in a ravenous kiss as I ground my body against his.
I could get us off just like this. With nothing more than passionate kisses and a bit of friction. But that wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he needed. And I’d do anything for him.
He still whined when I stopped, even knowing shit was about to get a whole lot better.
“How do you want it?” I asked again, slicking my cock. I knew what he wanted, but I needed to hear him ask for it.
His eyes were glassy and his cheeks were rosy, and he was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Split me open.” Callum relaxed. Splaying his arms out to the sides, he let out a deep breath. “Split me open. Please.”
I put a finger to his lips to stop him from asking a third time and before the request sent me careening over the edge like an overeager virgin.
With my cock as slick as it was going to get, I slid my hands under his legs and rolled him up a little to give me better access. He gasped when I drizzled lube directly onto his hole.
“That’s cold.”
“It’ll warm up.” I spread the lube around with my fingertips, teasing his hole, his taint. I cupped his balls and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“You’re going to make me come too soon.”
“Well, that’ll make two of us. You’ll just have to fuck me later, you know, to show me how it’s done.”
He playfully smacked my arm. “As if you don’t know how.”
“Maybe I forgot.” I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly, so fucking slowly, pushed my way inside.
He tipped his head back. His mouth fell open and he let out a moan that was so satisfied sounding that it made my cock ache.
“God, I love the sounds you make.” Callum loved praise during sex. Well, any time really, but especially when we were intimate.
He lasted until I was all the way inside him before he yanked me back down and kissed me. His tongue demanded entrance and I let him steer. He writhed beneath me, fucking himself on my cock, meeting my thrusts with the roll of his hips.
First thing in the morning, Callum never lasted long.
And today was no exception to that rule.
It felt like I’d no sooner got a good rhythm going and he was shattering in my arms, coming between us, crying out into my mouth, clutching at my body.
Clinging to me like I might disappear if he let go of me.
Even when he was done, he kept moving. Kept squirming and keening as I drove into him again and again.
“Touch me. Please. Please touch me,” Callum begged and how could I refuse?
I shoved a hand between us and stroked his cock. Callum reached behind his head and gripped the pillows. His head tipped back and I kissed the column of his throat.
I was so close to finishing, so close, I could taste it. I pulled out and took both our dicks in my hand and I finished that way, in a haphazard rhythm as I came in streaks up his chest and on his stomach. His cock. My fingers.
And then everything was still. And quiet. Except for the harsh sounds of our heavy breathing and the quiet giggle Callum let escape.
“Good morning,” I said, somewhat breathless, and I collapsed on top of him, not caring about the mess between us. Maybe even because of it.
Callum’s gentle laugh lit me up inside.
I wanted to spend every day like this. Every day and every night and every moment in between.
“Good morning,” Callum repeated, quiet and a little more steady than me.
I closed my eyes as his fingers carded through my hair and scratched gently against my scalp.
“I could go back to sleep like this, but I’d squish you.”
“I wouldn’t mind being squished by you.” Callum sounded like he meant it.
“You’re weird. And I love you.”
“You’re weirder and I love you back.” I couldn’t argue with that one.
We were quiet for a while. Quiet and sticky, but oddly comfortable, or at least not uncomfortable enough to bother moving yet.
“So what’s the plan?” Callum asked.
“For today or for the rest of our lives?”
He gently tugged on a lock of my hair. “I meant for the day. But I wouldn’t mind planning the rest of my life with you.”
His voice was strange and oddly thick, like the idea of it made him emotional.
I lifted my head and met his gaze. “Callum Weeks, did you just propose to me?”
“Uh… that wasn’t…”
“You did. I heard it with my own ears. You proposed. No backsies.” I laid my head back down and waited for Callum to argue with me about it. But no argument ever came.
“Would you?” he asked after what felt like an eternity later but was probably two whole minutes.
“Would I what?”
“Would you marry me?”
I propped myself up so I could look him in the eyes. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Callum shook his head, but he was smiling so big the corners of his eyes crinkled. “You’re crazy. You know that, right?”
I shrugged. “Crazy about you.”
“Oh, that was smooth.” He pulled me down into another kiss.
And another.
And another.
And eventually we made plans for our forever.