by C F White
Callum couldn’t say anything else as Kez had stepped forward, dragged his hand along Callum’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It started as nothing more than Kez’s soft lips pressing against his, but Kez’s trembling sent a rush of adrenaline through Callum’s whole body. Kez quaked before him, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was doing was right, or even if he should.
Callum had to prove that it was.
He slipped his hand to the back of Kez’s neck, splayed his fingers through the tight waves on Kez’s scalp and held him in place to deepen the kiss. And by fuck it sent shivers down his spine. Kez didn’t hold back and lunged at him, delving in to entwine his tongue with Callum’s in a candid embrace. It was a good job there was no dinner on the cards, as Kez might well have eaten him.
Stumbling back, Callum grappled for something to keep him steady. Kez steered him sideways, slamming him up against the wall and kissed and kissed and kissed him. Callum had never been kissed so hard, so furiously, so fucking deliriously in his entire shitty life. Well, it hadn’t always been shitty—Kez had been in it for a while. But Kez’d been relatively cautious back in the day, as though he’d believed Callum would eventually push him off and laugh at him.
I wouldn’t have done. Not then. Not now. Not ever.
Biting down on Callum’s bottom lip, Kez hummed as he sucked it out between his own. Panting, he touched his forehead to Callum’s and peered southwards. Cheap trackie bottoms were never any good at hiding a twitching package. That had been discovered on the inside where grey joggers were the standard inmate clobber.
“Tell me this isn’t you fucking with me.” Kez didn’t look up when he said that.
“To be honest with you, mate, I’ve always been more the bottom bunk.”
Kez looked up, eyes bulging.
“Performance anxiety.” Callum held his gaze and smiled. “So it’ll have to be you fucking with me. If that’s all right with you?”
Kez slammed his mouth back onto Callum’s, the intense kissing the only sound in the room other than gasping breaths. Grabbing Kez’s arse, Callum ground him closer and rubbed their groins together. Like old times. Except Kez’s work trousers were of a better quality than his old college wear and hid what Callum knew was concealed within them. The urge to find out what Kez’s dick looked like hit rocketing heights.
Kez kissed down Callum’s neck, to his ear, and flicked Callum’s lobe with his tongue before slipping away. Callum stayed against the wall. He needed it for support.
“Have you…” Kez paused, struggling to find the words. “Been with other men?”
“You want to talk about that now? Or do you want to take me to bed?” Callum pushed away from the wall and pecked light kisses up Kez’s neck to his lips. “’Cause I know what I’d rather. Come on, Kwesi, let’s see if we’ve still got it.”
“We never full-on fucked before, Cal.”
“Like I said, maybe I want more than what we had.”
Kez moaned so deep that the vibrations thrummed to Callum’s groin. “God, I hope you’re not messing with me.”
“Why would I mess with you? I want this.” Callum grabbed Kez’s wrist and slammed his hand to the raging cock that poked against the cheap cotton. “Feel that? Do you fucking feel that, Kez? That’s me. That’s all me. Waiting for you.” Softening, Callum ran his other hand down Kez’s left arm and lifted it to kiss the end, brushing the soft flesh against his cheek. “I’ll always be waiting for you.”
That seemed to work, as Kez kissed him all lust-filled again. He scrabbled with Callum’s T-shirt and Callum ripped it over his head to throw it to the floor. When Kez landed his gaze on Callum’s chest, he licked his lips and Callum knew this was the point of no return. It was why he’d gone topless that morning. His nipple ring had been done years back, when he’d been seventeen. That night he’d shown Kez, he’d fucking enjoyed the man’s tongue swiping along it to relieve the soreness. After that, it had become Kez’s obsession. And Kez had become Callum’s. He’d never admitted that though. He hadn’t had the vocabulary, or the balls. Spending twenty-four months in a small box and staring at four walls helped a man think. Thank fuck he’d managed to get his piercing back from custody on release as it evidently still had its hold on Kez.
Kez lapped Callum’s nipple and gripped the metal between his teeth to tug just enough for Callum to gasp. Kez glanced up, holding Callum’s gaze. “I fucking missed doing that.”
“Not as much as I missed you doing it.”
