“Please,” I whispered. “But I want to taste you too.”
He sat up suddenly and pushed down his briefs, his gorgeous cock jutting out, flushed and leaking. I wanted to get my lips around it as soon as possible. He lay down on the blanket facing sideways and encouraged me to lay the opposite way.
Without any further words spoken we began sucking each other off. He was so thick that I had a hard time getting my mouth around him. But if his moans were any indication, he seemed to like it when I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his cock and then suctioned the head.
Breathing through my nose, I took him further by relaxing my throat. But it was so hard to concentrate because he was performing magic tricks with his tongue. He had my balls in his mouth as he nibbled and sucked me into submission. I was squirming against him, the hairs on my legs prickling.
I dropped lower, licking around his sac, pulling his balls between my lips, and releasing them with a pop. I loved discovering the patches of red hair everywhere even around his smooth pink hole as my fingers explored the crease of his ass. I stretched my head to rest my chin behind his balls so that I could spread his cheeks apart with my thumbs.
I rubbed my tongue around his perineum and then licked a stripe across his asshole. He stilled as a groan emitted from deep in his chest. He smelled like Callum—musk and earth and pine and I couldn’t get enough as my tongue circled and jabbed at his hole.
I could feel his cock resting against my neck and leaking down my chest.
“Come here, you,” he said in a hoarse voice. He shifted his torso, grabbed hold of my hips, and hauled my body on top of his, my ass in his face. Fuck.
He parted my cheeks and the first slash of his tongue made me gasp. He licked and speared at my hole. I was open mouth panting into his groin, sucking the head of his cock every now and again but unable to get a handle on my breathing, it felt so electric.
It was as if all the nerve endings in my body had converged in one area, making me drunk with overwhelming pleasure.
Callum moved again, grabbing hold of my thighs in his callused palms and lifting me up. “I want to tongue fuck you.”
“Goddamn, Callum,” I said, gripping his waist for leverage. “I’m close to losing my mind.”
My cheeks were split open and I could feel his thumbs digging into my hole and spreading me even wider. “Sit on my tongue.”
“Shit. Goddamn.” My legs began quivering as my fingers braced my thighs and I lowered myself to his mouth. As his tongue pushed its way inside me, my ass clenched and I stilled, a bolt of lightening shooting straight to my cock.
I lost all sense of time and place, my vision going white hot as intense bliss seized my body and locked my limbs.
“Holy fuck.” I came with a shout, ribbons of seed surging against my stomach. There was so much come that it dripped down to his chest and dampened the patch of hair between his pecs.
Callum groaned when he felt my spunk trickle onto his skin. “So damn hot,” he muttered, kissing my hole and then licking and biting my cheeks.
It was the most intimate I’d ever been with anybody, and that was certainly one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. I couldn’t talk or move, my heartbeat still thundering in my ears, as he continued to feather his lips over my backside.
This country boy had rendered me speechless.
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Dean
I finally rolled off of Callum, and curled on my side, my legs still trembling.
He chuckled. “Are you dead?”
“If I am, then I’m flying high in the clouds somewhere,” I mumbled into the blanket. “That was incredible. I just need a moment.”
I opened my lids and stared at him—his eyes crinkled with a smile, his lips swollen, and his face flushed. He was stunning.
He lifted onto his knees and began pumping his very stiff cock. “Damn, that’s a sight.”
Warm puffs of air wafted over my skin, making me shiver. “It won’t take me long after seeing you come apart like that.”
I flattened myself on the blanket and grabbed hold of his thigh. “I want you to come on my chest.”
He straddled my waist and angled his hips toward me with a groan. I sucked on my fingers and reached beneath his sac. His hole was still softened from my tongue so I worked a digit inside him fairly easily.
“Fuck,” he grunted, snapping his thighs and riding my hand as I niggled a second finger inside.
“Is that good?” I asked, watching him shamelessly propel his hips in a seductive dance.
“So good,” he said, biting his lip. “I love having fingers up my asshole. Maybe as much as you liked having my tongue.”
Pumping in and out of him, I wished we had days, weeks, months to explore all the ways to work over each other’s bodies like this.
I watched in wonder as a crimson flush spread up his torso, across his shoulders, reaching his neck and cheeks. His luminescent skin nearly matched the color of his hair.
His back arched, his mouth fell open, and he came with a growl all over my chest, some even spurting across my jaw. I kept my fingers buried inside his body and felt his muscles constrict around them, wishing it could be my cock instead.
Except maybe if it was my cock, I’d feel even more wrecked about leaving him. Suddenly my final class and my job at the lab seemed insubstantial, even knowing they were necessary to graduate early.
Eventually Callum opened his eyes and looked down at the mess he’d made as I pulled my fingers from inside him. He shivered as a strange expression crossed his face. He bent over me and his tongue gently outlined my lips as he stared into my eyes.
I was entranced as his fingers began pressing into my skin, as if infusing his come, much like that night at the oak tree.
He sank on top of me and his lips slipped lazily against mine. We lay still and silent, neither willing to let the other go as palms traced over skin and nails tunneled through hair.
