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Oz was searching online for a weatherstrip kit for the Firebird when Annie called him. With the twins napping in their room and Chloe with his mom, he felt safe putting it on speaker when he answered. "Are you going to brag about your boyfriends again?" he asked in greeting. Not that he was jealous of the fact that his younger sister had two men to be in a serious relationship with.
"No, the other times have been enough for now. I want the babies for a sleepover on Friday." It was technically worded like a request, but her tone said that Oz had already agreed. It was one she'd perfected when they’d been children; he'd stopped trying to win against it ages ago.
But what kind of father would he be if he just went along without asking questions? "And why am I giving you my children for the night?"
"Aidan and Finn are watching Aidan's niece and nephew. They're all about the same age, so I thought a playdate might be fun."
"You'll be at their place then?" Annie's townhouse near Trinity's School of Law was nice; it wasn't 'house eight people for a night' nice. "Where will everyone be sleeping?"
"They have two guest rooms. I was thinking we can set one up for the twins and Doyle—that's Aidan's nephew—and the girls can have the other. Obviously I'll be with Aidan and Finn," she answered. "You can meet them when you drop the kids off at seven. I’ll send you the address."
Oz threw his hands up. Of course she had planned everything. "And what am I supposed to do all night after that?" Probably he could go to Ophelia's for an impromptu girls' night. He doubted Emily would be able to make plans on such short notice. Even if she could, it wouldn't stop him from missing his babies.
"You aren't allowed to mope around about missing the kids, since you'll be on a date I've set up for you."
He blinked at his phone. "Excuse me?" he asked after a long moment. "With who?"
"Aidan's brother, Calum. He'll be here to drop off his kids as it is, and I've met him a few times and know he's your type. Aidan has even made a dinner reservation for you already." 'So you have to go,' was silent but loud.
Usually he would have argued with her, but they both knew how long it had been since Oz had been on a proper date. And even longer since he had won an argument with Annie. "I don't have anything to wear," he protested, if only to put up some sort of fight.
"Take a picture of your closet and send it to me then," she answered scornfully. "But I'm taking that as a yes, since you wouldn't care about your clothes otherwise. I promise you'll like him, Ozzie. Just don't be weird."
He hoped his offended squawk didn't wake the babies.
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Chloe had been chattering with excitement the entire car ride to Annie's boyfriends’ house. Her excitement kept her from noticing how quiet he was in return. His last date had been years earlier, when Chloe had been a toddler and he had managed to convince Annie to babysit her for the night. It obviously hadn't led anywhere, and while he hadn't been a monk since then, it had been a while since… Well, since he had known anybody in the super fun grown-up way. He thought he had a right to be nervous, even though he would never, ever tell Annie in a million years—after all, it was only supposed to be dinner.
His oldest daughter squealed as the GPS directed him into what he hoped was the right driveway. As much as she obviously wanted to scramble out of the backseat as soon as the car was parked, she started working on unbuckling the twins’ car seats instead, while Oz grabbed the kids' bags and the twins’ pack'n'play out of the back. He left the overnight bag he had packed for himself in the boot, for now. He could grab it on the way out if he thought things may go well. Once he had everything hanging from his shoulders, he shut the boot and walked around to grab the car seats. Chloe, well rehearsed in this routine by now, checked in the back and front seats for anything they had missed. They must have done well because she only let out another excited chirp as she grabbed the car keys, locked the doors, and tucked the fob into one of the diaper bag’s pockets that she could reach.
That was apparently all of the patience she had to spare. "DADDY LET'S GO," she shrieked, racing up the driveway toward what seemed to be a very nice guest house to the larger home on the property. The twins, already giggling at their sudden journey through the air, followed her lead and screamed in excitement.
He couldn't very well match her pace, burdened down with Precious Cargo. The skirt of the pink princess dress Chloe had insisted on wearing flounced with her impatient dance by the time he made it to the front door. "You can ring the bell now, Ducky," he told her. "Once."
To her credit, she did ring the bell only once. Just a long, drawn-out once.
“Coming!” someone shouted from indoors. “Where are—there you are, monster.”
At the sound of an excited baby shrieking inside, his own babies gave him matching startled looks. He couldn’t help laughing at them as the door swung open.
“All right, hush now,” the pretty guy who opened the door said to the baby in his arms, who had some really impressive lungs. “Doyle, later, you’re making me look bad in front of Annie’s brother.” He touched a fingertip to the baby’s chin, and the baby stopped with one last shriek. “I assume that’s who you are,” the guy continued. Dark hair, dark eyes, trim, and an amazing smile, complete with dimples. “I’m Aidan.”
"HI AIDAN," Chloe interjected, doing a great impression of Lula’s excited tippy-taps.
He couldn't help but laugh again. "I'm Oz. The ball of excitement is Chloe. This is Ian and Maeve." He lifted each carseat in turn, grinning at the giggles it caused. "I'd shake your hand if I had a third one available."
“Hello, Miss Chloe,” Aidan said. “Come on in. You can meet Aileen.” He glanced at Oz, grinning, as Chloe zoomed in, barely stopping to take off her shoes when she saw the others on the floor. “And you can meet Aileen and Doyle’s da.”
He was not going to act like an idiot. At all. Oz had to turn sideways to enter the door without knocking Precious Cargo and their extra cargo around, and he toed off his shoes as soon as he was past the door. "Where should I put everything?" he asked, glancing around. It was a nice house, but he didn't see anyone who looked date-ish, which was far more important.
“You can set everything down for now, we’ll put it away later. We’ve got a whole system for when kids are over.'' Aidan led him around a corner once he had done so, which somehow involved stepping over three baby gates. Chloe had probably climbed them; she’d already mastered that at home.
His oldest normally would have caught his attention, especially since she was making a new friend. For once in her life, she was a smidge less interesting than someone else, since someone date-ish in a green v-neck and jeans was behind the little girl Chloe was talking to.
“And done.” The man let the little girl’s braid fall to her shoulder and kissed her head. His hair was dark like his brother's, but his eyes were light. He looked carved instead of trim, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw that shadowed with stubble. His hands on the redheaded little girl looked a familiar kind of gentle. “Have fun tonight, m’inion.”
"Okay!" The girl turned around to give who Oz assumed was her very hot father a quick hug, before she spun back around to look quickly between Oz, Chloe, and the twins. "Can I meet your babies?" she asked Chloe.
"Of course!"
Oz set the car seats and bags down so Chloe could make introductions, trying not to flat out stare. Or drool. Or run around and scream. Annie could have at least warned him.
It didn’t really help when his hopefully-date stood and Oz could see him better. What even was that combination of shoulder-hip ratio and biceps? He must have been very, very good at some point in his life. Either that, or he was going to have to reevaluate his opinion on all the religious parts of his education because gay Jesus really liked him. Before he had to try to talk, the man said, “You must be Annie’s brother. I’m Calum.”
“I'm Oz,” Oz managed. He tried not to make a face at how rough his voice was. At least it hadn't cracked. He would have died on the spot, and then Annie would have had to raise his kids. “You’ve already met Chloe, and those are Ian and Maeve,” he added after clearing his throat, which felt kind of stupid but was better than barely getting his name out.
“And my little girl’s Aileen, and you’ve met Doyle,” Calum said. “Aidan, you said you made us reservations?”
"Yeah. It's under your name, I texted you the directions when you were on your way here."
"Is Annie here?" Oz asked. He hoped he hadn't missed her because he was too busy trying not to stare. She'd never let it go, and rightfully so for once.
"She's finishing up the guest room for the girls." Aidan gestured toward a hallway off the living room.
Oz leaned over some to line up a bit better with the hallway and shouted, "ANNIE, I'M HERE AND LEAVING SOON."
“CHLOE, YOUR FATHER NEVER GREW UP,” Annie shouted back, which made both the older girls giggle. “Give me a moment, Ozzie.”
He would not strangle her for calling him ‘Ozzie’ in front of her boyfriend’s stupidly hot brother. He would not.
“Try not to climb anything that isn’t soft,” Calum said. Oz glanced over his shoulder; he was talking to his son, who was standing with his hands on the edge of the couch and bouncing up and down in little baby squats. Chloe had done a lot of those right before she’d started running. “And don’t scare your uncles by falling, they forget you’re still made of rubber.”
“We’d rather make sure he doesn’t break a limb and keep going, sue us,” Aidan said. “Also it ensures Mam doesn’t find out we didn’t make sure he’s unhurt, and I’m all for that.”
Calum considered that, then said, “Nan.”
“We’re just going to keep taking him to A and E if he might be hurt, all right? You can live with it or figure out how to calm him down.”
“Guess I’m living with it.” He kissed his son’s head, getting a delighted burble back. “Try to be good, lovey.”
Annie came down the hall, tugging her shirt straight, with another pretty man following her. Dark hair, dark eyes, trim. Never let it be said his sister didn’t have a type. ‘Subtle,’ he mouthed at her, since Chloe would probably ask if he said anything aloud.
She gave him a V. At least she was still out of sight of the older girls. “I’m here, I’ve said hi to you, now go enjoy your date,” she said. “By the way, this is Fishy.”
“Most people call me Finn,” he said.
"Nice to meet you." He could ask why his sister called one of her boyfriends Fishy, but why bother when there were other things to focus on? Oz knelt down to press a quick kiss against Chloe's forehead. "Have fun, sweetheart. I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay!" was the cheerful, if somewhat absentminded, answer he received. Annie had already moved to take Ian and Maeve from their carseats, which meant the babies wouldn't even notice he was gone. Any other time he might have been offended at how easily his children forgot him, but they all had friends to make.
He did his best to put on his Best Smile for Calum as he stood. "Ready to go?"
“Aye. We’ll take my car?” he suggested. He squeezed Aileen’s shoulder. “I’ll see you in the morning, m’inion.”
“Okay, bye, Da!”
“Not too much screaming game,” he added to Aidan.
That seemed like something Oz should ask about. Maybe later. It wasn’t like it would result in his kids getting hurt; Annie wouldn’t allow it. “Your car sounds good,” he agreed.
Calum smiled at him. He really, really hoped nothing got visible as a result. That smile made it a real risk, even in jeans. He should have remembered that dimples were genetic when he saw Aidan's, but no, his brain had to let him be surprised. “Let’s go, then.”
"Bye Daddy!" Chloe called as they were stepping through the baby gate obstacle course. "Have fun!"
Oz five thousand percent swore that he heard his Absolutely Evil little sister stifle a laugh, but he was not going to turn around and glare at her. He was also Not Going to acknowledge the burning in his ears, because that meant it Wasn't Happening. "You too, Ducky."
“Uncle Finn, look, Chloe’s a princess,” Aileen was saying as the door latched behind them.
Then a hand landed on his arse, not to give him a squeeze but instead a slow, firm glide that he definitely pressed a little into. If it hadn’t been obvious he was turned on before, he was pretty sure the space station could get a picture and prove it.
And then the hand went and left, which, why? “Sorry,” Calum said, “I should have asked.”
He grabbed Calum's wrist to put his hand right back where it had been. "Don't have to," he said, surprised he could even speak with how he was smiling.
Calum smiled back and squeezed this time, and before Oz could say anything about how good that felt, Calum was leaning up and he was leaning down and oh look, he hadn’t forgotten how to kiss.
He didn't think it had changed any, but not everything was like riding a bike.
“I have an idea,” Calum said when they broke it. His hand was still on Oz’s arse, fingertips dipping into his pocket, while Oz's hands had landed on Calum's hips at some point. “We skip the reservation at a place where we probably can’t make out, go to mine instead, and get something delivered. We can entertain ourselves until then.” He gave Oz’s arse another squeeze.
"That is the best idea I've heard in awhile." He kissed Calum again, keeping himself from pressing against him. "I just need to grab my bag from my car." He really hoped that came across as eager instead of desperate.
“Excellent.” Calum pulled a key fob from his pocket and unlocked the midnight blue SUV in the drive. “Not too far. What d’you want to eat?"
"Pizza? It would be good cold," he suggested, walking toward the SUV and just as quickly stopping when he got a better look at it. "Is that a Lucid?"
“It is. What d’you think, all the meat toppings and no veg?”
"At least green peppers so we can say we tried." Oz gestured to Calum's actual real life Lucid, still caught on it. "You're not helping my boner at all, you know that?" he asked, his mouth working before his brain.
Well. The date had been nice while it lasted.
Calum laughed and slid a hand around his lower back, stepping close enough that he was pretty sure he could feel Calum’s dick through his jeans. “I’m not trying to help it yet.”
He was going to deny until the end of time that he whined at that. Kissing Calum again seemed like a great way to forget about it.
“You like cars, then, or just Lucids?” Calum asked when the kiss ended. He didn’t step away or even open the door, even though it was right there.
"Cars in general. Lucids are just nice." Oz had to stop himself from staring at Calum's slick mouth. He would be shocked if Calum didn't feel where his cock pressed against what felt like a very well-muscled stomach. He would also be more embarrassed about it if it hadn't been ages since he had gotten laid. And even longer with someone so hot. "D'you want to make out before we leave?"
“Hmm.” Calum wasn’t what Oz would classify as tall, though he was probably taller than average, but that didn’t stop him from using his hand on Oz’s back and his confidence and his shoulders, Jesus those shoulders, to turn Oz around until his back was to the SUV. “Do I want to make out with you up against a car that apparently turns you on? I think I do.”
He didn't even know how to describe the noise he made then, other than plain happy. He absolutely wasn't going to complain about Annie's gloating over setting him up at their next lunch. "Did I say earlier that you have great ideas? Because you really do."
“Thanks.” Calum kissed him again, right before pushing his shoulders so he bumped back against the car, and they both froze. “Fuck, really sorry, old habit.”
"Great habit," he answered, grinning as the shock melted into delight. He hooked a finger through one of Calum's belt loops, gently tugging him closer. "Come here."
Calum stepped closer, pinning Oz between him and the side of the Lucid. “D’you like a bit of roughness then, Oz?” His voice dropped on Oz’s name.
And wasn't that suddenly his new favorite sound? His singing hormones probably had something to do with that, but Oz wasn't about to stop any of it. "More than a bit."
“Still, shouldn’t have pushed you without asking that first.” Calum kissed along his jaw. Oz’s head would have thumped against something if there had been anything tall enough for it to hit. “Maybe we can talk about that on the drive, if you’d like.”
He meant to answer with an "Okay," but who knew what he actually said because Calum chose that moment to bite him. Not hard, little more than a testing graze of teeth on the edge of his jaw, yet still enough to send electricity skittering over his skin.
Calum made a pleased sound. Oz’s knees wobbled under him. He had to get himself at least a little under control. He was not ruining this date by coming in his pants. They were in Calum’s brother’s drive, and their kids were inside.
That mental splash of cold water restored some of his knees’ structural integrity, instead of needing the car to hold him up, and he slid his hands to Calum’s waist. He felt solid and warm through his shirt, and he’d be so much better when they got clothes out of the way. Which would happen when they were at Calum’s, not outside.
Kissing Calum didn’t really distract him from the thought, but he didn’t think much could.
He must have needed to expand the horizons of his mind, because Finn chose that moment to open the front door to the house. "If you don't leave, I'm getting the hose!"
“I will make you detail my car if you hit it, so aim well,” Calum called back without looking towards the door. He kissed Oz again, ending with a little nip to his lower lip that would have gotten him harder if it was physically possible. “Suppose we ought to go before he tries to follow through.”
He nodded, clearing his throat before he could talk. "Yeah." Oz was pretty sure he sounded close enough to normal. If you ignored how ragged his voice was. "There isn't much more we can do out here, anyway."
Calum smirked. Oz made a note to make him do it again when there were fewer clothes and more privacy involved. “I disagree, but since he will get the hose, want a look at the inside of my car?”
"Ooh, yes!"
Calum laughed at his obvious enthusiasm and stepped back to give him room to move. Oz very much wanted to grab him by the belt loop again, but he restrained himself. Hopefully that opportunity would come again later. After he grabbed his overnight bag from his car, he walked around to the passenger side of Calum's and took a moment to adjust himself and breathe deeply. So much for not seeming desperate.
Any care about that fled Oz's mind as soon as he opened the passenger door. The interior was even more gorgeous than all the pictures had looked. He kept his dignity as he sat down, put his bag between his feet, and adjusted the seat for his height—as long as marveling up at the glass canopy that the windshield turned into counted as dignified. He already knew that the seats in the back could fold down, and the only thing that stopped him from suggesting they put that to use was that they were too mature to act like teenagers.
"I love this car," he said instead while buckling himself in.
“It's fantastic,” Calum agreed. He buckled himself in and started the car with the touch of a button on a screen. At least, Oz assumed as much, since the car started moving. “Range could be better, but it works well here. Wouldn't want it in a big country, though. D’you mind dogs?”
"No, I have a dog at home. And a cat. They're frequent guests at Chloe's royal tea parties." Oz was convinced that was a type of Stockholm syndrome, but he wasn't going to say that part. "You have dogs, then?"
“One, but he's big enough to count as at least two. His name's Max. Also have two and a half cats, but you're only likely to see one.”
