Chapter 23 — Calvin

Calvin had brought home some fresh-cut flowers from the little shop near the park, and even though he loved how the bright yellow zinnias and white daisies brightened the entire dining room, they were almost a little too cheerful for the occasion.

Just knowing that tonight was going to be the last evening, the last meal, the last few hours that he and Jack would be able to spend together until who-knows-when made Calvin want to break down and cry.

He couldn’t do that, though. He would have to save his tears for after Jack had left.

Tonight, there could be no tears. No moping.

Calvin hoped they could use the little bit of time they had left with each other to make a few more happy memories—memories he would be able to hold onto when Jack was seven hundred miles away again.

He looked over across the living room to the couch where his very pregnant cat was alternating between snoring and purring. At least he’d have Darren to keep him from being too sad.

And soon there would be a bunch of little kittens running around keeping Calvin and Darren both busy all day and night. It would be impossible to miss Jack all the time then… right?

The knock on his front door pulled Calvin from his thoughts, and he practically ran to answer it, not willing to give up one single second that he could be spending with Jack tonight.

“Hey, babe,” Jack said, taking Calvin into his arms and planting a kiss on his lips as soon as the door opened. “Have I told you how sexy you look?”

Calvin smiled, the familiar heat rising in his cheeks as his cock swelled from being so close to Jack. “Maybe once or twice,” he teased.

“Well, that’s not nearly enough.” Jack ran his hands down Calvin’s back until he was cupping his ass, then kissed him again. “Have I at least told you how sexy you are once or twice today?”

“Hm… I’m trying to remember…” Calvin nibbled at his lip before reaching down between them to palm Jack’s already-hard cock through his jeans. “If you haven’t, I can think of some ways you can make it up to me.”

“I like where this is going,” Jack said, lifting Jack off the ground and nuzzling against his neck, tickling the sensitive skin there with his evening stubble. “But something smells good—besides you, I mean. Maybe we should eat whatever it is so we have plenty of energy for later.”

“Oh, right,” Calvin said, feeling a little dazed as he peeled himself away from Jack. “Dinner. Yeah, we should definitely do that, too.” He took Jack’s hand and led him into the dining room. “Go ahead and have a seat. I’ve got a, um, casserole in the oven…” Calvin stopped and quirked an eyebrow. “Do you like casserole?”

“Love it,” Jack said, grinning. “Is there anything I can help with, though? I don’t want to sit in here while you do all the work.”

“Nope, nothing to help with.” Calvin hurried into the kitchen and grabbed an oven mitt, then set the casserole out to cool while he popped his head back around the corner. “Thank you, though. But, um, is your mom gonna hate me for having you over all night again? I’m sure she’s not thrilled that you’ve basically been staying here.”

Jack gave what sounded like a nervous laugh. Was it a nervous laugh? It was hard to tell from the kitchen without looking at him directly, but it sure didn’t sound like his normal laugh.

Calvin stopped what he was doing and walked back into the dining room to sit across from Jack. “Is everything okay? I was just joking, but I really will understand if you need to go home. I know your family wants to see you, too.”

“No, no,” Jack shook his head decisively. “Nothing like that, babe. It’s just, well… about my mom…”

Now Calvin was actually starting to get worried. Jack never was one to beat around the bush about much of anything.

“Is she okay? Did something happen?”

“No, sorry,” Jack said, hurriedly. “She’s good. I didn’t mean to worry you, I just… well, I sort of came out to her. About… us.”

Calvin felt his mouth drop open. For a moment, he thought maybe Jack was playing a joke. But… he wasn’t laughing.

Calvin waited a moment, just in case there really was a punchline coming that he couldn’t figure out.

But no, still no laughing. Jack was serious.

“You really came out to her? To your mom?” Calvin was still trying to wrap his head around the idea. Nope. Couldn’t. “You’re not joking, right?”

Jack laughed. “Why is that everyone’s first reaction? She asked the same thing… well, not quite so nicely, but still. No, babe, not joking. I told her that I was finally ready to be happy, and that you make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“Oh my God, Jack—” Calvin’s heart filled so quickly he thought it might burst as he straddled Jack’s lap and covered his face with kisses. “That’s… wow… I can’t believe it! I’m so happy for you, Jack. God, that must have been so hard to say.”

