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Joey

In a daze, I made my way back to my car and headed to the agreed-upon rendezvous point where Callum had said to meet him once the meeting with the Agent was done. I knew he’d been watching us from a well-hidden distance and would be eager to discuss what we’d talked about. He was waiting for me, pacing the footpath anxiously and about dove into the passenger seat as soon as I slowed down enough for him to open the door.

Before he had a chance to say anything, I pressed my index finger to my lips and shook my head, motioning to my scarf.

Annoyed and beyond agitated, Callum pressed his lips together so hard they whited out, but nodded in understanding.

“Hey babe,” I said, trying to sound natural. “How was lunch? Did you have enough time to catch up with your friend?”

“Yeah, lunch was good,” he responded, rolling his eyes and yet sounding so much more natural than I did. It was obvious that starring in a future box office smash would not be in my future. “Charlie’s headed back to campus tonight, so I was lucky to see her when I did. Thanks for dropping me off.”

“No problem. I needed to exchange that crap Erin picked up yesterday, anyway. Gave me a good excuse.” And there went the extent of my supremely well thought out fake dialogue. I gave Callum a for the love of all that’s holy, please God, help me look and shrugged, not knowing what the hell else I was supposed to say.

He chuckled at my antics, but kept up the fake conversation, anyway. “God, Mam never could refuse the sales, but yeah, she really outdid herself this time. Whatever possessed her to buy that ugly ass clown lamp, I’ll never know.”

Knowing that Erin hadn’t bought any lamps at all yesterday and I had my sneaking suspicions she was actually terrified of clowns, so her buying one as a lamp was simply ludicrous, I raised my eyebrows at him and mouthed, what the fuck?? at him. He ignored me and started fiddling with the radio, searching until he found a heavy rock station, then turned the volume up until it was nearly rattling the windows.

Leaning back in his seat, he crossed his arms and watched me drive for a moment before he leaned over and started carefully unwinding my scarf from my neck, keeping the folds and creases in place as he went. I felt his fingers pause for a moment against my skin, shivering as he caressed my neck gently with his thumb.

After a moment, he drew back from me and relaxed into his seat again, taking the scarf with him. When I paused at a red light, I watched him fold it methodically in his lap, keeping one segment clear and on top, and purposely not touching what was in or on it. Hidden amongst the woolen material, a metallic glint caught both the sun streaming through the window and my attention. Right there in front of us was a tiny listening device, no larger than a hearing aid battery.

If I’d had any lingering doubts we were being spied on, they were completely erased now.

“I thought we’d go back to our folk’s place,” I said, taking one last look at the bug before I accelerated through the intersection. I desperately wanted to go to Callum’s apartment, but I didn’t know for sure if the Agent knew where he lived. Thanks to him showing off before, I did know that he knew where Erin and Dad lived. I wasn’t skilled enough to know if I was being tailed, so I figured that was a safe enough place to regroup and make it at least look like I was going along with his plan.

Plus, Callum had packed the sweeping device he’d picked up from Kiddo last night in a backpack and had left it in the car, so I knew he could run a basic check of my room.

Callum looked at me with a raised eyebrow but went with it. “Okay. It might be nice to have dinner with them tonight.”

I winced, and he mouthed what? at me. Shaking my head, I said, “Actually, I thought we could go out again tonight somewhere? I’ve only got a couple more days free before I have to head back to campus, and I want to spend as much time as I can with you before I go.”

He smirked, no doubt at my terrible, terrible acting ability, but nodded agreeably. “Sure. What do you feel like having?”

Pulling into our parent’s driveway, I shrugged. “I’d kill for a decent burger. Maybe Urban Grind?” I had no idea if the Agent knew enough about local diners to know which spot I was referring to, but I wasn’t taking any chances. Urban Grind was popular with teens and young adults, because they made tasty, greasy treats that were affordable for those on a student budget. Being a Saturday, it’d no doubt be packed wall to wall with customers, but we didn’t have to go there. As long as the person on the other end of the bug thought we were, that was good enough.

“Sounds like a plan,” Callum said as I turned off the engine. We got out, Callum holding onto my contaminated scarf in one hand and grabbing the backpack that held the sweeping device from the back seat with the other, and headed in.