Kez smiled as he waggled his tongue over the metal and flesh, not tearing his gaze from Callum as he did so.
Callum groaned. “You’ve got a filthy mouth.”
“Better believe it.”
“Want to make it even dirtier?” Callum shoved down his joggers and boxers, releasing his aggressive erection. Was that too much? Should he have taken this slow and easy? He’d never made love before. He’d fucked. Hard and fast to get it over with. And when he’d messed around with Kez, fear of intrusion had kept them at Olympic pace.
But the way Kez stared at his cock—gazed at it—as if it was his long-lost friend—ain’t no like about it—Callum knew what Kez wanted. Him. That was his long-lost pal, and one who’d missed setting up camp in Kez’s mouth for five long years. Just the very thought that he might get to experience that scalding-hot cavern and thick, luscious tongue swirling around his dick again nearly had him coming all over Kez’s work gear. Kez didn’t seem to mind, as he sank to his knees, wrapped his hand around Callum’s erection and glided up and down.
“Fuck, Kez. That’s fucking glorious.” Callum’s knees jolted as the sparks travelled through him. He was the one now quivering, with only the cool wall to keep him steady.
“I’m not doing much. Yet. I got a ton of new moves to show you.” Kez grinned from below, teasing him with agonisingly slow strokes.
“You were always good at whatever you did.” Callum meant it. Every damn word.
As if in a hurry to show exactly how much he’d learned, Kez opened his mouth and sucked Callum’s cockhead into it. He savoured over every inch, licking around the bumps and crevice whilst holding down the foreskin. Callum’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. The teasing, the tingling anticipation trickled down to make his toes curl into the fibres of the rug. Kez had always taken his time over Callum’s cock. With Kez having been circumcised, he’d said it was a novelty to see Callum’s cockhead wrapped in the flesh and watch it reappear on each of his downslides. Although Callum had to assume it was no longer a unique finding. Callum hadn’t been Kez’s only sexual partner anymore. He’d had an abundance of them, if the way he sucked on Callum’s dick was anything to go by. Like a fucking expert. And Callum would know.
“Fuck, K, fuck!” Callum slammed his head back against the wall as Kez slid Callum’s entire cock into his hot mouth. Kez had no gag reflex and his throat closed in around the flesh to engulf it, setting Callum’s balls alight.
Kez held Callum’s gaze as he sucked with an urgency Callum hadn’t known before. Gripping onto the root, Kez flicked Callum’s cock out from his lips and continued his rapid pumping as he lowered and slid one of Callum’s balls into his mouth instead. Callum groaned and writhed and tingled, and was about ready to explode.
“Kez, I’m gonna—”
Kez slapped off, stood and kissed him. “Not yet.”
Callum burned with an excitement that scored through every vein, all of them leading to his thumping heart.
“Upstairs.” Kez’s voice was a low gruff. Demanding. Authoritative.
Callum obeyed. He wanted what was about to come. He wanted it badly. And he knew how to obey an order. As they stumbled up the stairs, with Kez grabbing him every other step to slam him against the wall and kiss him, Callum’s heart pounded with what was to happen. A new experience with an old flame. Kez pushed the door open with his elbow and forced Callum inside with his lips not leaving his. This was more kissing than Callum had done in his lifetime. They’d forgone so much kis
sing back in the day, due to having to get their kicks before any interruptions. There wouldn’t be any this time and Callum intended on making full use of an empty house.
Staggering away from Kez’s hold, Callum paused. “I’m starkers, Zakari, and you still look like you should be in Canary Wharf. Come on.” He snapped his fingers. “Off.”
Kez arched an eyebrow. “I only got one hand.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. Off.” Callum folded his arms. He wasn’t going to help. He knew how much that grated on Kez. So he stood back, watching Kez unfasten each button. Slowly. Seductively. Tentatively revealing that ridiculously enticing gleaming, dark-brown skin that stretched over an unyielding body mass. Callum knew he could do that quicker. He was teasing him. And he fucking loved it. “Keep going.”
