Page 77 of Worth the Wait

“What would make you believe me?” Jack asked. He needed to know how to prove his dedication to Callum, how to show he was in it for the long haul, since moving didn’t seem to do it.

“Nothing,” Callum answered with a defeated shrug. “It’s all in my head. Anything you do, I’ll just think you’re doing for now, not forever. It’s just how I’m made. If that’s too much for you or whatever, I understand."

He sounded so defeated, it split Jack’s heart in two.

“Then I’ll wait you out,” Jack told him.

Callum looked up at him, eyes glassy.

“I’m a patient man, kitten. You’ll see.”

A tear slid down Callum’s cheek.

“I want to see,” he whimpered. “I want to see more than anything, Daddy.”

He threw himself forward with a sob, arms winding around Jack’s body and holding him tighter than he ever had before.

Jack soothed him, running steady fingers down his flanks and whispering sweet promises into his ear. There were things Jack felt that he wanted to say, but he knew now wasn’t the time. So instead, with their hearts again in sync, their breathing in time, Jack thought of the future he wanted with Callum, the dreams and plans they’d make. He whispered them all against Callum’s shaking skin, interspersing the words with gentle kisses and pets.

He held Callum until his crying quieted and his breathing leveled out. Callum’s hands dropped to the small of his back, but Jack was steadfast in his hold around Callum’s body, pressing him against his chest until the spell was broken and Callum wiggled away.

He sniffed and scrunched his eyes together. “Is it super fucked up that I’m horny right now?”

Jack chuckled and shook his head. “No, kitten. You needed your Daddy, and your Daddy turns you on when he takes care of you. Even when you’re hurt or upset. That’s sort of the point.”

“I’ve never got a hard-on from just a hug before,” Callum muttered.

“Was that all that was?”

Callum’s neck turned cherry red and he shook his head.

“You’re emotionally raw right now, kitten,” Jack assessed, dragging his fingertips down Callum’s chest to the erection in question.

Jack debated if what he wanted to do was the right thing to do, or even the good thing to do, and in the end decided that it’s what he was going to do either way. He snaked his hand between Callum’s legs and gripped his cock, drawing a startled gasp from his mouth.

He pushed Callum onto his back and dipped his tongue into his navel, licking down towards the cock in his hand. He flicked his tongue across the slick crown and groaned.

“Daddy,” Callum rasped, angling his cock toward Jack’s mouth with a quick pivot of his hips.

“Tell me how you want to fuck me, kitten,” he said before he swallowed Callum’s cock into his mouth. Callum bucked off the bed and shouted, hands wrapping into Jack’s hair. Jack pushed him back onto the bed and took his mouth away.

“Tell me,” he repeated, sucking his mouth around Callum’s flared tip.

“You’re kidding me,” Callum protested.

“Definitely not,” Jack assured him, swallowing his cock down to the base.

“I just want to make you feel good. Oh, fuck,” he grunted.

Jack continued to suck and lick at Callum’s cock, his own dick restrained in his pants but hot with arousal.

“Stretch you out and make you come,” Callum mumbled.

He tugged on Callum’s balls and swirled a spit-soaked finger around his hole.

“Jesus. Daddy.” Callum’s hips bucked off the bed, erratic and fevered, and Jack pushed his finger inside.

Callum mumbled something incoherent and then, “…come inside you. So hot and tight.”