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Callum needed this. It’d been too long and the toys he had at his disposal, the ones he’d bought with Ben, were just not cutting it anymore. Of course he got off, he always did. However…there was just something about the push and pull that Ben knew that Callum needed, somehow quieted all the noise within him.
Callum’s eyes rolled back and his body trembled beneath the weight of the man above him, as the head of his husband’s perfectly formed cock rubbed up against his prostate, sending another wave of pleasure careening throughout his body.
He well and truly loved this feeling. The one when his entire body felt like it came alive whenever and however their bodies came together. A caress here, a kiss there, even the cheeky arse grab, it didn’t matter because he welcomed it all.
He also loved it when Ben took on the role of being bottom. It wasn’t something his husband tended to want to do, especially not after and Callum understood that. Allowing someone else to pleasure you in that way takes some measure of trust and consent. And to be quite honest, Callum had come to love Bottoming for his husband. Ben knew how to bring him to the edge and walk him back, for quite some time if he chose to. And as tender as his man could be, Callum sometimes liked to have a little reminder, from time to time, of their time together. Nothing BDSM in nature, or not yet at least, but more in the form of the welcome ache in his bones of a night of being well fucked.
Callum moaned loudly and the sound filled the room around them as his body shivered. When Ben pushed in again he did it slowly and, in Callum’s opinion, with extreme purpose, making sure to linger just a little longer each time on his prostate. It didn’t help that they had been apart longer than either of them would have liked to be since their last visit and so Callum did everything within his power to hold the line and not come. Unfortunately that line seemed to be very blurry and his “want” was beginning to be outweighed by the “need”.
‘Ben…Ben…’ Callum gasped.
‘Just a little bit longer yeah…you can do it, babe.”
‘Ben, I can’t. I need…I need to…’ he tried again, only this time, when Callum moaned in pleasure, he could feel the thrusting become a little more erratic.
‘Shh, I know Cal, I know.’ Ben replied.
‘Ben, I’m beggin’ you, please..’
Callum watched as Ben looked down upon him, eyes heavy, pupils blown, breath ragged, accepting every thrust of his husband. Finally, Ben nodded and said, ‘Go on Cal, let go.’
Something within Callum snapped and his body released all that which had been held back, denied even, and it felt so damn good. Like a wave finally crashing against the rocks at the base of a cliff or even when that little screensaver icon finally hits the corner of the screen perfectly after spending so much time tracking its every move. And when Ben followed moments after, Callum wrapped his legs around Ben, keeping him inside of him as long as possible. Never wanting this feeling of fullness…of perfection, to recede back into the depths from which it came. He loved this feeling. Reveled in it. Soaked it up like a sponge, letting it fill every available atom of himself, until he was numb to the worries of the world.
Unfortunately, as it is wont to do, life crept back in.
‘Why did it always have to creep back in?’ Callum thought.
Here he’d been, having a perfectly good time, life and time not existing past the four walls around the two of them, and yet it had seemingly found a crack in which to reassert itself. This was honestly the last thing he wanted to think about while his husband was still balls deep within him. He wanted to relish the feel of the stretch that came with being intimate, with Ben. However, despite the want of the World to cease to exist outside of this shared room, Callum knew the truth of it.
He was out of time and just had to hope that Ben would listen and not get upset with him. And truth be told, Callum wouldn’t blame him.
He closed his eyes, took a breath and just as he was about to open them back up, a hand had begun to gently caress the left side of his face. ‘Where did ya go?’
Callum blinked, ‘What? I didn’t…’
‘Cal, I just did some of me best work ever, we’re still joined together in the most intimate of ways and I couldn’t feel further away from ya.’
‘I’m right here, Ben.’ Callum said with an involuntary chuckle.
‘Except you’re not. You may be here, physically, but…’ Ben said.
‘I’m right here, Ben. Not going anywhere.’
Ben rolled his eyes and pulled back a little so that he could see more of his husband’s face. ‘Cal, I’m deaf, and even I can hear the grinding of the gears in that loaf of yours. What’s going on?’
Callum sighed and began to lay it all out for Ben and as he got further and further into the story, the more tense he could tell Ben became. He was about to continue talking, but instead of Ben yelling or cursing the police, he slowly pulled his cock out of Callum and reached over, grabbed one of the items from the table and started the process of cleaning them both.
‘Ben you really don’t……’
Ben placed a single finger to Callum’s lips, gave a quiet little, ‘shhhh’, before he gave the briefest of kisses and finished the cleanup of their bodies.
Callum had wanted to say something, but what else was there to say when he’d laid out every bit of information that he himself had been given. In all honesty, he’d expected Ben to have more of a reaction. Not that Callum was looking for punishment…he just thought he’d see Ben be a bit more…vocal.
‘What’s that look for? Do I have something on my face?’
‘Whatcha looking at me like that for, Cal?’
