by Dakota Rebel
“He’s not your son,” the monsignor said softly.
“All due respect, Monsignor, but they are all my sons.” Kiernan reached across the desk and patted my hand.
“Father Ryan…Callum, you are relieved from your duties.”
“And Declan?” I asked hesitantly.
“You will have him back to campus Sunday night.”
The call disconnected and I blew out a shaky sigh as I ripped off my collar and held it in my hands, staring down at it in a mix of sadness and pure joy.
“Are you okay?” Kiernan asked.
“I will be,” I promised him. “Do I need to give this to you?”
“Keep it,” he insisted, getting to his feet and reaching out to shake my hand. “Declan might like it.”
“Father!” My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he just laughed at me. “Thank you, sir. For everything.”
“I’m proud of you, son,” he told me, walking around the desk and putting an arm around my shoulder, walking me to the door. “I’ll see you at mass Sunday morning?”
“Yes, sir.” I shook his hand again and walked out, my steps quickening through the halls until I was practically running to my car.
I needed to see Declan.
Chapter Fourteen
~Declan~
“Of all the cowardly, low down, horrible things you could do to me!” I yelled, jumping to my feet and throwing a book at Callum the second he walked through his bedroom door. “Nothing happened last night! And you took off this morning, left me here alone, without a word.”
“Where are my parents?” Callum asked.
There was an expression on his face that I didn’t recognize, but his eyes were flashing with a mixture of amusement and something else. Something darker.
“I don’t know, they ran out of here about an hour ago,” I said throwing my arms up in confusion. “Why?”
He reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into his arms, his mouth crashing onto mine.
I moaned into his mouth, my arms winding around his neck and he picked me up and backed me into the door, his lips parting as his tongue delved between mine, his body grinding against me.
Our hands began to pull at each other’s clothes, but neither of us seemed willing to end our first kiss.
I didn’t know what had happened, and at the moment I didn’t care. As long as he kissed me like this for the rest of our lives, nothing else mattered.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered, his lips moving from mine to trail kisses down my throat.
“No.”
“Good.” He reached down and pulled my shirt off, throwing it to the floor as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me, his tongue trailing its way down my bare chest.
“What happened?” I asked him, my fingers carding into his hair and pushing him back to look up at me.
“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it?”
I lowered myself to the floor in front of him and he sat back on his heels, a soft smile lighting up his face.
“Maybe a little,” I admitted.
“I resigned this morning,” he said, picking up my hand and entwining our fingers together. “From the school and the church.”
“For me?” I asked.
“For me,” he promised. “I’m done hiding.”
I launched myself forward, knocking us down together and reclaiming his lips. He was mine. I had no idea what our lives might look like, but I knew that as long as we were together, everything was going to be okay.
He rolled us, so he was on top of me, his thigh between my legs, rubbing against my erection, the friction so good I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I ground down against him.
My body was on fire. I knew that I wanted him, I’d wanted him for what felt like forever, but I had no idea it would get worse. Had no clue that actually feeling him against me would send me to a place of need I’d never experienced before.
“Come here,” he said, climbing to his feet and reaching down to pull me up. “I’m not fucking you on the floor.”
“Who says you’re fucking me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Do you want to top?” he asked. “You can.”
“No.” I reached up and caressed his jaw in my palm. “I definitely want to feel you inside of me.”
He groaned and pushed me backward onto his bed. His fingers undid the buttons of his shirt while I kicked off my shoes and socks. When I reached for the button on my jeans he knocked my hand away, opening it himself.
I lifted my hips and let him pull my pants and boxers down, leaving me naked and sprawled on his bed with him staring down at me.
His tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip as his gaze locked onto my weeping erection.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Let me see you,” I said, sitting up and reaching for his waistband.
I opened his pants and slid them down his legs. He kicked them away and for a moment we stared at each other in silence.
He was firm and toned, his body like a chiseled statue with a massive cock that was hard, tipped in a pearlescent bead of pre-cum and leaning slightly to the left of his belly button.
I inched forward on the mattress, sliding my palm up his shaft then dipping down to lick the moisture from his head.
He moaned as his fingers slid through my hair, and I took that as permission to suck his crown between my lips, curling my tongue around the velvety skin. His thick weight in my mouth was better than I’d ever dreamed it would be, and I took him further in, forcing his length against the back of my throat, trying to swallow him down.
Callum tried to pull away, but I wrapped an arm around him, cupping his ass in my hand and holding him right where he was. I’d more than earned this prize and I was going to take it.
He was too large for me to take him all the way to his base, so I wrapped my fist around his shaft, gently sliding it up and down to mimic the movement of my mouth over him. His breath hitched, his hands going to my shoulders as if needing to lean on me to stay on his feet. The fact that I was making him come so close to losing control was amazing, and I wanted him to let go. Wanted to taste his cum pouring down my throat, hear him scream out my name.
