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“Yes ma’am,” Rhys said and he actually got up and went to the refrigerator and started pulling out food.
Callan was completely shell-shocked and Dolly actually took his mug from him so he wouldn’t spill coffee all over himself.
“I’ll see you later, darling,” she said as she patted his arm.
“Wait, that’s it?” he managed to say.
“What’s it?” she asked innocently. He motioned between himself and Rhys who was grinning like an idiot. “Callan, for God’s sake, do you think I just walked out of a corn patch somewhere? This town might be ass backwards, but I lived in San Francisco in the seventies. The nice young man who lived in the apartment below mine used to borrow my dresses and taught me how to put on my makeup,” Dolly said with exasperation.
“I don’t think Callan will want to borrow your dresses, Dolly,” Rhys said from behind him. Dolly laughed heartily.
“I’ll make you boys some lasagna for dinner. How does that sound?” she said as she went to the door.
“Sounds good,” Callan said with a smile. He turned to see Rhys watching him with a soft smile, then the man focused his attention on what he was cooking.
What the hell had just happened?
* * *
Rhys was in the middle of cracking an egg when hands closed on his waist and spun him around. Callan’s mouth fastened on his and then his tongue was stroking deep into Rhys’ mouth. Callan pushed him up against the refrigerator and Rhys barely managed to get the burner on the stove turned off before Callan was working his shirt off. Callan’s palms dragged down Rhys’ chest and then curled around his back and settled on his ass.
Having Callan initiate an encounter with him was the last thing Rhys had expected, but he wasn’t about to argue the point. He’d struggled with how he was going to get his perspective back after the red hot night he’d spent with the other two men, especially after waking up to find Finn gone. Callan had looked so worn out that Rhys had let him sleep and had left the house to change clothes. But the idea of Callan waking up alone after everything that had happened seemed wrong so he’d made his way back to the other man’s house.
He’d just finished brewing the coffee when there’d been a knock on the door and his only thought had been that it would be Finn and it didn’t occur to him not to answer it. Then he’d seen Dolly standing there, clearly taken aback by his presence and the need to keep Callan’s secret had reared up and the lie fell easily from his lips. A nice conversation with Dolly about Callan’s antics as a youngster had followed, then Callan was there and blurting out that he’d spent the night not just with one man, but two.
“I want you,” Callan said against his lips and then he was kissing Rhys’ neck as fingers began working the button and zipper on his jeans.
Rhys desperately wanted to ask Callan if he was enough for him – if they could have something without Finn being there, but his insecurity had him nodding his head instead. A hand disappeared inside his pants and then he was engulfed in a tight grip as Callan’s mouth returned to his. He thrust into Callan’s hold, then watched hungrily as Callan used his free hand to shove the pants down, then dropped to his knees. Wet heat surrounded him as Callan sucked him deep. Rhys grabbed his hair and rammed further down his throat and moaned as Callan relaxed his jaw and let him in as far as he could go. Fingers bit into his ass as Rhys fucked into Callan’s mouth over and over.
“Fuck,” Rhys moaned as he slowed his strokes and just enjoyed the sight of his dick sliding seamlessly in and out of Callan’s willing mouth. Callan let him have a few more seconds of the agonizing pleasure, then the man reared up, grabbed Rhys and shoved him face down on the kitchen table. Rhys pushed the few dishes that had been there aside, then steeled himself as Callan leaned over him, his front molding to Rhys’ back. Hard muscle glided over hard muscle and then that tongue was sliding down his spine. Before he could process what was happening, Callan had split him open and his mouth closed over Rhys’ hole and sucked.
Rhys clenched the sides of the table and dropped his forehead to the cold wood as Callan licked and bit at him. He’d never had this done to him before and hadn’t even considered it with previous partners. But he knew the second he got the chance, he’d reciprocate with Callan. And Finn. A brief pang of loss went through him at the thought of the young man, but then Callan was pressing his tongue inside of him and everything but sensation left him.
“Callan, please,” he begged as his body began to burn and twitch. His cock ached, but there was no way he could reach it from his position.
“What do you want, Rhys?” Callan whispered against his hole, the soft puff of breath caressing the tortured flesh.
“I want you to fuck me,” Rhys moaned as he tried to press back against Callan’s face.
Callan rose back to his feet, then leaned over Rhys and forced his head back for a bone melting kiss. He released Rhys and for a panic filled moment, Rhys thought he was stopping because Callan stepped away from him. But then Callan was back and he felt something slick brush over his hole. Vegetable oil. He’d had it out so he could use it to make the eggs.
Callan pressed a soaking finger inside of Rhys, working the oil in deep. He got only a few seconds before another finger joined the first.
“I can’t wait,” Callan said as he pulled his fingers out. Rhys didn’t even get a chance to tell him it was okay before Callan’s thick cock began pushing into him. The pressure and burn were intense, but Rhys wanted more and he braced himself on his elbows so he could counter Callan’s efforts to ease inside him.
“Oh God,” Callan moaned as he pulled out and slid back in. “It’s so good, Rhys,” he said as he began long, smooth glides in and out of Rhys. Fingers curled over Rhys’ shoulders and held him as Callan quickened his pace.
Suddenly Callan came to a grinding halt and Rhys nearly shouted at him not to stop.
“Shit, I forgot the condom,” he said, then pulled all the way out. “Rhys, I’m so sorry,” he said.
“Callan, don’t stop, please! I’ve been tested. I’m negative, I swear,” Rhys heard himself say and he hardly recognized the begging tone that fell from his lips. It would only take a minute for Callan to search out a condom, but Rhys wanted nothing between them.
“I need all of you.” Rhys whispered his final plea as he dropped his forehead to the table, the need and vulnerability making him feel exposed like a raw nerve.
Callan was quiet for so long that Rhys actually started to move. But then a hard hand was pushing him back down and Callan slammed into him, his control clearly gone. There was no latex separating them so Rhys felt every brush against his inner walls. Each time Callan pounded into him the table lurched forward until it finally hit the wall and stopped, giving Callan the leverage he needed to power into Rhys over and over.
Rhys felt his shoulders being pressed down as Callan all but climbed on top of him as he fucked him harder and harder. A shift in the angle of Callan’s hips had him brushing Rhys’ prostate and everything went light and dark at the same time. Rhys heard himself telling Callan that he needed it harder, though the voice didn’t sound like his own. His cock was pinned painfully against the table, but Rhys didn’t care because Callan’s movements were giving him enough friction to have his balls drawing up tight. Tension built and built inside of Rhys until it suddenly snapped like a rubber band and he was screaming as his come pooled beneath him, slick and hot. Callan shouted in his ear as he thrust one last time and then warm liquid flooded Rhys’ insides and Callan bit down on the back of his neck as shudders racked his body.