He had to ask. "Half cat?"
“I've had him snipped and vaccinated, but I only knew he existed to begin with because he, for some mad reason, fell in love with my cat Pumpkin.” Calum shrugged. “We call him Beau. He mostly lives outside except when he's decided to rescue orphaned kittens or it's too cold.”
"I love him already. What about the other cats? Does Pumpkin mama the kittens?"
Calum snorted, his mouth tugging up in a grin. “I’m certain Pumpkin would have killed them and considered herself merciful for giving them swift deaths if Beau hadn’t found them first. She’s killed and brought home foxes.”
Oz stared at him. What. "What?"
“I don't let her go outside,” Calum said, “if that makes a difference. She has a way out of the house I can't find. She had a manx-like tail to begin with, but she’s only got one eye, and her ears look terrible. But she seems to consider foxes an intrusion on her territory. And of course she’s an absolute bitch to medicate, especially when she’s hurt.”
He sounded about as fond as Chloe did when she talked about Princess. Oz probably shouldn't like that as much as he did. "Is the second full cat as wild as Pumpkin?"
“No, Smokey’s from the litter Pumpkin let Beau rescue. He’s Aileen’s. Loves Max. He’s probably some sort of Maine Coon mix, the massive bastard.” He glanced at Oz, his lips quirking. “Though I do usually think massive is a good thing.”
Vanity was probably something that shouldn't be shown on the first date, so Oz channeled his urge to preen into a grin. "I guess that makes me all around good."
“That something you like?” Calum turned onto a road that would take them out of the city proper. “Hearing that you’re good?”
He was NOT going to melt into his seat. No matter how much Calum kept going down the checklist of Everything Oz Really Liked. That didn't stop his traitor mouth from saying, "Yes, and since we're speaking of my favorite things, how do you feel about holding me down?"
When they stopped at a red light a moment later, Calum looked over at him, eyes on his shoulders and arms and chest. He was so glad he’d been doing Baby Weights. “I probably could without you playing along. We ought to try and find out.”
"How much longer until we get to your place?"
Calum laughed, not meanly. “About twenty minutes. Want to order the pizza?”
"Yeah. But I also want to work up an appetite first." Oz knew Calum wouldn't be able to look away from the road and see any expression he made, but it wasn't difficult to add a hint of leering to his voice. "Can I order after we get to your place?"
“That’s a good idea. We’ll do that instead. Good suggestion.”
That had to be on purpose. It HAD to be.
Not that he was complaining.
“It’s been a bit more than a year since I’ve been with anybody,” Calum continued, “so fair warning, I may not last terribly long at first.”
He bit the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't giggle. Oz wasn't laughing AT Calum, but he doubted he would be able to explain that well. "It's fine. Really. We're pretty much in the same boat there." Oz's boat was even further out to sea, so to speak.
“Really?” Calum gave him a raised eyebrow before they made a turn. “I have a hard time believing no one’s been interested.”
"I was thinking the same thing about you." At this point, why bother with shame? He let his gaze wander over Calum, but ended up looking back at his face. How was he not supposed to?
“Haven’t really made the time,” Calum answered. “Aidan and Finn have been threatening to find someone they decide is worth setting me up with since Doyle was about three months old, but you’re the first they’ve followed through with.”
"Same with me. Getting a date when Chloe was a baby wasn't the easiest thing. Adding the twins made things even more complicated."
Calum nodded. “I had a breakup that was more like a divorce when the surrogate was five months along with Doyle, and getting that sorted and Aileen adjusted took most of my time until he was born. And then, once he was, it was like you said.”
There were all sorts of things he could say to that, many about whoever it was that Calum had broken up with, but Oz would be the first to admit that hormones may be clouding his judgment. "It just means we'll have to make up for time," he said, reaching over to brush his hand against the outside of Calum's leg. What he really wanted to do was rest his hand on Calum's leg, but what if he didn't like to be touched while driving or that was too fast to do?
Calum shifted his leg a little towards Oz's hand, though, so that made one less thing to worry about and just left every other aspect of dating that he might slip on. It had been a long time. Anything could have changed.
Except the fundamentals, anyway. Kinks were great and all, but sex, when you got down to it, didn't change that much.
He let his hand settle on Calum's leg, just above his knee.
“So no relatively recent exes for you, then?" Calum asked. His leg lifted a little into Oz's hand.
He took that as an invitation, sliding his hand a little farther up and in, stopping before he reached inner thigh territory. "No. Chloe was more important than that, and before her…" Oz trailed off and shrugged, not knowing how to say anything else without making himself sound like some sort of introverted virgin. "Nobody I would consider serious in hindsight."
“So how did Annie get you to agree to this?” Calum asked. “Blackmail or threats? I don't really know her yet, but she seems like the type for blackmail or threats once she’s fed up.”
"Even when she isn't fed up. She was destined to be a lawyer from the time she could form sentences." He was absolutely allowed to sound depressed about that, and he did. "She said she was throwing a slumber party at her boyfriends' house, I wasn't invited, and I wasn't allowed to mope around my place while Chloe and the twins were gone. Then she said she already had plans made for me, so I wouldn't have to mope about that either."
Calum laughed, his hand dropping from the wheel just long enough to squeeze Oz’s. “And then she was going to make you go to some restaurant, too. Poor thing. At least you got to do something fun right off.”
“Do I get to do something fun second, too?” He considered that, then added, “And later maybe get done by something fun?”
God, his date had a great laugh, all warm and rich. He’d love to sink into it. “Yes and as long as you still want to once you’ve seen what I’m working with.”
Eeee. "Don't threaten me with a good time," he said, grinning. "Not unless you mean it."
Calum's returning grin was devilish as he curled his hand around Oz's wrist. He thought he might swallow his tongue when Calum moved his hand up to rest against his crotch, and the very wonderful, very large bulge there. His tongue must not be in the way as much as he thought; his needy whine filled the cab, his own trousers suddenly uncomfortable.
“That sounds like a yes.” Calum’s voice held a hint of amusement, but it didn’t sound even a little mean. “Are you going to keep being vocal? I like hearing the person I’m having sex with.”
He had to swallow to open his throat before he could answer. "I was actually going to warn you that I can get loud without realizing it."
“Good thing no one’s at mine but my dog and cats, then.” Calum slowed to turn onto what looked like a private road. Several meters away from the intersection with the street stood a gate that swung open at their approach. “Have to see how loud I can get you.”
He'd wake whatever neighbors Calum had, if he wanted. Now that they were off the main road and away from traffic, Oz let himself gently squeeze Calum's cock through his jeans. "I don't think you'll have much difficulty."
Calum bit his lower lip, his eyes half-closing. He seemed like he was about to say something when a thud on the roof nearly sent Oz through it.
At least his hand didn’t clench down.
Calum thumped the ceiling next to the glass canopy. “Off, bitch,” he said without looking up.
He slid his hand just off Calum's crotch, his pinky still resting against his bulge when he looked up, because was he not supposed to? Oz might have screamed a little at the absolute death glare pointed at him by a tatter-eared furry goblin. Out of one eye, it was even more effective.
His date laughed, which was horrible but not in a way that made Oz want to call anything off. Maybe pout a bit. “And that’s Pumpkin. She enjoys demonstrating she’s been watching the property.”
"I don't think she likes me," he answered, trying to get his heartbeat under control.
“Don’t mind it, she doesn’t like anyone but me and my kids, really. She tolerates my oldest brother better than she does most adults. But all she’ll do is glare and yowl unless you try to touch her before she’s decided you’re worthy.”
He hadn't been planning on touching the terrifying cat-monster, but he also wasn't going to say that. "I'll remember that." He startled again when Pumpkin jumped down from the roof to the hood. She didn't have a tail, but Oz was sure she would have flicked it in disdain before she launched herself off the driver's side, landing far away from the car and its deadly tires.
He would have tried to say something a bit more clever, but lights started to come on in the yard, further down the drive. Pumpkin must have run towards the house to beat them there. What a house it was, a massive two-story glass and stone beauty. Oz was willing to bet that it had cost more than his, and that really was saying something. "Wow. You have a really nice place."
“Thanks. The kids and I like it, and the privacy’s nice.” The car slowed even more as the garage door opened. Calum must have had a smart opener like Oz’s. He wondered if it was the same one. “And plenty of room for guests or when family stays here.”
Maybe Calum said more, but he had More Cars in the garage, and they were Nice, and Oz sort of wanted to get under all their hoods. One of them looked like a Maserati.
He may have whimpered.
“You all right?”
He may have also blushed. "You have an impressive collection," he said, gesturing to the other Nice Cars. Hopefully he didn't sound as ridiculous as he thought.
“If you want a bit of a better look later, I wouldn’t mind.” He parked the Lucid and turned to Oz, curling a hand round the back of his neck to tug him into another kiss. “As long as it’s later,” he murmured against his lips after.
What cars? Oz leaned in to kiss Calum again, lightly grabbing his bottom lip between his teeth. If the world wasn't stupidly small in relation to his size, he would have been glad to keep making out over the middle console. "Sooner can happen as soon as you get me inside and on a flat surface."
Calum laughed and pulled away and a moment later was out of his car, leaving Oz to scramble to follow. He didn't go far, though, just to the door into the house. He didn't open it, which made more sense when Oz joined him and he steered him by the hips to push him back against the door.
“Anything you particularly want first round?” Calum asked him. “Before we get inside and start losing clothes?”
"Biting. Please," he added.
“How hard? Marks, no marks?”
All these questions. Oz appreciated it, under his baser instincts, but they were still wearing too many clothes. "Marks, but only under clothes."
“Tell me if I go too high,” Calum said, like he expected Oz to do exactly that, and were only his knees a little weak? Did they even have to go inside? One of them probably had a condom, right? He could just suck Calum off right here. “Anything else you want?”
For the door behind him and their clothes to disappear. "You."
Calum’s eyes darkened, and he shoved a key in the lock. “I can make that happen.” He wrapped a hand around the back of Oz’s neck and yanked him down into a kiss. The door behind him vanished—yay!—and then Calum steered them inside, one of his hands on Oz’s neck and the other on his hip, and it would be amazing if a couch or something would just appear. He might even make do with the floor.
Whatever surface they ended up using, they couldn't do much of anything dressed like this. Moaning against Calum's mouth, Oz tugged at his shirt, trying to untuck it and pull it up enough to get at the skin underneath. "God, I want you so fucking much."
“That’s mutual, handsome.” Calum nipped at his lower lip, a sharp pinch of his teeth, just enough to make his blood sing. The way Calum grabbed his ass might have also had something to do with it. “Christ, I’d take you to the couch, but I want more room. We’re going upstairs.”
The giddy thrill that rushed through him presented as a fervent nod, though Oz did little to actually move toward upstairs. It wasn’t like he knew where they were going, and he was far more interested in getting his hands under Calum's shirt, touching all those muscles and warm skin and the fine rasp of hair against his palms. "Fuck, you have actual abs," he whined, going in for another kiss.
"So do you," Calum murmured against his lips. He pulled back, but Oz wasn't about to complain because he slid his hand over Oz's sweater, slow and warm across his belly. "They're just under here." Without looking away from Oz's belly, he gave him an absent kiss just below his jaw. "You're gorgeous, d'you know that?"
Huh. How did he end up on his knees? Well, while he was down here. "You can't say you want to get me upstairs," Oz informed Calum, "and then say something like that." He tugged impatiently at Calum's belt while he worked at the buckle. "We aren't getting anywhere now. Tell me you have a condom somewhere nearby." He wouldn't even complain about the latex flavor after. Probably.
“I have a four-year-old who likes to rummage through my wallet, so no, those are upstairs.” Calum’s hand slid into his hair. His eyes drifted half-closed at the feeling. “Lovely a picture as you make there, come on, it’s not terribly far.”
"Fiiiine," he whined again, nuzzling at Calum's bulge. He kept his head tilted to keep Calum's hand where it was as he stood.
"Good." Calum sounded maybe a little strangled but not in a bad way, so Oz didn't worry about it. He cleared his throat before continuing, "This way, come on now," and his hand dropped from Oz's hair. Oz's complaints died before they began when Calum instead wrapped it around the back of his neck, warm and firm without being heavy, and used it to steer him along after him. "This all right?"
Oz followed like he was on a leash. "Uh huh," he said, or he hoped he did. The blanket of lust that had fallen over him made his tongue heavy. He barely noticed the decor of the house, other than 'very nice', or the route beyond going up a flight of stairs. A small sigh of relief escaped him when Calum stopped in front of a door to open it.
Oz stopped just inside the door when Calum took his hand back and kept walking. The room was big, probably, but he only knew that because the bed that had captured his attention looked massive without being against any of the walls. It looked like he could sprawl over it and still have room to roll over. His feet might not even hang off.
The rattle of a drawer opening made him look over, and hallelujah that foil wrapper Calum had in his hand.
"D'you want to get back on your knees?" Calum asked, something firmer than a request lurking under the mild question.
Oz was kneeling beside the bed before he knew it.
He needed to at least pretend to have it together. "Sorry," he laughed, face hot. "I guess I do."
“Now why would you be sorry for doing what I asked?” Calum smiled down at him and offered the condom packet. “And doing it so nicely, too.”
Ignoring how warm that made the inside of his chest feel, Oz took the condom long to grab one corner of the packet with his teeth. His free hands worked at Calum's belt again, and he refused to look up even though he could see, just barely out of his eyeline, Calum pulling his shirt off. He didn't bother taking the belt off—no point in risking a smack in the face with the end of it when it came free, as much as he might enjoy it—and moved onto the button and fly, nearly fumbling at the button in his impatience.
"Jesus," he mumbled around closed teeth, all awe and desire, once he had Calum's jeans pulled down to reveal maroon boxer briefs snug over sculpted thighs and a bulge that looked even bigger than it had felt. Taking the foil packet from his mouth, Oz leaned forward to place an open-mouthed kiss over what he hoped was the clothed head of Calum's cock, going by the small precum spot already there. "I must have really been good if this is all for me," he asked without pulling away, voice already rough.
“I don’t see anyone else on his knees around here.” Calum’s thumb ran over his lower jaw. The way the pad lingered by the corner of his mouth before dragging down to his chin felt like it had pressed hot wax to his skin. "Y'know, Oz, if you take the edge off for me, I can fuck you longer." He smirked down at him, all challenge and tease and not a hint of mean. "If you think you can take it."
Oz gave him an offended glance that didn't carry a bit of weight, answering haughtily, "If you think you can take it," before he moved back enough to pull Calum's boxer briefs down. Any leg he had to stand on disappeared at the audible whimper that escaped him as Calum's cock sprang free. He was long and thick, and wonderfully hard, red with it. Oz almost forgot about the condom in his hand and remembered just before leaning forward to do—well, anything, as long as he got his mouth on Calum.
He impatiently tore the wrapper open while Calum got his jeans off the rest of the way, only taking the barest moment to be pleased at the strawberry scent that came from the condom before rolling it on. His impatience faded some at the heavy, warm feeling of Calum's cock in his hands; he kept one around the base, stroking some, his other hand wandering up Calum's abs as he leaned forward to take the head of his cock, covered in strawberry-flavored not-latex, into his mouth.
"Oh, that's lovely," Calum murmured. Not quite the reaction Oz wanted, but he cut himself some slack, coming off a dry few years and all. He had to warm up. The way one of Calum's hands slid along the backs of his shoulders and the other tangled in his hair helped. "D'you want anything from me now, sweet? Besides my cock in your mouth?"
Shaking his head just enough to answer, Oz started to suck in earnest instead of simply enjoying the feel and weight of a cock in his mouth again. His strokes found a slow, steady rhythm, encouraged by Calum's soft sounds, touching what he couldn't fit in his mouth yet. That didn't stop him from taking in what he could, little by little, until it started somehow getting less and less instead.
He’d been enjoying himself so much that it took until he had just the head in his mouth again to realize that Calum was pulling away, which, why? He whined and tried to fix that, but there was that hand in his hair, and trying to get more of Calum’s cock in his mouth again meant it pulled, so he wanted it back even worse but couldn’t have it.
Whining felt pretty justified, considering. Especially since Calum’s cock twitched in his hand when he did.
“Just want you to get your sweater off, that’s all, and you can have it back, all right? I want to touch you.”
Well, he couldn't complain about that. Oz pulled his sweater and undershirt over his head and tossed them away, far more focused on getting Calum's hand back in his hair and his cock back in his mouth. There was no denying the slutty and content sound he made when both happened, or how he greedily took his fill.
“Good,” Calum sighed. “God, you’re eager, I love it.” The calluses on his hand rasped across Oz’s shoulders in a way that made him shiver. He might have melted if he didn’t have important things to do—things that got more important when Calum groaned. “Christ, your shoulders.”
Now it was Oz's turn to pull back, replacing his mouth with one hand while his other ran up Calum's chest to find a nipple. Ducking down to kiss and lick at Calum's balls, Oz risked a glance up at his face and almost regretted it at the hungry look there, pupils blown wide. "Want to hold me down and bite me after this?" was breathlessly out of his mouth before he could stop it.
