20. Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Callum

The dirt was ingrained, forming a tiny dark spider web pattern in the whorls of his fingertips and in the lines of his palms. He attacked the area with the nail brush, rubbing the bristles back and forth on his calloused hands before focusing on his nails and cuticles again. Scrubbing his hands after a hard day's work had become all too familiar, as had leaving his blackened boots at the back door and dumping his soiled clothes in the laundry on the way through the house. He'd showered when he'd first come in, desperate to get the smell of the char and ash from his nostrils, but he never seemed able to get the goddamned dirt from around his fingernails.

"Fuck." The small nailbrush slipped from his grip and landed in the basin with a jarring clatter.

"Here, let me."

He'd been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Trent enter the bathroom. He sighed as Trent reached around and picked up the brush. He let himself be turned and didn't protest when Trent took his hand and began cleaning, his touch so much gentler than the fierce scrubbing Callum had been doing. Trent squirted more hand wash and lathered it up before rubbing it over Callum's hands. The floral scent filled the room, replacing the acrid stink in his nose and evoking pleasant memories—that first time he'd allowed himself to enjoy another man's touch. He closed his eyes and let Trent work his magic.

He groaned at the press of Trent's fingers, the way he worked on the muscles at the base of Callum's thumbs, the hint of pain, the flash of pleasure. Who'd have thought his thumbs would be an erogenous zone? But damn, who'd have thought a man touching him—no, not any man—that Trent touching him would cause him to melt at the knees? He leaned against the bathroom counter and gave in to the sensations.

"C'mon, let's get you rinsed off and into bed. You've been working your arse off all day."

It was only when Trent spoke that Callum realised he'd been starting to doze off. He shook his head to clear the fog as Trent pulled his hands under the warm running water and washed the suds down the drain.

Five minutes later, he was under the sheets, surrounded by the scent of fresh laundry. "You changed the sheets," he mumbled, loving the feel of the soft cotton on his skin.

"Uh-huh, there's nothing like the scent of freshly washed linen."

Callum grunted. He didn't agree. Give him a bed that smelled of Trent any day. He rolled over and pulled Trent against his side in a move that had become natural to him. Trent rested his head on his shoulder and threw an arm across his chest, the weight comforting. Callum breathed deeply, happy to be surrounded by the fragrance of the expensive shampoo he'd come to associate with Trent.

Just a few short months ago—although sometimes it felt like a lifetime, given so much had happened—he'd had a totally different reaction to Trent's touch. From the initial surprise to the unsettled feelings that churned his gut. And to think he'd questioned them, unable to handle his own emotions and the unexpected yearning. And when he'd given Trent the first hint that he'd be receptive to more than a friendly touch… Oh god. He hardened at the thought of Trent's exploration, desire pooling in his belly.

As if sensing the direction his thoughts were going, Trent tilted his head, allowing Callum to take his lips in an all-consuming kiss. He poured every bit of emotion into that kiss, moving his lips over Trent's and gently teasing with his tongue. Trent groaned and opened further. The kiss deepened into something spine-tingling that boiled his blood.

"I thought you were tired." Trent's words were a mumble against Callum's mouth.

"Never too tired for this."

Trent chuckled. "You'll get sick of this one day."

"Don't bet on that." Callum flipped Trent over so his back was flat against the mattress. Trent's eyes widened at the sudden movement, a growl sounding low in his throat. Fuck! He loved the way he could manhandle him and Trent would respond with eyes full of lust. He'd never get bored of seeing that look—of being the cause of that look.

He drew a hand down Trent's chest, fingers trailing over the coarse smattering of hair. When he reached his abs, Trent shivered under his touch and his eyes fluttered closed. Callum brought his mouth down, unable to resist another kiss. The bed dipped slightly as he lowered his weight and surrendered to the desire for friction. Trent pulled him closer and arched his hips, rocking into him as his fingers dug into Callum's shoulders. He'd most likely have marks given Trent's grip, but, fuck, the idea of wearing Trent's marks turned him on. He groaned at the thought and at the feel of Trent's hard cock pressed against his. He ached for more, kiss turning desperate, as they moved against each other, tongues tangling and breaths coming fast until they pulled back for air.

"Fuck, I'm definitely not going to get sick of this," Trent whispered, his voice rough with lust. His eyes were dark, his lips kiss-swollen and glistening.

"I could kiss you all day," Callum murmured, pushing a lock of hair back from Trent's forehead. "Sexy."

Then Trent smirked and moved like lightning.

Callum gasped as all of a sudden Trent was on top, pinning his wrists to the mattress and giving him a look so sinful that his stomach dropped. His pulse thundered as Trent released one hand and traced the planes of his body, skimming his sides and following the curve of his arse. Each stroke sent fireworks through him and when Trent kissed along his jawline before nipping a path down his neck, he thought he'd combust.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Trent licked from his throat to his collarbone, teeth scraping gently until he reached his nipple. Then his lips closed over the small bud, sending shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. Oh God! The bed creaked softly as Trent laved and sucked, one hand trailing down to wrap around Callum's cock.

"Fucking hell." He ripped his hand free and automatically grasped each side of Trent's head, fingers twisting in the soft strands. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hold him to his chest or pull him away, the onslaught to both his nipple and his cock almost too much. However, Trent took the decision from him, licking and kissing down his abdomen until his chin nudged the tip of Callum's cock. The rasp of stubble sent a bolt of lightning through him. He arched into Trent's grip as the fire built.

