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maerose-late-at-night · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: EastEnders (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Callum "Halfway" Highway/Ben Mitchell Characters: Callum "Halfway" Highway, Ben Mitchell, Jay Brown, Lola Pearce, Lexi Pearce, Stuart Highway, Lorraine “Rainie” Branning, Mick Carter, Whitney Dean Additional Tags: fluffy and sad, sad and fluffy, basically our bbs, ballum - Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, hurt!Callum, Ben is beautiful and sad and I love him, Squad to the rescue!, Lola and Lexi are queens Summary:

He’d winked like an idiot, more than happy when Callum had leaned in slowly, kissed him sweetly and touched the side of his face in that way he did. His warm, big hands enveloping all of Ben, making him feel safe and warm. Loved.

Now he wishes he’d been braver. Had been strong enough to look Callum in the eye and utter the words that’d been on the tip of his tongue for months. Of course I love you, Callum. I’ve loved ya for a long time.

Or: my take on the upcoming Valentine's Day episode and all the spoilers surrounding it.

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The day had started off great. Amazing, even.

Then everything had gone terribly, terribly wrong.

He’d woken next to Callum and just marveled at him for a minute. Couldn’t help but smile at the way his hair had gone all soft and floppy during the night. Rid of all the product, his boyfriend looked like one of those weird macaroni penguins at the zoo: tall, soft and utterly ridiculous. Ben had actively resisted the urge to touch, not ready to wake the other man just yet. Instead he’d carefully shifted, propping his head onto his curled up palm, and snuggling a little more into his pillow. Just breathing. Never losing focus.

He’d marveled at the thought that just one year before, he hadn’t even known Callum existed, let alone how far he’d fall for the man. How scared he’d feel when everything became too real and there was a real chance they’d make it; an even bigger chance he’d stuff it up. The time they’d spent apart was like a knife inside his chest, twisting and pulling every single minute. It was a damn near miracle that they’d found their way back and he was thankful every day.

So, while Valentines day might be a schmalzy commercial business, he knew Callum actually cared about all that sappy romance. Didn’t mean Ben didn’t feel slightly (alright; very) uncomfortable all the same, which is why he’d made a point of concentrating very intently on the milk’s expiration date when the other man finally walked into the living room.

And noticed the stuffed bear Ben had placed near his breakfast bowl, holding a big red heart that read I ruff you beary much.

For a second everything was quiet, only the sound of Ben’s spoon clattering against his bowl as he one-handedly ate, accompanied by the soft love ballads the radio was croaking out on this Holiday of Holidays.

Callum had huffed a little. “You joking me with this?” There was a little laugh in his voice, but an equal amount of wonder.

Ben glanced at him sideways. “Hm?”

“Ben!” A real laugh; pleased and warm and perfect.

“What? Doesn’t come as a surprise to ya, does it?”

“Wha’, that you ‘ruff me beary much’?” He’d grinned, eyes sparkling. “Yeah, I- I might have suspected something.” Callum had paused a little. “You’ve never said…”

Ben had raised his eyebrows playfully at that. “Hence the bear, Callum.”

His hands shake as he draws them to his face, pressing against his eyes in a futile attempt to keep the tears at bay. There’s still red splotches on them. Red splotches and streaks from where he’d grabbed at Callum, had begged him to just open his eyes, look at him and smile. There’s a faint taste of copper on his lips too, though that might just be his imagination.

Ben looks up at the sound of children bickering - apparently fighting over who gets to hold a big and blue “It’s a boy!!” balloon. Their mother threatens to take it away altogether if they don’t shut up and be quiet. She’s got a a scarf draped across her arm, herding her little ones in the direction of the maternity ward.

Callum should’ve been wearing a warmer jacket.

Funnily enough, that’s one of the things his mind is stuck on. Callum and his warm-blooded disposition, refusing to wear anything but that - sexy but flimsy - bomber jacket while the rest of human race was all duffled up.