“Fuck yes,” Calum growled. His hand found the back of Oz’s neck again and wrapped around it, his fingers pressing a little harder without squeezing. “God, I’d love to fuck your mouth.”
"Yeah?" It was a good thing he was already on his knees. After hearing that, Oz didn't think his legs would hold him. "Let me make sure I remember what I'm doing, and you can."
“Feels like you do.” Calum smiled down at him, all warm and more than a little turned on. Not that Oz needed the flash of teeth to confirm what Calum’s cock was telling him, but it felt good to see. “You set the pace. I’m not in a rush.”
Turning his head enough to nuzzle against Calum's thigh, Oz pressed a quick, fond kiss to his skin. "I might be, with how wonderful you keep being." With that said, he took Calum's cock into his mouth again and swallowed, sucking hard. Oz didn't think he'd be able to actually deepthroat him—at least, not right away—but that didn't mean he couldn't do his best.
"Oh, that's good." Calum tugged at a few strands of his hair and let out a little moan. "You're so good at sucking my cock, sweet, and you look fantastic doing it."
Moaning himself at the combination of praise, pet names, and pain in his scalp, Oz pressed his tongue to the underside of Calum's cock, massaging the vein he felt through the condom as his head bobbed up and down. For a few brief moments, he wished it weren't there at all, letting him feel every throb and taste every drop of precum.
He had missed this so much.
His hands settled on Calum's waist, sliding behind him to grab his arse and grope firmly. Taking a deep breath, he inched Calum's cock down his throat until his nose was just touching trimmed pubes. Calum's grip on his hair went tight for a sweet second as he cursed above him. He could only stay for the barest of amazing seconds before having to pull back. Oz kept his tongue against Calum's cock while he did, mouth opening to momentarily rest the head of Calum's cock on his tongue before it fell. Dazedly grinning up at him, Oz felt where spit connected in strings from his mouth to Calum's cock before they broke. One of his hands dropped to his groin, rubbing at his cock where it strained behind his jeans, hoping for some relief.
"What were you saying about fucking my mouth?"
"Yeah?" Calum grinned down at him and ran a thumb across Oz's lips. His eyes flicked between Oz and the bed before he asked, "How d'you want to do it? Still on your knees or something else?" He dropped his gaze to Oz's hand and added, "I want to take care of that for you if you can wait."
"I won't be able to do anything if I keep these on much longer." His gaze followed Calum's to the bed, and he judged its height and overall size. "My knees are starting to ache," he admitted, telling himself it had more to do with being out of practice than his age. "I want to see how comfortable your bed is. Help me up?" he asked, and held out his hands.
Heat flashed through Calum’s eyes, and he took Oz’s hands in a firm grip. “You might as well lose your trousers while you’re up,” he said, “save your poor cock the chafing.” He grinned. “And give me a look at it.”
Squeezing Calum's hands before he pulled himself up, Oz leaned in for a kiss once he was standing. The heat that Calum returned it with left him dizzy and giggling when they separated. It was a relief when he stripped his jeans and boxer briefs off after that, kicking them and his socks away. He was too turned on to be self-conscious about the heaviness around his belly and thighs, made obvious by his cock being hard enough to stand up. The view did nothing to help with that. Feeling Calum's stomach and chest had been one thing, but seeing his abs and pecs… he almost needed a glass of water so he wouldn't combust.
The heat of Calum's gaze as it raked over him made sure that any spontaneous combustion would start from Oz's cock, even before he wrapped a sure hand around it. "At some point, I want to suck you off."
The quiet whine that came from him seemed about as involuntary as his hips lifting toward Calum's hand. "Yeah. Okay," he murmured, voice rougher than it had been moments ago. He stayed where he was, held in place by Calum's touch.
Calum made a low sound, running his other hand across Oz's chest and shoulders. "Before I fuck your mouth, I want to make out a bit. Is that okay?"
Shivering with how close to overwhelmed he felt, he nodded. "More than okay."
The way Calum smiled made his breath catch. "So I know for the rest of the night, what about pushing you onto the bed and holding you down?"
Oz answered with a broken whimper. "Please."
That got him one of the best things ever: Calum shoved him back hard enough that he landed on his arse after his legs hit the bed, and Calum kept him going until he was on his back, Calum's hands still on his shoulders but not really pushing, but who cared about a lack of pushing when there was kissing and a cock rubbing against his? No more shivering, no more overwhelmed, just a strong, sexy man over him, and now just good. He got his hands up on Calum's back, over the bottom of his ribcage and his waist. Who could ask for more?
Well, maybe he could, a little. Moaning into his mouth, Oz ground against him and hopefully lifted his shoulders against Calum's hands. "Please," was the only breathless word he could seem to get out before pulling Calum into another kiss.
Oh, those muscles were not just for show, he discovered when Calum slammed his shoulders back into the mattress, hands digging into him as immovable as iron. The thick muscles in his back went hard with intent under Oz's hands, enough to make him buck up against Calum's groin. Their cocks rubbed along each other. His head spun. The kiss Calum followed it up with started sweet as honey, enough to make Oz whine and shift one of his shoulders a little, and that got him teeth.
Good thing Calum had him pinned. If he could have moved, he'd have done something ridiculous like throwing himself on his stomach and begging for his dick. That would probably be a little too much for a first meeting.
Going pliant underneath his hands while loudly moaning seemed like a decent compromise. "Yeah, fuck," he whined, as much as he could with his bottom lip caught between Calum's teeth. Oz rolled his hips against Calum's, breath catching when their cocks rubbed together again. "Calum…"
"Oz," Calum mumbled back. Oz shivered at the way his mouth vibrated over the Z. He took back at least half the complaints he'd ever made about his name.
… okay, at least a quarter. There had been a lot.
The bed shifted down near Oz's hips, but Calum's hands and mouth weren't leaving, so he didn't worry about it. A good call, he discovered when one of Calum's knees nudged in between his and, when he obliged, just pushed his leg out to the side.
Oz wrapped it around his waist instead. That got Calum to roll hard against him, and oh man he might not even be mad if getting fucked had to wait if it meant frotting like this. He moved against Calum, repeating his call with a moan.
"Said you would bite me," he panted, which meant he had to stop kissing Calum. He really hoped it would be worth it.
It got him a smile, which on its own wouldn't have been worth it until Calum's eyes flicked down and the curve of his lips turned devilish. Calum kissed him, a gentle little thing, and again on his neck, and when his jaw brushed Oz's shoulder, he tensed a little, ready for teeth, and whined when he just got another kiss.
The teeth in the meat of his pec changed the pitch of his whine fast. He jerked up against Calum's dick, but his shoulders didn't go anywhere because of those fucking iron hands, and what a good night he was going to have. Calum pulled back sooner than he liked, and his hands scrambled for any part of Calum he could reach, like he possibly had some ability to pull him back down.
He had to gasp in air before he could complain. "That's it?"
Heat flashed in Calum's eyes, the kind that made Oz squirm. "Demanding," he said. Unless Oz's imagination was running wilder than he thought, Calum's voice had dropped. One of Calum's hands left his shoulder, but it was only to glide his fingertips up the side of Oz's neck and then into his hair, so he wouldn't complain about that. For now. "Maybe a bit spoiled?"
His brain wasn't running at full speed, which was the excuse Oz was going to use for his response. "Have to actually spoil me for me to be spoiled," he said with a crooked grin, his tone absolutely bratty.
Calum grinned back even as he twisted his hand in Oz's hair just enough to make him whine. "You know, it happens I've got an excellent way to spoil a size queen like you."
"First," Oz answered, tilting his head just enough to pull against Calum's grip with a hum, "I'm a princess. Second, I think I forgot." His hips moved up against Calum's. "Why don't you remind me again?"
"Ah, right." Calum leaned in for a filthy kiss and rolled his hips forward. His fat, heavy cock slid along Oz's and nudged up against his belly. "A queen wouldn't be quite so bratty," he murmured against Oz's mouth when they broke apart to breathe. He was panting a little, even as he lifted an eyebrow in a stupid sexy check-in.
Oz was pretty sure that wasn't even him being easy. Like all of his friends would agree that was stupid sexy, even without the whole thing where he was doing it to make sure it was okay to call Oz a brat. "I know we were planning something else, but I really need you to fuck me right now," was close enough to approval.
Fine, so he was also easy. Sue him.
How did that get Calum lifting off him?!
Also smirking and saying, “A princess ought to have better manners than that.”
Oh, that was how.
A grin fought through his exasperated sigh, eyes rolling the smallest amount. "I really need you to fuck me right now, please," he tried again, waggling his eyebrows for good effect.
Calum snickered and dropped a kiss on his mouth before rolling away. If he hadn’t reached straight for the drawer, Oz might have had to complain. “Bit better,” he said. The sound of the bottle of lube opening made Oz shiver, and Calum’s smile widened. “Eager. Roll on your side, would you, and if you can handle my fingers you can have my cock soon.”
"I can handle it." He had to crawl up the bed a little to grab a pillow—how big was this bed—holding it to his chest and using it to support his head once he did roll over. He'd do spooning if Calum wanted, but it was worth a shot. He stuck his ass in the air and shook it a little, for extra measure. "Your hands aren't that much bigger than mine." He thought.
"Bit smaller, if anything, but you know what you like. I'm new to your arse." Calum kissed his shoulder and cupped his balls. The cool slickness coating Calum's fingers made him sigh; the upward slide made him spread his legs, his hips tipping up. Calum settled one of his own legs against the inside of Oz's and used his knee to guide Oz's leg up and out a little more. "So feel free to be as demanding a princess as you want, sweet."
Oz pressed his smile into the pillow for only a moment. "Are you sure?" He delightedly hummed as Calum continued to move him around, his cock brushing against the bed. "I can be bratty," he reminded Calum, correcting himself after a thought, "I like to be bratty."
"I like bratty." Calum ran a fingertip over Oz's hole and chuckled at his whine. The sound of it made his blood sing. "So long as it's not the rotten sort of bratty, and I don't think that's what you mean at all." His big, blunt finger nudged inside, and he kissed Oz's cheek. "Besides, brats beg the best."
"I can absolutely beg," he gasped, canting his hips back to try to take more. "Calum…" Oz turned his name into another whine. "Please, I feel so empty." He purposely added more pout into his tone than he really felt. "It's been ages."
The wet slide of Calum's tongue along his pulse was not a fair response. It made him gasp, and that made Calum moan, and his head buzzed at the feeling of it on his spit-slick skin. The finger in him pulled back, just for a moment, before—that had to be two, probably not three, but that was okay. For now.
He moaned, not exactly melting, but his neck and shoulders did loosen. Oz felt his cock twitch against his stomach and made no move to do anything about it. His grip on the pillow tightened, fingers sinking into the lush material as Calum's fingers did the same to him. "Yeah, fuck…" He moaned again, roughly, arse moving back against Calum's hand. "More please, please, it's so good."
"You beg so pretty," Calum murmured in his ear. He pressed a kiss to the skin under it; the teeth that caught Oz's lobe a second later made him twitch and not squeak. He could feel Calum smile against the side of his neck. "D'you like being teased?"
"Sometimes," he gasped. If his head tilted a little to offer his neck up, it was completely unintentional. "Don't know about at the moment, though. You're already being so nice."
"Maybe later, then." He rolled his hips so his cock slid along the outside of Oz's arse. It didn't quite distract him from the way Calum's fingers pulled away again, but between it and the way three pushed back in and spread just a little made him mewl. "Better, sweet?"
"Oh my god, so much." There was the barest hint of burn and being stretched too fast, and he loved it. "Would be best if you were biting me." He somehow had the thought to add a touch of begging, maybe some haughtiness. "You said."
Calum actually growled in his ear. "I'll bite you when I'm fucking you." He twisted his hand a little and stretched his fingers again and pushed in deep enough to just tease over his prostate. "Won't last as long as I want if I do it now."
Oz sucked in a sharp breath, trying to think with what little blood was left in his brain and figure out if he was already toeing the line of acceptable, or if he could push more. "M'not gonna last once you start fucking me anyway," he whined, moving his hips to try and put more pressure on his prostate.
Calum kissed his cheek. "Does that matter?"
"Nngh." His hips moved again without any decision on his part, his cock jumping against his stomach. Fuck. Fuck. " Please bite me?" Oz tried one last time. Any brattiness was gone; now he just needed.
“Told you, not until I’m fucking you.” The fingers inside him slid back and away, and when he tried to lift to follow before they could slip out, Calum used his knee to push Oz’s leg back out and keep him down. “Which I’ll do in a moment, but you need to wait. Condom.”
Letting out a heavy breath—not a huff—he relaxed as if Calum were pinning him down completely. "Oh thank god, finally. Missed being fucked so much, you've no idea."
A wrapper tore behind him. “So you’re saying I should go slow, then? Let you get used to it?” Calum wrapped a hand around his hip, guiding him up a bit.
"No!" He whined in protest, moving easily wherever Calum wanted him. "Not slow, I'll die, I swear I will." Whatever else he might have had to say died in a sobbed jumble as he felt Calum press against his hole, hot and heavy and thick. A wonderful stretch, too much, a little pain to make it even better, and Oz lost any control he had over himself.
Calum didn't bother taking his time. He thrust into him fast and steady, filling Oz up until he felt it in his stomach and throat. It was a wonder he could make any noise in response—Oz had no idea if he was saying actual words or just wordlessly begging, but he hadn't been lying. He was going to die if Calum didn't start moving—
A slow pull back wasn't what he expected with that opener, but the zing of Calum's rough palm along his belly kept him from moving his hips to try for more. The way Calum's body came down to cradle his from above probably helped too.
Okay, definitely helped.
The rough pinch Calum gave one of his nipples would have made him squeak if not for the hard thrust back into him at the same time. It drove a cry from him, his hands fisting in bedding as he tried to lift his hips and spread his knees at the same time. One of Calum's knees knocked into the inside of his, enough to keep him where he was, and Calum kissed the back of his shoulder, wet and messy, and oh thank fuck he didn't stop or slow down, just hard steady dick in Oz's arse.
Fuck, he'd missed this.
"I want to play with your tits sometime, princess," Calum purred in his ear, cutting through his own cacophony. One of those lovely calluses rasped over the nipple he'd pinched when his fingers dug into Oz's pectoral muscle.
Answering with something between a sob and a howl, Oz rocked his hips back against Calum, his toes curled against Calum's legs as he tried desperately to unclench one hand from the bedding. He was so close to coming already, with Calum barely having started to properly fuck him. If he could just get a hand on his cock…
"Please," burst from him, broken and needy.
The sharp nip to the back of his shoulder gave him just enough focus when Calum asked, "What?" Calum's relentless dick in him didn't quite kill the clarity.
"Hand," he gasped. His back arched, enough that Calum's balls slapped against his on the next thrust and the underside of his cock dragged in a fantastic new way. "Please, pl—"
He didn't get to finish before Calum's other hand wrapped around his dick, Calum's hard body making him take his weight. His plea morphed into a pleasured cry, and that was before he got a proper bite to the back of his shoulder.
Oz howled as his orgasm slammed into him with nearly the same force that Calum was, shuddering as he made a mess of Calum's hand underneath him. It felt so good he couldn't even manage to complain at the feeling of Calum pulling out. A moment later, Calum pinned one of his shoulders down with a heavy, sticky hand, and he could hear the steady slick slap of him jacking off until, with a curse, he came all over the small of Oz's back and then dropped down onto him, apparently not giving a single shit about the mess.
He pressed a wet kiss to the back of Oz's neck. "I think fucking your mouth might have to wait a bit." His breathing was still fast. Oz would have preened at the sound if he didn't feel dishrag-limp.
"Ohmygod," was all he could manage, nearly giggling. Calum's solid weight pinned him to the bed, which Oz thought was rather impressive. Must be difficult to pin something melted, even with all that muscle. He enjoyed it, and how Calum's heavy heartbeat echoed his own, while he caught his breath and found a wit or two. Eventually, he sluggishly rolled a shoulder. "Don't want you to move," he hastily clarified. Oh look, spaces between words. "Just wanna roll over."
"Suppose you can do that." Calum kissed the back of his shoulder before he rose off him. "I'll order pizza soon. Worked up an appetite."
"I noticed." Somehow, he started to roll onto his back without any muscle control. "I helped," Oz smugly announced. "Come back, I miss you."
"You helped a lot," Calum agreed with a fond smile. He tossed the knotted condom into a bin and settled back on top of Oz, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He felt delightfully, grossly slick with sweat. Mostly sweat. "Better?"
"So much better." Oz snaked his arms around Calum's back, snuggling against him with a sigh. "Fuck. That was so good." He kissed Calum's jaw. "Needed that so much."
Calum laughed. "Happy to help." He rested his cheek on Oz's chest and curled a hand around his side. "It was fantastic. Want to go again tonight?"
"Yes," was his answer before Calum had even finished asking. "That is not even a question."
That got him another laugh, all warm and rich. "Excellent. I need to put my mouth on more of you next time."
"No need to wait until next time. I'm right here." He traced over the muscles of Calum's shoulders with one hand, and let his eyes fall shut when he made a warm, pleased sound in response. "As far as blind first dates go, this has been an excellent one. I owe Annie something." One eye peeked open. "Just don't tell her I said that."
