Page 175 of Should the Sky Fall

“Uh, yeah.” Dawson laughs, tapping his chest. “No complaints here.”

“Now?”

“Now?!” Dawson shrieks and shakes his head firmly. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I…”

“Are you in pain?”

“No…”

“And you liked it?”

“I did, but…” He glances at his cock which is already plumping up again. Helikesthe idea. “I just came.”

Cal shrugs. “So?”

“I…”

He maneuvers Dawson until he resumes his previous position on his belly and wastes no time pulling Dawson’s cheeks apart and diving straight back in.

Dawson cries out, instinctively pushing back against Cal’s face, making him grin manically.

“See?”

“Cal…”

“Let me. Please?”

“Jesus,” Dawson groans. “You’re insane.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, spreading his legs and canting his hips. “Yeah, okay. But if I die, I’ll go full poltergeist on you.”

Cal doesn’t understand that reference. “I can live with that.”

Dawson doesn’t die, but he does black out.

Cal makes a mental note to watch all the porn in the world.

There’s something Cal’s been thinking ever since they did the Paint ‘n’ Sip thing. Dick painting aside, watching Dawson wield a brush was a magical experience, one that Cal’s dying to witness again, preferably very soon.

Which is why he’s on his way to the post office after getting a notification yesterday that his parcel has arrived.

The parcel isn’t heavy, but it’s bulky. Calling an Uber to save himself the trouble of dragging it home, Cal checks the time. Still at least 45 minutes before Dawson is back from his therapy appointment. That should be enough.

It takes him a while to get the whole box across the lobby to the lift, shuffling it across the floor, then doing the same after getting it into the apartment. He drags the box across the living room to his former home office. Originally, he planned on asking Ellis for help dismantling or removing the desk, then decided to leave it because Dawson can still make use of it.

If he actually likes the surprise, that is. There’s a good chance he won’t be happy with Cal’s idea, but that’s a risk Cal’s willing to take. Because if there’s just the slightest chance Dawsonwillbe happy about this, it’s worth it.

Cutting the box open, Cal starts pulling out the contents—five smaller and five bigger canvases, similar to the ones Dawson used for his art before. Ten fitting frames, in case Dawson wants those too. 500ml bottles of acrylic paint (Mr Google says this brand is one of the best), a set of watercolors and a pack of brand new brushes. He hadn’t ordered an easel, because he found Dawson’s old one in the storage room. Yeah, he did a little sneaking around, so what? Hopefully, Dawson will understand.

After setting everything up as neatly as he can, he huddles on the sofa with Donut and a book, waiting for Dawson. He spends five minutes rereading the first page, too anxious to pay attention. Thankfully, it’s only another five minutes before the lock turns, and Donut shoots off the sofa like a rocket to greet Dawson. Cal listens to Dawson sweet-talking him, before walking over to the sofa and bending down to give Cal a kiss.

“Hey, you. What are you reading?”