“That’s a good kitten,” Jack rumbled. “Show Daddy how hard you are.”

Callum fucked his fist vigorously, lube spattering and flying out from the tunnel made by his hand.

“Daddy,” Callum grunted, his head thrown back in euphoria. He angled his cock toward the computer so Jack could see the swollen length of his dick as he jerked himself off.

“Use your words, kitten.”

“I wish your cock was inside me. I wish it was your dick,” Callum whined and stroked himself faster. Jack hit a button on his computer causing the vibrations of the plug that was lodged firmly in Callum’s ass to accelerate.

“I can fuck you from here,” Jack assured him.

“Daddy,” Callum groaned, grinding his ass down onto his chair.

“Come, kitten. Give me what I’ve been asking for.”

Callum squeezed his eyes closed and licked a drop off sweat off the edge of his lip. He came with a shout, quickly covering the head of his cock with his palm and catching his release in his hand.

“Be a good kitten, now,” Jack coaxed.

He slowed the vibrations then turned the plug off. Callum lifted his hand to his mouth and licked his palm, dragging his tongue around to the top of his hand and dipping it between the cracks of his fingers. He eased each digit into his mouth, sucking his release away with audible pops before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth with a smile once he had finished.

“Good boy,” Jack praised.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Callum hummed in sated appreciation.

“Are you in a better mood now?”

Callum blinked the screen of his laptop into focus and smiled lazily at Jack. He nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Yes, thank you.”

“You may take the plug out.”

Callum glanced away. “Do I have to?”

Jack chuckled and rubbed his hand across the nape of his neck. “Eventually, yes, kitten. But you can keep it in for now if you want to.”

Callum smiled broadly and threw himself across his bed, stretching and adjusting his limbs until he was comfortable, then angling his laptop so Jack had a better view of his face.

“What are you going to do when you wake up?” Jack asked, glancing at the clock on his computer. It was nearly nine in the morning, which meant it was creeping up on six for Callum. He’d been irritable when he got home from work and Jack had decided it was time to test out one of the new toys he’d recently purchased. Judging by the languid smile that was still plastered on Callum’s face, he’d made the right decision.

“Hmmmn,” Callum mused. “Shower, for one.”

Jack arched an eyebrow.

“I don’t have plans. Maybe I’ll see if my friends Samantha and Mark are around. I don’t know. What about you?”

“I’m getting brunch with some friends later.”

Jack was scheduled to meet up with his old friends from college, Bowie and Joseph, at ten. Bowie had been traveling for work and their weekly brunches had turned into monthly brunches, but Jack took what he could get.

“That’ll be fun.” Callum yawned.

“Are you tired, kitten?”

Callum nodded and rubbed the back of his hand under his nose. It was a painfully endearing gesture he’d picked up, seemingly in response to the nickname Jack had given him, and Jack would be lying if he said it didn’t make his cock throb every time he saw it.

“Take the plug out and go to bed.”

Callum scrunched his face up and dropped one of his arms out of frame. He winced, then his arm was back.

“Empty as ordered.”

“You’re such a good boy.” Jack wished he could reach through the screen and brush Callum’s messy hair off his forehead. He often wondered how it would feel to have Callum nestle his cheek into Jack’s open palm. He closed his eyes and pictured it, a smile sneaking toward the corner of his mouth.

“What are you thinking about, Daddy?”

Jack opened his eyes and smiled at Callum.

“Always you,” he answered truthfully.

Callum yawned again and rested his head on his pillow with a soft smile.

Jack’s heart ached to be close to him.

“We’ll talk soon, kitten. Text me if you want to after you’re up.”

“Okay, I will.”

Jack clicked to end the call and closed his laptop. He often thought he’d gotten in over his head with Callum. When he’d decided to look for something online, he hadn’t meant for it to be anything serious. Maybe something to pass the time that happened to include a few orgasms.

But then there was Callum. So sweet, and young, and perfect, and everything Jack would want in a partner. Except Callum was in California, and Jack was in New York. He thought sometimes about taking a vacation and flying out to see Callum, to meet his sweet, little kitten, but he always smashed that thought back into his brain.

Things were working fine the way they were. Callum hadn’t asked for more, so Jack wouldn’t either. Besides, Callum had been clear when they started talking the month before that online was what he wanted. He didn’t want to commit to the trappings of an in-person relationship, so every time Jack thought about being with Callum physically, he bit his tongue and moved away from the idea.

Later, in the shower, he rested his back against the wall, letting the hot water cascade down his face, matting his hair to his forehead. He was assaulted with memories of Callum licking his cum from his fingers, and in response, Jack fisted his own cock and bucked his hips against his hand.

In his mind, Callum dragged that little pink tongue of his across the swollen crown of Jack’s dick, teasing and pulling an orgasm from deep inside him. Jack would twine his fingers through Callum’s hair and hold him, taking over and fucking his mouth until he came with a groan.

Instead, Jack’s cum washed down the drain and his cock flopped heavily against his thigh. With a sigh, Jack washed himself and stepped out of the shower. He toweled off and pulled on a pair of jeans, tugged a red V-neck shirt over his head, and shoved his feet into a pair of unlaced boots.