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Calum shifted enough to slide one of his hands behind Oz’s head and guide him into a kiss. “And I’d put my mouth on much more of you now,” he said after, “but if I start on your chest now, we’re never going to eat actual food.”
The urge to argue was natural, but Oz did see the better path in 'eat now, sex later'. He knew he was going to need some kind of fuel; with Calum's muscle mass, he'd need calories even more. And he absolutely wanted to keep Calum's energy up. "All right," he conceded, taking another kiss as a consolation prize. "Meat lovers with peppers still sound good?"
"Aye. I'll order it." He lifted his head to look at the clothes scattered on the floor. "In a bit, mobile's out of reach." He kissed Oz again. "D'you want any sides with it? Place I'm ordering from has wings, prawns, garlic bread, salads…" He gestured a little. "You get the idea."
Oz moved one arm to rest behind his head, his other hand resting between Calum's shoulder blades. Not keeping him in place, only feeling. "Do they have any desserts? I want something sweet."
"Sweet for sweet?" Calum smiled at him. "They do, a few options. I know one is tiramisu and another's ice cream. I'll show you the menu." He made no move to get up, instead drawing his fingers up and down Oz's side. "In a minute."
Warm all over, Oz smiled lazily. "Is there any sort of brownie option? It's an easy choice if there is. You won't have to get up as fast."
"Think so." Calum stretched, a full-body move that seemed to make all his muscles stand out. There were… there were a lot.
At least he probably wasn't drooling, even though some of those muscles were standing out against him. Couldn't say the same for staring.
"Going to get it," Calum continued. It took a moment for Oz to realize what he meant, and that might have only happened because Calum pushed himself up from Oz's chest with one of his iron hands on Oz's shoulder.
Oz relaxed against the mattress even more, eyes falling half shut. "Are you coming back?" he purred, letting his hand drag along Calum's back and side as he pulled away. He could breathe easier without Calum weighing him down, but he far preferred being pressed down like he was so much smaller than he was.
"Of course." Calum brushed a hand over Oz's hair before climbing off the bed. Oz watched the flex of his arse through lidded eyes, grinning to himself as Calum walked into what had to be the bathroom.
He owed Annie something good.
Some running water and a couple of minutes later, Calum joined him on the bed again. After a quick swipe of a warm washcloth over a particularly sticky spot on Oz's stomach, a gesture that would have made him melt if he hadn't already done it, he dropped down against him, on his back this time. Oz tucked the cloth under the similarly semen-sticky part of his back, and Calum shouldered him down, casual and light, to lounge perpendicular against his stomach as he brought up an app. "You're comfortable."
He'd never have a bad thought about ice cream movie nights again. "Glad to hear it." Oz shifted to press against Calum's back, curling the smallest bit around him. He snuggled into him, quiet and content, head propped on his arm and other hand on Calum's side, while Calum ordered.
"Brownie comes with raspberry, that all right?"
Oz smiled. "That sounds good."
"All right," Calum said after another minute or two, "that's going to be about an hour." He twisted to smile at Oz. "Want to meet my dog before it gets here?"
"Obviously!" Oz answered, lighting up with excitement. He looked to where his clothes were strewn, and then down at himself. "Think I need some sort of shower first." He very much wanted to ask Calum to join him, but he had a feeling if he saw water raining over all of those muscles... Later. It undoubtedly wouldn't be his only shower while he was here. He also really didn't want to put jeans back on, he thought, after looking at his clothes again. "Would you mind getting my bag out of the car once I'm in?" he asked, hoping that wasn't a step too far. "I need trousers."
That got him a grin. "Yeah, mine would be a bit short on you. I'll wash up first. You keep looking good in my bed if you'd like."
There was no reason at all for that to make him feel bashful of all things, especially at this point, but Oz found himself smiling and hiding his face against the blankets anyway. "I'll be here," he said and waved Calum away.
Twenty minutes later, his hair damp and feet bare, he padded down the stairs to work out where the kitchen was. It turned out to be easy to find, partly because it wasn't far from the garage door into the house and partly because he could hear Calum talking and a cat chirping back. When he turned into the kitchen, the cat, an enormous gray tabby with a magnificent ruff, was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island and Calum was sipping a glass of water. There was another on the counter.
"Oz, meet Smokey," Calum said. "This is more cats than I thought you'd meet, but that's what I get for trying to predict Pumpkin."
"That counted as a meeting?" What was she going to do if she was ever in the same room with him? Oz grabbed the glass of water, offering his free hand to Smokey to sniff as he took a drink. After a moment, the cat butted his head against his fingers. Oz would have grinned if the action didn't have a chance of spilling water all over his chest. "Aren't you a handsome boy?" he asked, once the glass (now half-empty) was put down, fingers sinking deep into the fur around his neck to scratch at his chin.
He did finally grin when Smokey leaned into it and started to purr like a well-tuned V8. "Well, at least one of them seems to like me. No one eye death glares yet."
Calum laughed. "She didn't yowl at you on sight, you stand a chance." He turned away to open the door and called, "Max, come inside."
Smokey looked over at the door, his ears perking up, but he didn't stop purring, so Oz didn't stop scratching him. A moment later, a pony-sized dog ran inside and circled around Calum, his tail thundering against everything it hit and his claws scrabbling on the slate floor. Calum crouched down, grinning at his dog, and rubbed his ears, then his belly when he rolled over. After a minute of doggy ecstasy, Max rolled over, sat up, and looked straight at Oz, his tongue hanging out in a happy pant and his tail thumping on the floor.
"Good dog," Calum said. He stood again and patted his leg, and Max did a perfect heel to follow him over to Oz. His shoulders were about hip-high to Calum. "Oz, this is Max. Max, sit." To Oz, he added, "Let him sniff your hand, then you can pet him if you'd like."
"Of course I'd like! No offense," he added to Smokey, especially since he took the petting hand away to let Max sniff. It seemed to be acceptable, which was good because Oz was already delighted as Max snuffled against his fingers. "You're just a big sweet baby, aren't you?" he asked. There was not even the beginning of an attempt to talk in his usual tone. He fell into the babiest of baby talk without hesitation.
Max licked his hand and yipped at him, his tail a blur. He didn't stop nosing at Oz's hand until Oz started petting him. His head was huge, his skull broader and longer than Oz's hand with his fingers stretched out. The pup scrabbled forward to bump his chest against Oz's leg without standing up.
Calum snorted. "Release, you fool," he said in a loving voice. "Unless you're doing that to not jump, then keep being silly."
Laughing, Oz folded himself down to sit on the floor, legs crossed. He used both hands to scratch at Max's cheeks, nearly eye to eye with the dog at this vantage point. Max didn't scramble into his lap, but it was a close thing; Oz found the dog pressed to his side, his tail wagging fast enough to create a breeze. "Hi there! Who's a good puppy? Who's a sweet boy?" Oz babytalked, before planting a kiss on the dent between Max's eyes.
Max whined and threw himself down on the floor to expose his belly. He pawed at Oz, and when he got belly rubs, he let out a happy little yip.
"You haven't made that sound since you were a puppy, you shameless flirt," Calum said.
"It's not your fault, is it?" Oz asked Max in the same dopey voice, grinning as Max started to kick a leg. Apparently he had found a good spot to scratch. "No, you come by it naturally, huh? You get it straight from your da."
Calum laughed and squatted down beside them. Still grinning, he pressed a kiss to Oz's cheek. He had tiny wrinkles around his eyes. "Seems like it's working for both of us."
"It definitely is," Oz warmly answered in his normal voice. He left his own kiss on Calum's shoulder before pushing himself to stand. He answered Max's whine with a sad noise of his own. "I know, it's so unfair." Max got one last scratch behind the ears before he grabbed his glass of water to finish it off.
With Max's attention somewhat available, Smokey took the opportunity to butt in and settled between Max's front paws with his tail properly curled around his feet. With one paw, Smokey pulled Max's face down to start giving him a bath. Even with Smokey's large size, he looked like a normal cat next to Max.
"You really do like giant things don't you?" Oz idly wondered, watching the animals with an amused smile.
Calum raked his eyes over him. "I really do." He grabbed his mobile off the counter. "I'm going to check in with Aidan. See how my kids are, maybe suggest we do brunch instead of breakfast…"
"You really do have the best ideas." Oz thought about where his own mobile was. Probably still in his jeans. "I'm going to run up and get my mobile, text Annie to ask her the same. About the kids," in case that wasn't obvious. No point in giving Annie more ammunition than she needed; Calum asking to make it brunch would be enough. He didn't immediately move, wanting to make sure his roaming around was okay.
Calum nodded absently, eyes on his screen. "I'll be in the lounge. Opposite direction when you come back down the stairs." His phone buzzed in his hand and he snickered. "Apparently I owe Aidan the cancellation fee." He smiled at Oz. "Entirely worth it."
Oz acted like he wasn't blushing. "I certainly hope so," he preened. "Princess, remember?" Stealing a kiss, he left the room with a murmur that he'd meet Calum in the lounge.
He was in a state of mind to better appreciate the house and its decor this time up to the bedroom. Calum seemed to like natural materials. Thin rugs, sleek and soft under his feet, ran across the wood floors. The fine-grained floor outside the kitchen was stained almost white. Oz would bet anything the purple rug over it was only down to protect Calum's son and would be up once he'd stopped crawling. Even so, it went well with the dusty rose walls.
Not a man afraid of color, either.
The rose faded out into a warm cream where the hall widened, curving out around the staircase. Two other halls led off the room, a granite-topped table nestled against the curved wall between the branch he'd just left and the next like it had been made to fit there. A padded bench, upholstered in rich green, curved between the other two. But the staircase was the centerpiece here. Red-gold burled wood spilled down the inner edge of the bottom step of golden wood and sank roots into the floor, sweeping upward into a trunk to form the first balustrade, the underside a dripping canopy and the top sleek, perfect to grip. From there the banister twisted into a vine, curving up across slim supports. The skylight probably lit it incredibly when the sun and clouds cooperated. The only things that marred the aesthetic were the layers of padding around the trunk and the zip ties securing a latch point for a baby gate that was currently swung open and latched to the wall.
Baby gate aside, the upstairs hall was, so far, the most obvious 'children live here' part of the house he'd seen. A sheet of butcher paper, scrawled over in crayon, had been taped along one stretch of wall under a long window in a nook between two doors. This hall was painted spring green, its floor a darker, somehow sturdier-looking wood under the plush charcoal rug lining it. Calum's bedroom was at the end of the hall, past a few toys, crayons, and a baby sock that must have escaped attention, and he pushed open the door to properly take it in.
Now that he wasn't desperate for dick, he could actually trust his assessment of the bed size. Which was: fucking enormous. He already knew he could lie flat on it without his feet hanging off even with his head well below the sleigh headboard, and it was even wider than it was long. Calum had to have had the mattress, along with the wooden frame, made custom. The headboard was carved with leaves and vines that curled up the sturdy-looking posts on either side of it.
Oz might have to steal it, once he made some measurements of his home bedroom. Or at least find out where Calum had it made.
The floor here was bird's-eye maple. A deep, rich red rug surrounded the bed and nightstands with about a half-meter border from the sides and foot of the bed, but otherwise, the floor was mostly bare. The wall behind the bed was stone, the exposed sides of the pieces smoother than he would have thought possible and sealed in a way that reminded him of the shine of polished granite to bring out the flecks of color and patterns in the mineral. The other walls were an ivory that showcased the care put into the design.
The wall opposite the door curved outward into a bay window with a built-in seat, next to a french door out to a balcony. The curtains, sleek falls of ombre berry, somehow seemed to glow. An overstuffed, oversized armchair in dove grey stood at an angle in the other corner, its ottoman on the only other rug in the room, this one inky blue. Next to the chair was an exquisite table with a reading lamp and a few books. Calum's dresser stretched along the wall opposite the bed, between the reading area and the bathroom door that still stood open. No TV in the room, which, weird but okay.
He gave himself a mental shake. Enough gawking.
His phone was in his jeans pocket, just like he thought, and he tossed the article of clothing back onto the floor once he retrieved it. Everything else was still strewn about from earlier, and he imagined more would join it at some point. Why pick up now?
'Next time we have lunch, choose whatever place you want. I'm paying.' was the first thing he texted Annie, quickly followed by, 'How are my babies?'
It didn't take long for his phone to buzz with a reply. 'Remember you offered that when the check comes, because I fully plan on bringing Aidan and Finn along.'
Of course she did. Oz supposed that was fair; Calum was Aidan's brother, after all, and he wasn't in any sort of mood to argue with anybody. Especially his sister. Another buzz. 'Chloe and Aileen have been far more content to be in each other's company than pay attention to us but should be winding down soon. Ian and Maeve are already asleep and have wrapped Aidan and Finn around their fingers.'
He started to think there was another reason for Annie putting the girls' playdate together. Leave it to her to have god-only-knew how many plans in motion at once.
Another text came in. 'Are you proud of acting like a teenager on the first proper date I've been able to put you on in years?'
Oz scoffed, a rather above-it-all expression on his face that nobody was around to acknowledge while he typed out an answer. 'I am actually, it's turned out wonderfully. Tell Chloe I love her, and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Call Calum if there is an emergency.'
Because he planned on leaving his mobile exactly where he'd found it, and he did just that.
It didn't take long to find the lounge at the front of the house, but that might have been because it was so big. Besides a door he passed in the hall after he got off the stairs, it was the only room on this branch. The room had to be a good twenty meters long and fifteen deep. Part of the near side was taken up with a gorgeous piano that he decided to ignore. He could only cope with so much. A dollhouse he was 99% sure was custom-made sat on a table to the open side of the sectional couch on the other side of the room, its hinged back hanging open. A brightly-colored toy box was next to the table, a couple of soft toys leaning up against it.
Either Calum had pod children or he'd planned for them to come back here because Oz knew for a fact a room like this usually had toys everywhere, especially since Doyle was older and more mobile than his babies.
He could think about that more later.
"There you are, gorgeous," Calum said from where he was lounging on the couch. The way he had his legs spread had to be intentional, though the effect was a little hurt by the fact that his dog's head was on his leg and he was petting him. "Aidan and Finn are never going to let me hear the end of tonight, Aidan's made that clear. Join me?"
"No wonder Annie likes them so much. She already started with me." Oz gladly took the invitation. He settled against Calum's side, enjoying the warm press of skin-on-skin, and kissed one of those ridiculous cheekbones just because it was in reach. "I told her to call your phone if anything came up. She'll have enough opportunities to say something tomorrow morning, there's no point in leaving my texts open for her."
Calum laughed and slid his arm around Oz's back. "The three of them do work well together. About time, I was starting to think Aidan and Finn were just going to be definitely not queer life partners. They've been housemates well over a decade at this point."
"Confirmed bachelors?" Oz asked, grinning. "It's nice that she finally has someone to boss around. It's taken a lot of pressure off of me lately." He reached over to pet Max, a few of his fingers spread to touch the back of Calum's hand as well. "Maybe I owe them something as well. Let me know if I can help with that cancellation fee or anything."
Calum shook his head. "No worries about that. Like I said, this has been entirely worth it. And I'm going to be getting them something too, so they're covered." He ran his hand along Oz's back. "Sounds like the kids are getting along well. I know I'm going to hear about how Aileen wants to play with Chloe again."
He pressed back into his touch. "We'll have to set up a playdate. I think Chloe would enjoy having some friends outside of an occasional playgroup." Since they were barely holding on to subtlety at this point, Oz went right ahead. "The babies are at a good age for starting to socialize, too. Do you think Doyle is too old for that?"
"He's thirteen months old. Might be more mobile than yours, but otherwise, I think it might be good for him." Calum gave him a wry smile. "He's pretty steady on his feet already. Maybe he'll stop making a break for it for an hour or two at a time."
He nodded, but that reminded him how little time he had before his own babies were bipedal. He did not need to think about babyproofing tonight. Definitely not. "Since my clothes are on your floor and the kids are going to have playdates, I feel like we should know each other's last names."
Calum's face went blank for a moment before he said, with an off, slight smile, "Mine's Kilpatrick."
"Mine's Byrne," Oz replied, wondering why the name Kilpatrick sounded familiar. It took another moment to connect. "The actor Calum Kilpatrick?" It was, definitely, an unnecessary question.
"The very one," Calum answered, his voice even.
No wonder Annie had told him to not be weird. He'd never met an actual actor before, much less been on a date with one.
Oz gave himself a mental frown, not a fan of that line of thought. It felt too similar, if opposite, to people saying they'd never been on a date with a mechanic before. Oz knew he certainly wasn't a fan of being boiled down to something so basic.
"Is Jason Momoa truly like that in real life?" he asked. Maybe there was too long of a pause before he did, but he couldn't do anything about it now.
Calum's shoulders loosened. "He's lovely. And he gives amazing hugs. Be fun to work with him again if I get a chance." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Thanks for not being weird about it."