“Dad? Erin?” I called, dumping my keys in the bowl in the entryway, before toeing my shoes and socks off. “You home?”

The house remained quiet.

“Must’ve gone out,” Callum said, leaning against the wall to remove his own footwear.

Humming in agreement, I headed into the kitchen to find a note on the fridge. I pulled my jacket off and dumped it on the bench before leaning forward to read the note.

Joey,

We texted you, but we didn’t get a response.

In case our message disappeared into the electronic ether, we thought we’d try the old-fashioned, time-honored, and traditional way of leaving a note on the fridge for you.

We’re out for the night, so you’ll have to fend for yourself.

Don’t burn the house down.

Dad

“I swear to God, Dad has never had any faith in me.” I fingered the edge of the note before plucking it from the fridge and handing it to Callum, then digging through the pockets of my jacket for my phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Erin saying that they’d gone out to visit with some friends of theirs for a late Thanksgiving dinner. I texted her a thumbs up emoji to let her know I’d seen it.

“To be fair, you did accidentally set fire to that frypan when you were seventeen…” Callum muttered absently as he read the note before putting it down on the kitchen bench.

Gasping in faux alarm, I dropped my phone on the counter and whirled on him, one hand set lightly on my chest. “They told you about that?!”

“I think they told the whole neighborhood by the end of the next day, mo lus na gréine,” Callum admitted while he searched the cupboards for something.

“The traitors.” I watched as he silently fist-pumped the air and removed a large Ziploc bag from the shelf below the sink. “How very dare they! Here I was thinking they had my back all this time, and instead, they blurted my most shameful secret to the nice, old Albanian couple from down the street who thought I was an angel who did no wrong. No wonder Mrs. Arbnori started trying to set me up with one of her grandchildren.” I switched to a heavily accented voice, gruff from her years as a smoker. “You need someone to cook for you, i dashur . My Betsy, she suit you well. I set up, yes?”

Callum snorted at my terrible imitation of the dear old lady, even as he zipped my scarf into the baggie. Leaving the scarf on the kitchen bench next to my jacket and phone, he motioned me over to the nearby dining table, opened his backpack to grab the sweeper out, then ran it over me. “I bet Amelia would’ve been pissed.”

Even as I held my arms out to the side, I laughed. “Oh, you have no idea. The bitching I heard every time Mrs. Arbnori caught us in the street and talked about her granddaughter… You know, she asked Amelia why she never brought a home-cooked pie here for me when she came to visit?” I grinned at the now-fond memory. “The look she gave Mrs. Arbnori… If she’d been able to, Amelia would have disintegrated her on the spot.”

Callum chuckled as he put the sweeper back in his backpack and gave me a thumbs up.

Breathing a sigh of relief I felt from my toes, I drew him in for a hug. We’d been under so much stress the past day or so, and I desperately needed to feel him near me. Desire bloomed inside me as I nuzzled into his neck, nipping at the tendon and making him moan. He leaned his head to the side to give me more room, and I took full advantage, sucking and licking as my hands roamed his back, dipping under his loose sweater and making it ride up with every caress. “Wanna go upstairs? Get clean so we can get dirty?”

He pulled back, his eyes half-hooded as he gazed at me with a dazed but lustful smile, and nodded slowly.

God, he was beautiful.

Taking his hand in mine, I led him up the stairs and into the main bathroom. Even though our parents had said they wouldn’t be home for the night, I still locked the door. There was no way I was going to take any chances that they’d come home early for any reason and accidentally walk in on us.

“Do you have supplies?” I asked him as I backed him into the closed door, picking up where I’d left off down in the dining room and nuzzling into his neck again. I nipped and sucked my way up to his earlobe where I could nibble and wait out his moans.

“Pocket…” he muttered, his head thunking against the door while he dragged his palms up my sides, gathering my top as he went, before searching for and tweaking my nipples. His already hard cock drilled into my hip as he moved me until I was straddling his thigh, rutting against him and reveling in the friction.

My hands went searching in his pockets for his wallet, eventually finding it after I fondled the bulge in his jeans a few times to make absolutely sure it wasn’t in his front pockets. It only resulted in him groaning and bucking against me.

Oh, what a shame.