Picking up his phone, he had a waiting text from Callum, his sleepy looking face buried against the pillow, no doubt an indicator that he’d gone to bed like Jack had told him. Smiling, Jack tucked his phone into his pocket, collected his wallet and keys then locked up the apartment, taking the elevator down to the street.

Not surprisingly, Jack was the first one to arrive at the restaurant. He grabbed a booth and slid into one side, ordering a coffee while he waited. When the waitress came to fill his cup for the second time, Jack put in food orders for himself and his friends.

“Traffic was shit,” Bowie groused, dropping into the seat across from Jack and sliding in to make room for Joseph who was right behind him.

“You should live closer,” Jack suggested helpfully, holding his mug out toward a passing waitress for a refill.

“I’m picking the place next time.”

“You absolutely are not,” Jack retorted.

“You’re not my Daddy, Jack,” Bowie reminded him, unrolling his napkin and smoothing it across his lap.

Jack barked out a laugh and mixed some sugar into his coffee.

“You’d spend all your time alone in the corner if I was your Daddy.”

"I definitely would do no such thing,” Bowie reproached with a laugh.

“Yeah, guys. I get it. The two of you are dommy-doms. Can we order now?” Joseph shoved Bowie in the arm.

“I ordered before you got here. You were taking too long,” Jack assured them both.

Bowie shoved Joseph back, poured some cream into his coffee, smashing the little plastic container between his fingers and dropping it onto the table.

“How long are you in town for?” Jack asked Bowie.

“I fly out tomorrow.”

Joseph frowned slightly.

“How long are you there for this time?” Jack asked.

Bowie’s job had opened a new office in Kentucky less than a year before, and he’d been doing a considerable amount of traveling between the city and Louisville.

“I don’t know.” Bowie stirred his coffee a little aimlessly and cast a sideways look across the table at Jack.

“You were gone two weeks last time. You just got back into town on Thursday,” Joseph grumbled.

Bowie looked toward him affectionately, if not sadly.

Jack was pretty sure his friends were fucking each other.

The waitress came and dropped their food, topping off everyone’s coffee before making a hasty retreat back to the kitchen.

“They want me to move.”

Joseph’s fork clattered against his plate, but he recovered smoothly, picking it up quickly and stabbing into a pile of scrambled eggs.

“Oh,” he said succinctly. “I hear they have tornados out there.”

“Not in the city,” Bowie corrected.

Joseph raised his eyebrows and shoved a bite of food into his mouth.

“You thinking about it?” Jack asked, slicing into his eggs Benedict. He glanced briefly at the empty seat beside him and wondered what breakfast foods Callum liked. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and tapped out a quick text to ask him.

“Of course,” Bowie answered. “The traveling is exhausting, and the homes out there are insane. I could have a mansion for the rent you pay on that apartment you have.”

“But it’s Kentucky,” Jack said with a laugh, sliding his phone back into his pants.

“It’s a red state, you know,” Joseph added.

“I haven’t made any decisions yet, guys,” Bowie assured them. “There’s no exciting news we need to discuss yet.”

Jack chewed thoughtfully while he watched the way Joseph’s shoulders tensed. He’d inched away from Bowie and his movements were now rough and jerky. Everything about him radiated anger straight into the side of Bowie’s face.

“Are you guys fucking?” Jack blurted.

Two pairs of eyes snapped up and locked on his face. Bowie looked genuinely surprised at the question and Joseph looked positively mortified. Jack tilted his head to the side and looked between the two of them deciding that, no, they weren’t fucking, but Joseph definitely wanted to be.

“God, no. Joseph is my best friend,” Bowie said with a laugh, resting his head playfully on Joseph’s shoulder. Joseph closed his eyes briefly and opened them, forcing a smile across the table.

“Just friends,” he confirmed, shrugging Bowie off.

“What do you guys think about a trip to California?” Jack asked.

“What? To see Landon and Verity?” Joseph swiftly accepted the change of subject.

“Yeah.”

And Callum, Jack added mentally.

“I’d love to, but the idea of traveling for fun when I’ve been doing all this traveling for work is horrifying,” Bowie admitted.

“I’d go,” Joseph said with a shrug.

“We can think about it. I’ll mention it next time I talk to them. Do you guys still talk?” Jack arranged his final bite of egg onto a sliver of ham.

“I text with Verity sometimes, but not a lot,” Joseph answered.

“Work,” Bowie replied with a shrug. “I don’t talk to many people anymore.”

“No, you don’t,” Joseph acknowledged.

“I work a lot. Opening this office has been stressful.”

Jack’s lip quirked up. He was about to poke the bear.

“You should relieve some of that stress, Bowie. Find a hot young bottom to bury yourself in on the next trip.”

Joseph’s ears turned bright red and his knuckles turned white around his fork.

“Yeah, you should,” he forced out.

“I appreciate the interest, guys, but I’m not seeing anyone.”

Jack’s phone vibrated and he reached into his pocket to remove it, finding a reply from Callum that made his heart soar.