Page 56 of Five Days

Zack

“How was he this morning?” I asked Callum, who lay on the sand beside me.

The sun shone down on us, and even though it was a couple hours before noon, we both held fruity drinks with little umbrellas. He’d slathered sunscreen on me, and I’d returned the favor, lingering and teasing with my touch until he’d gotten hard, high cheekbones pink and fucking gorgeous.

I’d almost suggested heading to my room again, but I’d yet to just sit and relax on the beach.

“He’s focused on his MacBook, typing like mad. Usually, issues with work set him back emotionally, but he’s…recharged, I guess you could say.”

Work. Typing. Following his dreams.

How they’d met made a little more sense.

“And did your return to the suite have anything to do with said recharging?” I teased, turned on a little by the thought of them together.

That alluring flush returned to Callum’s face.

“Mmm,” I hummed in appreciation, shifting to adjust my junk that perked up yet again. While I wasn’t one to poke into a client’s personal life, I got off on the sex talk that always ramped them up. Made them lust for my dick or hole.

And Callum?

He’d been putty in my hands the night before, and I couldn’t deny wanting to play some more regardless of how badly I’d been tempted to tear down my walls and let him in.

We’d shared blow jobs before he’d left my bed that morning, since he’d declined my dick up his very sore ass. Mutual climaxes via each other’s mouths hadn’t been nearly enough to ease my insatiable desire for him. It was too bad Landon couldn’t join us too. At least then I’d have another hole at my disposal.

I refused to think about him in any other way that didn’t prove dangerous to my emotions. Bad enough just the presence of his best friend made me want to toss caution to the wind.

“What did you do to him?” I pushed for information, simply for something to fantasize about while being lazy beneath the sun’s warmth. “Finally have a taste of his pink pucker? Spill your cum in him like you’ve been dreaming about doing for the past eight years?”

“Not exactly.”

“Get on your knees to suck his brains out of his dick?”

“Jesus, Zack.” Callum laughed, glancing my way—with a goddamned dimple in his cheek.

“Fuck. Me.”

One of his eyebrows hitched up. “I mean, that could be arranged…”

Groaning, I squeezed the base of my officially granite-like dick. While my thoughts had been quick to go there upon first meeting Callum, with how he’d let himself go with me the night before, I feared inadvertently doing the same should I be on the receiving end of his devoted attention.

The man was hard to resist, and I didn’t trust myself not to lay my lonely heart bare at his feet, especially after seeing that little dent of kryptonite in his cheek. I wanted to keep Callum smiling day and night.

“You said you volunteer at a LGBTQ club for teens,” I stated, doing a one-eighty that caused him to blink because fucking boundaries, goddamnit. I could not allow myself to be tempted more than I already was when it came to him.

“You remembered.”

“Of course I did. It’s something else we have in common besides binging DIY shows.” I turned my focus skyward, eyes closing. “I spend a lot of my free time at the homeless shelter but twice a month hang out at Humanity House, an LGBTQ community for teens, in Malden.”

I had no wish to flay my heart wide open, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t connect with another caretaker, a nurturer who understood that part of me. We talked about the different programs available to the kids and how they seemed much more accepting of all identities.

Fuck knew those before us had fought hard to be recognized. The least we could do was put in the work for future generations.

“You’re a good man, Zack.” Callum’s quiet statement had me squinting his way.

“So are you.”

Callum sat and stared out over the water, arms wrapped around upturned knees. I wondered what went through his thoughts that left zero trace of his dimple behind.

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