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Jack hollowed his cheeks with a groan and Callum came inside him, although not the hole he’d been imagining. He swallowed Callum’s cum, his muscles working tight against the shaft. The feral sounding cry that left Callum’s mouth was all Jack needed. He came in his pants like a fucking high schooler.

When Callum was satisfactorily wrung dry of cum, Jack discarded his own soiled pants and slid up Callum’s body, wrapping his arms around his most precious kitten and holding him close. Callum breathed heavily against his chest and nodded, breathing deep on a happy sigh.

21

Callum

Callum stayedwith Jack the rest of the day and through the night. They didn’t leave the bed for anything beyond a shower and food. The following morning, the sun crested into the bedroom window as Callum opened his eyes. He stretched and rolled, burying his face against Jack’s chest.

“What time is it?” he mumbled.

“Early.”

He reached for Jack’s cock, but was met with his hand instead. He grumbled and tried to swat him out of the way, but Jack rolled him over and pinned him to the mattress.

“Didn’t you get enough yesterday?”

“Never,” Callum whispered.

“Since you’re here, I want to take you on a date.” Jack leaned down and kissed him softly.

“You’re serious about doing this right, aren’t you?”

A look of something Callum couldn’t identify flared across Jack’s face. His lip twitched, but he seemed to restrain himself with a small shake of his head.

“I have wild ideas about you, kitten.”

Those seven words draped around him with the weight of every promise that no one else had ever kept.

“Like what?” he rasped.

Jack shook his head again. “Get up and get dressed. We’re going to have a big day.”

Jack was gone then—off the bed and out of the bedroom. Down the hall, the shower turned on and Callum begrudgingly followed.

He tried again under the warm spray to get Jack’s cock in hand, but all he got was a perfunctory scrub down and a scolding smirk. After the shower, Jack toweled him off and dressed him again in the clothes from the previous night.

In the kitchen, Jack tossed him an apple and guided him to the front door and straight into the car.

“Will you tell me where we’re going?” Callum finally asked, as Jack navigated onto the 110 freeway.

“First we’re going to Out of the Closet,” Jack answered.

“Why?”

“To get tested and get results quickly.” Jack looked at him and licked his lips. “I’m not wasting one more load in a condom when we both know my cum belongs as deep inside of you as my cock can reach.”

Callum swallowed and nodded, at a loss for words. His fears from yesterday had all but vanished, his insecurities strapped tightly into the back seat while his overwhelming need for Jack was in control.

“Then where?” he managed to follow up.

“Silverlake.”

“What’s in Silverlake?” He shifted his eyes between Jack and the passing scenery, trying to will away his growing erection.

Jack smiled and turned the radio up.

It was the middle of the day during the week so traffic wasn’t awful and they made it to West Hollywood with ease. Half an hour after they’d parked, they had results in hand and Jack had a look in his eye that left Callum’s skin feeling like it was alive. He folded and unfolded the papers from Out of the Closet as Jack drove them to Silverlake surprisingly quickly, pulling up next to a quaint bungalow house a few blocks back off Sunset Boulevard. Jack cut the ignition and popped his door open, casting a glance over his shoulder at Callum.