“No, it really wasn’t.” Jack shook his head. “Because it was the truth. I mean, not gonna lie, of course I was worried about how she might react. But the actual words? There was nothing hard at all about saying how I feel about you.”

“Wow,” Calvin repeated. “I don’t even know what to say. I… you make me really happy, too, Jack. So happy. The happiest. I’m just… wow.”

Jack laughed again. “It’s not often I catch you at a loss for words. But seriously, babe. I don’t know where this is going between us, but… I’m not ready for it to end.”

“I’m not ready for that, either,” Calvin said, his heart full of conflicting emotions. “I know we’re supposed to take things slowly, but…” he sighed. No. Not gonna go there. Not right now. “Anyway, I’m good with taking things slowly. I really am.”

“Yeah? You think we have a shot?”

“We’ve always got a shot, Jack. I won’t ever give up hope that things will work out someday, even though it feels like everything is against us right now. Life wouldn’t be worth living without hope.”

“That’s right.” He nodded. “You’re right. We’ve got hope. We’ve got plans. And we’ve got tonight.”

That was going to have to be enough for Calvin—for both of them, really.

And while they still had tonight, Calvin didn’t want to waste another minute of it being sad.

There would be plenty of time for that later, when he was by himself again.

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Calvin didn’t know how time could go by so quickly when he was doing his best to be present and enjoy every single second, but somehow dinner with Jack had flown by.

“You shouldn’t have spoiled me with that meal, babe,” Jack said, planting a kiss on Calvin’s forehead as he helped clear the dishes from the table. “Now I’m really gonna have to try hard to do the same for you… except I’m not nearly as good of a cook.”

“That’s okay,” Calvin said, tossing him a wink. “There are other ways you can spoil me tonight.”

“I’m counting on it,” Jack replied, pulling Calvin close. “In fact, I was hoping I could get started spoiling you right now.”

Calvin could feel Jack’s thick cock pulse between them, and it took all of his concentration not to drop to his knees right there in the kitchen. “I’m definitely not going to argue with that. This,” he reached down and palmed Jack’s cock, “wins out over doing the dishes every time.”

Jack half-laughed, half-moaned as he thrust against Calvin’s palm. “Thank God for that. I’ll really start to worry if the day comes that you’d rather do the dishes.”

“That day will never come, I can promise that much.”

“But you’re going to come,” Jack said, leading Calvin through the house to the bedroom. “More than once tonight.” He turned to face Calvin and grinned once they were standing in front of the bed. “I can promise that much.”

Jack didn’t waste time getting either of them naked, and Calvin could see the heat flare in his eyes as Jack rubbed his hands down Calvin’s bare chest, down his abs, stopping just before he got to Calvin’s throbbing cock.

“Get on the bed, babe,” Jack ordered. “On your hands and knees. Let me see that sexy ass.”

Calvin scrambled to get onto the bed, putting his head down and his ass up and moaning like a porn star when he felt Jack’s hands kneading his cheeks.

“Oh my G—ah,” Calvin gasped as the cool air from the room mixed with the heat of Jack’s breath against his hole.

“Such a fucking pretty ass,” Jack growled, spreading Calvin’s cheeks wide. “I bet it tastes fucking delicious, too.”

Before Calvin could think or speak or breathe, he felt the wet warmth of Jack’s tongue lapping at his hole as Jack grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back until he was riding Jack’s face.

Calvin’s eyes rolled back in his head as he grabbed two fists-full of the bed sheets. He sucked in a sharp breath as Jack’s tongue dipped and probed deeper, spreading him open and making every bone in his body turn to jelly.

He probably would have collapsed flat onto the bed if Jack hadn’t been holding him in place with his strong, firm hands. If Calvin had known this was what Jack had in mind to spoil him with, they probably would have skipped dinner after all.

“Fuck, babe,” Jack groaned, giving Calvin’s ass another quick taste. “I need to be inside you. You don’t know how bad I’ve been wanting it.”

“”Yes,” Calvin said, lifting his head to make sure Jack heard. “Please, yes, Jack.”

He heard the low rumble of Jack’s laugh as he felt a finger gently press against his hole. “You’re so tight, though. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Calvin pressed back against Jack’s finger, moaning as it slipped inside. “You won’t… hurt me…”

It had been a long time since Calvin had been fucked, and he knew it probably would hurt a little at first, but Calvin didn’t care. It would be the best kind of pain—the kind that led to intense pleasure.