Trent gave one tantalising lick, capturing the moisture there before lifting his head, but he didn't release the hold he had on Callum's cock, stroking and teasing. Callum trembled from head to toe and groaned as he looked up at Trent hovering over him.

"Are you ready?" Trent winked and nudged his legs.

"Al… always," he replied with a shaky voice that sounded anything but sure, but how the fuck was he meant to speak clearly with Trent working his magic. He widened his thighs. And when Trent bent and engulfed his cock, his mind turned to mush.

He wasn't new to a blowjob, but it had never felt like this. Never. Hot, and wet, and with suction that was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Trent didn't hesitate as he took all of Callum into his mouth, swallowing around the sensitive head of his dick, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure. Trent continued to suck, one hand at the base of Callum's cock while he rolled his balls with the other. Callum gripped handfuls of sheet and threw his head back, giving in to the sensations. Every muscle tensed, and he knew he wouldn't last long.

"T… Trent."

Trent sucked harder. At the same time he explored further, releasing Callum's balls, his fingers seeking and finding Callum's hole. He'd never had his arse played with and for a moment he tensed, but as Trent massaged the area softly, he found himself widening his legs further. The suction on his cock was heaven and the pressure on his rim, although strange, left him dizzy with need. Any minute he was going to lose it. Any minute. Yes, yes, yes.

Trent pressed inside, not penetrating far but it sent a jolt though him that made him gasp. His hips bucked involuntarily at Trent's touch and Trent spluttered as Callum's cock hit the back of his throat. but he didn't stop and neither did Callum's orgasm.

"Fuck," he breathed out, closing his eyes as pleasure coursed through him in wave after wave.

By the time he'd come to his senses, Trent was lying next to him, head propped on one hand as he studied him with a smile on his face. "Okay?" he asked as he held his palm over Callum's heart.

"I'm not sure," Callum replied, sure his heart was about to pump out of his chest. "Ask me again when I've come back down to earth. Oh, my God, Trent, that was mind-blowing."

Trent huffed a laugh. "So not too much?"

Callum felt the heat crawl up his neck. He knew what Trent was asking. He wasn't used to talking about sex, being upfront about what he liked and wanted, but then again, he hadn't really wanted much before. Who'd have thought he'd be into arse play. "No, not too much. I've not really… it's new, but I… I liked it." Oh hell, what did he have to lose? "I loved it."

Trent smiled and he reached for him, placing a hand at his nape to pull him in for a kiss. He could taste himself on Trent's lips, and wondered what Trent would taste like. They'd had the safe sex talk but up until now they'd only rutted against each other, making out like teenagers on the sofa, or shared handjobs. The shower had seen some action, as had the bed, but he'd never taken Trent into his mouth. That was going to change right now.

As they kissed, he sought out Trent's cock, wrapping a hand around it. Trent groaned at the first contact, Callum capturing the sound with his kiss. He was hard as steel, his skin silken under Callum's touch. Trent pushed into his fist as Callum tightened his hand. He moved up and down a few times, loving the feel of the hot length, and loving the responses he elicited. Trent was a vocal bed partner and Callum had a pretty good idea that Trent approved of what he was doing. But he had more on his mind that a handjob.

He pulled Trent down beside him and Trent rolled back until his head hit the pillow. Callum shuffled to his knees, still gripping Trent's length. He met Trent's gaze and smiled, before moving down Trent's body.

Trent grabbed his biceps. "You don't have to—"

"I want to."

Trent shrugged. "Well, if you're sure, I won't say no."

Callum chuckled, loving how relaxed and easy things were between them. He was nervous because he wanted things to be good for Trent, but he was also comfortable knowing Trent wouldn't have any expectations. He looked up at Trent's face and saw the trust there, the anticipation, the lust. He didn't need any more encouragement. Holding him with one hand, he leaned forward and kissed the head of Trent's cock. It was silky soft with an intoxicating bead of moisture. He licked his lip, tasting the stickiness before opening wide. He took Trent in slowly, testing and exploring with his mouth and his tongue. He licked up the length, swirled his tongue around the ridge at the head before lowering again. Trent's moan, as he sucked, was low and rumbling. He began gently before sucking harder. Trent's hands moved to his head as his hips began a rhythmic undulation. He didn't hold him tight, letting Callum set the pace.

Callum closed his eyes and focused on the experience, the salty tang, the musky scent, listening to the encouraging sounds from Trent. He increased the pace, increased the suction, gagged a little when Trent hit the back of his throat. His eyes teared, but fuck, he loved every minute, loved knowing that he was causing Trent to fall apart.

"Cal." Trent tugged on his head tighter now. "Cal, I'm going to come. If you don't want… fuck."

Trent stiffened and flooded Callum's mouth.

It was hot and messy but something he could definitely get used to particularly when he saw the look of satisfaction on Trent's face. He allowed Trent to slip from his mouth. "You alright?" he asked, although from the looks of things Trent was more than okay.

Trent smiled and nodded. "Come here, you."

He returned the smile, his heart swelling with happiness, and crawled up Trent's body. He pressed a tender kiss to his lips before lying down. As Trent nestled against his side, he said a silent prayer to whatever powers had deemed to bring the two of them together.