Basking in the feel of him gripping my ass and pulling me towards him so he could grind against me, it took far longer than it should have for me to dig through his wallet and find what I was looking for. I took out what I needed and dropped his wallet on the floor, before rotating us enough to move into the shower. Stretching one hand out to balance us, and the other to pop the supplies onto the built in ledge for later, I resumed my attack on his neck.

Callum’s hands weren’t idle. As we moved, he clung to my waist so neither of us would tumble before he dragged himself away from my probing lips to lift both my t-shirt and sweater off and dumping them on the tiles next to where his wallet lay. Groaning as his hands ran over my back before dipping into the waistband of my jeans, he flexed his spread fingers against my ass and swung us around once more until I was backed into the corner of the shower.

“Christ,” I muttered as he sank down onto his knees, deftly undoing my jeans and tugging them and my boxer briefs down together, lifting one foot then the other to get them off me entirely.

After tossing them in the same direction as my other clothes, he sat back on his heels as he looked at me in awe. Even though my stiff cock was pointing straight at him, he ignored it, preferring to sweep his gaze from my eyes down to my toes and back again like I was a delicacy only his eyes could relish. Once he’d had his fill, he leaned forward to lick a stripe up my length, but I gently pushed him back.

“You’re still far too dressed, sweetness,” I said, smirking at all the clothes he was still wearing, while I stood naked in front of him.

“Am I?” he asked dazedly before looking down at himself. “Holy fuck. So, I am.” He ripped his sweater and t-shirt off and threw them behind him, not caring where they landed, before he stood up and attacked his jeans. After stroking my cock as I watched him hop a couple of times to get each foot free, then collide with the wall when he lost his balance, I eventually took pity on him and took over the job of undressing him.

It was such a chore.

“Careful, baby,” I murmured. In a reversal of positions, I kneeled in front of him to slowly drag his boxers down, giving him enough time to regain his balance. I threw them behind me as I leaned forward to suckle at his cockhead while one hand gently fondled his balls. Humming when I felt his fingers thread through my hair, I swallowed him down, letting his length drag along my tongue before slowly drawing back and kissing the tip. Pulling away, a thin string of saliva connected my lips to his cock, the sight of which made me grin and him groan.

“Come up here, mo lus na gréine .” He tugged me to my feet and brought me forward a step, our cocks sliding against each other and making my eyes roll back. “I want to lick you clean.”

There was no way I was going to say no to that, so I let him maneuver me where he wanted until I was leaning face forward against the wall, my head in the corner, my hands scrabbling at the tiles, and my ass sticking out with my legs spread while he kneeled behind me and ate me out one supple lick at a time.

With each slurp, he softened my rim until he pointed his tongue and dove deep, making me yelp.

“Oh, God. Callum… Don’t stop… Don’t ever stop…” My fingers tried to find purchase against the glossy tiles, anything to ground me against the flurry of sensation his tongue was wringing out of me, but there was nothing I could do, nothing to hold on to. I reached back and flailed until I found the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him forward to shove his tongue even deeper.

Moaning in delight, he reveled in my treatment of him and did exactly what I was hoping he’d do. Digging his fingertips into my ass cheeks, he spread them wide before doubling down on his feasting. I felt the flat of his tongue drag against my hole, once, twice, before he began nibbling at my rim. One hand disappeared, then the next, and then I heard a foil packet being opened.

“Yes… Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” I babbled, stumbling only when he withdrew his tongue and replaced it with a slick finger.

“Damn, you taste like the finest wine. Did you know that?” He worked his finger in and out slowly and steadily. “And you’re mine.”

“Yessss,” I groaned, my hand slipping from his head as he drew back from me. “All yours. Always. Forever.” I whined when he withdrew his finger, only for it to morph into a moan when he returned with two. Two deliciously slippery fingers sliding in and out, in and out, scissoring apart again and again to stretch me for his magnificent cock.