“What were you doing?” I whispered. “Rubbing your come into my chest?”
“I just…I want you to remember me.” His eyes darted away, as if he’d been caught doing something deviant. “Magical thinking, I guess. I know it’s stupid.”
“It’s not stupid,” I said, trying unsuccessfully to capture his gaze. “I thought it was beautiful. I think you’re beautiful.”
“I think you are too,” he mumbled as he nuzzled my shoulder.
I cupped his chin forcing him to meet my eyes. “Besides, how could I ever forget one of the best nights of my life?”
His gaze softened and it seemed he was going to say something deep but instead he dragged me into such an intense and overwhelming kiss that I thought my heart might explode.
We kissed listlessly for a long while, almost drifting off to sleep, as our lips stayed connected, breathing the same air.
Callum finally shifted to untangle our legs. “We need to head back.”
We dressed mechanically, neither making much eye contact, as a heaviness cloaked the silence between us. We got buckled in the truck and held hands the entire way home.
He only let my fingers go when he pulled onto Shady Pines property and I felt the warm air shift away from me.
The house was dark as we walked inside and Callum kissed my temple as he shut the door behind us. As soon as we reached the kitchen we heard it. Bullseye whining and scratching at something. Callum’s eyes widened and he darted down the hall, throwing open Billie’s door.
When I reached his room and searched over Callum’s shoulder, Billie was thrashing in his bed, his arms flexing, his back bowing stiffly, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Bullseye stayed along the edge closest to the floor possibly in an effort to protect him from pitching forward and hitting his head.
“Billie, you’re having a seizure,” Callum said, loud enough for the house to hear as he stepped inside the room. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’ll get through it.”
By the time the seizure was over, the entire household was awake
, standing inside his room. I had moved aside to allow his family to get by. Feeling like an intruder at that moment, I made myself as small as possible in the far corner by the closet door.
“He hasn’t had one in months,” Cassie whispered to me as Billie’s body gradually stopped convulsing and Callum swept his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“What brings them on?” I asked, trying to remain quiet and obscure.
“Hard to say,” she said, twisting her lip. “Sometimes stress, sleep deprivation, hormones. His body chemistry is off.” At his age, Billie was smack dab in the middle of puberty. That period of time feels crazy in any teen’s life let alone suffering through it alongside a seizure disorder.
As Billie blinked open his eyes he looked around the space in a dreamlike state. Bullseye was licking his face and whining a little but not as loudly as before.
“Hey kiddo. Bullseye warned you about a seizure,” Callum said. “You were probably sleeping heavy and he had a hard time waking you before it began.”
“I’m sorry, buddy,” Billie said, slurring his words as he reached for his dog.
“In the past, Bullseye has been able to rouse him before the seizure begins so he can get to a safer location on the floor,” Cassie said.
That explained why the dog was teetering on the edge of the bed at the opposite side of the wall. “That’s incredible.”
Grammy stretched down and kissed Billie on the head. “If another happens this week, we’ll make a doctor’s appointment in town. But you, young man, are going to start getting to bed on time.”
I couldn’t help feeling guilty for the nights I had contributed to his sleep deficiency with the X-box. No wonder Callum was so strict that one time.
“For sure,” Callum said and suddenly I felt invisible and my leaving inconsequential. Billie’s seizure disorder was a way more important thing to worry about than me driving off in a few hours. Callum had his family to take care of. I could understand why he stayed close by.
Billie’s gaze darted around the room and landed on me. “You’re leaving in the morning.”
I gave him an imperceptive nod, not wanting to draw attention to myself. Callum stared at the wall, I noticed, instead of turning his gaze to me.
“Callum…” Billie garbled and hunkered down in his sheets, his eyes drooping. I’d heard that you could sleep for hours after a seizure, that it takes a lot out of you. “Callum’s going to miss you.”
“I think you mean Cassie,” Mr. Montgomery suddenly spoke up, as he cleared his throat.
“No, I mean Callum,” Billie said, in a lethargic voice. “He needs somebody like Dean.”
Billie closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep instantaneously. Braden yawned and headed toward the door. “He’s just confused. Let him get his rest.”
He left the room on the heels of his father and the only family remaining in the room were Grammy, Cassie, Callum, and I. The air was thick with tension.
But then Grammy headed toward the hallway. “I reckon so,” she mumbled under her breath.
“I’m going to stay for another minute to be sure he’s sleeping soundly,” Callum said in a level voice, but his eyes were filled with emotion.
Callum and I stared at each other across the room until Cassie cleared her throat. “I’m going to bed.”
“Me too,” I said, following behind, but Callum caught hold of my hand before I was able to get out the door.
He didn’t look at me, just tangled our fingers together and applied pressure. I could feel his pulse pounding through his skin. I think it was his way of saying goodbye and a sob nearly tore from my throat.
I wanted to stay. I needed to go. I wished that somehow we could be together. It was an impossible situation. And as my heart battered in my ears, it felt like it might stop beating all together.
When he finally let go of my hand, I practically bolted through the door overcome with too much heartache.