It’s cold here, too. He’s sat in the reception area at the front entrance of the hospital, near the sliding doors that let in a whoosh of icy February air every time they open and close. Stuart won’t let him anywhere near his brother now, so this is the closest he’s going to get. Watching people come and go, all different purposes and state of mind, while the man he loves is fighting for his life in one of the operating rooms.

He hopes Callum somehow knows he’s here.

Ben had tugged at Callum’s belt loops when he’d made a move to go to work. “Let’s skip work today.” He’d murmured, kissing his way up from Callum’s collarbone to the underside of his chin. Choosing not to register his boyfriend’s long-suffering sigh.

“The dead don’t care it’s Valentines, Ben.”

“Au contraire, Mister Highway,” He’d exclaimed. “I’m sure the dead would urge ya to spend more time with your gorgeous and (more-importantly) still-alive boyfriend, and you know,” he’d cupped Callum lightly through his jeans, “seize the day.”

Callum had answered him with a frankly spectacular eye roll. “That might honestly be the worst pun you’ve ever made.”

Ben had just bitten the side of his jaw, feeling his boyfriend go boneless as his touches intensified. Just like that, babe.

He'd sent him a positively predatory look, then led them to the bedroom, tugging his clothes and leaving kisses like breadcrumbs all the way.

“Do bears even say ‘ruff’?” Callum had asked him afterwards, his arm around Ben as they lay together. “Ain’t that dogs?”

“Dunno.” Ben had said, twisting his face so he could better look at him.

“Maybe he’s got some sort of identity crisis.”

He should have never let Callum leave the bed.

Ben should’ve kept him safe.

#ballum #ballum fic #callum highway #ben mitchell #benxcallum #callum x ben #frankly this is crap #but it's been haunting me and I forced myself to write it down #so yay for pushing through #will be continued #but I'm struggling tbh #eastenders #ee #ee ballum #sometimes I write stuff #Valentine's day #otp: ballum

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captainjetrocketboy · 5 years

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I’m Tryna Understand These Days ~ 9

Also on Ao3.

Chapter 9: I’ve Been Sleeping With the Lights On

“Ben!”

If Callum wasn’t sure his heart was gonna burst from nervousness before this not-date date, then he definitely knows now. He thinks his heart actually has burst, if the way his whole body heats up is any indication.

But nervousness was the least of his concerns. Not with Ben sprawled on the floor like some lifeless rag doll.

No. Not lifeless. Callum couldn’t think like that.

He hastily pushed his body off from the booth seat and sprinted to Ben’s side as fast as he could. He dropped to the floor, his knees skidding across the tile. Even through his jeans he felt a burning sensation, but his mind was too focused on the unconscious man lying before him to really pay much attention to anything else.

“B-Ben! Are you alright?” It was a stupid question. Of course he wasn’t alright, but Callum wasn’t sure of what to do. He was panicking just as much as the rest of the patrons that witnessed Ben taking a horrible fall. One of which, unfortunately, included Kathy.

The older woman paced over from behind the counter, and dropped down onto her knees as well. “Callum, what’s happened?”

He could hear the fear and worry in her voice. He didn’t even try to hide his own. “I-I don’t know! He was fine just a few minutes ago…”

But Callum saw the signs. They were all there. The shaky legs. The paleness of his skin. So why the hell hadn’t he done something to help? He knows pushing Ben would have only made it worse, but there had to be something to make him take a rest. Maybe he shouldn’t have agreed to lunch, but then that would mean Ben still being upset at him and he doesn’t know if that was any better.

It was all just a big ridiculous mess in Callum’s head and it was giving him a headache.

Or maybe that headache from the way his heart kept skipping beats. His brain wasn’t getting a lot of oxygen, despite the heavy breaths he was taking.

“Ben? Ben, can you hear me?” Kathy desperately tried. No response came from the man’s slightly agape mouth. “Can someone call an ambulance?! Please, he’s my son!”