"I don't like when people are weird about my job either. I imagine it's not quite the same since my job involves fixing people's cars, not making sure people know my face, but..." Oz pursed his lips in distaste, nose wrinkling. "Some people can be rude. I like you far too much to do that."
"I like you too." Calum raised his eyebrows. "So you're a mechanic? Suppose you can have a look under my hood, then."
Snorting in what he could only assume was an unattractive way—was there even an attractive way?—Oz clapped a hand over his mouth, unable to stop his laughter from bubbling out. "I think I already did."
"Suppose that's true.” Calum smirked. “And at one of my crotch rockets."
Laughing loudly, Oz pulled Calum into a fast kiss. "You're a dork," he said, delighted with this discovery. "Did you know your daddy is silly, handsome boy?" he asked Max. The dog's tail thumped against the floor once he was addressed.
"Max knows most of my secrets," Calum said as he leaned forward to give his dog intense-looking scritches around his collar. "Don't you?" he asked Max.
Oz assumed the tail and back foot thumping against the floor were Max agreeing. Or just being ecstatic, whichever.
"Really though," Calum added to Oz, "I'm a lot more likely to let you mess about with my cars if you want now. I thought you were a hobbyist, not a professional."
He shrugged. "It's somewhere in between, honestly. I don't mind doing repairs for friends and family, but restoring cars and selling them is my main focus. I haven't had any complaints about them falling apart yet."
"Long as you're certified. I wouldn't mind otherwise if I didn't have my kids, but…" Calum shrugged. "Has to be safe for them." His mobile chimed, and he grabbed it off the table to check. "Ah, food's here. Be just a minute." He nudged Max's head off his leg. With a heavy sigh, Max switched to resting it on Oz's. "Dramatic," he said, amused, as he stood.
Of course Oz took over petting him, because he wasn't a monster. "I have a few certifications I can show you when you get back," Oz leered, waggling his eyebrows for full effect. Why should Calum be the only one to have fun?
Calum laughed and leaned down to kiss him. “Maybe I’ll give you an oral exam later,” he said as he turned away.
Definitely watching Calum's arse again as he headed for the door—thin, clingy pajama trousers were one of the best inventions—Oz sighed his own heavy sigh once he was out of sight. And hopefully earshot, as he said to Max, "I know how you feel."
Calum came back a few minutes later, boxes of food in hand. He glanced around the room, looking like he was considering, before he said, “I think I want to eat by the pool. How does that sound?”
"Of course you have a pool. That sounds amazing." Nudging Max out of his lap, where he had half ended up while Calum was gone, Oz glanced down at his lack of clothing while he stood. It had been unseasonably warm for April, so they should be okay. Maybe he could snuggle against Calum for body warmth. "Can Max come with us?"
"Not this time. He'd need a bath later, and that's not how I want to spend tonight. He loves the pool." Calum gave Max a Look. "Also, in case he tries again, he knows he's not allowed on most of the furniture besides Aileen's bed. He just takes advantage when people don't know that. Want anything to drink?"
"I'll remember that for the future." Still, Max received one last scratch under his collar before Oz followed Calum. He more than anyone could appreciate bending the rules—and, from this viewpoint, Calum's arse some more. "What do you have? I can grab whatever it is on the way out."
"Oh, it's not outside," Calum said, glancing over his shoulder with a smile. "But yeah, grab me a beer, would you? I've got a mini fridge in there with kid-safe drinks if you want water or juice. Anything else, you can grab from the kitchen."
An indoor pool. Oz thought he might start floating through the air. "A beer sounds nice, actually. It's been a while since I ate without kids around, may as well enjoy it." He was about to ask for directions back to the kitchen and how to find Calum afterward when they went through a door and into the kitchen anyway.
He'd noticed the slate floor before, but that had been about it, and that was only because he'd sat on it. Now, while he walked over to get their beer, he took in the black matte appliances and the pale wood lower cabinets, the blue granite countertops, the glass-doored upper cabinets. There were four stools at the island where Smokey had been sitting, the backs and legs coppery bronze that matched the cabinetry hardware, the seats cushioned in a definitely wipe-clean black material. The sound of beeps caught his attention: Calum entering a code on a keypad by a door.
"Don't want to risk either of the kids getting in unsupervised," he explained, seeing Oz look around.
Oz nodded, in response and approval. It was smart. And also kind of hot. "If Aileen mentions the pool to Chloe at any point tonight, she isn't going to drop it until she gets to come over and see." He realized it moments before he said it, while he moved to stand by Calum again. "I was going to suggest a park with a nice playground for their playdate, but if you wanted something less public, Chloe wouldn't turn down swimming."
"Public is fine," Calum answered. "I've got no issue with people in general knowing what I do, or with them acting like—and I know this sounds douchey—excited fans. It's part of the job, and I'm good at it. It's just an issue with dating." He pushed open the door, letting in a waft of humidity. "But yeah, if it goes well, we can do another here."
Oz might have said something in response. Maybe even something witty or charming, though he doubted it very much. It was hard to care when he was looking at the most gorgeous room in all of Ireland—which, considering the rest of the house, really said something. The entire room made up the middle of the U-shaped building, with both the enormous exterior wall and entire ceiling made of glass. Copper and steel-shaded lights hung suspended from the ceiling, the copper ones lower and steel higher. Treated dark wood flooring surrounded an in-ground pool, and what looked to be a hot tub big enough for at least three giants like him built into the ground beside it. A handful of lounge chairs and a chaise scattered the deck near the glass wall; towards the back was a table with several chairs, near a long, low cabinet and the mini fridge Calum had mentioned.
The air was warm, a bit humid, and smelled faintly of salt instead of chlorine or any other chemicals. Best yet, the entire perimeter of the room was filled with plants: potted trees and hanging flowers, tropical plants of every color, and heavy wooden beams up one wall and across the ceiling to create a trellis for thick twists of vines heavy with leaves.
Calum did not need one speck of help getting laid. For anyone else that did, this room would have done it.
"I call it the atrium," Calum said, pride evident in his voice. "Definitely my favorite room, and much easier than traveling someplace tropical with my kids." He smiled at Oz. "We can swim after we've eaten, if you want."
"Absolutely." It was far more respectful than the, 'Duh!' that immediately formed in his mouth. "How do you even manage to spend time in other parts of the house?" Oz didn't know if he would be able to, if he lived here. He didn't really want to now, as much as he had enjoyed Calum's bedroom.
That got him a grin. "Mostly I do because I have to work and take care of my kids. Doyle's bent on killing himself right now. Living in here would make it much too easy. Once he's a good swimmer, that might change." Calum nudged him with an elbow. "Back at the table to eat, yeah?"
"Yeah." Oz was honestly surprised that he managed to make it to the table without walking right into the pool; he couldn't stop looking around, and seemed to find something new he hadn't noticed before every few seconds.
The fact that Calum pulled out his chair for him didn't escape his notice either. That bashful feeling stole over him again, and he bit his lip to hide any sort of ridiculous smile as he took his seat and handed Calum his beer. "Would you judge me for eating part of my dessert first?"
"Not in the least." Calum turned to the cabinet and made rummaging noises, so Oz took the opportunity to keep taking the room in. A minute later, tapping sounds drew his attention back to the table: Calum had set down forks, napkins, and plastic plates and was now opening his beer bottle. He offered Oz the opener. "I would if the kids were around, but I don't think you'd do it if they were."
"No. It's something I only indulge in when they aren't around." It seemed a doubly true thing for Oz to say as he took the beer opener. "And another perk of skipping the restaurant. I couldn't have ordered dessert first. I certainly wouldn't have had this amazing view." Was he talking about the atrium? Was he talking about Calum? Yes.
Calum, checking box contents, laughed. "I'm sure I could find somewhere you could get dessert first, if you'd like. The view… well, that part might have to wait." He passed Oz one of the smaller boxes. "Your dessert." The one he opened for himself was full of greens. Of course he'd gotten himself a salad. Oz supposed there was a reason only one of them had visible abs.
All he needed to kill any anxiety about not ordering something healthier himself was the memory of Calum running a hand over his stomach and calling him gorgeous. The scent of warm chocolate made his mouth water as he opened his box. Both the fork that Calum had laid out for him and the little container of raspberry sauce that barely had room to squeeze into the corner of the box were ignored in favor of breaking off a large corner with his fingers and popping it into his mouth.
His eyes closed in bliss, and he leaned against the back of his chair with a happy little groan. It was a perfect brownie; chewy and fudgy and honestly begging for vanilla ice cream to go with it. "God, I love chocolate," he mumbled.
A heavy thump made Oz open his eyes to find Calum sitting down and staring at him with a dazed expression.
"I want to make you make that noise again later," Calum said, before Oz could ask if he was okay.
"Should be easy enough," he answered, biting his bottom lip to hide a smile. "You still have to fuck my mouth, don't you?"
“Didn’t realize that could move up my priority list,” Calum said. “But what do you know, it has.” As he picked up his fork, he added, “I want to suck you off at some point, too.”
Oz made himself open the pizza box, and moved one of the larger slices onto the nearest plate. Eating was falling farther and farther down his own list of priorities, but he should make some kind of attempt at keeping to the plan. "You mentioned earlier. Don't worry, I definitely haven't forgotten." He shot Calum a grin before taking a bite.
Okay, maybe eating wasn't quite as far down on his list of priorities as he thought.
Wherever Calum had ordered from had more variety than the usual pepperoni-ham-sausage affair, and the fat-salty-savory combo kicked his appetite almost to the forefront of his mind. Almost. Calum was still sitting right there, without a shirt. He was paid for that for a reason.
"You mentioned you've got a dog and a cat, yeah?" Calum asked as he speared a forkful of salad. "What are they like? Wait, I've got a guess: your dog is the froofy sort."
"Obviously not." A smile broke through his bratty tone. "Lula is too bossy and tiny to be froofy. Princess, though…" Oz shook his head with a chuckle. "Even for a particularly vain cat, she's something else. She likes to join people in the shower and get completely soaked, which I've never heard of another cat doing. Then, once she's dry and fluffy, she prances around to show everyone how pretty she is."
"You thought Pumpkin was weird?" Calum laughed.
"Princess won't scare you half to death by thumping down onto the car roof as way of introduction. Not that she looks scary at all." He wished he had his phone, to be able to show Calum pictures. Not enough to get up and go get it. Oz made a note to show him later. "She's a precious thing and she knows it, all fluff and big blue eyes. If you put a pink bow on her, she could be Marie from The Aristocats."
"And I'm sure she has plenty of pink bows."
"She and Lula both. Bows of every color," he answered with no shame. The fact that his pets had wardrobes shouldn't come as a surprise to anybody who had talked to him for more than thirty seconds. "Chloe has dresses for both of them as well."
"What kind of dog is Lula?"
"A Yorkie."
"And you said she wasn't froofy."
"If you ask her, she isn't. She thinks she's Max's size, when really she's about—" He holds a hand maybe six or seven inches from the tabletop. "—this big. I carry her around in one hand a lot."
Calum looked delighted. "Do you suppose she would like to be a purse dog?"
"I know for a fact she does," Oz laughed. "Chloe has a collection of little backpacks that also double as Lula carriers."
That got him a grin. "I'd like to see that. Will you bring her to the kids' playdate?"
"When it saves me from having to talk Chloe out of it anyway? Of course." He hoped there wasn't anything in his teeth when he smiled back. "I'd ask about Max, but I can't even see you carrying him around for long."
Calum laughed. "No. He's got a pack he wears when we go hiking, though. Carries his own water. He's quite proud of it."
"Maybe he can carry Lula. She'd give up after five minutes and lie down." Oz managed to say that as if hiking were normal for him and he would not want to do the exact same thing. "Please tell me you have pictures of Max with his pack. I'm picturing the backpack version of one of the search-and-rescue St. Bernards."
"Probably do, or I can put it on him in the morning if you'd like to see." Calum reached for the pizza box, taking two slices for himself. "D'you want another?" At Oz's nod, he put a slice on his plate, too. "So, aside from the disclosures of my career, my kids, and being divorced, I do have one other. I'm very, very bad at casually dating."
Oz's heart sank into his stomach. He knew this was going too well to be true. The bite of pizza he took in some attempt to keep his expression neutral was tasteless.
Calum didn't seem to notice, glancing at the table before back at Oz. "I tend to get serious fast, and that doesn't always—or often—work for the other guy. If it won't for you, then I'm fine with being friends after tonight and having our kids have playdates."
Oh. The other kind of bad at casual dating. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too wide, Oz tried his best to answer calmly. "I think it'll work for me just fine."
Calum leaned over the table and kissed him, light and quick. "I'm glad," he said, and picked up his pizza.
Oz let himself give an excited mental scream, just the one. Any more, and he might have started dancing in his chair.
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Of course, there was no way he could refuse Calum's after-dinner offer to go swimming. Oz kept his eyes half open to make sure he didn't bump into a wall while he floated around, but he was otherwise content to let the cool water hold him up and lap over his skin like the slutty summer child he once was.
Why didn't he have a pool? This was absolutely something he was missing.
A soft splash told him Calum had surfaced off to his left. "What's a good memory that doesn't involve your kids?"
The answer came to him after only a second. "Moving into my mom's house after she divorced my shithead father two days after my sixteenth birthday." Talking loud enough to be heard over the water while keeping enough oxygen to stay afloat had been a delicate balance to learn. "Some people would have called it a downgrade. We went from having plenty of space to almost none of our own. It was still the best present I got that year."
"That sounds brave of her." Calum didn't seem to notice the way Oz lifted his head at that, an odd, pleasant twinge running through him. "Are you two close?"
"That's technically a second question."
Calum laughed. "True."
"But yeah, we are."
"So are my mam and me. All right, good memory. I've got five brothers, and our only sister's the youngest. So of course most of us adored her immediately."
"Most?" Oz asked on a laugh.
"Well, Kevan wasn't happy to be deposed as youngest."
He couldn't cackle while he floated; he'd probably drown and that would be horrendously embarrassing. He settled for a snort that couldn't have possibly been attractive. "Makes sense."
"I was ten when she was born and Aidan was almost eleven, and, you know, nineties, so our parents let us mind her while they were running errands. She started walking one of those times, and she was so pleased with herself. Made it easy to prove she really had started, she was all about showing off for everyone until she fell asleep."
"That's precious. I think I remember Annie doing the same thing." Oz lazily made his way toward Calum's voice. "You must have been excited to tell your parents when they came home." Calum finally entered his sideview, a vague human shape in the pleasant flow of greenery. "I don't know how brothers act, but I'm picturing a lot of shoving between you and Aidan as you race to the door."
"Would have been, but one of us had to grab Colleen. I think that was me, so Aidan told them, no shoving involved." Calum grinned at him. "That time. You're not wrong about it happening other times."
Even his casual smiles were pretty. Oz couldn't imagine anyone having an issue with Calum wanting to be serious already. He would be in so much trouble otherwise. "Are you that close with all of your brothers, or just Aidan?" He slowly treaded water to keep from floating away.
"I'm closest to Aidan for sure. Con—second oldest—and I are pretty close too. Liam—oldest—and I have… gotten better, but we didn't get along at all when I was a kid, probably into my twenties. Carey and Kevan and I have good relationships, especially since my breakup. They didn't get on with George at all."
Ew. What kind of name was George? "I gather George is your ex?" Oz asked as blandly as possible. Divorced Calum, stupid name, and apparently didn't get along with the younger of Calum's brothers. This person was impressing Oz less and less.
He had no idea if he would ever meet Calum's family, but he was fairly sure he could win over any younger family members if he did.
"Aye, he is. Aileen's dad. He's got no connection to Doyle." Under Calum's even voice, Oz thought he could hear a lot of feelings about that. Too soon to ask, but that didn't stop him from wanting to know—or from adding a massive reason to his growing list of reasons George sucked. "He usually sees her every couple of weeks or so."
His mom saw Chloe and the twins more than that. Oz bit his tongue and changed the subject. "With that many brothers, Aileen must have her pick of cousins. That sounds nice—I worry about Chloe getting lonely sometimes."
"Yeah, I've got ten nieces and nephews at the moment. She spends a lot of time with my family. Working on making sure she's all right staying with them when she's started school and I have to leave the country for work." He raised an eyebrow at Oz. "Is Annie interested in having kids?"
Ten. Calum's family was becoming more of a clan. "I'm positive it's the reason she wanted to keep the twins tonight," Oz admitted. "I didn't think about it until earlier, but she's probably seeing how the other two are with babies."
Calum laughed. "They're fantastic with them. Got enough practice at this point. They'll dote on your two, if the twins will let them."
"They are in a bit of a shy phase right now, but they should be social with Chloe there. Especially if she's told Aidan and Finn about baby weights. It's the twins' favorite game."
"What are baby weights?"
"It's when you keep the twins strapped into their seats and use them as dumbbells." He tilted his head to grin at Calum. "They crack up. It's the best. I love it more than they do."
Calum looked delighted. "That sounds absolutely adorable. I might ask you to show me when we take the kids on a playdate."
"I'd love to. You'll probably get to see it after brunch tomorrow, if you're there when we leave." He held his breath and sank under the water to straighten in the water, popping up again a moment later. He found Calum after wiping water out of his eyes and smiled. "Do you like to dance?"