Kez fluttered the shirt to the floor, then flicked open his belt, unfastened the button and pulled down the zip on his trousers. They fell to his ankles and Kez kicked them away. Callum inhaled sharply. He’d forgotten. Well, not so much forgotten as tried not to remember the sight. Kez didn’t wait for the next instruction and tugged down his boxers and discarded those with his socks. Then he stepped forward with ninja-like strides and stood directly in front of Callum, his cock so hard that it raged against Callum’s.
Welcome home, old friend.
“Now what?” Kez asked.
Callum smiled, then wrapped a hand around Kez’s throbbing dick. It felt magnificent in his palm. Solid, strong and seeping from the head. It sent him into overdrive with how much Kez wanted him. It hadn’t faded. It hadn’t been replaced. They hadn’t lost who they’d been. And there was so much more to discover. Callum kissed Kez’s neck, stroking his cock as he nipped upwards to his jawline and across his cheek to rest his lips at Kez’s ear.
“Now you fuck me.” Callum felt Kez’s rapid swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Whether it was nerves or anticipation, Callum wasn’t sure but from the feel of Kez’s cock in his hand, it certainly wasn’t fear.
Kez kissed him, all tongue, all rapid groans from within his throat as Callum slid his hand up and down in sync with each smack of their lips. With a force Callum was unaware Kez had, he was pushed down onto the bed. Kez straddled him, kissing every inch and spending his time twirling his tongue around the metal of the nipple ring. Callum raged his hands along Kez’s back, forcing him down on top. He wanted Kez to crush him, to suffocate him, to consume him.
Panting, Kez lifted up on one arm and gazed down at him.
“Have you done this before?” he asked, his voice shaking.
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about that right now.”
Kez cocked his head. “I need to know, Cal. I need to know how easy to take it.”
Callum chuckled, then lifted up to kiss him. “No need to take it easy. I know what you got and I can take it.” He gripped Kez’s cock, pumping it hard to prove a point. He could take that. No problem. Just because he’d never had Kez inside him before didn’t mean he didn’t know what was coming. And he ached to find out if it would feel as good as his fantasies had.
Kez kissed him back, devouring Callum as though he was on death row and Callum was his last meal. It had to be better than the slop served in the minimum-security B Wing anyway, as Kez lapped him up. With relish. And Callum loved every second of it. It had only ever been Kez who could do this to him. Those times he’d searched for it in those backrooms, he’d come out feeling dirty, shady and guilty. He’d always known it wouldn’t have been the same, so he’d tainted every moment by convincing himself the encounters were a necessity.
This. This is what’s necessary.
“Flip around, on your front.” Kez shuffled back, allowing Callum to twist under him, and reached over to the bedside table to yank open the drawer.
Callum shifted beneath him, then lifted up on all fours. Kez’s breath trickled along his shoulder and Callum shivered, his body erupting in goose pimples as Kez planted delicate kisses down his back. Fuck knew how he’d achieved it, but Kez had sheathed and slicked up all the while he’d licked down Callum’s body. Callum would have applauded, if he weren’t knee-deep in gluttony for the man’s cock. He was about to beg for Kez to hurry it up when he felt something hot and wet roaming between his crevice.
“Fuck, Kez!” Callum peered over his shoulder, only just about focusing on Kez’s face buried into his arse.
Kez licked and roamed and thrust his tongue in and out to make Callum’s toes curl. This was new. This was fucking deliriously new. How does this even feel so fucking good? Babbling incoherently into the air, Callum was undecided whether to allow the man to continue or call for him to stop as it was too fucking much. Especially when a slicked-up hand ventured beneath him to fondle his balls.
“Kez, fuck, Kez! How are you doing this?”
Kez chuckled, his deep regaling tones vibrating up Callum’s spine. Before Callum could compose himself, Kez gave one final lick through his crevice then slipped a finger inside him. He twisted and stroked, and Callum’s head was about ready to explode along with his dick. Callum had been fucked, he’d been blown, he’d been tossed off, sometimes all three, and with people watching on. But it was never this fucking good!
“Get in me, Kez. I need you in me.” Callum was aware of his desperation but couldn’t have cared less. If he’d thought he’d needed Kez to complete him before, it was nothing compared to how much he needed Kez inside him now. I’m a fucking junkie.
