Home and Away (26 page)

Callum lifted his gaze back to Rupert’s face and found him patiently watching. Waiting.

“You’re beautiful,” Callum croaked.

“Thank you,” he said graciously, having been taught to accept a compliment, Callum would bet, even when it embarrassed him a little.

Callum stepped closer to the bed, the press of the mattress to his blue jeans reminding him that he was still fully clothed.

Right. About that…

Callum took in Rupert again,
all
of him, sitting calmly, proudly naked in the light and under his inspection, and stripped off his clothing as quickly as he could. Rupert’s eyes remained on his face the entire time—an admirable effort, and another kindness. By the time Callum dropped his boxer briefs to the floor, he felt a childish desire to leap onto the bed and yank the covers up over himself.

He didn’t, instead following Rupert’s lead and climbing up on the huge, high bed, steadying himself with a hand on one of the four posts that had to reach seven feet in the air, at least.

Just as he’d never really looked at another body, another human being, the way he’d just seen Rupert, Callum had never felt more exposed. His cock, still more than half hard, swung between his legs as he crawled closer to Rupert. He was achingly aware of his many scars, the chest hair his brother Kieran was always scolding him to tame and which he had spent his entire life ignoring, the cracks and pops issuing from his beat-up knees as he shifted his weight on the mattress, which felt as though it might be stuffed with feathers and good taste.

Rupert looked refined. And beautiful.

Callum felt coarse. And…well….

“Look at you,” Rupert whispered when Callum settled on to the bed within arm’s reach, not sure what to do next.

“Yeah, sorry,” Callum mumbled, looking at Rupert’s knees, studying the web of scars across the right one. The pinks and purples were faded, but still jarring in contrast to Rupert’s fair skin.

He was totally unprepared for Rupert to tackle him to the mattress. There were a few awkwardly placed knees and elbows, and a shove to his shoulder that forced him onto his back. He blinked up at Rupert, his eyes crossing at the unbearably good slide of skin against skin as Rupert’s weight settled on top of him.

Callum groaned, loud and needy.

“You’re sorry?” Rupert demanded.

Callum had completely lost hold of any thoughts that had existed before he discovered what
this
felt like. Rupert’s cock was trapped against Callum’s hip, while his was wedged into the trench between Rupert’s thighs. Callum released his death grip on the sheets to wrap his arms around Rupert’s ribs, his palms flat to Rupert’s broad back.

Softer, even, than he’d guessed.

Rupert captured his fractured focus with a firm hand cupping his cheek.

“Uh—What?” he asked.

“What on earth were you just apologizing for?” Rupert asked.

“Um, me?”

“You?” Rupert echoed back with utter disbelief. Callum’s lips twitched. “What part of you are you apologizing for, do you suppose?”

“I’m just, you know, not as pretty as you, duchess.”

Rupert rolled his eyes. “Thank god for that.” He paused to think about what he’d just said. “Also, I’m not
pretty
. Nor am I a duchess, as well you know.”

Rupert rolled his hips forward, just a little, reminding Callum quite vividly.

Callum grinned. “Close enough.”

“I’m sure the entire British aristocracy has just shivered with a chill, you bloody American heathen.”

Callum laughed, shifting Rupert against him in the process, the sound almost hysterical by the end.

Rupert shut him up soundly with a kiss. It started out gently enough, but soon Rupert was licking into his mouth, tipping his chin so they fit together better and Rupert could deepen the kiss.

Callum’s laughter died, if not the smile. Or the happiness, really, at all.

His hands wandered over Rupert’s warm skin, testing the feel of muscle and bone, finding spots that made Rupert wriggle a little, learning how hard to press to make his touch a caress instead of a tickle. Every minute brush of skin, the growing warmth between them, the little sounds Rupert made in the back of his throat, set Callum’s heart racing faster. His breaths heaved in and out of his chest, lifting Rupert, who slipped one knee, then the other, between Callum’s.

Callum didn’t want Rupert to pull away. His weight, pressing Callum into the bed, felt like the only thing that kept Callum tethered here. That prevented him from floating away.

He spread his legs wider, moaning into their kiss as Rupert slid against him. He lifted his knees until his thighs cradled Rupert’s hips.

Rupert rolled his hips, once, slowly. Callum gasped, his head falling back to the bed with a silent thunk.

