Callum stayed with Jack the rest of the day and through the night. They didn’t leave the bed for anything beyond a shower and food. The following morning, the sun crested into the bedroom window as Callum opened his eyes. He stretched and rolled, burying his face against Jack’s chest.

“What time is it?” he mumbled.

“Early.”

He reached for Jack’s cock, but was met with his hand instead. He grumbled and tried to swat him out of the way, but Jack rolled him over and pinned him to the mattress.

“Didn’t you get enough yesterday?”

“Never,” Callum whispered.

“Since you’re here, I want to take you on a date.” Jack leaned down and kissed him softly.

“You’re serious about doing this right, aren’t you?”

A look of something Callum couldn’t identify flared across Jack’s face. His lip twitched, but he seemed to restrain himself with a small shake of his head.

“I have wild ideas about you, kitten.”

Those seven words draped around him with the weight of every promise that no one else had ever kept.

“Like what?” he rasped.

Jack shook his head again. “Get up and get dressed. We’re going to have a big day.”

Jack was gone then—off the bed and out of the bedroom. Down the hall, the shower turned on and Callum begrudgingly followed.

He tried again under the warm spray to get Jack’s cock in hand, but all he got was a perfunctory scrub down and a scolding smirk. After the shower, Jack toweled him off and dressed him again in the clothes from the previous night.

In the kitchen, Jack tossed him an apple and guided him to the front door and straight into the car.

“Will you tell me where we’re going?” Callum finally asked, as Jack navigated onto the 110 freeway.

“First we’re going to Out of the Closet,” Jack answered.

“Why?”

“To get tested and get results quickly.” Jack looked at him and licked his lips. “I’m not wasting one more load in a condom when we both know my cum belongs as deep inside of you as my cock can reach.”

Callum swallowed and nodded, at a loss for words. His fears from yesterday had all but vanished, his insecurities strapped tightly into the back seat while his overwhelming need for Jack was in control.

“Then where?” he managed to follow up.

“Silverlake.”

“What’s in Silverlake?” He shifted his eyes between Jack and the passing scenery, trying to will away his growing erection.

Jack smiled and turned the radio up.

It was the middle of the day during the week so traffic wasn’t awful and they made it to West Hollywood with ease. Half an hour after they’d parked, they had results in hand and Jack had a look in his eye that left Callum’s skin feeling like it was alive. He folded and unfolded the papers from Out of the Closet as Jack drove them to Silverlake surprisingly quickly, pulling up next to a quaint bungalow house a few blocks back off Sunset Boulevard. Jack cut the ignition and popped his door open, casting a glance over his shoulder at Callum.

“Come on, kitten.”

Callum dropped the papers on the dash and followed him out of the car and up the manicured front walk. Jack dug around in his pocket, producing a key. He held it up with a smile then used it to open the front door. Inside, Callum pressed against Jack’s side, surveying the decent sized living room, barren of any furniture.

“What’s this?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“A house,” Jack whispered, lips dusting over Callum’s ear, “for you. For us.”

“What do you mean?” he breathed out, gooseflesh breaking out down his neck.

“I signed the lease over the weekend. I wanted to get it ready for you as a surprise, but after last night, I want you to know that I’m serious about you. About us.”

Jack’s fingers danced down Callum’s arm and into his hand, pressing the key against his clammy palm.

“Let me show you the rest of the house.” Jack bumped his chest against Callum’s back and he found his feet, moving through the living room and into a breakfast nook with a wide window that overlooked a large backyard with a giant willow tree. To the left of the nook was the kitchen, dark wood cabinets and stainless appliances and a sliding door to the outside.

Callum stepped away from Jack and went to the window. Everything looked like a dream. From the thick hedge that sprouted up toward the windowsill to the bougainvillea that lined the back fence. It was quiet and peaceful.

“The yard looks nice,” he mumbled, reaching a hand behind him. Jack’s fingers laced into his and squeezed, pulling him away from the window.

“Let’s go see the rest of it.”

Callum followed Jack back to the living room and down a narrow hallway. Past a standard looking bathroom there were two doors across the hall from each other.

“Pick your poison,” Jack said, stopping them both before they reached the end.

“Left.” Callum tipped his head toward the door and Jack opened it.

The bedroom was small but bright with hardwood floors and a mirrored closet. Callum took the room in and turned to Jack.

“What goes in here?”

“Whatever you want, I suppose.”

“And the other room?”

“We should go see.”

Jack led him back to the hallway and into the other bedroom. It was larger in every aspect. On the far wall was a broad bay window that looked out into the yard. To the side was a door into a small master bathroom with a black and white checkered floor.

“What do you think?” Jack’s voice in his ear startled him and he jumped, turning to face him.

“I think I wish there was a bed.” Callum forced a laugh, the sound betraying his arousal.

“You think I need a bed to fuck what’s mine?” Jack asked, his voice lower than Callum had ever heard it.

“You’ve never…” Callum trailed off.

“Never what?” Jack backed him against one of the walls and worked both of their flys down.

“Talked to me like that,” Callum managed to reply.

“Haven’t I?” Jack curled his fist around Callum’s cock and tugged it loose of his briefs. His cock was hard, already leaking.

Jack exhaled a laugh and buried his nose against Callum’s neck. “I can tell you like it. Maybe you just need a stronger hand than I’ve been giving you.”

His hand tightened, pressing the slit of Callum’s cock between his fingers. Callum was shocked he didn’t explode when the bolt of pleasure shot from his toes straight to where Jack’s hand was working him.

