“This is weird.”

Callum was leaning over the counter in his kitchen watching Jack fry up some bacon. It was nearly noon. Jack had been here for barely more than twelve hours, and the majority of those hours they’d spent sleeping.

Now Jack was making him breakfast.

“What’s weird about it?”

“Well, that you’re here for one.”

“I think it’s nice.” He turned and set the bacon next to some eggs he’d already scrambled.

“It is nice,” Callum agreed. “But still weird.”

Jack made a sound in the back of his throat and returned his attention to the stove. Callum picked at the bacon on his plate and waited for Jack to join him.

“How does this work?” he asked after Jack settled beside him. The question had been eating away at him since he’d woken up this morning, after the shock and excitement of Jack’s unexpected arrival had dulled to a more manageable sparkle. Jack had an entire life in New York that he’d just what? Left behind at the drop of a hat?

Jack had been putting Callum off until August, August, August because he’d been so busy with his work obligations and now those things just didn’t matter to him? It didn’t make sense to Callum, and although he was happy as shit that Jack was here with him in California, the whole situation reeked of a regrettable temporariness that turned his stomach.

“I need to find someone to sublet my apartment, but that’ll be easy…”

“What about work?” Callum interrupted.

“I can find a job here.”

“But you had all those clients. That was why it was always August, remember? And now they don’t matter anymore?”

Jack eyed him cautiously. “Not as much as you.”

Callum scoffed. “What changed?”

“You’re being particularly salty this morning, kitten,” Jack warned, taking a drink of his coffee.

Callum tilted his head in silence and waited for an answer.

“I was really sick, Callum. It could have been so much worse than it was,” Jack continued, his voice somber. He looked at Callum and his eyes were so dark brown they nearly looked black. “It put things into perspective for me.”

“So you’re here to stay.”

“I’m here.”

Callum grimaced.

“I don’t have plans to go anywhere else. My plan is to be here. With you.”

Callum finished his breakfast then took his coffee to the couch, sitting cross-legged in the corner. Jack followed him, taking the empty seat beside him and resting his hand tentatively on Callum’s knee.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked him after they’d sat in silence.

“I think I’m in shock,” he answered with a laugh that quickly died. “I would have felt differently if this had happened last month, but I had spent the last week or two trying to get used to the idea of not being with you, you know? And then you just showed up. And I’m happy you’re here, I really am. I think I’m overwhelmed.”

Callum covered Jack’s hand with his and squeezed.

“Did you want me to go?” Jack offered.

Callum tightened his hand and shouted, “No!”

“No, I don’t want you to go,” he revised, reaching to set his mug on the table so he could touch Jack. “Please, don’t.”

The idea of Jack leaving him after he’d just arrived was enough to tie his stomach into the most uncomfortable of knots.

“I’m just overwhelmed, maybe,” Callum continued, feeling the need to explain himself further. “But I want you so bad it’s hard to breathe.”

Jack set his mug beside Callum’s on the table and stood up, taking Callum with him and leading them both into the bedroom.

“Take off your pants.” Jack nodded toward Callum’s plaid pajama bottoms. He reached down and shoved them down his legs while Jack did the same. Jack hadn’t had pajamas; he’d borrowed a pair of Callum’s that were too tight and too short for him. It didn’t matter, though, because both pairs were on the floor now.

Jack stepped toward him, hands slightly raised. His palms connected with Callum’s stomach, flat against his skin. They slid around to his hips and he held him like that, closing the distance between them.

Somehow, this was scarier than last night. Sunlight streamed through the window, across the carpet, licking up their legs, revealing all their flaws, their truths. Callum’s hands were limp at his sides and they trembled, trepidation coursing through him as Jack moved closer.

He wasn’t moving now, their bodies aligned, cocks flush between their legs, but Jack kept coming, leaning in and using his nose to tilt Callum’s face toward the ceiling. He kissed along Callum’s jaw, burrowing his face into the crook of his neck.

“Daddy.”

Jack licked his tongue over Callum’s ear. “Yes, kitten?”

“I need you.”

In fact, Callum burned with need, with want. He’d pushed his worries to the back of his head and chose instead to focus on the warmth of Jack’s skin on his. His mind obliged him, running back through months of dirty words and promises that set his skin on fire.

Jack walked him backward until his knees hit the mattress.

“You know how I want you.”

Callum lay on the bed toward the top with his head on the pillows, his legs spread and his feet planted firmly on the mattress, just like he knew Jack wanted.

Jack stood at the foot of the bed and stroked his cock with long and slow pulls, tugging downward toward the carpet.

“You remembered,” he murmured.

Callum reached for the nightstand, producing a condom and lube before arching his back and thrusting his cock toward the ceiling.

“Be a good boy and make your cock leak for Daddy.”

Callum fisted his dick and jerked himself, his cock already hard as a steel rod. It didn’t take long for beads of precum to appear, oozing and sliding down his slit onto his fingers.

Jack grabbed the condom from the bed and sheathed his cock, crawling between Callum’s legs. He poured a generous amount of lube on his shaft then he licked his lips and focused on Callum’s hole, eyes moving slowly up to his balls and cock and finally his face.

“I have to be honest with you, kitten.”

Callum looped his finger and thumb around the base of his cock and held it still, firm and rigid between while he waited for Jack to speak. If he kept touching himself, he’d come. His cock was already leaking; he’d done as he’d been told.

