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“You needed me.” Caleb's voice cracks slightly on the last word, the first genuinely unguarded thing I've heard from him since I met him. “That mattered more than a rotation schedule.”

The table goes quiet for a moment, TJ visibly working through something. I am watching the kind of loyalty that doesn't announce itself, just shows up and carries a bag for months without asking for credit.

“When this season's over,” TJ finally says, steady, decisive, “you're finishing that degree. I mean it. Whatever it costs, whatever schedule you need, I've got you.”

Caleb opens his mouth, and TJ cuts him off.

“Not up for negotiation, Caleb. Classes resume in January. I’ll hire another caddie.”

Something shifts in Caleb's face, and for once, the constant performance drops entirely, and he’s just a young guy who gave up something real for his friend and is really being seen for it.

“Okay,” he says, quieter than I've ever heard him. “Okay. Thank you. Love you, boo.”

“Love you back, Caleb.”

We work our way through the back nine, then Caleb takes off with the other caddies. Apparently, the gruff older men delight in his flippant charm and exuberant stories.

I’ll order room service in a bit, but I need TJ in my arms. Now.

Leading him to our room, I tug him into the bathroom, stripping his clothes off as I go.

“Gavin, I can…,” he objects.

“Shh, just let me,” I say, kissing him into silence. My clothes join his somewhere on the bedroom floor, and I flip on the shower, stepping under the stream until it warms, then pulling him into the cramped cubicle. I pump shower gel into my hands and slick my hands all over his body, washing away the sweat from the day.

Unable to resist, I pull him against me, chest-to-chest, then get my hands slippery and run them over his cute ass, cupping and delving between his cheeks. He trembles, whimpering against my lips as my fingers brush his pucker.

“Please,” he pants against my lips. His fingers are on my hips, digging in, pulling me tight against him.

I suck his tongue into my mouth, then thrust mine into his, fucking his mouth. Pulling back, I answer, “Please what, baby,” as I kiss up his neck. His whole body shivers as I nibble under his ear and his cock throbs against my leg.

“Ah, fuck,” he groans. “I want you, Gavin.”

“You have me,” I reply, biting his shoulder as my fingers travel up and down his back and ass, delving, teasing.

“Please,” he begs.

“Words, TJ, what do you want? On my knees for you?” I ask, stepping back to do just that.

He shakes his head violently. “No, please, god, please fuck me. I need you.”

I pause, only for a moment, then wrap my arms around him tightly and kiss him deeply, turning his body into the water stream to rinse off all the soap I had slathered over him. I spread his butt cheeks and let my fingers play over his fluttering hole as the water carries away the gel and his legs shudder.

Flicking the water off, I step out and quickly dry him off, smacking his hands away again when he tries to take the towel. “Let me,” I growl and smile at his blissful expression.

Pressing him onto the bed, I roll him onto his back and lick and he screams. “Fuuuck!” Grinning, I thrust my tongue into him, holding his hips down so his squirming doesn’t break my strokes. Sucking and licking him, his hole softens and opens perfectly until my tongue slides in easily.

“Ah god, Gavin, so good, please,” he begs.

“Not yet, baby, you need some fingers first. Make sure I don’t hurt you.” I grab the bottle of lube and slick up my fingers, and pour some down his crack for good measure. Kissing a plump ass cheek, I play over his hole with a fingertip, circling until I know he is ready, then I slide a finger into him slowly. “Push back on me, baby, open up for me.”

He tenses, then pushes, and I slide right in.

“Oh, good boy,” I croon and smile as he shudders.

“Oh, fuck, god, that’s so good,” he groans.

I avoid his prostate and gently pump a bit, just loosening him until I think he can take another.