Accidentally in Love (24 page)

Tom did let Cal get through the door and even waited to kiss him until Cal had dropped his small suitcase on the floor and deposited the bag with his camera on a hallway chair with a little more care. Once Cal’s hands were empty, though, Tom stopped being patient.

“Missed you,” he said against Cal’s mouth, barely drawing back enough to allow his lips to shape the words. “Glad you’re back.”

Any worry that he might have had that he was coming on too strong, being too needy, left him at Cal’s answering groan and the fierce press of Cal’s lips.

“Next time, you’re coming with me,” Cal said, and there didn’t really seem to be much point in talking after that.

Tom would’ve agreed to Cal eating, showering, having a beer, whatever to wind down before they got naked—he was aware that promises made when they were both horny didn’t really count—but from Cal’s enthusiastic response, it looked as if being considerate wasn’t required. Cal’s hands tugged at Tom’s shirt, pulling it free of the waistband of his jeans. A moment later, Tom felt those hands slide up over his back. Cal dug his nails in on the way back down, not enough to hurt, just enough to make Tom go from half-hard to rigid fast enough to leave him dizzy. There was so much implied in that rough, perfect caress, an assurance that Tom was going to get what he wanted, confirmation, if any were needed, that Cal was as hungry for it as Tom.

“Still want me to fuck you?” Cal said into Tom’s ear, biting the lobe, worrying at it with his teeth and tongue until Tom felt his focus narrow to that single place, that hot, wet piece of flesh.

“Upstairs,” Tom said hoarsely, his fingers helplessly tracing the line of Cal’s jaw, then stroking the silky hair that always smelled expensive, though given Cal’s brand of shampoo, that wasn’t surprising. Unlike Tom, Cal didn’t buy a huge bottle of whatever was on sale. He couldn’t seem to take his hands off Cal. “I got out what we’ll need. It’s all ready.”

He was too. He was scrubbed clean to the point where his skin felt raw. Or maybe that was just the effect Cal had on him—Cal, who made Tom feel more vulnerable than anyone ever had and at the same time made him feel safe, protected. He was learning to trust Cal and finding it an easier lesson than he’d expected.

They stumbled up the stairs, exchanging kisses a few steps from the top and finding their way into Tom’s room. “I want to undress you,” Cal said. “Okay? Let me do it?”

“Yes. Yes.” Tom might have agreed to anything just then, and he groaned when Cal’s hands pushed up the fabric of his shirt and touched his bare sides. “Just hurry.”

“I’m not going to go slow,” Cal assured him. “I’ve been wanting you since I woke up this morning.”

“Only since then?” Tom tried to sound offended and failed pretty spectacularly. He was already pushing Cal’s shirt free of his waistband, gasping with the sheer desperation of needing to feel Cal’s skin.

“Since yesterday,” Cal said. “Since I left. Maybe forever.” He claimed Tom’s mouth in a kiss so eager and heated that Tom forgot what he’d been trying to do, unable to think of anything beyond the taste of Cal’s lips.

By the time the last of Tom’s clothing dropped to the floor, followed by Cal’s pants, belt thudding against the carpet, they’d stopped talking completely. Tom’s mouth was chafed from kissing, his body taut with need. He drew his palm up from Cal’s balls to the tip of his cock. It was going to be inside him soon, and just the thought of that had his heart hammering wildly with anticipation.

He got onto the bed, releasing Cal only when he had to, letting Cal position him on his hands and knees.

“I’ll stop,” Cal said, breaking the silence between them. He nipped gently at Tom’s shoulder, the heat of his body covering Tom, close enough that Tom didn’t feel exposed or ridiculous. “One word from you that sounds like
no
and I’ll stop. You don’t need to worry.”

“Please.” Tom let the single word say everything that he was feeling and didn’t have time to put into words. “Now?” he added, finding enough breath from somewhere to speak.

It felt like hours while Cal crinkled the condom wrapper and wrestled with the lube, and Tom was definitely projecting, because there was no way Cal was having a hard time. Cal knew exactly what he was doing. Cal would do this right.

Tom couldn’t deny his tension when the touch of Cal’s slick fingers made him twitch.

“
Shh
,” Cal said. “I’ve got you. Deep breath.”

