Callum’s hands trembled as he tried to shove his key into the deadbolt lock on the front door of his apartment. Jack was here. Daddy…Daddy was here, and he was so close Callum could feel puffs of hot breath landing against the back of his neck with every exhale. He dropped the keys and caught them in front of his stomach.

Jack’s hands reached around and curled over the tops of his to steady the shaking. Jack pressed his chest against his back and raised their hands to the lock, sliding the key inside and turning it.

The door inched open. Callum remained frozen in the doorway with Jack at his back.

“Are you going to invite me in, kitten?” Jack whispered into his ear.

Callum swallowed, his spit lodging in his throat. He jerked his head up and down. Jack leaned against him, using his body to push them both through the front door before kicking it closed behind them.

Jack used his hand to encourage Callum to drop the keys on the kitchen counter, their bodies still pressed against each other at every possible location, Jack’s breath still hot against his ear.

“Show me where you sleep,” Jack demanded, his cock pressed hot and firm against his ass. He ran his hands up Callum’s arms, to his shoulders and down his ribs before locking tight around his hips and squeezing.

Callum stumbled through the apartment, coming to a stop just past the threshold of his bedroom door.

“What are you thinking?” Jack whispered, licking his tongue up the back of Callum’s ear.

His mind was all over the place. He had no idea what he was thinking, feeling utterly incapable of formulating a single coherent thought.

What was he thinking?

Jack’s skin was so soft.

His fingers, so hot.

His cock, so fucking hard, so insistent.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Callum rasped.

“I’m here,” Jack confirmed, walking them farther into the bedroom.

Callum’s breathing hitched when Jack’s fingers dragged across the waistband of his jeans then flicked at the button.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling the zipper down one torturous inch at a time. Callum’s cock pressed against his briefs, against the warm metal of his fly, then a fleeting touch from Jack’s palm.

He nodded, rolling his head against Jack’s shoulder.

“You’re taller than I thought you’d be,” Callum managed to say, the top of his head nestling against the broad angles of Jack’s throat.

Jack used his chin to nudge Callum’s head to the side and dipped down to press a kiss against his temple.

“You’re everything I knew you’d be.”

Callum’s eyes closed and he inhaled a shaking breath. Unshed tears pressed against the back of his eyelids, urgent with their pressure, but Callum willed them away.

More than anything, Callum wanted Jack’s hands down his pants, Jack’s cock in his ass, Jack’s mouth on his skin—he couldn’t choose what he wanted first. He also wanted Jack in his bed, in his kitchen at the stove making breakfast, at the beach on the weekend. Callum wanted a life he hadn’t let himself imagine as possible, and he wanted it all at once.

He reached down and covered Jack’s hands with his, rubbing his palms across Jack’s knuckles, feeling the veins bulge under his touch. Jack straightened his fingers and twined them with his before wrapping his arms around Callum’s stomach in a warm embrace.

“Can we watch a movie?” Callum blurted.

Jack huffed a breath against the side of Callum’s face and turned him, folding him into his arms and holding him tight. He inhaled against Jack’s chest and gripped at the back of his shirt, pressing them closer together. He kneaded the material of Jack’s shirt in his hands, balling it up into his fists and using it for leverage to strengthen his hold.

Jack’s dick bumped against Callum’s, and they both gasped, Callum’s shoulders jerking forward.

“We can do anything you like,” Jack told him, walking them out of the bedroom and back to the living room.

In front of the TV, Callum begrudgingly separated their bodies, wondering why he’d come up with an idea as stupid as not immediately fucking each other’s brains out. He powered the screen on, using the remote to click through to the channel guide. He flicked his eyes up tentatively at Jack, who’d sat on the couch and was now watching every move Callum made.

“What did you want to watch?”

Jack’s eyes said you.

“Surprise me.”

Callum scrolled down to the first Jimmy Stewart movie they’d watched together and pressed play. He stood in the middle of his living room, awkwardly, until Jack held his hand out and gestured for him to come. Callum set the remote on the table and took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled down to the couch and tucked into the crook of Jack’s arm. He inhaled deeply, lashes fluttering happily.

“You do smell like a Swiss man climbing a mountain,” Callum teased.

Jack pinched his shoulder and chuckled. “Watch the movie.”

Callum relaxed into Jack’s arms and tried to focus on the movie. He really tried, but he kept getting distracted by the sound of Jack’s heartbeat, the rising of his chest as he breathed, the way he danced his thumb up and down the length of Callum’s arm. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour into the movie before Callum couldn’t focus. He pressed pause on the remote then scrambled onto Jack’s lap, cradling his hands around Jack’s cheeks.

He shifted his hands, laying his fingertips gently against Jack’s cheekbones before bending his fingers slightly and feeling his skin flex and move under his touch. He traced his hands around the angles of Jack’s nose and through the scruff on his chin, scratching through the short beard with dull fingernails. Callum gently rubbed the pads of his pointer fingers across the small strip of skin under Jack’s eyebrows causing his lids to fall closed on a sigh. Callum circled around Jack’s lashes and back to his eyebrows before tangling his fingers into his hair.

