CHAPTER 21
CALLUM
We took a break from going through our statements to give Grandpa and Jos an abbreviated version of the truth that left a bunch of things out. We told them Shoemark wanted me to throw a future game, and had been arrested, full stop. Nothing about the past, or the process we’d taken to get there. Jos took the explanation at face value, yawning his way up to bed. Grandpa had given me a look that said he knew I was leaving a shit-ton out, but he didn’t challenge me. He was tucked away in Zeke’s ground-floor mother-in-law suite, since the GREC cops had obtained a warrant to search Uncle Wayne’s room and common spaces in Grandpa’s house.
The gaming cops were really hot under the collar about Shoemark, not even willing to leave the search till morning. I wondered what he’d done. Wasn’t sure I wanted to know, since it made me anxious after the fact.
Two a.m. had come and gone before we were finished answering questions. Once the cops had all left, finally, Zeke and I climbed the stairs to his room, avoiding the Mr. Yuck step with an exchange of glances.
Zeke looked over at me as he locked the bedroom door. “I hate to say it, but my enthusiasm for suit porn has worn off.”
“Oh.” I stopped with my hands on my jacket buttons. I should’ve been exhausted, between the game and all the excitement, but something still buzzed under my skin. I’d been hoping sex would take the edge off. But Zeke had a right not to be in the mood. “Sure. We should get some sleep. Or I could use my old bedroom?—”
“Hush.” Zeke grabbed my tie, pulled me down, and kissed me. “I just said suit porn. I want you naked in a bed with me, plain and simple. Is that okay?”
“Very okay.” I returned to taking off my jacket and shirt, then my slacks, slinging them over his chair at random. Wrinkles would be the cleaners’ problem.
Zeke had worn jeans and a sweatshirt, so he was naked first. I paused with my briefs still on to look him over. Damn, the man was just… perfect. Not in a porn way. I worked with professional athletes and saw more abs in the showers than any gay porno. Zeke wasn’t ripped like that, but he carried solid muscle with a casual confidence that was sexy as hell.
Dark curls furred Zeke’s chest, even thicker than my ginger pelt, and his dick rose out of neatly trimmed pubes. The tufts of hair under his arms made me want to shove my face in there and take a deep breath. He’d been half-hard when he stripped, but now, watching me watch him, his dick began rising, erect and eager.
I grinned. “Fuck, I like that just looking at me makes you hard.”
“Take off those briefs and show me yours.”
“Ooh, show and tell.” Truthfully, I was a bit behind him, but dragging the elastic of my waistband down my shaft helped speed things up. I tossed my underwear on the chair and jacked myself a couple of times, my eyes on Zeke.
He stripped the covers down the bed in one fast move. “Come over here.”
I ignored the bed to go to Zeke and plaster myself against him. He kissed me, his hands gripping my ass, his chest warm against mine. “Hey, there,” he murmured. “Bed?”
“Sure.”
We lay down together, face-to-face, and he ran his hands over me, shoulders, arms, pecs, stomach. I caught one of those wandering hands and nipped his thumb. “What do you want?”
“Whatever you do. Do you want to lie back and let me take care of you? I’d fuck you, even, if you’re into that?”
“I don’t usually,” I said, which was more diplomatic thanfuck, no. I’d bottomed, twice, and it was not for me. Felt weird as hell. “Can I top you?”
“I haven’t prepped.”
“I’m not prissy about it, if you’re good to go.”
“Then absolutely. I’d love that.”
The buzz that had been running through me gathered as heat in my groin. My cock jerked happily. “Great.”
“How do you want me?”
I’d already had Zeke’s fine ass more than once by now, but always from behind. That view was hot as hell, but tonight… “On your back?”
Zeke met my gaze and smiled. Something warm and welcoming built in his eyes, until I had to duck my head, feeling more naked than when I’d stripped off my underwear. He rolled to his back and raised his knees, sliding his feet apart. “All yours.”
I climbed over to get between his legs, but I had to start by kissing him, collapsed down over him, my mouth on his, my body mashing him into the mattress. He wrapped his legs around my hips and kissed me back. After a long, wild, passionate time, I heard him murmur, “Hey. Hey, Callum.”
The sound of his voice brought me back to realize I’d been clinging to him and grinding down like I wanted to merge ustogether, while I basically ate his face. I pushed up on my arms to look at him.
His lips were reddened, his chin damp, his jaw a little chafed from my stubble. He raised a hand to my cheek. “Are you okay? Not that I’m complaining, but wow, you seem a bit intense.” He stroked my lower lip with his thumb.
