Callum said, “Yeah,” at my shoulder. “Do you think he saw us? You know, together?”
I tried to focus on Callum’s worries, not my own. “Nothing to see. It was just a hug.” Other than that moment of weakness when I took comfort with my nose against Callum’s skin. Would Jos have made anything of that? Was that why he ran off? I didn’t think so. “I was losing it. You were being a friend. I don’t think that would add up to gay to him.”
“I hope not.”
“He’s not homophobic. But he does want me to quit my job.”
Together, we peered down the road, till Callum took a long breath and nudged my shoulder. “He’ll be back. Two hours till dinnertime. Let him work off whatever he’s feeling.”
“I guess.”
“And hey.” He nudged me harder. “It means we’re alone in the house, at least for a bit. Wanna join me for a shower?”
“I… Yes.” The thought of hot water and a hotter man, and just feeling, not thinking, made me able to take a deeper breath. “Yeah, sounds great.”
Callum grinned. “Come on, then. Your shower or your other shower?”
I laughed. “Main bathroom.” The other showers were small, except maybe the one in Dad’s suite, which I wouldn’t think about, at all. “Let me grab clean clothes and I’ll meet you there.”
When I eased the bathroom door open a few minutes later, the air was already steamy. Water pounded down behind the glass, darkening Callum’s hair to chestnut and running in streams over his muscled back and that ass. He glanced over hisshoulder at me and grinned. I set my clothes on the counter and made sure the door was locked, then slid the glass panel open and stepped into the tub.
Callum made room, letting me have the water, and scooped a handful of lather from his chest onto mine. “Here, get clean.” He went on soaping himself, and I watched his hands, mesmerized by the froth catching in the darkened hair on his pecs and under his arms.
After a moment, he paused, cupped my face in soapy hands, and kissed me. Faint salt lingered on his upper lip, and his tongue was hot and demanding. I opened my mouth, and he drove deep. A fiery ache welled up inside me, my groin tight, my asshole clenching with need.
“Fuck me,” I muttered. “Please fuck me.”
He kissed me again and moved his hands to my ass cheeks, digging in with his fingers. I whined and leaned into him, relishing the hot press of his cock along my hip. Then my foot slipped and I had to grab his arms.
He laughed against my mouth. “I want in that ass, but not bad enough to risk a bathroom sex injury. You got a bed?”
I only hesitated a moment. My room was fairly isolated. Even if Jos came home quickly, he might not hear anything. Odds were, he was gone for a while, andGod,I want.“Sure. My room.”
“Get clean and lead the way.”
It felt illicit, yet oddly freeing and hot as hell, to lead Callum, wrapped in just a towel with his clothes in hand, down the hall and up the stairs to my room. Our damp feet padded on the treads. I forgot to warn him about the bad one, and the step groaned under his weight.
Callum laughed. “Might mark that one, so I don’t trigger the walk-of-shame alarm in the future.”
I liked the idea of a future where we might do this again. With everything going wrong, Callum was something going very right. Taking two steps down past him, I scratched at the ugly wallpaper at the level of the bad step until I had a one-inch patch picked off at eye level. “There.”
He looked at me, his head cocked. “That seems a bit destructive.”
I didn’t tell him I was ready to burn the world down, if he would just fuck me so I didn’t have to think. “Come on.”
My bed sat neatly made, thank goodness, the habits of a lifetime with a military dad deeply ingrained. I closed and locked the door behind us, and dropped my towel. My dormer windows let in late-afternoon sunshine, but unless someone was perched in the maple tree, no spectators could see us up here.
Callum set his clothes on the chair and tossed his towel away, and I was glad I hadn’t pulled any curtains. The sun gilded his pale, smooth skin and caught copper lights out of the mat of curls on his chest and groin. His erection had softened during our stair climb, but now, under my gaze, his cock filled slowly, rising hard and thick.
“Tell me you have stuff,” he said, staring at my own dick that was responding almost as fast.
“Of course. Be prepared. I was a Scout. Not that they were big on gay sex ed.” I pulled open the drawer of my nightstand where toys and supplies lived, set the bottle of lube out on top, and tossed a couple of condoms beside it. “How do you want me?”
“Bottom’s choice,” Callum offered.
I thought about lying on my back so I could see his face, but that felt dangerous. We were fuck-buddies and he was going to rail my ass so I didn’t think about anything. Staring into his eyes wouldn’t be good for my thinking-too-much problem. “Hands and knees, then.”
“A classic.” He came to me and cupped my head, kissed me hard, then waved at the bed. “Assume the position.”