Callum was grateful for Kathy taking the initiative in this situation. He was rooted in place, his hands urgently pushing away at the lapels of Ben’s leather jacket so he could reach the button-down shirt beneath. He needed to feel for a pulse or breath or anything that would tell him that Ben was still alive.

He can’t be dead. There were so many things that they were supposed to do together. Callum wanted to take Ben out on dates. He wanted to treat him well and indulge him and just have fun together. He wanted to kiss him, to keep him close, to know what it would feel like with Ben’s fit body rubbing against his.

Callum wanted it all, but now he feared he’d never even get the chance to have any of it.

“Please, Ben… you have to open your eyes… please…” He whispered into the man’s ear as he leaned forward to place his forehead on Ben’s. It was slick with sweat, and the skin could almost burn his own.

He was pressing his hands onto Ben’s chest right where his heart would be, thinking if he tried hard enough he could force Ben’s heart to beat. He felt it there, but it was far too weak to bring him comfort.

At one point, he was about ready to curl up right next to Ben’s motionless body. Instead, he pulled gently underneath his arms, and carefully dragged him into Callum’s lap. The almost peaceful expression that lined Ben’s features felt like it was taunting him. His eyes weren’t shut closed, but he couldn’t see the blue of them, either. His brows weren’t scrunched up. There wasn’t any pain or sadness. There was just nothing… like Ben had subconsciously accepted his fate.

As Callum closed his own eyes, even for the briefest of moments, time had sped up. Not even that. Time felt like it had skipped and bounded across the next couple of minutes. All of a sudden, he could hear sirens wailing outside of the cafe. The door had been carelessly pushed open, and a swarm of first responders filled the already constricting space of the building.

He could hear voices, but none of them were Ben’s, so he couldn’t bring himself to listen.

That was until he felt a pair of hands pulling at him, and several more trying to pry Ben away from him.

“No! L-Let go of him!” Callum was of a one-track mind. Only Ben mattered in that moment. Why were there people trying to take him away from him? “Let go of him!”

Through the drumming of blood in his ear, a soft voice came above all the rest. “Callum, it’s just the ambulance. Let them take care of Ben.”

He forced his teary eyes off of Ben and craned his neck to see Kathy gently, but firmly, grabbing his arms. She kept whispering reassurances to him until he finally released his desperate grip on the man in his lap.

There was already a gurney set up by the door. The responders did their best to quickly get Ben onto it, all the while putting a disposable resuscitator over his face. They were out as quick as they came, hurriedly stuffing Ben into the back of the ambulance.

Callum could only watch as an indescribable fear clawed away at his heart. The booming sound of one of the responders cut through the foggy veil threatening to take over his mind.

“Do any of you want to stay with him?”

Kathy and Callum shared a glance, and even through his watery vision he could see the same fear that covered the woman’s face.

“Go with him.” He quietly mumbled. She was Ben’s mother, and he was… he wasn’t anything to Ben right now. She deserved to be with him more than he did.

Kathy shook her head in hesitance. “But, Callum—”

“It’s alright… You need to be there for him. I’ll… I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

She looked like she wanted to argue, but there wasn’t any time to waste. She nodded and got to her feet, running out the door and into the ambulance. The sirens rang out once more, getting quieter and quieter as the vehicle drove away.

As he tried to recompose himself, Callum stood up and all but burst out of the cafe, his legs moving as fast as they could without tripping over one another. He fished in his pocket for his phone, his fingers fumbling with the screen. He tapped with more force than necessary as he dialled the familiar number.

Jay’s voice came through after the second ring. “Callum? What’s up?”

“It’s Ben. He’s fallen unconscious. There’s an ambulance taking him to hospital.” He explained as he panted, his lungs stinging from the cold bite of the air.

“Shit…”

“Can you take me there, Jay?”

He could hear shuffling from the other end, and what vaguely sounded like the jingle of keys. “Yeah, yeah of course. Meet me at the parlour and we’ll head out.”