"What kind of dancing?" Calum caught the side of the pool and rocked backwards until he was floating on his back.
"Any." He had been delighted to find that he was horribly correct earlier. Calum's abs and chest plus water equaled so much for Oz to ogle.
"I do. Haven't been out to a club in more than a year, but I love that. I've got a lot of ballroom-type dancing I have a decent grasp on too, and that's a lot of fun." He lifted his head a bit. "I prefer to lead."
"I would have never guessed," Oz teased, letting himself drift closer. "You seem like such a follower." His mind flashed back to those iron hands on his shoulders; the shiver he felt wasn't from the surrounding water. "I haven't been dancing in ages. We should go if we can get Annie and your brothers to watch the kids again."
"Which kind would you want to do first?"
"Club," was his immediate answer. Not quite as fast as he had answered Calum's question about more sex earlier, but close. "I'm far better at that than ballroom dancing—I'd have to bother my friend Emily to practice with me before we did that."
"The two of us could practice too." Calum waved a hand, water trailing enticingly down his arm. "I've got plenty of room."
"I appreciate the offer, but there's a problem." Oz didn't try to hide his gaze roaming over Calum before it returned to his (ridiculously hot) face. "I'm certain that whatever we tried to dance would just turn into a mattress tango."
Calum laughed and, much to Oz's disappointment, let his legs sink back underwater. But he made up for it by lifting himself out of the water with his elbows on the edge of the pool behind him. It must have been intentional, the way it showed off his… everything above the water line, really, but like Oz was going to complain about that? "Are you? I'm certain we'd get through however long we decided a practice session should be. We'd practice the mattress tango after." He raised an eyebrow. "If that sounds good to you."
"I'd thought I'd made it obvious earlier that it was good." It'd been a long time since Oz had used his Innocent Face, but it was still easy to put on. "Was I not loud enough?"
Calum's mouth twitched. "Almost. Think you can probably get louder, though. Especially if it's because you've shown good self-restraint while we practice the upright, clothed sort of dancing."
If his legs had been supporting him, they would have gone weak. It wasn't just that Calum had said the word 'good' in relation to Oz; it was the implication that Calum would ask him to do something, and then expect Oz to obey, brat that he was. Heat pooled in his belly, and his pulse felt hot under unsubmerged skin.
"I can always be louder." It wasn't the wittiest or most flirtatious reply, but it was the best Oz could pull from his restarting brain.
“Can you?” Calum grinned at him. “Want to go upstairs and show me?” He paired that with turning and lifting himself out of the pool. Oz could spend a long time watching water roll down his back and arse. But probably not on the first date.
“Well, since you offered." Like he hadn't been keeping himself from bringing the same thing up for the past ten minutes of conversation. He was glad he'd already moved nearer to the edge of the pool; he didn't have to go far before he could lift himself out, which meant no internal debate about the sexiest way to swim back.
In the time it had taken Oz to get out of the pool, Calum had wrapped a towel around his waist, and was waiting to hand him one like it. It was giant and fluffy, and to Oz's surprise, warm like it was out of the dryer. He half snuggled his face into the soft fabric while swiping it over his hair. "Is everything here amazing?" he asked, and wrapped the towel around himself.
Calum gave him a crooked smile. “Let’s be honest, what’s the point of my job if I can’t spoil myself and my kids?” Oz followed as he walked over to a tall cabinet. “I think you’ll love this,” he added, and swung the cabinet forward to reveal a staircase inside the wall. “Goes to my room.”
"Seriously?"
Had he gotten into a car crash earlier that evening, on the way to his mom's to pick up the kids? Was he in some sort of coma this time, having the best coma dream ever? The water dripping around Oz's feet was the only thing that kept him from running over to peek in the secret doorway; he walked, like an adult, and saved himself the embarrassing concussion. The cabinet had looked completely normal when Calum walked up to it—whatever was on the shelves must be fixed in place—and the stairway up was well-lit and inviting.
"My house is going to seem so boring when you see it," Oz complained. "It doesn't have any of these insta-laid features."
“Has you, doesn’t it?”
Heat rushed to his face. Covering his face with one hand, he bumped a shoulder against Calum's. "Flirt."
“Only a bit,” Calum said, “now, anyway. Honestly I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock the last five minutes, so I do mean it. Come on.”
As if Oz could do anything other than follow him after that. Calum might as well have held an invisible leash.
The door at the top of the stairway opened into an unfamiliar room; Oz realized it was a closet as he walked through the doorway. He laughed when Calum opened the door to the bedroom itself. "Are you coming out of the closet with me?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Calum shot him a grin. "There's plenty of fun to be had once we do." He caught his hand and pulled him forward, reaching up to kiss him at the same time. Oz leaned into his kiss and touch both as Calum ran his free hand over Oz's chest, palming one of his nipples. "What's going to get you to make the most noise for me, sweet?"
He found the edge of Calum's jaw with his teeth. "I want you to bite my shoulders and chest more," Oz said against his skin. "If you aren't in a hurry." The towel around Calum's waist was soft against his pinky finger as he ran a hand across those ridiculous abs, feeling all of the lines and dips between muscles.
"I don't see any reason to rush." Calum kissed the corner of his jaw and nuzzled towards his ear. "You seem like a bit of a hedonist, sweet." He kissed the patch of skin just below Oz's ear, a lingering press that made him whine through his teeth. "If it's something you want, I'd like to suck you til you come and then fuck you again."
"I absolutely want," he croaked, beyond caring what his voice sounded like. If there was any chance he sounded insincere—which had to be miniscule—his cock had very obviously hardened beneath his towel as soon as Calum offered. "I want to see you when you fuck me this time. Please?" Oz didn't think the small beg was really needed. He just wanted to know Calum's reaction.
Calum pulled back, and his answering grin made Oz's blood warm. "When you ask sweetly like that, I think you could have anything you want." He hooked a finger in the towel around Oz's waist, pulling it loose to let it drop to the floor. He wasn't hard enough to spring into place with the towel gone, but it wouldn't be long getting there. Calum's gaze roamed over him like a physical touch, dark and calculating.
"That's a dangerous thing to tell me," Oz warned him, absentmindedly; he felt every inch of his skin with Calum looking over him like that. In an attempt to ground himself, he slid his hands over Calum's stomach and chest and arms, greedily feeling all those hard muscles and warm skin. He was perfectly fine leaving Calum's towel where it was. For now. The implied power imbalance would only outweigh seeing Calum naked again for so long.
"You'll just have to be good, won't you? Not abuse it." Calum watched how Oz's cock twitched upward at that and bit his lip. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're so gorgeous. Come on. I need you on the bed."
Oz had every intention of following him into the bed—he'd be insane not to—but then Calum went and wrapped a hand around his cock to lead him there, and he nearly came before they even started. He let out a broken whimper and obediently followed, dripping precum down Calum's fingers as he did. Either the amazing sex earlier hadn't taken the edge off like he thought, or he absolutely had lost all self-control.
The fact that it could be one as much as the other probably meant something. Oz found it extremely difficult to be concerned about it at just that moment.
"Do you need it that badly?" Calum rubbed his thumb under the head of his cock. Oz's knees almost buckled but he kept after him without losing a step. "Poor darling," he murmured, turning to face Oz. He ran his hands over Oz's shoulders and chest, guiding him toward the bed. Oz leaned into his touch. "It's been too long since someone has taken care of you, hasn't it?"
He couldn't even answer that without embarrassing himself; he was sure his expression was undone and needy enough as it was. He was in so, so much trouble. Oz was glad when he bumped into the bed with the back of his legs. It meant he could let his knees finally give out. Calum kissed him, deep and sweet, as he heavily sat on the edge of the bed and whined into Calum's mouth. He arched up to follow Calum when he pulled back, but those hands were on his shoulders again and Oz stilled like Calum had pushed him back instead of touched him.
"What do you want from me, gorgeous?" Calum asked him, his voice low and rough.
Oz looked up at Calum and registered the words through wool. There was just enough awareness left for him to know it was a question, which meant he had to answer. Knowing that and actually being able to were very different things. How close he was to subspace, the pulling allure of it after so long, had grabbed his tongue and wouldn't let go.
Even by his own hand, the slap to his cheek was hot and stinging, but his head felt clearer when he blinked up at Calum again. There was a hitch in his chest when he found Calum frowning. Just a little frown, but it wasn't what Oz wanted.
"Not a fan of that." Calum's voice was softer, but not disappointed. The hitch in Oz's chest relaxed, and was replaced with warmth when Calum cupped his still-stinging cheek. He leaned into the calloused touch, almost nuzzling against his palm. "I'll do it for you, if you'd like."
Oz could have purred. He might have; he certainly wasn't in any mind to notice. "I'll come if you do," he answered, beyond shame. "Don't want that, just… wanted to be able to answer you."
"We'll work that out later, then." Caressing his thumb over Oz's cheekbone, Calum asked again, "What do you want from me, sweet? Now that you've got your words back."
His answer was fast now. "Wanna go down." There was a vague thought that they were skipping some talking first, but he could feel his dick throbbing at every pulse point and it was difficult to care. "And everything I said before. Biting and your hands on me." He smiled lazily, eyes falling half closed. "Said you'd play with my tits."
Calum cursed under his breath. Oz was still aware enough to see his cock twitch under his towel, and a small wave of smugness rolled through him. It melted to something tender and fragile when Calum pressed a kiss against his forehead. "Are you okay with the color system if I want to check in?"
"Yessir," he answered, words slurred together.
The hand still on his shoulder tightened before Calum leaned down to bite his bottom lip. "Good." He grinned at the full body shiver that overtook Oz. "Want me to slap your tits when I play with them, princess?"
Fuck. Oz leaned heavily into Calum's hands, groaning. He had to fist his hands in the bedding to keep from touching himself. "Please," he whined.
Calum bit his own lip, the hand on Oz's shoulder trailing down to pinch one of his nipples. Oz practically sobbed, arched into the pain to chase it and stilled again when Calum's hand went back to his shoulder. "One more question, then we can get to it, yeah?" Once Oz nodded, he continued. "Do you want my permission to come or not?"
What a bastard question, even if Oz loved it. He just wanted this beautiful, strong man to make him come in any way possible. Still, he found the last of his words with a small, sly grin. "Will you please slap me when you want me to come?" he begged.
He watched with as much pride as his bloodless brain could manage as Calum's eyes darkened. The hand Calum had on his shoulder slid to the back of his neck, and Calum gave him a gentle shake that made his spine go liquid. “Each time or just the first?”
Oz bit his lip and looked up from under his lashes. "At least the first?"
"My choice after that, is it? All right, sweetheart, I'll make sure you know you can even if I don't slap you again." Calum gave him a crooked smile. "Make all the noise you want, handsome boy, I'll love hearing you." He circled his thumb around Oz's nipple and bit his jaw, hard enough there might be bite imprints when he let up. Oz squeaked, something he'd deny if he wasn't well on his way down, but that kind of lie didn't exist in the same universe as his head. Calum let up and dragged his tongue over where he'd bitten before asking, "What's your color?"
Oh, that was an easy one. "Green," he answered. He felt himself melting into the hand at his neck. "Green as your eyes."
The skin around those eyes crinkled when Calum smiled, and Oz was powerless against smiling back. He hoped it was his best smile. "You're a sweet-talker even when you're down," Calum told him.
He blushed, of all ridiculous things, and nuzzled into Calum's hand to hide his face. "I like your eyes," was the only thing he could find to murmur.
"You're so adorable I almost don't want to smack your tits." He pinched Oz's nipple again. "Almost." Both Calum's hands left for just a horrible second before they shoved him flat against the bed and held him there for Calum to sink his teeth into the lower curve of Oz's pec.
Oz yelled, trailing off into a moan as his vision whited out. The pain crested sharply into pleasure and his hips bucked off the bed as he came over his stomach, untouched and not slapped. His face burned as soon as his neurons swam close enough to each other to form any sense of awareness. That hadn't been the plan. He covered his too-warm face with his hands as something small in his chest tempted him to curl onto his side, even with the shivers that still ran through him.
Oz ignored it and peeked out at Calum between his fingers. "Mighta been longer than a year for me," he muttered in apology.
Calum kissed the mark that was probably going to bruise, god that had felt good. "That’s all right, princess, I’m taking it as a compliment." He sounded smug enough that Oz spread his fingers enough to see his grin. He ran a hand up along Oz's right side. "D'you want to take a bit, stop, or keep going?"
"Keep goin'." Oz dropped his hands back to the bed, and almost looked at Calum head-on before stopping at the last moment to peek from under his eyelashes. "M'not in trouble?"
Calum’s grin softened into a smile. “No, sweet, you’re not in trouble.” He eeled up to kiss Oz gently, cupping his jaw in one hand. “Still want me to slap you, or will that feel like I’m punishing you now?”
The question almost had him purring. Oz's own smile bloomed to answer Calum's, and he nuzzled into Calum's palm. "Bet your hands feel so good. Please still slap me?"
"It would be my pleasure, darling." Calum gave him another kiss before pulling away to rise up on his knees, swing over Oz's leg to kneel by his hip, and take off his towel, finally. He dragged it along Oz's stomach to clean him up and pinned Oz's shoulder with his other hand. "What if I want to suck you right now? Would you like that?"
"It's gonna hurt," he whined, even as he nodded a very enthusiastic affirmation. At least he thought he did. Calum's cock was hard and heavy and distracting, being right fucking there.
Calum tossed the towel to the foot of the bed. "I think you'll like if it does."
Oz's hips bucked off the bed when Calum wrapped a hand around him. He had barely started to soften and was still sensitive; the first slow stroke ached as much as it felt good. Calum hadn't been wrong, either. His hips lifted again to meet Calum's downstroke, and the hand pinning his shoulder moved to push him back against the mattress. Oz moaned pitifully and gave a futile thrust against Calum's hands before relaxing.
"There you go, princess, I've got you." Calum kept his tone sweet as he gave him another slow agonizing stroke. "You'll stay right there so I can play with those gorgeous tits of yours, won't you?"
How was he supposed to do anything else? When Calum released his hip, Oz stayed where he had been put. He was rewarded with Calum starting to stroke him in earnest and another of those ridiculously sexy smiles.
"Good boy," Calum told him, before bending to bite one of Oz's nipples.
It wasn't the same sudden sharp bite as last time. Calum barely took the hard nub between his teeth, gently increasing the pressure until the building pleasure passed into a sweet ache and Oz was whining again. This time, he paused after his downstroke to caress Oz’s balls, and Oz’s legs slid apart without his permission. Calum kissed his nipple and bit just next to it, harder, sucking at the skin. Oz didn’t know if he was even audible to human ears at this point. He pushed his hips back against the bed instead of being naughty, but his legs had minds of their own. One of his knees had winged itself out to the side, leaving him exposed and begging. Calum ignored what Oz’s legs were doing and smacked his other nipple just as he ran his thumb over the head of Oz’s cock.
Oz jerked against the sheets, his eyes rolling. Maybe it was a good thing he came already; he'd be fighting against it then otherwise. As it was, his cock twitched in Calum's hand, hardening along with his abused nipples. "Please," he whimpered, not knowing or caring what he was even begging for.
"Please?" Calum sat up and raised an eyebrow at Oz. His lips were all shiny and swollen, just from paying attention to Oz's tits, and Oz maybe felt a little faint. "You ask so sweetly, princess, how can I say no? But you've got to hold your tits together for me so I can play with them while I suck your cock."
How could he do anything but unwind his hands from the blankets and push his pecs together, while Calum leaned backwards towards his nightstand? His mouth watered at the sight of all those muscles. Not just Calum's incredible abs and slabs of pecs but also those little ones between his ribs too, standing out taut with the stretch for the long moment until Calum straightened, a row of condoms and bottle of lube in his hand. They were almost enough that Oz hadn't paid attention to his club of a cock. Almost.
Calum slapped a casual hand down on the mounds of Oz's tits, which did jerk his eyes from Calum's cock up to his crinkled eyes. Oz moaned and pushed his shoulders back, presenting his tits for Calum's attention. "Look at you, sweet, you're so bloody good, aren't you?"
He couldn't hide his face with his hands occupied. Burying his face in his shoulder didn't feel the same somehow.
Calum chuckled. His hand went away and then Oz heard tearing foil. "Princess, I can't slap that pretty blush if you're hiding it from me." He rolled the condom onto Oz's cock as he spoke.
His cock twitched in Calum's hand, and it was impossible for Oz to know if it was the words or the action that did it. Probably both. Whining, he looked at Calum from the corner of his eye before peeling his face away from his shoulder. Calum wore that sexy smile again, and it widened as Oz looked at him.
"Good boy." With that, Calum bent over his cock and swallowed half of him down in one go.
When Oz came back to awareness, it was a complete shock that he hadn't come again, or let go of his chest, or wrapped his legs around Calum's head. Calum's arm across his thighs, keeping his legs against the mattress, was probably responsible for the last part. He willed them to relax; he could be good, and Calum seemed to want them there.