‘I just…I thought you’d be cross with me for getting into this situation.’‘Except you didn’t…not this time. This time it was that git, Jack Branning, what put you up to it. But hey, If you want, I can have a go at ya, have a row, and then we have “make up sex”.
Callum laughed and leaned in, hands going to either side of Ben’s face and pulled Ben into a deep kiss. “You really think I can do this?” he asked.
Ben smiled, pulled Callum closer and kissed his forehead. “I believe that I told you once, that it ain’t even a question and I still think that’s true.’
‘But what if…’ he trailed off, his head turned away from the man he loved. Callum knew Ben was waiting for him to continue, but would also give him a moment to collect himself and order his thoughts. He turned his gaze back to Ben, tears in his eyes, ‘What if I have to…ya know…’
‘Oh...’ Be said but didn’t continue.
Callum couldn’t help it, and when a sob did break through his resolve, he nestled into Ben’s embrace.
Ben wasn’t one for allowing his emotions to be on display, but he always held the space for Callum to express his, the good and the bad. And at this moment, Callum was feeling a lot and needed the support of the man he loved. And oh how he’d missed this, being held by his husband.
He was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when Ben tightened his hold and raked his fingers through Callum’s hair. ‘Cal, I’ve wanted you to be happy and be who you are since the day I met ya and part of that was you joinin’ up with the Old Bill. And you are…happy, that is. And you also make me happy. You certainly know how to use a truncheon.’ Ben said, suggestively.
Callum laughed and turned and kissed Ben. Just a simple peck on the lips and pulled back. ‘But…’
‘And part of bein’ a good copper,’ Ben said, ‘sorry, a good Detective, Mr. DC Mitchell-Highway, especially if you are havin’ to go undercover, is that sometimes it means having to do things you might not want to to maintain your cover.’
‘Even if it means compromising myself and my…my, my vows?’
‘Yeah, even then.’ Ben said with a tone of sadness and finality in his voice.
‘I just…how will I be able to face your…our, family when they find out… because you know they will. I can’t be the person Lex wishes weren’t her dad if she finds out I were unfaithful.’
Ben sighed and pulled back a little from his embrace of Callum and put his hand underneath his husband's chin and brought his gaze to Ben’s own. ‘I need you to really look at me and hear my words.’ Callum laughed. ‘Ironic innit, comin’ from your Deaf Husband, implant or no.’
‘A bit.’ Callum said with a smile.
Ben smiled and let his thumb glide back and forth across Callum’s cheek and continued. ‘You. Are. A. Good, the best really, Dad. That little girl, our little girl, loves the bones off ya. As much as I wish you could tell ‘er about this, you can’t. And I know that is going to hurt ya to your core, but it really will be for the best.’
‘Even if it means I lose the love of our family?’
‘Cal, you don’t know how long this undercover thing is going to last. It could all be over in a matter of days, at which point all yer worryin’ will be for nothin’. But if it goes longer and…and ya have to do things you don’t want to, just know that I know the truth. I still love the bones off ya and will be in your corner when the time comes to fight for your honor to be…hmm, not restored, but…’
‘Ben…’
‘Ya know I’m not good at this speakin’ from the heart and stuff.’ Ben all but exclaimed with a sigh.
Callum smiled ‘I dunno, I think you're doing alright.
‘Alls I’m sayin’ is that when all this is over, I’ll be there, by your side, telling our family that I knew…that you came to see me and we spoke about all of this and I’ll fight each and every one of ‘em, until they get it through their thick heads that you didn’t do anything wrong. That, as far as I’m concerned, you’ve not broken any vow to me.’
Callum couldn’t help himself and he pulled his husband into another deep kiss. When he pulled back, he found himself overwhelmed and unable to put to words just what his husband meant to him, so he made sure that he had Ben’s attention and then proceeded to sign ‘I love you’, to him, in the way he had when Ben first said those three words to him. Callum was happy to see that even now, Ben was not unaffected and just before he pulled Callum closer and into a dirty kiss, that had Callum’s body responding immediately, he saw Ben’s eyes beginning to glisten.
And when it was time for Callum to go, which he did with great reluctance, apologizing that this might be the last time he is able to visit Ben for a while, and a final kiss, with another ‘I Love You’, he did so secure in the knowledge that Ben was with him and would always be.
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He stared at the phone on the wall before him, unease coursing through him. If he did this, made this call, it couldn’t be undone, but something told him this needed to be done, regardless of what he’d told his husband.
He took a deep breath, exhaled, stepped forward, and took the receiver off its resting place, dialed the number he knew by heart and brought the phone to his ear and allowed the ringing to fill the space where the dread was attempting to settle in.
It rang…
And rang…
And rang…
And when the call finally connected and heard the voice on the other end, he breathed, not a sigh of relief, but one of resignation. He knew that if things were going to go the way he thought they would, there really was no other option.
Ben sighed, again.
‘Hey, Dad, how soon can ya get here because I need your help.’