I tossed and turned for the next couple of hours before getting up and quietly packing the rest of my bag.
I sent Cassie a goodbye text that she’d read in the morning, since I knew she turned off her phone at night.
Then I scrawled Callum a note from a pad I found in the bedside table and carefully slipped it beneath his bedroom door.
Callum,
I didn’t want a messy goodbye. It was hard enough to leave you.
But I wanted to thank you. This was probably one of the best trips of my life and it was mostly due to meeting you.
You’re grouchy as hell but you make up for it with that sweet mouth.
And you’re still one of the smartest and most decent men I’ve ever met.
Please give Billie my number. You can use it too if you want to stay in touch.
I’d like that very much.
Yours,
Dean
As I pulled out of the driveway, my thumb swiped away the single tear that had escaped my eye.
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Callum
My chest burned so hot. Like there was a hole where my heart had been. Dean had stolen away at dusk a couple of days ago and left me a note that I’d probably read a dozen times by now.
It was quiet around the house, everybody concerned about Billie and whether his seizures would be triggered again. But he had slept in and looked well rested that afternoon and evening.
He admitted he’d been getting less sleep and I had a sneaking suspicion that he was busy texting Leo. Not that I was blaming the kid, Billie was as much at fault as he was. When you’re young, you do sneaky things, and talking in the middle of the night was the least of any sins.
I was glad that everyone’s focus was elsewhere because that gave me time to try to regroup. It felt different here without Dean, and that was ridiculous because his visit had been short, relatively speaking, so I needed to pull my head out of my ass.
Cassie and Grammy seemed to be walking on eggshells around me because I was back to my grumpy old self, maybe even worse. I could tell Cassie wanted to say something reassuring but I cut her off at the pass with a stern look. Grammy, on the other hand, just kept plying me with food and asked Billie to whip up a batch of my favorite brownies.
Dad and Braden remained clueless, so guess I really was this moody all the time.
I received a text from Dean late last night and it made me wonder if he was having as much trouble sleeping as I was.
Dean: Just letting you know I’m home safe. And that you’re on my mind.
Me: Thanks for letting me know. And ditto.
Dean: I wish it could be different.
Me: Me too.
Dean: Hope Billie is okay?
Me: He will be.
Truth be told, I was done hiding around my family. I figured I couldn’t feel any shittier, so why not just put it all on the table. Maybe Dean was right. Maybe only the important people in my life needed to know and I could deal with the rest as it came.
But the idea of disappointing my father made my chest constrict so tight, I could scarcely catch my breath. First, I needed to get on the same page with another member of my family.
I took a slow ride out to the sugar cane field with Billie on the back of my four-wheeler. He kept huffing disapprovingly over my shoulder because I wouldn’t increase my speed after the scare we had. He wouldn’t be able to drive himself for a while, nor apply for a regular state license any time soon, until we had the situation under control. It was more important to keep him safe, but I definitely felt for him.
Cutting the engine, we hopped off the vehicle to have a look around. After all of the work Dean had put in, I wanted to make sure we kept up with the progress. Maybe we could actually make something of this plot of land. I smiled at his neat rows of plants and the small marker that indicated new cuttings.
Billie stood beside me as I stuck my toe in the dirt. “You miss him, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. It felt good to voice it out loud. “But I’ll survive.”
My eyebrow quirked. Guess we were finally going there.
“Definitely,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Got something to tell me little brother?”
“I…I guess…” he sputtered. “Leo’s my best friend but it’s turned into something more.”
My stomach knotted for my brother. “Does he feel the same way?”
“I think so,” he said, turning away, and searching for a stick to throw for Bullseye.
I found a decent one lying in the grass so I picked it up and handed it to him. “Has anything happened between the two of you?”
A flush arose on his cheeks. “He kissed me the night of the fireworks.”
God, so innocent. I wished I’d had somebody to share all that with when I was his age. Though he’d figured it out way sooner.
“I had trouble sleeping that night,” he said in a tentative voice, as if I’d scold him. “It felt so good and I want him to do it again.”
“Oh, buddy. I get it,” I said, squeezing his shoulder. “But you have a medical condition and you want to be around to experience all of it with him or whoever you give your heart to, right? Which means getting more sleep.”
“Leo feels terrible about what happened,” Billie said. “He’s upset he had something to do with it…”
Poor kid. I made a mental note to have a talk with him next time he was over. Maybe lay down some ground rules.
“He’s not afraid to get to know me,” Billie said, stroking Bullseye’s neck. “The other kids at school, they keep their distance, you know?”
My heart felt so heavy in my chest as we stood side by side staring at the horizon.
“You know what, little brother?” I said, looping my arm around his neck. “You might end up being way braver than me.”
He shrugged. “What will daddy say?”
“I’m not sure,” I said. “But it’s time for me to make the path easier for you to navigate.”
After I dropped off Billie near the porch, I drove the four-wheeler into the garage, and parked next to the other two. They’d need tune-ups soon enough. We usually left that in Braden’s hands. He was the most mechanically inclined out of all of us.
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