“Thanks, mate…” Callum let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He bolted through the square, maneuvering through the market stalls with haste. He had to get to the hospital as fast as he could. He needed to know what’s going to happen to Ben. It couldn’t be more than five minutes since he saw the responders take Ben from him, but the separation was already eating away at him. If the worst really happened, then he at least wanted to see him one last time.

“Hey, I can practically hear you think.” Jay’s voice suddenly sounded in his ear. He didn’t realize that he still had him on the phone. “He’s gonna be fine, Callum.”

“You don’t know that, Jay,” he scoffed as he rounded a corner.

The other man sighed. “Okay, fine, I don’t know that. But it’s what I believe. And you have to believe that, too.”

Callum wanted nothing more than to believe those words. He wanted to believe that Ben was going to be okay. That they were going to be okay.

But blind faith has a habit of screwing people over. Especially Callum.

The day felt like a hurricane had come and gone.

Once Callum and Jay got to the hospital, they were immediately seated in the waiting room. Kathy was already there, sitting down in one of the hard plastic chairs, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained.

He tried to get one of the doctors to tell him something about Ben’s condition. He even stopped a couple nurses that walked by, pushing for an answer or an update.

Nothing seemed to work, so eventually he collapsed onto the chair next to Jay, and buried his head in his hands as he leaned his elbows on his legs.

He remembers the three of them just waiting there, unable to do anything to speed up the process.

Callum thought he might go crazy. He hated feeling like he wasn’t in control. He was so used to it with Whitney, feeling like he was the dominant one in the relationship. But he supposed he should’ve gotten accustomed to it when he was with Ben. Ben was always the one who took charge. He wasn’t afraid to be the bigger man, always confident to take what he wanted.

In a way, Callum was envious of that. He wanted to be strong and sure of himself. He wanted to be confident in who he was. He wanted to be like Ben, a stubborn man who never took no for an answer.

No, he didn’t want to be like Ben. He wanted to be with Ben. Maybe if they were ever to get together, then he could teach Callum a thing or two about being unashamed of anything.

Then the doctor had finally approached them, all of them standing up from the uncomfortable chairs. They stared at the older man, eagerly waiting for news of Ben. The furrow of his brow did nothing to calm any of them, though.

“How is he, doctor?” Kathy was the first to speak. Her words were soft-spoken, but he still heard a trace of unease and impatience.

“Mr. Ben Mitchell is still in a bad state, but for now, he’s stable.” The doctor calmly stated, no emotion breaking through his professional tone.

A wave of relief washed over the three of them. Jay and Kathy were able to sit back down, but Callum refused, still wanting to know more.

“Do you know what caused all this?”

“I noticed it’s only been a few months since Ben’s previous surgery. The tissue around the brain is still very sensitive.” Callum felt his knees buckle at the mention of the accident. The one that he still blamed himself for playing a part in. He was so overwhelmed with guilt that the rest of the doctor’s explanation seemed to whiz right over his head. There was something about a ruptured blood vessel, a clot that had been knocked loose. He couldn’t really pay much attention, his head thrumming at the thought of it all.

“I was with him all day… Was there anything I could have done to keep this from happening?” Callum said as soon as he found his voice. It was all raspy and shaky, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

The doctor was quick to respond. “He’s just lucky to have gotten immediate help. If he was alone, or if he hadn’t been admitted as fast as he did, then things would have ended up much worse.”

Callum barely nodded his head at that.

Jay was next to speak. “Can we see him, doc?”

“He’s just out of surgery right now, and he should get some rest first. But I’ll let you know as soon as you can visit.”

“Alright,” Jay let out, relief mixing with annoyance. He was just as antsy to see Ben as the rest of them.

As he watched the doctor turn and walk away, Callum couldn’t help but suddenly feel out of place. Now that he knew Ben was going to be, for the most part, fine, did he really have any reason to stay here? Kathy was his mum, and Jay was his brother. None of them knew what he was to Ben. Callum doesn’t even think he knows, if he’s being honest. Whatever he was, he reckons it’s best if only the two of them were there with Ben.