“That’s right, mo lus na gréine,” he murmured into my ear, startling me at how close he was. He chuckled lowly and leaned into me, his chest against my back pressing me against the tiles. “I’m going to fuck this hole every day, because it’s mine.” Nipping at my earlobe, he thrust his fingers hard and fast until I pushed back on them, panting heavily at the feel of him inside me. He removed his fingers again and slowly came back with three, stretching me ever wider. “Every day, for the rest of our lives—” He rotated his hand, searching, spreading his fingers as he went. “—this tiny pucker is going to take my cum—” He found what he was looking for and pressed hard against my prostate, making me cry out. “—and you’re going to crave every drop. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I wheezed, my mouth open wide as I gasped for air. “I want it!” My head started going fuzzy from all the distinct sensations sparking around my body. Sex had never felt this way before, like tiny explosions were going off around me, forcing my attention to jump from one thing to the next, never stopping long enough to let my mind focus on anything. Was there something different about a quick fuck with the love of your life that made everything feel a million times better? If so, I wanted it. I wanted it all. “Give it to me!”

Growling, he bit down on my shoulder, distracting me from the fact that he’d removed his fingers from my hole. I heard another wrapper crinkle, and I turned my head to the side just enough to see him sliding the condom down his length. I drooled at the sight of him slicking himself up until he moved behind me and out of my line of sight.

“Bear down for me, mo lus na gréine,” he murmured as the thick head of his cock pressed against my hole and waited. I took a deep breath in before letting it out slowly and bearing down as he’d requested. “That’s it…” He pressed in slowly, pausing when I had to take another breath to repeat the process. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

“Because we were made for each other.” When he crowded up behind me to press me into the tiles, I tilted my head back on his shoulder and moaned as he hit my prostate. “Right there. Jesus…”

Callum hummed and drew back slowly before thrusting in again, hitting that sweet spot dead on and making me cry out once more. He leaned down to suck against my neck and, as his balls met my ass, I scrambled at the tiles again. He shifted enough to nip at my earlobe while his hands found mine, interlacing our fingers as he drew back. “Brace yourself, mo lus na gréine. I need you too much to be gentle this time.”

“Oh, God.” I eagerly pushed against the tiles, bracing as best as I could before he slammed into me, punching the air out of me from the force. “Fuck!”

He kept a brutal pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, again and again and again , our groans mixing and echoing in the tiled room. I pushed back from the walls with all my strength, meeting him enthusiastically for every bruising press in.

This was the stuff dreams were made of.

He let my left hand go and wrapped his fingers lightly around my neck, gripping hard enough for me to feel it, but not hard enough to restrict my air. Tilting my head to the side, he nosed at my ear, licking and sucking at whatever skin he could find. “Christ, the way you’re strangling my cock…” He groaned as he punched forward again. “You’re a goddamn dream.”

My mind soared at the idea that even when he was pounding into me, our thoughts were so aligned that it felt like we were the same person, connected not only in body, but in soul as well.

Letting my neck go, his fingers danced down my body to strangle my cock. He pumped me once, twice before I exploded with a yell, cum pumping out of my dick in time with his thrusts.

“I love you, mo lus na gréine,” he whispered in my ear before losing his rhythm, then shuddering violently as he came inside me. “God, how I fucking love you.”

Leaning my head back, I gasped as my mind was flooded with a flurry of images, one after the other, most of which showed Callum making love to me in different ways, while in others I was taking him. Through it all, there was this overwhelming sense of pure love and worship that enveloped us both, only growing deeper as the images of us grew older and older. Emotion gripped me tight, and both Callum and I came again at the same exact time as the flickering images of all our future selves did the same.

“I love you, sweetness. Oh, fuck…!” I cried out again as our current orgasms looped with our future orgasms, creating this never-ending cycle of bliss and cum. I let go of the tiles and gripped him, one hand in his hair, the other reaching around to keep his ass against mine as my cock pulsed again and again. “Callum!”

“Don’t panic, mo lus na gréine.” He grunted as he wrapped his arms around me before collapsing onto the tiled floor of the shower, taking me with him. His own dick swelled in my ass repeatedly as he kept coming with no end seemingly in sight. “I’m right here with you. Let yourself feel it.”

“It’s so much…” The slideshow began slowing down, and not a moment too soon. My balls felt like they’d been drained until they were nothing but husks, and my mind felt like it had been hollowed out and all that was left was this wonderful floaty feeling. “I love you,” I slurred, patting his cheek clumsily before everything went hazy and I blacked out.