Jack groaned and tipped his head backward as Callum pushed forward. He gripped the back of Jack’s head and tilted him forward again, then waited. Waited. Waited. Waited.

Jack opened his eyes and closed the small distance between them, pressing their closed mouths together. Callum’s heart surged, beating fervently through his entire body while Jack’s lips rested moist and still against his. Jack’s mouth puckered and pulled away before returning, lips slightly parted this time. He leaned into Callum and opened his mouth further, his tongue sneaking out to lick against the seam of Callum’s lips.

Callum moaned, involuntarily. Had anything ever been this perfect? He lowered his hands from Jack’s head to his neck and held him softly, then parted his mouth. Jack mirrored Callum’s hold and pushed his tongue deeper into his mouth, licking against his teeth and lips with every breath.

Callum arched his back and leaned into Jack, leaned into the kiss, his breaths slamming into Jack’s mouth sounding like desperate and needy moans. Jack cupped the back of his head, holding him in place to kiss him deeper.

Their bodies arched, chests colliding, and Jack’s hands traced their way down Callum’s neck to his back, palms flattening against his shoulder blades and pushing him closer. Callum tore his mouth away from Jack’s and inhaled a much needed breath, but Jack didn’t stop, instead shifting his attention, and his mouth, to the side of Callum’s face, to his jaw and his neck.

His kisses grew hurried and sloppy—hungry, as he angled his erection against Callum’s and rubbed their cocks together.

“I need you,” Jack breathed against his throat, sealing the plea with a kiss.

“Yes,” Callum panted.

Jack reached between them, freeing both their erections from the confines of their clothes. He settled Callum back on top of him and held his hand up in front of Callum’s mouth.

“Be a good kitten now,” Jack coaxed, and Callum leaned forward, licking a sloppy stripe up Jack’s palm before sucking noisily and messily on each finger, leaving pools of drool in the webbing of his hand. He held his eyes open as he licked repeatedly against Jack’s skin, making eye contact through his split fingers until Jack’s eyes rolled toward the back of his head.

Callum groaned and Jack took his hand away, reaching again between them and fisting their cocks together. His breath hitched and his eyes slammed closed, the hot, wet grip of Jack’s hand feeling like everything and not enough all at once.

“Look at me,” Jack said, pulling Callum’s forehead down so they were touching. Callum forced his eyes open and focused on Jack’s dark brown irises even as his body became overcome with pleasure.

“Daddy,” Callum managed the word even though it came out quieter than a whisper.

Jack tightened his grip and fucked his hand up their cocks, that fucking vein in his dick rubbing in the most delicious way against Callum’s shaft. Their precum mixed together and dripped down the heads of their dicks, the undersides of their shafts sliding and slicking together.

“You’re perfect.” Jack shook his hand slightly, jostling Callum’s head as if to draw his attention to the words. “You’re worth everything. I wasted so much time.” Jack gasped when the heads of their cock pressed together at an angle that made Callum’s balls tighten.

Jack stroked them faster, licking his lips before speaking again. “I should have been here. Should have been with you. Like this.”

Jack rolled his forehead against Callum’s, their eyes still locked. Callum wasn’t sure that this all wasn’t a dream. The pleasure was too intense, the emotions, overwhelming. Callum had no idea how he hadn’t finished yet, beyond the innate understanding that Jack was in control and would give him his release when it was time.

“You’re here now,” Callum panted. “You’re mine now.”

Jack’s hand tightened and he grunted, his hips pressing up and pushing Callum’s knees off the couch. Callum recognized the familiar heat of cum against the head of his cock but Jack didn’t stop, only using his release as more lube to fuck his dick against Callum’s.

Jack’s other hand left the back of Callum’s head and snaked around to his throat, his thumb sliding up and across Callum’s lips, pressing roughly into his mouth. Jack pulled his lips apart, the pad of his thumb now marked with indents from Callum’s teeth. He pulled their mouths together, fucking his tongue against Callum’s open mouth in a dirty, dominant display of aggression that sent Callum barreling toward orgasm.

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” Jack spoke the words into his stretched mouth. “Now come for Daddy.”

Callum came, his body seizing and bucking violently as spurts of hot release slid between their cocks and over Jack’s moving hand. He cried out against Jack’s thumb, into Jack’s mouth, moaning and whimpering until his body trembled one last time before the pleasure morphed into pain.

Jack removed his thumb and stroked it across Callum’s sweaty cheek, tilting their heads and sealing their lips together. His other cum-covered hand came to rest against Callum’s cheek, holding him in place while Jack used his tongue to show Callum just how his he really was.

After minutes, hours, days, their mouths parted. Callum inhaled a breath and collapsed against Jack’s chest, head on his shoulder. Jack held him close, squeezing their bodies together, their cocks now sticky and soft in their laps. But Callum didn’t care. All that mattered was the man underneath him.

Their heartbeats synced, but Callum didn’t mention it.

“Did you really come for me?”

“I think that’s obvious, kitten,” Jack answered with a small laugh.

Callum groaned. “That’s not what I meant. I mean did you really come to LA for me?”

Jack kissed the shell of his ear.

“I think that’s obvious, kitten,” he repeated.