A moment after he made his thighs relax, Calum stroked across his thigh to cup his balls, fingertips exploring the sensitive skin. Oz whimpered, pushing his head back into the mattress, and Calum rolled his nipples with his other hand. His tongue stayed busy the whole time.
Oz moaned, loud, when he found a sensitive spot through the condom. It quickly turned to keening as Calum stayed focused on massaging it with his tongue. He was panting by the time Calum switched up, curling his hand around the base of Oz's cock and starting to bob his head in earnest right before he smacked Oz's tits again.
His back arched off the bed as he cried out, the sharp pain dancing with pleasure deep in his stomach. The mattress caught Oz like a cloud when he fell back to the sheets, and whines tore from his throat in place of the writhing he wanted to do. He almost didn't hear Calum moaning around him, but the vibrations from it shot right through him.
Calum's hand slipped from Oz's cock back to his balls, and his own cock nudged, hot and heavy, against Oz's hip as he took more of Oz's cock in his mouth. Oz could feel the spasm of a gag reflex before he backed off a little. He squeezed Oz's tits roughly, pinching and kneading, and when Oz arched into it, a spot of hot wetness smeared across his hip when Calum's cock bumped it again. He had to tense his legs and press them against the bed to keep his hips from bucking at the contact, as his stomach pulled low and tight.
"Please!" he sobbed, the word broken and torn from him.
Calum didn't make him beg any more than that. His hand cracked across Oz's cheek, the hot sting burning away most of his restraint. Oz wailed as he came, his back arching tight and his vision blanking out. When he came back to, Calum was stroking his inner thighs and smiling at Oz like his own cock wasn't steadily drooling and painfully hard. If he’d had the ability to move, Oz would have lunged at him like a starving man going for a meal. As it was, he couldn't even move his hands off of his chest where they had relaxed.
"Hey," he slurred instead, feeling too good to feel ridiculous. "Want some help wi'that, sir?" He attempted a nod toward the cock in question.
Calum's smile widened even as his cock jerked. "Still want me to fuck you, baby?" He pressed a soft kiss to Oz's stomach. "You're beautiful, you know that?"
Aftershocks ran through him like a shiver. Hiding his blush seemed like too taxing of a task this time. "Fuck me hard?"
"My absolute pleasure, sweet." Calum dealt with the used condom in a few quick moves and settled between Oz's legs. He spread them wide for him, past any point of shame, and was rewarded with Calum leaning in to kiss him, his hands curling around Oz's where they lay limp against his chest. "Aren't you a needy boy," he murmured as he pulled away. "You can do whatever you want with your hands, long as you don't touch my cock. I don't know if I could hold out if you do."
Oz squeezed Calum's fingers. "Can't. You have my hands," he giggled with a lazy smile.
Calum grinned and kissed the back of his right hand. "Well, I'll let you have this one back." He squeezed Oz's fingers back and let his hand go. "Mine has other things to do." He stroked along Oz's thigh until he reached Oz's knee, which he guided up until his foot was flat on the bed and his knee winged out to the side. "God, you look so good, sweet."
"Takes one to know." He trailed his fingers up Calum's left arm, tracing the lines of his muscles. When he heard the cap on the lube open, Oz lifted his hips more on instinct than decision.
"Look at how responsive you are,"Calum marveled. Oz felt his face heat again, but his hands were much too occupied to hide behind them. "God, I bet you make the sweetest noises when you get rimmed." A cool, wet fingertip stroked over his hole.
Oz whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut. Forcing himself to open his eyes, he felt his heart flip at the awed expression on Calum's face. He was still too relaxed for Calum to find much resistance when he slid a finger into him. In response, Oz slid his hand over Calum's shoulder and down his chest, palming one of his pecs. He felt Calum's heartbeat under his hand, steady, strong, and fast, like he was as close to being as overwhelmed as Oz felt.
"I usually like taking my time for this part, but I need you so badly, baby,"Calum told him, his tone as sweet as his words, even if his voice had roughened. Another finger probed at Oz's hole, tugging lightly at the rim. "And you're being so good, opening up for me this easily. Fuck, I bet if you'd had a plug in you, we'd only need a bit of lube."
Oz lifted his hips again as Calum worked a second finger into him. He let his hand drop from Calum's chest to grip at the muscle of his thigh. Somehow he remembered to avoid Calum's cock, which looked painful now. Beyond words again, Oz had to settle for a pleading noise.
"Not yet, princess." Calum lifted their joined hands to kiss the back of Oz's again, while he twisted the fingers of his other hand. Oz writhed, moaning pitifully, when Calum's knuckles dragged against his prostate. "One more finger and I can be in you, but you won't take long for that, will you, sweet?"
He only shook his head. Calum could ask him to do anything at that point, and he'd do whatever it was as fast as he could. Oz watched Calum's face through just open eyes, something deep underneath subspace preening at the naked want in his expression. That such a beautiful and strong man—and there was no denying he was, when Calum was over him with muscles as thick as his cock—looked that way for him. Oz barely had time to whine when Calum pulled his fingers back before he pressed in with three. He sighed, content. Better.
He closed his eyes when Calum leaned over him to kiss him, rough and claiming. When he felt both of Calum's hands leave him, Oz whined a wordless complaint that was quickly silenced by Calum biting his bottom lip. The sudden, sharp pain ran through him like fire and left him limp.
Well. Not all of him. Oz had barely recovered enough to be half-hard, but it didn’t seem to change much there.
Calum lifted Oz's right leg as he pulled away, settling his knee over one of those strong shoulders. He pressed a small kiss to the inside of Oz's leg and took his hand in his clean one again. Oz just managed to give his hand a squeeze as Calum lined himself up.
He barely had enough time and awareness to see the condom Calum had rolled on before he fucked into him in one steady thrust. Calum didn't give him a moment like he had earlier, just fucked him hard and piston steady. Oz truly did his best to roll his hips to meet every thrust. Mostly he just took it, sobbing and moaning loud enough to drown out the fast, hard slap of skin on skin.
He wasn't close to coming or even building toward an orgasm, but it felt fucking amazing anyway.
That extra edge of control gave Oz the chance to watch from under his lashes as Calum fucked him. Some faraway part of him realized that he wouldn't have been able to properly appreciate the view earlier, if Calum had turned him on his back. He'd have been too busy trying not to come even faster than he had.
And it wasn't even the whole of him, as glorious as Calum was. It was the little things that caught what remained of Oz's attention. The muscle that stood out when Calum clenched his jaw. The cords that equally stood out in his neck. A vein on his forearm when he slid a hand over Oz's stomach. His face was flushed under still damp hair, a bead of sweat just starting to build on his temple. How Oz could barely see the green of his eyes for how dilated his pupils were, and how his eyelashes made up for it.
Calum leaned down to kiss him, moving slowly until it was clear that Oz was flexible enough to let him. Oz wrapped his free leg around Calum's waist and his arms around that strong back, moaning into his mouth when the new angle felt even better, and held on.
"Wanna see you," he gasped against Calum's cheek. His stubble scratched at Oz's lips, and he fought to keep his eyes open.
"I know, baby," Calum mumbled in response between heavy breaths. He kissed him one more time before lifting up just enough to meet Oz's gaze. The rhythm of his thrusts had started to falter. "Think you can come again?"
Oz shook his head without regret. "Still feels good," he assured him. What an understatement. "So good to me."
Calum nodded, his eyes already losing focus. God, Oz loved getting to see it and pay attention. His teeth sank into that red, wet lower lip on a moan as his hips stuttered, his cock so deep inside Oz it felt like no one had ever reached that far. He nuzzled against Oz’s cheek when he finished and kissed somewhere near his ear. “D’you want me off you?” he rasped. Not that he’d let his weight fall on Oz yet, as if Oz couldn’t take that.
"Need my leg back." Without other things distracting him, Oz had started to feel the burn in the back of his thigh from where Calum had his knee pressed to his chest. "Then want you back on me." Something jiggled in what was left of his train of thought. "Please," he absentmindedly added. Fuck, Calum was beautiful.
Calum kissed the corner of his mouth and lifted off, and out while he was at it. Oz stretched his leg free while Calum disposed of the condom, and tugged at Calum with a pout and wide eyes after. Calum grinned and sank down on top of him, his forearms braced on either side of Oz’s head while he kissed him. “You're amazing,” Calum told him after.
"Those're my words." He wrapped his arms around Calum again, and settled for framing his waist with his knees instead of fully wrapping them around too. "You're amazing," he said anyway. "Fucked me so good."
“You take it beautifully, princess.” Calum shifted his weight to one arm and cupped Oz’s face. “And you're a delight to dom.”
Oz leaned into his touch with a happy hum. "I've missed being a slut," he giggled. "Been years." Tightening his hold on Calum, Oz leaned up to nuzzle the muscled curve between his neck and shoulder. Calum still smelled faintly of saltwater from the pool underneath fresh sweat, and Oz knew they both felt how his cock gave a small twitch from it. "So good to me, sir."
“I’m glad to have given you the chance.” Calum stroked his cheek with his thumb, eyes drifting over Oz’s face. “I’ve missed sex. You’re a gift, breaking my dry spell like this.”
He found the energy to give Calum a smile. "Want to go again in the morning?"
Calum scoffed, smiling. “Do I want to go again.” He kissed Oz’s cheek, nuzzling a little, his stubble catching against Oz’s cheek. “Of course I do, sweet. If I were to do anything from tonight in the morning, would you want me to do anything differently?”
He bit his tongue to stop himself from answering immediately. He hadn't been out of the scene long enough to be blasé about aftercare—or, at least, he couldn't act like it. Oz ran Calum's actions back as coherently as he could, and couldn't find any complaints. "You didn't bite me enough," he pouted. Couldn't find any true complaints. "I know your mouth was occupied for part of it, and I appreciate no teeth there, but." He poked out his bottom lip. "You said."
"I did say, princess, I'm sorry. D'you want me to bite you more in the morning?"
Oz didn't have to pretend to whine as his pout deepened into something honest.
Calum's grin was so pretty it almost drove Oz to distraction. When he leaned in and bit Oz's jaw, it took him the rest of the way. Oz sank back into that hazy, warm place with a shameless moan. He thought he heard Calum mutter something about sleeping in as he nibbled down the side of Oz's throat, and then Calum wasn't talking anymore because he was busy sucking a hickey just below Oz's collarbone. His hand came up to cradle Oz's cheek, his thumb brushing against Oz's mouth. Oz kissed at it, whining a little, and Calum took pity on him and bit his nipple.
Oh, he was being spoiled. Got to focus on everything separately, all in one night. The least he could do was be a good boy and push his tits together for Calum's teeth. Calum stopped biting him to say, “Good,” and then bit hard just below his aureole, sucking on it for just a second before giving his other tit a matching bite.
Then he took his hand and mouth away, but he kissed Oz while he adjusted them both with his knees. Oz understood after the second nudge to his inner thigh and let his legs sprawl out loosely. Calum settled on his knees between Oz's thighs and somehow got one hand off the mattress and into Oz's hair instead and his mouth back down to Oz's chest without lowering his own hips at all. “Color?” Calum checked, his lips hovering just above Oz's chest. If he pushed up just a little he'd get to touch.
“Green,” was the only reasonable answer, and then he didn't even have to push up, Calum lowered his mouth instead and his stubble rubbed a shiver through Oz before his teeth nipped and caught a little pinch of skin.
The sharp line of pain that came with it had Oz keening high in his throat. His cock twitched between them, even though Oz didn't think he could actually go again. Not after three times already, even with how amazing Calum was. "Please, harder," he gasped anyway.
Calum's teeth went away for just a second and then nipped him again, but lighter, enough to make Oz whine. “I'll go,” he said with another little nip, “at my own pace, princess.”
It was the touch of scolding in Calum's voice that made Oz purr. It was difficult to stop and put his pout back on. "Mean," he fondly said.
Calum chuckled and nipped him again. “I know, I'm cruel.” His eyes flicked up to Oz's face. “Color?”
"Green as Ireland," was his immediate answer. He didn't even have to think about it.
“Thank you.” Calum nipped him again and flicked his tongue over his nipple before biting it, that firm steady pain that made Oz arch and gasp. “Pretty noises,” he murmured when he let up a moment later, pressing a kiss over it.
"'ll make as many as you want," he promised, words spilling over each other. "Spoilin’ me."
Calum rubbed his raspy chin over Oz's chest, drawing a whine from him. “You're fun to spoil.” He sank his teeth into the flesh above his nipple, sucking at what he had in his mouth.
Oz sobbed, arcing into Calum's teeth. With the little thinking ability left to him, he hoped his chest would be marked up and bruised by morning. He'd put up with wearing a shirt around the house until they faded. One of his hands left his chest to find Calum's hand, and he squeezed, needing an anchor. He felt Calum's hand clench around the sheet in response.
For a heartstopping moment, he thought Calum was going to stop when he took his mouth away, and then his teeth sank back into the meat of Oz's tit near his hand. He shook his head a little, his teeth tugging and dragging at Oz's skin.
He cried out with a rough voice, the pain pricking behind his eyes as his head rolled back against the mattress. Oz grasped at Calum's hand, desperate to keep from floating away in the current of bubbles rushing through his bloodstream. "Good," he panted, surprised he could find the word.
Not even Calum's hand under his could keep him anchored under the next bruising bite. He could feel tears escaping the corners of his eyes and hear his own cries at the beautiful brutality of Calum's teeth, and neither of those mattered. All that mattered was the clench of Calum's hand under his, the occasional tug to his hair, and the teeth marking him. He could have floated there forever, in that warm sweet-pain space.
Calum had other ideas, though. The bites eased after some time, gentling to nips and soft open-mouthed bites that felt like toothy kisses, until he rubbed his prickly face across Oz's chest. Oz nearly levitated off the bed with a yelp, his nipples were so hypersensitive.
Calum chuckled and kissed one. “Can't keep you down forever,” he said, sounding a little apologetic. “I could go again. D’you want to help with that, sweet, and then we'll bring you up for the night?”
Oz somehow looked away from him and judged how far he would have to move to reach the edge of the mattress. Then he judged if he would be able to move at all, before he realized with a thrill that Calum might probably be able to move him if need be. Or if he asked sweetly enough. "D'you still want to fuck my mouth, sir? If I can get my head over the edge of the bed?"
“I would love to fuck your mouth.” Calum gave his tits one last messy, open-mouthed kiss before he leaned in enough to kiss Oz's mouth. “Are you going to need help moving, princess? You look like your bones aren't quite there.”
He made sure to keep his tone sweet. "Maybe a little help? If it isn't too much trouble?" If he wasn't too much person. Calum holding him down was different than lifting him.
“I think I can manage.” Calum kissed him again, biting his lip gently before he asked, “Ever hurt your shoulders?”
Oz shook his head no to answer. He didn't try to stop his lips dragging against Calum's when he did. "Not my shoulders. Hurt my collarbone as a kid though." Sort of. That was a lot to get into right now.
Calum nodded and didn't ask for details. “Tell me if anything starts to hurt immediately when I'm moving you.” There was a delicious firm note backing his words that made his earlier hint of scolding seem like nothing.
Oz basked in the shivers it sent down his spine. "Promise I will." He even managed to lift a finger to his ruined chest and mark an x.
That earned him a smile and a rich, warm, “Good boy.” He got another kiss and a soft bite to his jaw, and then Calum pushed himself upright, and look at that, he could definitely go again. And Oz was going to get to have all that hard cock in his mouth again soon.
Calum moved a little stiffly as he got off the bed, but he didn't complain, and he smoothed out by the time he bent to hook his forearms under Oz's armpits. Oz smiled up at him dopily, and Calum smiled back, dropping a kiss on his mouth before hauling him up to where his head could dangle off the side of the bed in one smooth, powerful pull.
That one move was able to do what a second round of amazing sex hadn't. He hardened so fast that it hurt in a way that felt like a warning. "Can't again, please ignore that," he gasped. "Fuck, you're strong." Oz tipped his head back over the side of the mattress, whining as Calum's cock filled his vision.
“Oh, I'll bet you could, but I’ll leave your lovely cock be.” Calum tweaked one of Oz's nipples, making him squeak. “D’you want me to stop playing with your tits yet, sweetheart?”
"Please don't." He'd probably regret that, but oh well. "Strawberry condom again?"
“You like strawberry, sweet?” Calum spread his hand across Oz's chest, stroking a little with his fingertips as he reached into Oz's favorite drawer.
"I do. But I like just about anything over the flavor of latex." Sighing when Calum pulled a condom from the drawer, Oz answered his smile with one of his own.
“Look at that throat.” Calum touched the side of Oz's neck lightly before he tore open the condom. “So handsome. How much do you think you can take?” He rolled the condom on as he spoke.
"Dunno. Let's find out." He tilted his head back and opened his mouth in invitation, linking his hands over his stomach. He probably didn't need to whine but Calum seemed to like it.
Calum traced the head of his cock over Oz's lower lip. “You can leave your hands there and give me a push if you need me to slow down or stop,” he said like Oz wasn't drooling for more, “or you can put them on my arse and squeeze if you need me to. Your choice.”