“I want to take you without prepping you,” Jack whispered, leaning down over Callum’s body and teasing the head of his cock against his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to feel you stretch out to make room for me.”

Callum’s muscles clenched, including those inside his ass, at the thought of that. He’d used the toy without much prep in their chats before, but he didn’t know how much of it he could take. It would burn for sure; it would hurt. His brain lingered on that promised ache and his balls drew close to his body.

“It would be a good hurt,” Callum replied.

Jack made an appreciative sound in his throat. “Is that what my kitten wants?”

In response, Callum bore down, his hole opening against the tip of Jack’s cock.

Jack grunted and, in one swift motion, had a hand wrapped around the back of Callum’s neck, pulling the top half of his body off the bed and his cock was inside him.

“Fuck.” The words left Callum’s mouth in an explosion of breath. His muscles ignited with the searing pain of penetration as Jack’s cock breached his entrance.

“That’s a good kitten,” Jack mumbled into Callum’s parted mouth. “Make room for Daddy.”

Callum made a sound he’d never heard himself make before. A high-pitched mewling sort of whine that pushed its way out of his mouth when Jack seated himself fully.

“Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” Jack breathed out, pressing his forehead against Callum’s. “Oh, fuck, kitten. Callum. Jesus.”

Callum stretched his lips forward, grazing a kiss across Jack’s mouth.

“Unreal,” Jack praised, pulling his cock halfway out before thrusting back in and pulling away again.

Callum’s breath caught in his throat and he forced his eyes open. Jack was there. Jack was right there, staring at him, pupils so big and black that the already dark brown of his eyes was obscured. He looked drunk on lust; his head lolled forward and he breathed through his mouth.

Callum needed more. He needed it all and he reached behind Jack, grabbing his ass and pushing him back as deep as he could go.

“Please move,” Callum begged. “Please fuck me.”

His plea seemed to draw Jack’s attention back to the present because he lowered Callum’s body back to the mattress and gripped him by the hips.

And then he did as Callum had asked.

Jack fucked him like his life depended on it, jackhammering his thick cock in and out of Callum’s hole until both of their bodies were covered with sweat. His dick dragged over Callum’s prostate with every fucking pump of his hips and Callum was lost to the pleasure. It felt like he was in the middle of the world’s longest orgasm, his cock leaking trails of actual cum with every pump of Jack’s hips.

“You make Daddy’s cock feel so good,” Jack cooed in his ear.

Callum was pretty sure he mumbled a reply, but even two seconds later he couldn’t have repeated the words. He’d never known sex could feel this good. He didn’t know if it was Jack’s magic dick or the way he felt about Jack that was making everything feel so intense, but he was pretty sure Jack had fucked him into orbit.

“Want to come,” he pled, “Need it.”

“Oh, kitten,” Jack soothed. He reached between them and took Callum’s cock in hand, sliding his palm over the cum trails on his shaft. “You have been coming. You’re perfect and now Daddy’s going to milk you dry.”

Callum came then. At least what his brain registered as an orgasm—that powerful explosion from inside, the crashing waves of pleasure, the aftershock trembles. But Jack didn’t stop, his cock still siding against Callum’s spot, his hand still pulling Callum’s cock.

“Too much,” he panted, shaking his head from side to side.

“Daddy wants more,” came Jack’s reply. He changed his angle and slammed so deep into Callum it wrenched a scream from his throat. “You’re perfect.”

Callum was certain he was anything other than perfect, especially right now. Covered in sweat and cum like he’d been fucking completely wrecked, which he supposed he had been.

“Where do you want me to come?” Jack asked him, his hips bucking quicker.

He didn’t want to choose; he wanted Jack’s come everywhere. Inside of him, on him… Callum closed his hand around Jack’s, around his own cock between their bodies.

Jack grunted and withdrew, tearing the condom off and straddling Callum’s trembling thighs. He jerked himself twice and came, jets of hot cum landing on Callum’s swollen cock. Before he could even realize what was happening, Jack leaned down and took Callum’s dick into his mouth, his tongue taking in the evidence of both their orgasms before he swallowed, muscles tightening around Callum’s already spent length.

“Fuck.” He bucked into Jack’s mouth, another dribble of cum finding its way out of his cock.

Jack hummed, vibrating against Callum’s dick, then pulled off and crawled up his body, slamming their lips together. He bucked his hips against Callum, who wrapped his legs around Jack’s body and pulled him close.

Callum kissed Jack back, furiously battling for a taste of Jack’s cum from the back of his tongue. Then the kiss turned slow, his need morphing into something more affectionate and kind, more gracious. Jack wiped Callum’s hair from his forehead and broke the kiss, leaning back to look at him.

Callum smiled, the sated look on Jack’s face bringing him all the joy he’d been afraid of losing since Jack’s surgery.

“What?” Jack asked, lowering his head to rub their noses together.

“I feel like a jerk about what I said earlier.”

“This isn’t the time or place for those thoughts, kitten. Don’t worry about it.” Jack kissed him under the eye.

“Especially now,” Callum protested. “How could something like this be anything less than meant to be? I mean, I wasn’t the only one who felt that, was I?” He suddenly wasn’t sure.

“You were coming for almost half an hour,” Jack said with a quiet laugh and another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve never felt like that before. Like this.” He turned his head and kissed Jack with his mouth slightly parted. “Have you?”

Jack shook his head.

“You’re one of a kind, kitten.”