“Um, Jay? I think I’m gonna head out.” He says, barely above a whisper.

Jay shoots him an equally shocked and concerned look. “What? Don’t you want to stay until we can see him?”

“N-No, it’s alright.” Callum offers a weak smile. “Really, it’s okay. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm him if… when he wakes up.”

Jay’s standing and stepping into Callum’s space. “If you’re really sure…”

“I am. And besides, somebody’s gotta look over the parlour while were still open.”

Jay rests a hand on his shoulder, and they walk a bit away into the hallway, far enough so Kathy couldn’t hear them. “You don’t have to do this, y’know.”

Callum meets the other man’s eyes, now completely showing him concern. “I… I have to, Jay. I can’t just sit around waiting. Especially since… I don’t even know if I deserve to be here.”

“Of course you deserve to be here. Ben would want ya here.”

Callum looks down at his shoes, and shrugs. “I just need to distract myself. Please, just let me do that.”

After a minute or two, Jay sighs. He doesn’t let go of the hand on his shoulder, though. “Okay. Whatever you need. But take care of yourself, too, alright? Ben’s gonna need ya when he comes to.”

Callum nods and turns to leave.

He’s not sure how he finds himself back at the hospital several hours later, the sun long gone and the moon glowing in the dead of night.

The pure exhaustion of the day had caught up with Callum. He had changed back into his suit and sat down at his office trying to fill paperwork and whatnot to keep his mind busy. A couple clients even came in, but he couldn’t recall any of their conversations.

He had wanted to just fall into his bed and sleep away this god-awful day. But deep down he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie in his empty bed without Ben anymore. The realization that Ben could have died today—or back when he had his accident, or really any time at this point—had hit Callum like a freight train. It forced him to come to his senses, and figure out what he wanted.

And what he wanted was Ben. He wanted everything that Ben had to offer, and he truly was a fool for not realizing that sooner. Had it really taken a reminder of Ben’s mortality to make him do something about it?

The hospital was oddly quiet, save for the ever-present beeping of machines and footfalls of the nurses and doctors. He approached the room that he knew Ben was kept in, and was surprised to still see Kathy right outside, staring between the open blinds of the window. If he was being honest, he was hoping to have some time alone with him.

“Kathy, you alright?”

The older woman turned around, and softly smiled at him. “Callum. Glad you could make it.”

He returned the smile with a small one of his own. “Where’s Jay?”

“With Lola. They’re trying to distract Lexi. We didn’t want her worrying until we knew more.”

“Oh…” Callum trailed off, unsure of what else to say.

Kathy carefully studied him, though, and seemed to understand, if only a little. “You can go in if you want. I just finished in there and was about to head home.”

“Um, yeah, if that’s alright with you.”

Kathy closed the distance between them and enveloped Callum in a hug. “Of course it’s okay, dear. I was there when it happened, y’know. I saw how much you care for him.”

Callum didn't know what to say. He could only return the hug as he fought back the tears behind his eyes. “Thank you…”

“If you need anything, just call, okay?” Kathy whispered as she let him go. She gave one last smile before slowly walking away.

Callum watched as she left. He took a deep breath, and then pushed open the door.

There he was. He saw Ben lying in his hospital bed, countless tubes sticking out in various parts of his body. There was a ventilator still over Ben’s mouth, and his hair was floppy and messy. But none of it detracted from the man’s sheer beauty. Callum doesn’t think anything can.

He pulled a stray chair up to Ben’s bedside, and dropped himself on it. He reached for one of Ben’s hands, noticing how warm and soft they felt in his own. He doesn’t quite trust his words right now, worried he wouldn’t be able to say everything he wanted to. Instead, he gave his hand a light squeeze, then brought it up to his lips, giving a small kiss along his knuckles. He hoped that it was enough to let Ben know he was here for him.