"Push for stop, squeeze for more?" Oz suggested without moving his mouth away.
“All right,” Calum agreed. “I'm going to start slow, no matter how much you whine about it, princess.”
Oz knew that was fair: it didn't stop the aforementioned whining. It quickly became a moan when Calum pushed forward into his mouth. He sealed his lips around Calum's shaft and massaged the head with his tongue with a hum. Strawberry. Above him, Calum let out a soft groan. He pushed Oz's tits together and dragged his thumbs over his nipples. He eased his cock in more, until the underside grazed against Oz's soft palate, then pulled back and gave his mouth a gentle little thrust.
Oz let out a content moan, his eyes fluttering shut. He slid his hands up Calum's forearms before reaching back for his hips. Not grabbing his ass, but ready when he wanted to. He worked his tongue while he still could, curling it around Calum's shaft as he slid in and out of his mouth. Calum ran a hand down to Oz's belly before squeezing a handful of him, not hard but firm, like he'd grabbed Oz's tits, like his belly was just as sexy.
His cock twitched hard enough to ache. Oz's answering whimper was muffled. He squeezed Calum's hips before sliding back to his arse, where he shamelessly groped.
Calum had said he was going to go slow, but Oz didn't expect it to be so excruciating, Calum's cock pushing just a little further on each stroke like Oz even had a gag reflex to worry about that high up. No matter how he whined and sucked and worked his tongue and grabbed Calum's arse, he went at his own pace. It made Oz's balls ache. And when he got ambitious and tried to take a little initiative, Calum dropped the hand he still had on Oz's tits to twine his fingers in the hair over Oz's left ear and grip. “Remind me,” Calum asked around a groan, “who's in charge at the moment?”
Whining, Oz tapped a finger against Calum's hip. He certainly wasn't going to free his mouth to answer. Maybe the way his dick was dripping onto his stomach would answer for him.
“That's right. Now be a good boy for me, Oz, and relax your throat all the way.”
What could he do but moan and obey, and ignore his aching cock? It took a few moments to will his throat to relax, and he tapped Calum's hip again to let him know to keep going.
“You're such a good boy, Oz.” The praise came out a little ragged, making him want to preen all the more. Calum didn't take forever this time, thank god, just pushed slow and steady all the way down his throat until Calum's balls were right up against his eyelids, his nose buried in neatly trimmed pubes. Calum only stayed there a too-short moment, but as he started to pull back, he let go of Oz's hair and slapped his hand down smack across his swollen nipples and bruised tits.
The whine that had started when Calum started to pull back turned into a muffled wail as the sudden, sharp pain pushed him to orgasm again. It was so good but it ached. Tears pricked at his eyes again, rolling down his temples. He kicked at the mattress, arching to keep from writhing with Calum's dick still in his mouth.
“Good boy,” Calum crooned over him. He rubbed whatever Oz had managed to produce into his belly. “I thought you could go again, handsome.” He pushed back into Oz's throat. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
His breathing was fast and ragged through his nose, and he was almost dizzy with the scent of Calum's cock. Swallowing around him before he could pull back, Oz returned his hands to Calum's arse and squeezed.
He had been a good boy; he got his reward, Calum thrusting a little harder into his throat and holding it a little longer. He would have chanced his luck and done it again, but Calum gave one of his nipples a rough twist that had him sobbing with the sparks trying to sizzle down to his poor dick. He sobbed right around the head of Calum's cock, while Calum just thrust back into his throat at his own pace.
He couldn't be happier to take it. One of his hands left Calum's arse to wrap lightly around his own neck, moaning loudly as he felt Calum in his throat. Calum kneaded at his tits with one hand and grabbed one of his love handles in the other as he sped up, his thumb caressing it. He sounded like he was cursing, but the slap of his balls against Oz's face and the sounds Oz was making sort of blurred his words, right up until, “Princess,” cut through the haze.
There was no way to ask Calum to repeat himself, if he had missed anything. Oz was glad to assume that whatever he had said would be something good. Fuck, everything else so far had been beyond amazing. He tapped at Calum's hip, a bit more unsteady this time, to give him the go-ahead.
“I want to bite your belly.”
If the whine Oz let out wasn't enough, he moved his hip-tapping hand back to Calum's arse. He dug his nails in when he squeezed this time.
Calum thrust deep into his throat, so deep Oz couldn't breathe and couldn't be bothered to care. He leaned down and bit, his teeth digging into Oz's belly and his cock making Oz feel lightheaded. He moved before Oz could need to push, the hand on Oz's tits suddenly cradling the back of his head instead as Calum fucked into his mouth and bit and sucked at his belly.
He hazily wondered if Calum was tasting where he had rubbed Oz's cum in, too, but was in no position to ask. Humming contentedly, Oz melted against the mattress to let Calum support him and have his way with him both. The hand still on his neck rubbed at his throat when Calum filled it, hoping he felt it, and he stole a breath where he could.
Calum's hand wandered from his love handle over his hip to stroke his inner thighs, high up near his balls. Calum's cock kept going, piston steady, fucking his throat, using it like a toy, his tongue heavy over the top of it. Calum stroked his thigh again, and he whined around his stuffed throat and spread them for whatever he wanted. What else could he do?
Calum took the invitation and stroked a finger over his hole. Oz sobbed around his cock, lifting his hips as much as he could with Calum over him. Between the cock in his throat and balls in his face, Calum over him with teeth in his belly, and one of those thick fingers stroking over his hole like Calum wanted to open him up and fuck him all over again, he felt like he might break into pieces. Somehow he didn't when Calum's finger pushed into him, the lube from earlier a little tacky now and making his finger catch.
Oz couldn't breathe, didn't need to breathe. His legs fell open, begging for more even though there was no way he could go again. That didn't matter. Calum's cock stuttered in his mouth and plunged deep in his throat, his rhythm gone. His hand fisted in Oz's hair when he came with a groan, a fist he didn't hold nearly long enough before letting go and cradling the back of his head as he eased out of Oz's mouth.
Oz didn't let him go easily. He swallowed and sucked as Calum pulled away, sealing his lips around the head to make a pop sound when he was finally gone. He whined softly, starting to feel the soreness in his throat now that it was empty, and leaned into Calum's hand.
“Beautiful boy,” Calum murmured. He tugged his finger free and stood up straighter. “D’you need a bit before you can get more on the bed, sweet?”
Unable to speak through the lingering haze, he sluggishly nodded. Without all the distraction, Oz could feel how the blood had pooled in his head, but it didn't seem important right then.
“All right.” Calum stroked his free hand up along Oz's side. “I'll tell you what I'd like to do after you can, then. I want to start running a bath and get us both, but especially you, something to eat and hydrate, while you try to get some bones back. Then we'll have a soak together and eat in the tub, and I think we can get ready for bed after that. How does that sound?”
He managed enough muscle control to make a thumbs up, humming happily. "Was good?" Oz surprised himself by asking, voice already hoarse.
Calum smiled down at him. “You were brilliant, sweetheart. I can't believe you didn't gag at all. You felt fantastic.”
"No reflex 'nymore," he giggled. Wiggling onto the mattress a bit more, Oz pulled his head onto the edge of the bed. "Missed this soooo much."
“That something you worked on?” Calum bent to drop a kiss on his lips. “I'll be more than happy to give you more the next time we've both got a free night, sweet. You're a delight.”
"'d like that." Oz smiled up at him, enjoying the thrill he got when Calum met his gaze again. "Been a good sir, too."
“And you're a very good boy.” Calum stripped off the condom and kissed Oz again. “I'm going to start the bath and get snacks, if you're all right with me being gone no more than ten minutes.”
He fluttered another thumbs up, and let his eyes fall shut again. He felt so utterly fucked out that he didn't know how he was going to get himself to the bathtub when the time came.
He heard the echoing sounds of water running into an empty tub a moment later, and a moment after that, a blanket draped over him. “I'll be back,” Calum said again, and Oz hummed, snuggling his face into the fleece.
He half-dozed while Calum was gone, happy to float in the warm, fuzzy haze that still crowded the edges of his mind and body. One eye peeked open when, after a while, Oz heard footsteps approaching the bed. The grin he gave Calum was slow and lazy. "Miss me?"
“Terribly.” Calum smiled at him and held up a grocery sack. “Drinks and some snacks.” He waved the box in his other hand. “Cold pizza. Can I get you to drink some water before we work out how to get you to the tub?”
Nodding, Oz moved to push himself up. When Calum put the food down to help him with one strong arm behind his back, he could have melted into the bed again, but Calum had asked him to do something and he wasn't going to be bad now. Oz nuzzled at Calum's jaw when he was upright, sighing at the scratch of stubble. "Water?"
“Of course, sweet.” The bag rustled a moment before Calum handed him a reusable bottle. “I've also got tea with honey, if you want it. Might help your voice tomorrow.”
He nodded, the water bottle already to his lips. After a few swallows, he lowered it and said, with a pout, "Annie's going to make fun of me."
“Aidan and Finn are never going to stop making fun of me,” Calum said wryly. “I suppose we'll have to console each other. D’you want a bit longer before we try getting to the bath?”
Oz nodded again, going back to his water bottle. "Bath then tea?" he asked after drinking some more. "You're wonderful, you know that?"
“Thank you, sweet.” Calum sat beside him and ran his hand along Oz's back in long, firm strokes. “Was anything too much or a problem for you?”
Shaking his head with a hoarse laugh, Oz leaned into his side. "Everything was good. Better than good." He landed a soft kiss on Calum's shoulder. "Hurt just the right way."
Calum kissed his temple. “I'm glad to hear it,” he said, and he sounded it too, warm and satisfied. “You're fantastic, Oz.”
"So are you." Leaning his cheek against the place he had kissed, Oz snuggled closer before drinking more water.
“I'll need to check the tub soon if you're not ready,” Calum said. He kept stroking Oz's back.
He wiggled his toes to test his legs. Not fully back in control yet, but a soak sounded heavenly. "I think I can make it with some help?"
“All the help you need,” Calum promised, and he stood, offering his hands.
Oz smiled up at him before taking his hands to stand. He had to lean against Calum to make it to the bathroom. That still left Calum a hand free for their snacks. He was proud of not needing both.
The bathroom was a gorgeous peacock blue room, with a tub big enough for Oz to stretch out in, in the middle of the space. Not even his tub was big enough for that. He would have to ask Calum where he'd had it made.
"You have the best house," he told Calum, as he helped him step into the tub. The pizza was already on the wide ledge of the side.
Calum grinned at him. “I know. I'm going to spoil my kids horribly, growing up here. They'll never be happy with another house.” He waited for Oz to sit down and then slipped in behind him, reaching past to turn off the tap and wrapping his arm around Oz's ribs when he was done, guiding him back into his chest.
He leaned back into Calum with a content sigh, sinking down into the water. Some of the marks on his chest and belly stung in the heat, but it only added to the warm feeling behind his ribs. Oz tipped his head back to lean against Calum's shoulder, fully relaxing. "Not gonna be able to get out," he murmured.
“That's a problem for later, after we've had a soak and something to eat. I brought fruit and some biscuits up, and of course there's the pizza and more water.” Calum reached into the sack, as if he'd reminded himself, and pulled out a bottle. Oz could feel the movement of his neck as he drained half of it. “What would you like first?”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Fruit for fruit?" he asked, in echo of Calum earlier. "What is there?"
Calum laughed and kissed his cheek. “Grapes and blueberries.”
"Mmm. Grapes, please."
This time, Calum's hand came up with a glass container of grapes. He popped it open and set it on the ledge next to Oz. “Here you are. Does anything hurt?” He pressed a kiss to Oz's shoulder. “In a bad way,” he added, his mouth still against Oz's skin.
Grabbing a handful of grapes, he ate them one by one while taking stock of how he felt. They were cold out of the fridge and soothed his sore throat. His chest felt bruised, a few places on his belly aching. His arse wasn't sore, but if he could get Calum to fuck him again the next morning, maybe. His throat was feeling more sore and swollen by the moment, but that would fade and he had signed up for it besides.
Oz shook his head before answering. "All good hurts."
“Thank you.” He got another kiss for his trouble before Calum reached to flip open the pizza box and grab himself a slice. “I've got some cream that might help with your nipples, at least. Unless you don't want to do anything for them.”
"Probably should, so wearing a shirt isn't so much of a bother." Oz tenderly pressed a finger to one of the more sore spots on his chest, and let out a small hiss through his teeth. "Fuck, you were brutal," he murmured fondly.
“Nothing that broke your skin, though,” Calum more said than asked. “Unless I missed something?”
"No, no broken skin. Just marks." He traced a finger around a ring of still-bruising teeth imprints on his chest, near a nipple. "Really good marks. Kiss me?"
Calum turned his chin gently and did, soft and easy instead of all the want and rush of before but just as delicious. He kissed the corner of Oz's mouth after he broke it, then took an enormous bite of his pizza, his free hand still cupping Oz’s face. Oz kissed his palm before moving to grab more grapes.
"I would like to go out to dinner with you, if we can manage it next time," he told Calum between grapes.
“I'll plan it this time,” Calum said once he'd swallowed. “And we can meet there. That ought to help our odds. I'll get Aidan and Finn to take my kids again, or at least Doyle if it ends up being when Aileen's with George.”
That just brought up questions, but Oz knew better than to ask. "Meeting there sounds like a better plan for us, since 'we can't control ourselves'." He used the voice he saved for mimicking Annie. "Just taking a guess at what my sister will say."
Calum laughed and nuzzled against his neck. “Given Finn threatened us with the hose, I'm sure Aidan's come up with something creative. I think we can at least endure brunch together. Once we're with them separately will probably be the real challenge.”
"If Annie gets too mean, I can threaten to keep the babies from being used as boyfriend tests." Probably that would work. Done with his grapes, Oz reached for a piece of pizza himself. "My mom can watch them the next time we go out, if need be. When do you want to try a date again?"
“Hm.” Calum finished off his slice and took half of a second before he said, “I want us to have time when we do, but that means it's going to be… three weeks or so before my schedule allows it. We could have a couple of playdates with the kids before that, though.”
He felt the pout pull at his mouth, completely genuine, at the timeline of three weeks. All his pretty marks would be gone by then. It melted away when Calum mentioned playdates. "I can bring Lula with Chloe and the twins, if you want to bring Max along with Aileen and Doyle," he offered before taking a bite of pizza.
“Max would love that. How long a stretch do you have between the twins’ meals and naps? We can take a look at calendars in the morning and schedule something then.” Calum stroked Oz's cheek. “I'm not usually this busy. I've got a lot of press to do for about a month. It should die down round the middle of May.”
"Is it movie press?" he asks, interest piqued. "They have one or two hours between meals and naps. It depends on how they're feeling. Are you thinking before or after lunch?"
“Aye, comes out May fifteenth.” He grabbed a third piece of pizza. “Afternoon, most likely. It'll help me wear out Doyle for the night. He's packed with energy.”
Oz grinned at him. "I can't imagine where he gets it from." He took another bite of his own slice, giggling at the mock offended noise Calum made. "What movie is it? I don't keep up with much more than children's films these days."
“Third John Wick. Definitely not a children's film,” Calum said with a bit of a laugh. “I kill loads of people.”
"My friend Emily has been trying to make me watch those, it just never worked out to where I would have time. I'll have to change that." Oz waited until he was done with his next bite to cautiously ask, "Does a puppy die in every movie?"
Calum laughed a little and shook his head, hooking his chin over Oz's shoulder. “No, only the first. The puppy who played Daisy was adorable.”
"Oh, tell me about them. I'll think about that when I have to watch the first one."
Calum's stories of Andy the Beagle on set were enough to get him through his slice of pizza and the blueberries, with Calum stopping twice to make him drink more water. Oz couldn't even act put out about it; it was caring-commanding, not controlling-commanding. By the time the water had started to cool, he was nibbling on a biscuit and his body felt leaden. Just moving to let Calum get up took effort, but at least he got to watch Calum dry off and stay in the bath while he took the snacks back to the kitchen.
Half asleep when he came back, it took gentle cajoling and pet names and Calum's wonderful strength to help Oz stand and step out of the tub. He leaned against Calum again as he dried him off, before letting himself be led back to bed for the third time that night. For some reason, Calum put underwear on—a serious pity, his dick was gorgeous enough to be in porn—but he was yawning too much to ask why. He got another sweet kiss before Calum applied what seemed to be undereye cream to the more swollen parts of his chest, and then it was finally time for bed. He snuggled up on Calum's chest once Calum had turned out the lights and joined him.
“I didn't want to ask earlier, all the fun we were having,” Calum murmured, his hand stroking up and down Oz's left arm. “You've got a scar.”
Much more awake, Oz tried to decide how much of that he felt like getting into tonight.
“D’you want me to avoid it, or is it all right if I touch?” Calum asked.
It wasn't until then that Oz realized he had avoided touching his scar at all. Shying away from the tender feeling in his chest, he nuzzled against Calum's shoulder. "I don't mind you touching me anywhere. But thank you. For asking."
“Of course, sweet.” He felt a kiss brush his hair, and Calum's arm tightened around him. “Sleep well.”