“In good time.” Kez inserted another finger and thrust in and out. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this. You. On all fours for me. I intend to savour this.”
Callum rocked back, wriggling his hips, and Kez stroked the flesh of his elbow up Callum’s back. He went in with a third finger and spread Callum open. Callum held his breath, waiting for the inevitable as though it would somehow change his life forever. Then, when Kez pulled out, shuffled on his knees and poked Callum’s opening with his sheathed cockhead, Callum gripped the bedsheets in sheer desperation. Come on. I gotta know. I gotta know now.
“Callum?” Kez paused.
“Yeah?” Callum peered around to look him in the eye.
“This is real, right?”
Callum’s chest fluttered and he inhaled a liberating breath of air. “Go ahead and find out.”
Without removing his gaze from Callum’s, Kez eased his way into Callum’s body. Callum groaned. Kez’s cock stretched him apart and he felt it in his chest, in his throat, but mostly in his heart. Hesitating, Kez slid his hand onto Callum’s hip and gripped him in place.
“I’m in you.” Kez sounded a bit delirious, as though he couldn’t quite believe it.
“Fuck, Kez, you feel so fucking good.” Callum forced back, trying to get more of Kez. He didn’t know if any more would even fit, or if there was any more to go in, but he’d take it all. He’d take every inch of Kez. With her Majesty’s fucking pleasure.
“Oh, God,” Kez breathed out, his warm breath landing on Callum’s bare skin.
Callum held on to the pillows scrunched into his balled fists as Kez began fucking him with urgency. He groaned. He yelped. He demanded more with every whimper as the bed crashed against the wall and the covers entangled around their sweaty limbs. Callum’s balls tightened with every intense plunge into him and sweat droplets splatted onto his back as Kez raged above him, the slapping of skin thundering over the grunts of rampant pleasure.
“Fuck, Kez, fuck! Shit, I’m—” He didn’t have time to finish as Kez slipped his hand around him and grabbed his cock, pumping it along with every deep thrust.
“Wanna go together?” Kez rumbled into his ear.
“How…do…you—”
Kez paused within him, then worked on Callum. Up, down, up, down. Callum groaned into the vacant air. Then just as he was about to spill, Kez thrust in hard and Callum shot his load, his entire body exploding in a frenzy that rippled through every inch of his skin. Kez shuddered against him, releasing his orgasm to be captured wi
thin the latex sheath inside Callum.
Collapsing down to the mattress, Callum panted and hid his flushed face between the gap of two pillows. Kez dropped on top of him and curled his arm underneath to hold him tight. After a few moments of composure, Kez kissed Callum’s shoulder blade.
“That was…new.” Kez groaned as he added a light thrust, his cock still inside Callum’s body. He then dragged it out, sliding it down Callum’s crevice and it was fucking glorious.
“Yeah.” Callum switched onto his back. “It was.”
After discarding the condom, Kez lay on his back and, side by side, they both looked up at the ceiling in silence. Callum draped his knee over Kez’s leg then scraped his head along the pillow to get a proper look at him. Kez gazed back, awe evident in his flushed features.
Callum smiled. “Friends reunited.”
Chuckling, Kez whacked him with his elbow.
Chapter Twelve
Spin the Bottle
Kez was having trouble believing what had just happened. He lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his cock slumped against his leg in evidence that it hadn’t been a dream. Not that having Callum next to him, sweating, radiating heat, and lower limbs entangled around his own wasn’t a dead giveaway. Still, he struggled to accept it all. Callum had wanted him. Had begged for him. Had loved every second of Kez being inside him. To be honest, Kez hadn’t had sex any better than that. He’d had some good times, for sure. He’d had some utter catastrophes too with men finding the stump too icky to get past first base. He and Callum seemed to fit. They always had. It had been so easy to let himself go and enjoy every moment without the fear.
A pang of remorse struck that he’d allowed himself to have gone that far with Callum so quickly. Yeah, they had a past. Yeah, they’d done stuff before. That hadn’t been like ‘first-date’ sex. But it was still rushed. Especially considering he’d only broken things off with Rafferty a few hours ago to get his head in some sort of order. Callum had scuppered all that. He always had. He always would. He was Callum. And Kez was a sucker for him.