Letting his head hang down, Tom closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of Cal’s wet fingertips teasing him, playing with the sensitive skin around the entrance to his body. God, he wanted this so much that he almost opened his mouth to beg Cal to stop messing around, to stop prolonging the inevitable and just fuck him already.

He knew it would hurt. That didn’t stop him from wanting it. “Please,” he panted as Cal’s finger slid deeply into him, and his cock shuddered with need. “Cal, please.”

“I’ve got you,” Cal said again. That finger, the feel of it inside Tom drawing helpless whimpers from his throat, slid out and in again, a slow, steady pressure building.

Tom wanted to come, and he wasn’t sure he cared all that much if Cal brought him off before fucking him. Maybe it would be a relief. “Cal, I can’t.”

Cal, thank God, seemed to understand that Tom was asking for more and not less. “Okay. Try to stay relaxed. God, you look amazing like this. You have no idea. So fucking hot.”

There was a brief, bleak moment of emptiness, and then Tom felt the blunt, wet tip of Cal’s cock pressed to him. It was as welcome as warmth on chilled skin, and he gave a sob of relief and pushed back, needing to feel Cal inside him, that deep connection he’d experienced when he’d been where Cal was.

There was a burn, discomfort that closed his throat as his body fought to adjust. Cal was being so patient, even if Tom could
feel
from the grip of his hands how much Cal wanted to surge forward, the tremor in his voice as he murmured encouraging words.

“Relax,” Cal said again.

It wasn’t easy, but with every gentle rock of Cal’s hips, he was working his way in deeper. Tom had always imagined being fucked with a strong, sure thrust, hard and forceful, to get his partner’s cock into him. Even so, the thought of what that would feel like made him shudder. This was better. Gentle, like waves lapping against the sand, gaining ground inexorably, inch by inch…

By the time that Cal was fully inside him, Tom was floating on those waves, his eyes shut, his hands flexing against the sheets, a mindless action in time with Cal’s strokes that Tom didn’t remember starting and couldn’t seem to stop.

“This feels—” Cal’s voice broke off, and he leaned over to kiss Tom’s back. “Love you, Tom. Love you.”

His voice rose on the final word and he pulled back, almost all the way out, then slid back in, a long, uninterrupted glide that drew a moan from Tom, his body warm and limber now. Arousal was overriding any remaining twinges, combined with the generous amount of lube coating Cal’s dick and the tight channel it was fucking.

“God. God.” Tom wanted to find other words, something that would convey how amazing this was, but he had no idea where the connection between his brain and his mouth had gone. It had short-circuited, or maybe all his nerves were busy elsewhere. He tried to stay still so Cal could move how he wanted without interruption, but found himself rocking back to meet each thrust.

“Don’t know how long I can do this,” Cal panted.

“A little longer,” Tom begged, because it felt so good he couldn’t bear the thought of it ever ending.

“Yeah. A little.” Cal thrust again.

Tom could feel his arms trembling with the effort of supporting himself, and he cautiously lowered his weight down onto his elbows. Cal’s next thrust was at a different angle, more intense and with more contact with Tom’s prostate. He gave a startled cry as the head of Cal’s cock went deep.

“That good?” Cal muttered and did it again. “Jesus, Tom. Love you so fucking much.”

That still felt as if Cal should be saying it to someone else, but it never failed to send a jolt of happiness through Tom when he heard it.

“Love you too,” he said, the words coming easily now, separated by gasps as he felt his balls tighten, his cock so hard that the skin covering it felt paper-thin. He was too unsure of his balance to risk reaching for it, but he ached for Cal’s hand on him, even knowing that one rough, fumbled touch would be enough to send him over, let alone the deft glide of Cal’s fingers. “Harder, Cal… Need you.”

“You want more?”

Tom cried out as Cal’s teeth nipped sharply at his shoulder, the bright sting of pain the perfect contrast to the sweet, slick thrusts from Cal’s cock. “Going to give you everything, Tom. My Tom. Shit, yes. You’re mine. Say it. Say it, please.”