“Declan,” he whispered, his fingers tightening in my hair, pulling me off of his cock and making me look up at him. “You’re killing me.”
“Then let go,” I whispered, flicking my tongue over my lower lip.
“Lay down,” he said, shaking his head. “I want you.”
My stomach flipped, hearing the words I’ve wanted him to say to me spoken with such love and adoration causing tears to sting my eyes. We shifted on the bed, him laying over me, my back pressed to the mattress, his hips between my thighs and his lips capturing mine again.
His hand wrapped around our cocks, holding them together and jacking us slowly as his kiss devoured me. I arched into him, electric shocks sparking up and down my spine as my body hurdled toward release.
I grabbed his hand, stopping him from moving as I shook my head.
“No,” I whispered. “I want to come with you inside me.”
“Declan.” He nipped my lower lip between his teeth. “I wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen this weekend.”
I felt my brows furrow in confusion, then understood what he meant. I grinned wickedly at him then leaned over and opened his nightstand drawer, removing the bottle of lube I’d deposited in it the night we’d arrived.
“You cheeky bastard,” he said, chuckling as he took the bottle from my hand.
“I didn’t want you to have any more excuses,” I admitted. “You know, if we did end up here.”
“You’re sure you want to do this now?” he asked. “We have forever.”
“It’s been forever,” I argued. “I trust you. I love you.”
He kissed me again, slower and more tender than before, his tongue tracing mine in my mouth as our bodies moved against each other.
I jump
ed at the sound of the lube cap opening in his hand next to my ear and he pulled back again, looking down at me with concern.
“I’m okay,” I promised, blowing out a laugh on a sigh.
Of course I was nervous. I’d seen the size of his cock, and the realization that all of it was going to fit inside my body was a little startling. But I wanted it. Wanted him. And I did trust him. I knew that Callum would never hurt me.
“We’re learning together,” he said. “Promise me that you’ll ask me to stop if you need me to. If it hurts, if you just don’t like it. We’ve spent too long hiding things from each other. From this moment on, no more secrets.”
“I promise.” I leaned up and kissed him again, sealing the promise like a contract between us. No more secrets. No more lies. No more hiding. I decided not to point out that he had been the one doing all of that, not me. I didn’t want to spoil the mood.
Callum slid down my body, peppering kisses over my skin as he moved down my chest, over my stomach and across my hip. His gaze met mine again for a moment, then he squeezed a generous amount of lube over his fingers.
He swallowed my cock into his mouth, the warm heat closing around my shaft bringing my back off the bed in surprise and pleasure. My fingers dug into the sheets beneath me and I moaned as every muscle in my body seemed to contract and release at the exact same time.
Callum’s fingers slid slowly inside of me, stretching me open as he ran his tongue in circles over the head of my cock. My head swam as pain and pleasure warred for control of my brain cells.
Pleasure won out in an instant when he crooked those fingers, tapping against my prostate as he took me deeper into his throat.
I cried out, closing my eyes and screaming his name as my balls clenched and released in a torrent, my shaft jumping in Callum’s mouth, my orgasm rushing out of me while he swallowed it down.
When I opened my eyes again, my chest heaving and vision swimming, he was over me, his lips swollen and deep red, his gaze dark and hot. I reached for him, pulling him into a kiss that he returned with fevered passion.
His hips shifted between my thighs, his tip pressing against my ass, but he held himself there, not pressing forward. I opened my eyes again and he was staring down at me with reverence in his gaze.
“You’re sure?” he whispered, his tone thick with need and worry.
“I’m sure.” I kissed him again as his hand reached between our bodies and his tip spread me open for the first time.
He held himself up on his fists, watching my face as he slowly pushed inside of my body. I knew he was looking for signs of pain, but all I felt was love and warmth and desire. He would never hurt me.
My body spasmed around him, instinctively fighting the intrusion no matter what my heart and mind wanted. He shuddered, dropping his head for a moment as he stopped moving forward, allowing my muscles to adjust to being spread so wide for his massive shaft.
His arms were quaking with the effort to hold himself still, and I wanted to beg him to move, but I knew he wouldn’t until he thought I was ready. So, I forced myself to relax, breathing rhythmically and melting down against the mattress.
“Are you meditating?” he asked, huffing out a soft laugh.
“Whatever gets you to fuck me,” I answered, forcing myself not to shrug.
“You’re going to be a handful,” he growled, pushing his hips forward another inch.
“I always was,” I agreed, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Why the hell would I change now?”
“I love you,” he said, lowering himself to his elbows and kissing me gently.
“I love you, too,” I promised him. Then I lifted my hips into him, forcing him deeper inside of me. He pushed with me until his body met mine. I exhaled sharply and he started to pull away, but I wrapped my legs around his thighs, silently begging him to stay. It didn’t hurt, but I was a little dizzy from how…full, my body felt with him inside me.