They never really needed words between them to know how the other felt anyway.

He leaned back in the chair, and tried his best to get into a comfortable position. He had changed once more before arriving, shedding his stuffy suit for his black hoodie and the jeans he had worn earlier. He pulled over his head the hood of his jacket, never once looking away from Ben’s resting form.

“Good night, Ben.”

The second thing that Callum noticed as he jerked awake was that he was in his bed, the morning sun barely poking through the windows.

The first thing was the figure that was sleeping beside him. A figure that he instantly recognized.

“Ben?” Callum whispered, unwilling to wake his lover from his peaceful rest.

“Mmm…” Ben mumbled, burying his face into the pillow.

Callum grinned and moved closer to the other man. He wrapped his arms across his warm chest, and nuzzled Ben’s ear with his nose. He whispered once more. “Ben.”

“What…?” Ben drawled out, slowly turning in his arms. His eyes blinked open, still heavy with tiredness.

Callum sat up a bit, leaning an elbow on his pillow. He rested a palm against Ben’s cheek, thumb rubbing the light stubble. “Nothin’. Just wanted to see the beautiful blue of your eyes.”

Ben softly chuckled, pulling himself closer to Callum’s touch. “They’re definitely not as beautiful as yours.”

He let out a laugh of his own as he steadily dropped his head, capturing Ben’s lips in his. It struck Callum that he really had Ben under him in that moment. Warm, soft and solid against his chest. His hands unconsciously explored the man he had in his arms. Callum found it hard to stop touching him. He needed him so bad that his body yearned for more.

It suddenly became apparent to him that Ben was naked, as the hand that wasn’t cupping his face had drifted downwards, and lightly grazed Ben’s half-hard cock.

Soon, they separated and met each other’s gazes. Ben’s brows furrowed. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Callum shook his head, barely aware of the tears that streamed down his cheeks. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just… just happy to have you right here.”

Ben’s expression relaxed at that, and he took Callum’s face in his hands, staring intently at his lover. “I’m happy to have you here, too.”

He leaned down and kissed him once more, this time pushing gently at Ben’s lips with his tongue. He silently vowed to make sure Ben was always here. With him.

Ben moaned, mouth opening up for him. His sweet, savory taste filled Callum’s mouth as both of them closed their eyes. Callum tilted Ben’s chin upwards to deepen the kiss, their tongues gliding effortlessly together.

They briefly parted for air, both men a bit breathless. “What do you want, Cal?” Ben quietly whispered as he touched the sides of Callum’s head, fingers running gently through his messy hair.

“I… I want you, Ben.” Callum mumbled, gaze focused on Ben’s reddening lips. “I need you.”

“Okay,” Ben softly replied, breath hitching as he let Callum claim his mouth again.

The moans Ben let out sent shivers down his spine as he kissed his mouth, along his jaw, and down his neck. Callum nipped at the skin before sucking gently at the base of Ben’s throat, the stubble poking at his nose.

Ben’s back arched, and Callum pulled away slightly, only for a pair of hands to grasp at his neck. “Don’t stop,” he heard Ben growl. “Remind me who I belong to.”

Callum grinned, eyes darkening as he growled back. He went back to kiss Ben’s throat, scraping his teeth lightly at the skin.

Ben moaned, tangling a hand into Callum’s hair. “Shit, Cal. That’s it.”

Callum recoiled in surprise and pleasure as he felt Ben reach for his own hardening cock.

“Oh, Ben, fuck…” He rumbled, bracing himself against the mattress. He went to straddle Ben, hands now on either side of Ben’s body. He pushed himself forward into the touch, almost afraid that Ben’s grip alone would be enough to send him over the edge. “Yeah, that feels so good…”

“Are ya gonna come for me, Cal?” Ben whispered.

“I will,” Callum managed, his body tightening as Ben teasingly stroked his dick. “But… not yet.”