“I do, Daddy,” he admitted.

“There’s lube in the bathroom. Go get it and get yourself ready for me.”

He stumbled away from Jack and into the bathroom, tearing open the cabinet and coming face to face with nothing more than a black bottle of lube. He grabbed it and returned to the empty bedroom. Jack was leaning against the wall, his cock in hand, eyes following every move he made.

Callum shoved his pants to his shins and got down on all fours, covering one hand haphazardly with lube and reaching back, shoving two fingers inside of his ass. He gasped and slowed his hand only long enough to get accustomed to the stretch. He worked his hole as well as he could with the awkward angle and when he couldn’t take any more, he slapped his slick hand onto the floor in front of him and arched his back in supplication.

Jack crossed the room slowly, his sneakers echoing off the empty walls, each step louder than the next. His hand settled on the small of Callum’s back and slid up his spine. Callum heard the familiar pop of the lube bottle opening again, then a thud as it landed on the floor.

Jack’s cock pressed against his hole and slid inside with ease. Callum’s arms folded, forearms landing against the floor on either side of his forehead. Jack leaned over him, pressing his chest to his back and burying his length inside the heat of Callum’s ass.

“Don’t come,” Jack warned him.

Callum nodded, but that wasn’t enough. Jack’s hand tangled into his hair and yanked his head up. The aggression did everything but ensure he was going to come on the spot, sullying the clean floors of Jack’s new home. Their new home.

Fuck.

“Don’t come,” Jack repeated.

“Yes, Daddy,” Callum replied this time, exhaling when Jack pushed his face back down and withdrew his cock.

He pushed back in and wrapped his arm around Callum’s throat, holding their bodies together. Jack licked at the shell of Callum’s ear and started talking.

“Everything about us is backward, but I’m not going to fight it anymore. We’ll do this the way that feels right,” he whispered, pumping into Callum with vigor. “And fucking you on the floor of our new house feels so fucking right to me, kitten.”

“Oh, God. Me too, Daddy,” Callum groaned.

“Turn over,” Jack said, not even giving him a chance, but rotating him onto his back with a leg on either of Jack’s shoulders.

Jack slowed his thrusts, resting his palms lightly against Callum’s already sweaty stomach. He circled his hands around Jack’s wrists, trying to push himself deeper onto his cock.

“Callum.”

Jack’s use of his name forced his attention. Even as his cock throbbed between them and dripped a pool of slick precum onto his stomach, his brain was laser focused on Jack above him.

“I need to tell you something.” Jack pinched his lip between his teeth. His head rolled back at the slightest angle and his hips jerked short and rough thrusts against Callum’s thighs. His breathing grew labored and his blood ran hot.

“Daddy,” Callum breathed.

“I love you,” Jack whispered the words as he collapsed on top of Callum with a groan, his dick pulsing and quaking inside of him as he came.

And, fuck, did he come. Callum could feel the wet heat of Jack’s orgasm inside of him, the contraction of the muscles in Jack’s cock as he filled Callum for the first time.

His body trembled and his mouth opened on a moan. His balls twisted and lifted, his orgasm ready to follow, but a strong hand around his cock gave him pause.

“I love you too, but God, please, I need to come, Daddy,” he begged, angling his hips against Jack’s hand.

“You will, my love,” Jack replied, rolling off him and onto the floor. He kicked his shoes off and pushed his pants to his ankles, reaching for the lube and handing it to Callum.

“Are you fucking serious?” Callum asked as the shock settled in and he realized what Jack was offering. “Daddy, you don’t need to.”

“I want to.” Jack swiped his hand over the precum that had pooled on Callum’s stomach then reached between his legs to tease his ass.

“You need,” Callum trailed off but opened the bottle and squirted some lube between Jack’s cheeks.

“I know how it works, kitten. I just haven’t done it in a while,” Jack teased, his sentence ending with a sharp intake of breath as Callum pushed a finger inside of him.

Callum fisted his own cock in one hand, strangling the base to fend off his orgasm while he worked Jack’s ass with his other hand, adding another finger and scissoring them apart. Jack pressed his eyes closed and turned his head toward the wall when Callum removed his hands.

“Watch me,” Callum begged.

Jack opened his eyes before he straightened his head, and when he did turn, Callum dragged the slippery and swollen tip of his cock from Jack’s balls to his hole.

“Watch the way I love you back,” he rasped.

Jack nodded and Callum pressed against his tight ring of muscle, groaning as the head of his cock popped inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, sliding the rest of his shaft into Jack.

“Callum,” Jack exhaled his name like a prayer. “Kitten.”

“Daddy,” Callum agreed, thrusting his cock against Jack’s prostate only three times before he crumpled and came.

Jack hissed, and Callum wasn’t sure if it was pain or shock or too much pleasure or even a little of all of those things. Callum caught the sound in his mouth, smashing their lips together.

Jack’s arms came around his back and held him, pressing their bodies together with no space between them. Jack rolled him onto his back, never breaking the kiss, only heightening it, furthering it. With his tongue and his lips and his hands, he took every insecurity Callum had ever held inside his heart and banished them.

By the time Jack pulled away for a breath, Callum felt like a new person, a better person, a lighter person. He knew without doubt that Jack’s words were true, and he wouldn’t ever doubt them again. He was about to tell him as much when Jack smiled down at him with stars in his eyes and spoke.

“I want you to marry me.”