Complete. Like a puzzle I didn’t even realize was missing a piece. Colors exploded behind my eyes and my cock grew hard again the moment he began to move. Sliding slowly in and out of me, his tip rubbing against that spot inside of me that he’d found with his fingers.
My breathing became erratic and for a moment I was afraid I was going to pass out, but then Callum’s mouth closed over mine, we inhaled and exhaled together, our chests pressed together, his hips rocking gently between my thighs, his cock pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
When I screamed my second release, he swallowed the sound and rocked harder into me, his fingers entwining with mine, holding me down as he finally let go and just took me. Fucked me. Made me his.
His cries filled the room as his cock jerked and spasmed inside of me, filling me with his orgasm, his body going stiff and rigid over me for a moment before he collapsed, dropping his weight on top of me and making me gasp in surprise.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling free of me and shifting to my side. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me.
“Was I worth the wait?” I teased him, snuggling against his side and resting my head over his thundering heart.
“You’re worth everything,” he promised.
So was he.
Chapter Fifteen
~Callum~
I opened my eyes to find Declan dressed, laying next to me in bed with his textbook open on his lap.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No,” I assured him through a yawn as I sat up and leaned against the headboard. “How long was I asleep?”
“Not long,” he said. “You’re very handsome when you sleep. Quiet. I like it.”
I pinched him then rolled out of bed and tugged on a pair of jeans.
“You’re gonna walk around commando all afternoon?” Declan asked, staring at me with a rapidly darkening gaze. “How the hell am I going to concentrate knowing that?”
“You’ll manage.” I leaned down and kissed him then got a shirt out of my dresser and pulled it on.
“Your parents came back a little while ago,” he said cautiously.
“Yeah.” I blew out a sigh. “We should probably talk first, though.”
I sat down next to him and he put his book on the nightstand, leaning forward and resting his hands in his lap.
“Okay,” he said.
“I went to talk to Father O’Shea this morning,” I told him. “We called the monsignor, explained the situation and I resigned.”
“I figured that much,” he said. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and looked away from me.
“Hey.” I turned his face back to look at me. “You’re not in trouble or anything. They’re not going to kick you out of school.”
“Are you sure?” He sighed. “I mean, that’s fine. I already told you that I’d choose you over everything else.”
“I won’t let that happen,” I promised.
“You don’t have control over it,” he argued. “We’ll be okay.”
His optimism was incredible. It was one thing to say that you were willing to give up everything for someone. It was quite another to be facing the reality of it and still be okay with it.
“I won’t allow it,” I said firmly.
“And what about us?” he asked. “If you’re not there…I have to live there to stay on the team.” The blood drained from his face. He tried to pull away again, but I stopped him.
“The team won’t know what happened.”
“Yes, they will,” he said, climbing off the bed. “I’ll have to dropout. I can’t go through that again. I won’t.”
I followed him across the room and pulled him into my arms. I’d forgotten what happened to him at his last school. He wasn’t worried about not going pro. He was worried about being shunned by his teammates again.
“We’ll get through this,” I promised him.
“Just…don’t get bored with
me, okay?” He laughed but there was no humor in it. “I’ll give up everything, too. Except you.”
“You’re putting an awful lot of faith in me, Declan.” My heart constricted in fear. I’d been so naïve. I’d thought our only hurdle was my priesthood. But we were still two broken little boys with fears and scars that wouldn’t go away just because we wished they would.
“Will you take me away?” he asked, resting his head against my shoulder. “If we have to go, can we just run away somewhere and leave everything behind?”
“We can do whatever you want,” I assured him. “But let’s not make plans until we know what’s happening, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed, smiling at me.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound excited. “You want to come watch me tell my parents I’m gay and left the priesthood today?”
He laughed, which was what I’d hoped would happen. I took his hand in mine and led him downstairs to face my parents.
Mom had already told me she’d support any decision I made, and I wasn’t scared, but it was hard to shake off years of fear around this exact scenario.
When Declan and I walked into the living room, my mom looked up and burst into tears, jumping to her feet and throwing her arms around both of us.
“Can I at least tell you first?” I asked, hugging her back but looking over her shoulder at my father.
“I’m just so happy,” Mom said, pulling a tissue out of her pocket and dabbing at her eyes. “I’m sorry. Of course. Let’s sit.”
“You boys want a beer?” Dad asked, opening a cooler next to his chair and pulling out bottles.
“Seriously?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “This is what this family has been reduced to?”
“It’s been a weird weekend,” Dad said, tossing a bottle to me.
“It’s Friday,” I reminded him.
“Yeah.” He blew out a chuckle and shook his head, making me wonder what the hell else had happened.
The minute I released Declan’s hand, my mom captured it, pulling my…boyfriend I guess, over to sit next to her on the sofa. Dad tossed Declan a beer as well and we all cracked our bottles open together as I settled into the chair by my dad.