And it would be Jack. Inside him. Fucking him. Filling him.

God, just thinking about it made Calvin grab his cock and start stroking.

Jack worked his finger back and forth, then added another. “Are you sure, babe?” he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. “We don’t have to, you know. We could just stop and go to bed…”

“Oh my God, Jack,” Calvin looked back over his shoulder and shot Jack a mock glare. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I-I-oh my God that feels good.”

Jack had added a second finger, and was slowly working them both in and out, brushing up against his prostate and completely taking over his whole world.

“Yes… yes…” Calvin said, fucking himself on Jack’s fingers. “Please, Jack. Now.”

Jack took his fingers away, making Calvin whimper at the sudden empty feeling as he felt Jack’s weight lift from the bed.

“Condoms?” Jack asked. “Lube?”

Calvin jerked his head toward the nightstand. “Over there. Hurry, Jack.”

He traced Jack’s movements across the room, watching as each muscle in his toned body bunched and flexed as he dug through the nightstand and quickly suited up.

“That bossy tone turns me on, babe,” Jack said, grinning as he walked back behind Calvin, his hard cock leading the way. “If you’re not careful, I might forget to take it easy on you.”

“I don’t want you to take it easy,” Calvin said, putting his head back down and arching his back. “I just want you inside me.”

Jack grabbed Calvin’s hips and pulled him back to the edge of the bed, and Calvin could feel the head of Jack’s cock as he lined it up with his waiting hole.

“Yes,” Calvin whispered, pushing back against his hard length. “Right there.”

Without another word, Jack pressed forward, the head of his cock sliding past that tight ring of muscle and making Calvin gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Jack stopped pushing and rubbed his hands up and down along Calvin’s sides. “Are you okay, babe? Tell me if you need me to stop.”

“No,” Calvin said, shaking his head. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop until you’re all the way inside me.”

He pushed forward again, another couple of inches filling and stretching Calvin’s hole. God, it felt so good. It was exactly what Calvin had been wanting, had been needing.

And now he needed more.

“Harder, Jack,” he said. “Faster, please.”

“Fuck, babe,” Jack growled. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He slid in further, until Calvin could feel the coarse hairs at the base of Jack’s cock brushing against his ass. Calvin rocked back against him until he was all the way in, loving the way Jack filled him completely.

Jack slowly slid out, inch by inch, until only the head of his cock was still inside, then pushed back in with one long, slow thrust, burying the entire length in Calvin’s ass and making him see stars as his cock pressed against Calvin’s prostate.

“Oh my God,” Calvin panted. “Yes, just like that. Faster now.”

Jack thrust in and out, faster and harder, just like Calvin wanted, over and over until it was impossible for Calvin to tell where Jack’s body ended and his own began.

He could feel the orgasm building inside of him already, and he was getting closer and closer to the edge with each thrust.

Calvin could feel the heat radiating from his core as Jack hit that spot inside of him perfectly, and was pretty sure he could come just like this, without even touching himself.

But Jack was there to take care of that, too. As if he’d been reading Calvin’s mind, he reached around and started stroking Calvin’s aching cock as he leaned in and panted dirty, sexy things in Calvin’s ear.

“You feel so fucking good, babe. So fucking tight. You’re gonna make me come inside that hot little hole. Are you ready, Calvin? Ready to come with me, babe?”

“God, yes,” Calvin moaned, closing his eyes and losing himself as Jack pounded him and stroked him and made him start to come undone. “I’m coming, Jack. Coming… now…”

Someone cried out, but Calvin didn’t know if it was his own voice or Jack’s. It didn’t matter, though, because they were both coming at the same time, Jack’s cock swelling inside of him as his own hot jets spilled over Jack’s fist and onto the bed.

Only when Jack collapsed next to him and pulled him close for a kiss did Calvin open his eyes again.

“That was…” Calvin didn’t even have words. He just trusted that Jack knew.

“Perfect,” Jack said, proving that he really did know exactly what Calvin was thinking.

“Yes,” Calvin murmured. “Perfect.”

Calvin closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the sexy, wonderful man who had somehow turned his whole world upside down.

And as he felt himself drifting off to sleep, Calvin let himself pretend like it wasn’t all going to end in just a few short hours.