“Oh God.” Tom sucked in air, his chest tight, sweat cool on his body as he met the pounding rhythm Cal had set. “Yes. Yours. I’m yours. God, yes—”

Cal’s hands on Tom’s hips tightened, and he gave one last, deep thrust and started to come. Tom could feel it in his ass, the swell of Cal’s dick inside him in rhythmic waves, the rest of Cal frozen, including his breath. It was frustrating, wanting to move, wanting those strong thrusts to continue. Within a few heartbeats Cal was moving again, his hand sliding around to find Tom’s dick. Tom groaned and came. He could feel his ass clenching around Cal’s dick, and every time it happened, he whimpered slightly. It was so powerful, so overwhelming, that his arms gave out and left him with his face in his pillow.

“
Ow
,” he said, muffled.

Cal’s cock pulling out of him made him whimper again, but Cal’s hands were urging him down into a more comfortable position on the bed. “Are you okay?” Cal asked, sounding worried.

Tom snorted. “Am I all right? God, yes. Never been better.” His ass ached, a fantastic ache. If he thought he could have managed it, he might have shoved a couple of his own fingers up there and jerked himself to a second climax just for the sheer, ridiculous pleasure of it.

No way that was happening anytime soon, though.

Cal seemed to accept that he was sincere and settled down beside him, his arm resting on Tom’s chest with a comfortable sense of familiarity. “Feels good to be back,” Cal said with a yawn. “It’s only eight, and I’m dead. If I fall asleep, kick me. If you want to do that again, kick me
hard
.”

Tom grinned, enjoying the kisses Cal was scattering over his chest as much as the hug. He tightened his arm, holding Cal close. “I think I can restrain myself for a few hours at least before jumping you again.”

“Good to know,” Cal said.

They lay in a peaceful silence for a while, exchanging slow, sweet kisses that felt like a continuation of what had gone before, the same melody in a different key. Tom couldn’t remember ever feeling so uncomplicatedly happy. The idyll was interrupted by a growl from Cal’s stomach.

“Sorry. No food on the plane, and I’m starving.”

“I should’ve let you eat first,” Tom said with a smidgen of remorse. “Let me grab a quick shower, and I’ll dish up supper. I made chili, and it’s only going to take as long as the garlic bread does. Everything else is ready.”

“Did I mention that I love you? Because I do.”

Tom snickered and slapped Cal’s stomach. “Cupboard love.” He got out of bed, moving with a little more care than usual, and walked across to the door. Halfway there, his foot got tangled in Cal’s pants, and he kicked it free, sending the contents of the pants pockets over the carpet. “Crap. Sorry.”

Cal, who had barely realized anything had happened, rolled over and looked at him. “What? Oh, it’s okay. Leave it. I’ll get it later.”

“No, I’ve got it.” Tom slipped Cal’s wallet back into the pocket it had come from and shuffled the loose bits of paper that had scattered into a small pile. Much later, he’d wish his gaze hadn’t focused on the business card that ended up on top, the one that was upside down and had
Thanks for last night. If you’re ever in town again, call me
scrawled on it. “What’s this?”

Having swung his feet to the floor and sat up, Cal held out a hand. “I don’t know. Let me see it.”

Tom had already flipped the card over. “Simon
Broucek
?”

A look of regret crossed Cal’s face. Tom was sure he saw guilt there as well. “Just a guy I met at the hotel.”

“‘Thanks for last night’?” Tom read out loud. “Sounds like he had a good time.”

“I don’t know why,” Cal said. “I wasn’t the kind of company he was looking for. All we did was talk at the bar.”

“Did you buy him a drink?” Tom knew he sounded angry, but he couldn’t help it. One weekend, the first weekend Cal had been away since they’d been together, and Cal hadn’t even managed to stay faithful that long? Imagining it made Tom’s stomach churn.

“No,” Cal said angrily, and Tom was sure it was because Cal felt guilty. “I didn’t. I—”

“Stop.” Tom threw the handful of papers onto the bed, but there wasn’t enough weight to them, and they just scattered into a mess. “I don’t want to hear excuses. I should have known better.”

“You don’t know
anything
.” Cal stood up, face flushed. “You think you know what happened? You’re wrong.” He fumbled with the papers until he found the business card again, thrust it into Tom’s hand. “Call him. Go ahead. Call him. Ask him whatever you want.”