Ben’s expression shifted into one of confusion. “What do ya mean, baby?”

Callum rolled his hips onto Ben’s erection, pinching one of his nipples at the same time. Both of them gasped in pleasure as Callum suddenly felt brave. “I want you inside of me first.”

Ben’s head rolled helplessly against the pillow as Callum kept playing with his nipples. “A-Are ya sure?”

Callum smirked down at his lover. “I’m sure. I just want you.”

Ben moved to get up, but Callum stilled him with a press of his arse against Ben’s cock.

“Let me do all the work. Right now, it’s about you, Ben.” Callum leaned down further, taking a hardened nub in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

“Okay, okay,” Ben muttered, hands now twisting in the sheets of their bed.

Callum grinned, enjoying every single, sweet second of their union. He watched as a pictureshow of emotions flickered across Ben’s features. He went back to kiss him right then, feeling the pleasure, lust, and need for himself. He wildly flailed an arm towards the bedside table, hands knocking into various objects before finally grabbing onto the bottle of lube.

He let Ben’s mouth go and lifted himself up, reaching behind him to slick Ben’s cock, skimming a finger along Ben’s balls while he was at it.

Ben swore, head falling backwards and eyes shut closed. “Callum… please. I’m ready for ya. I need ya, too.”

Callum nodded. Eyes still trained on Ben’s handsome face, he slowly guided himself down on Ben’s dick. He bit his lip as he felt Ben slipping into him, stretching his arse apart. It never once failed to make Callum feel full and whole and complete. Once Ben was all the way inside of him, he let out a blissful sigh. “God, Ben… I love the way you feel inside me. I… I love you.”

Ben was staring intently at him now. “I love you, too.”

Callum nodded, laying a hand on Ben’s chest, right where his heart was. The steady beat he felt against his palm brought him solace. He closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the way Ben’s dick twitched inside him. Ben’s hands slid over the curve of his arse and up his back, drawing him into another kiss.

Any nervousness was washed away with a press of Ben’s lips. He returned the kiss with as much passion and fervor as he could muster, like his life depended on it.

A part of him believed it did. Callum’s not convinced he could ever live another day without this.

As they pulled apart, Ben took hold of Callum’s dick. “Go ahead, baby. We’ll come together.”

“Okay…” Callum whispered as he began to slide up and down Ben. He felt the warm tip push into him and he rolled his hips slightly, letting Ben’s cock drag at his insides and prod at his prostate. He groaned low and throaty, all the while basking in the pleasure of having Ben in him, of having Ben be a part of him.

Callum leaned back, his breaths coming out in tiny pants. He felt his pulse quicken as he felt Ben’s hand slide on his own dick, the rhythm matching the one he felt inside him. “I’m so close, Ben.”

“It’s okay, let me have it, baby.” Ben whispered, his own voice breathless. He continued to twist Callum’s dick as he spoke. “Let go, Cal.”

With a sharp cry, Callum came, strings of white painting Ben’s bare chest. He gazed down at his lover with a growing smile, eyelids heavy with pleasure.

Ben smiled back as he stiffened underneath Callum. “Oh, god, Cal…”

Callum could feel Ben’s own warm come fill him. “That’s it, Ben.”

He slowly fell atop Ben, arms lovingly wrapping around his lover. For a moment, they stayed locked together with Ben still inside Callum. They were both panting, neither caring that their chests started sticking together in a mix of come and sweat and saliva.

“That… That was amazing, Ben.” Callum softly mumbled into the other man’s neck, taking in Ben’s scent that persisted through all the sweat. “I love you so much.”

Through heavy breaths, Ben returned the sentiment. “I love you, too, Callum. So much.”

He didn’t want this moment to end. Ben was in his arms, safe from the world. “I wish this could last forever… I wish you would be mine forever.”

“I could be yours forever…” Ben whispered into his ear. “But first, you have to wake up.”

“What?”

“Wake up, Cal.”

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