“You like that?” Rupert asked with a smile and another slow grind that just about killed Callum.

“Nnnhg,” Callum responded articulately, smashing the back of his head against the mattress when his cock rolled and settled against Rupert’s.

Holy Jesus fuck
, that felt good.

Then Rupert moved away.

Callum jerked, his eyes snapping open. “No, please.”

Rupert’s smile was a little smug, but Callum couldn’t argue when Rupert’s long fingers reached between their bodies and curled around Callum’s cock, his thumb circling over the wet tip.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Rupert promised. He stroked his fist down Callum’s shaft and back up again. “What do you want?”

“This. Anything. I don’t know,” Callum gasped, electric shocks zipping up his spine. He wished he knew what to ask for. How to ask for it. He wanted everything. Anything.
Right now.
And however Rupert wanted to give it, that was how Callum would gladly take it.

Rupert’s chuckle told him he hadn’t managed to keep all that inside. Rupert knelt on the mattress again, knees spread as before, only now Callum lay sprawled out between his knees, Callum’s thighs draped over Rupert’s, bracketing his hips.

And he’d thought he’d felt exposed before.

The slow burn of embarrassment mingled with the heat of arousal, an overwhelming combination.

“Easy,” Rupert murmured, letting go of Callum’s cock to run his palms up Callum’s inner thighs. “I like it when you tell me what you’re thinking.”

Callum stared at Rupert. “Okay?” He wasn’t convinced there was anything sexy about him being totally clueless, though.

Rupert studied him. “There’s so much I want to do.”

Callum’s dick twitched where it lay against his belly, a little whine slipping from his throat. “Please.”

Rupert arched one brow. “Can you reach the nightstand behind you?”

It took Callum a few seconds to clear his fogged brain enough to reach up the bed and feel that he could. He pulled open the drawer carefully.

“I tucked something in there as soon as the movers left,” Rupert said, resuming his slow strokes up Callum’s thighs. “Can you grab it?”

Callum plunged his hand blindly into the drawer and wrapped his fingers around the first thing he found. Rupert looked as stunned as Callum felt when he held the big purple dildo aloft between them.

Rupert stared at the sex toy balefully.

“How in the hell did that get in there?”

Callum frowned. “You don’t know?” Because, seriously, this seemed like something Rupert should know.

“No. That was tucked away with several other…er…
things
in a box very carefully labeled
Bedroom: Do Not Unpack
.”

Callum snickered. “Mike and Alexei were working in here.”

Rupert’s shoulders slumped. “Oh my god.”

“Bedroom: Do not unpack? That’s like waiving a red flag in front of a bull.”

“
Oh my god.
”

Callum reached up again, suddenly very curious what else he might find in the mystery drawer. He’d almost grabbed another promising hard plastic cylinder when Rupert threw himself on top of Callum, wrestling his arm away and reaching into the drawer himself. He came out with a tube of something and snapped the drawer firmly shut.

He had, perhaps, forgotten that Callum was still holding the frankly enormous purple dong in his other hand.

He wriggled it back and forth in front of Rupert’s wide eyes, grinning. Rupert snatched it from his hand and tucked it behind him on the bed.

“That’s for another night, I think.”

Callum’s heart stumbled, a pulse of blood going straight into his dick. “Uh…”

“I just mean, that’s a bit advanced for us right now.”

“Advanced?” Callum asked with a laugh.

“Yes,” Rupert said firmly, resettling between Callum’s legs and drawing his thighs back Rupert’s.

As distractions went, it was a good one. “So, this is like school?”

Rupert arched a brow. “I don’t know. Are you learning anything?”

“Yes,” Callum gasped as Rupert’s palms slid all the way up his thighs, his thumbs brushing Callum’s balls gently before retreating.

“Is there more you’d like to learn?” he teased, lifting Callum’s leg and brushing his lips against the inside of his knee.

“
Yes
.”

Callum was caught in Rupert’s unexpectedly serious gaze. “What would you
like
to learn?”

“Everything,” Callum confessed, shamelessly.

Rupert’s grin was absurdly sexy. He stared down at Callum thoughtfully while he tucked the tube of what Callum assumed was lubricant under Callum’s hip.

“To warm it up,” Rupert explained.

For what?

“Oh no, not tonight for that either,” Rupert said, reading his mind, or perhaps just his expression.

Callum was at once soothed and annoyed. “Why not?”

Rupert laughed. “Impatient, are we?”

“I have a lot to learn.” And not very much time to learn it. Callum pushed that thought, and the ache in his chest that came with it, aside.

“I don’t know about that,” Rupert said with a sly smile. “It seems to me you’ve a good command of oral sex already.”

Callum frowned. “Really? I thought I was terrible.”

Rupert’s hands froze mid-sweep up his thighs. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Just, you know.” Callum waved his hand. Was this conversation more or less awkward to have when he was sprawled out and on display in Rupert’s lap? “I didn’t know what I was doing. I just guessed.”

“I assure you, you guessed well,” Rupert said dryly.

“But there’s more stuff I could do. Better. Like…”

Rupert arched a brow, resuming his petting. “Like?”

Callum blurted out the truth. “Taking you deeper. Into my throat, even.” Because he’d had men do that for him before, and while he didn’t like to remember those times, he couldn’t pretend it hadn’t been super fucking hot. “Or—I don’t know. Other...stuff.”

“You mean, like this?” Rupert asked innocently, then bent and fluttered his tongue just under the head of Callum’s cock.

“
Holy shit
,” Callum groaned, his back arching.

Rupert’s hands clamped around his hips. “Or this?” His lips sealed around the head and tugged, again and again, while he sucked every last thought out of Callum’s brains until he was released with an obscene pop.

“Oh god,
yes
.”

“Or we could work on this,” Rupert continued, opening wide, taking Callum into the hot cavern of his mouth, the wildly sensitive head of Callum’s cock pressing over his tongue until it bumped the back of Rupert’s throat.

Callum gurgled. There was no other word for it, and it only got worse when Rupert gagged around him, swallowing and then pulling back.

Callum lay limp on the bed, staring up at Rupert. “Yeah, that was…that’s something to work on, I guess,” he managed. “It might be a little advanced for me, though.”

Rupert grinned. “We’ll just call this the Master Class, and you can take notes when we’re done.”

A huff escaped Callum, the beginnings of laughter ruthlessly cut off when Rupert wrapped his hand around Callum’s shaft and pressed it to his belly, then bent low and licked a long, hot, dirty stripe right across Callum’s balls.

Callum honestly wondered if he could die from this alone, his body twitching like a live wire as Rupert mercilessly teased and licked and sucked a thousand previously unimaginable sensations from his body.

Callum tried to be silent. To be still. But Rupert wouldn’t have it. He hummed against the fragile skin of Callum’s sac, then sucked one ball, then the other, between his lips, rolling each over his tongue until Callum was wet with spit and crying out his name.

Rupert was obviously determined to teach him everything, and Callum faithfully recorded a long, long list of things he wanted to try himself someday. Rupert stroked Callum’s cock, sucking and biting the insides of his thighs, around the base of his shaft, making Callum’s hands flail in the air, searching for somewhere to land that wasn’t pushy or useless.

Rupert grasped them and put them on his head. “Don’t force, just encourage. And I rather like having my hair pulled,” he informed Callum before licking another long hot stripe up the underside of Callum’s shaft.

“God, Rupert. You just…you’re…”

He could feel Rupert’s grin against his skin and he smiled helplessly as his fingers curled into Rupert’s hair and tugged.

The blush staining Rupert’s cheeks spread further, down his neck, across his shoulders. Callum yanked again, just to test. Rupert moaned, the vibrations going right up Callum’s shaft and to the top of his head. Even his fucking toes tingled.

“Fuck, Rupert. Fuck me, that’s. Just.”

Rupert hummed again, obviously learning Callum as quickly and as well as Callum was learning himself.

“If you ever don’t like anything—” Rupert began, pausing while Callum gave a gasping laugh of disbelief.

“I’ll tell you, I swear,” Callum said between panted breaths.

“Good,” Rupert murmured, then sealed his lips around the crown and did that tugging, sucking, fucking mind-blowing thing again. Callum barely registered the hard press of the lube bottle disappearing from his hip, the click of the cap opening. He wondered if Rupert was going to use it to jerk himself off and tried to protest, managing nothing more than an inarticulate grunt. That was Callum’s job. He wanted to turn the tables and try all these wonderful lessons on Rupert, and he would, just as soon as he was able to pull his shit back together enough to reach for the lube.