Chapter 27: Chapter 27

It was so quiet, he could hear the clock's hands moving, the only thing breaking the complete silence.

Oliver was in his nightshirt, reading the book he'd taken from Tennyson's study.

He'd never read Dickens before, but he was sure that wasn't the real reason why he couldn't really follow the narrative, the words and letters in front of him were only black spots on the white paper, making no sense whatsoever , as his mind kept drifting to what had happened earlier today.

That, and the fact he hadn’t seen Callum in a while was making things everything but make sense.

The only person that had come talk to him that day was Della.

Neither Adellia, or Jenny and Percy had inquired after the night Callum had gotten home and Oliver decided they’d probably assumed he had just been drunk.

Oliver was beginning to hate the fact how everyone dismissed everything that happened to the Lord because of his habit.

It was soon going to get cold with the fire in the fireplace dying out. He had just closed the book when he heard footsteps outside in the hallway.

Oliver looked around, but quickly remembered where he was and decided not to act or do anything further.

So he remained completely still and listened closer.

Nothing.

Oliver thought he might have misheard, despite all odds, and opened the book again. There was a rustling from behind the door and he was up on his feet in an instant.

He slowly approached the door and waited.

There was someone on the other side.

"Shit. " he muttered, " don't make me do this."

He opened, but the moment he did so, he saw the man standing out there was Callum. Oliver flinched and took a step back as if he was the unexpected visitor.

"Cal?"

"I came to..."

"Yes?"

The blue eyes shot back at his - a strange determination in them.

"Tell me to leave."

It took Oliver only a second. Then he wrapped his hands around Callum gently, feeling the man against him.

He bent over Callum and brushed his lips very lightly over the Lord’s, but Callum dug his fingers in Oliver's back and kissed him back so hard it was almost painful.

Bruising.

Oliver ran his hands down Callum’s arms carefully and hesitantly but the Lord tugged at his own coat with such force Oliver thought he might have ripped it.

The exchange felt more like a challenge for a fight, and it was one-sided at that, rather than like being a prelude to love making. Or whatever Callum wanted to do .

Oliver took a step back

“I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“I’m fine, Oliver. Just do it.“

They held their eyes for only a second and Oliver nodded.

He pulled the knot of the lord's cravat and tore the shirt he was wearing, throwing it on the floor.

His eyes traveled over the Lord’s chest, then to the bandage, wrapped around Callum’s chest. It was new, and even though it seemed the wound had healed, the sight still brought Oliver to a halt.

“It’s already fine, I’m fine. “ Callum answered his thoughts.

“Is it really? What if I do domething?”

"Not now. Please." Callum said and Oliver closed the distance between them again. He kissed him slower, but Callum bit his lip, digging his fingers in Oliver’s arms.

Oliver was starting to get a hold of what the Lord might actually like. He flipped the Lord against the door and pressed against his back

"Tell me what you want."

Oliver began tracing slow kisses on Callum's neck. The lord shivered, desperately trying to hold onto something.

"I..." the voice came out as a quiet whisper and Callum leaned his forehead against the door. "Anything."

Oliver paused.

He waited for another word, or an explanation, but Callum remained silent, his back turned to him. Oliver wanted to take him in his arms and kiss him slowly and everywhere, but that was most likely far from what Callum wanted.

He spun the lord back and their eyes met. Oliver traced a hand over Callum's cheek, then moved it over his lips.

"Anything? You say anything?”

“Yes. I’ll do anything.”

He pushed his thumb in Callum's mouth and the lord made a low sound.

“I see then. “

Callum's eyes fluttered closed and he took Oliver's finger in his mouth as deep as he could.

Oliver’s thoughts were way too scattered and confused for him to try to put them in order. Everything was happening fast and it was so damn not how it should have been that Oliver felt suddenly nervous that he might not be able to do anything for Callum.

However, watching Callum sucking his fingers connected straight to his cock and if his mind didn’t, his body obviously responded.

“You should be the one getting fucked on the floor, not the other way around. “ he said and Callum made another low sound around his fingers.

Oliver had never done anything like this before- all his encounters with men had been in dark alleys, just like John had said. They'd never involved much talking or unnecessary caressing or touching.

Seeing Callum respond to his words, however, made him want to do more, and if ordering him around and talking filthy brought Callum to moaning, he was willing to try other things too.

He moved his hand away and pushed Callum to his knees.

The lord obeyed without any protest.

Oliver leaned against the nearest wall and ran his hand through the red hair. He wanted to say how sorry he was for what had happened in the forest the other day, or ask what was it that made Callum pull back from him then. He wanted to know if his wound really didn’t hurt that much anymore, or tell him how much he'd wanted to touch him, that Oliver had imagined it so many times by now.

Instead, he said

"Take my cock out and suck me."

Oliver watched Callum begin to unlace the briefs immediately, swiftly, and skillfully.

"You couldn't wait for that, didn't you" he tightened his hold and urged Callum forward. "You little..."

Oliver couldn't finish, because the Lord leaned in and licked the tip of his cock very slowly. Oliver felt the light touch everywhere on his body and a few licks later he was fully hard in Callum’s mouth.

"I've always wanted to shut that mouth of yours. Ever since I saw you in that study." He pushed Callum's head, forcing the lord to take him deeper.

The lord was kneeling on the cold floor half-naked, but still in his trousers. Olived glanced down and saw Callum was hard.

What he was doing was making him hard. Oliver said in his head as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining it.

He dragged his foot over the visible bulge in the lord's pants. He pressed lightly and Callum tightened his hold around Oliver.

"You really like this, don't you?"

Oliver pressed a little harder with his heel, which got him another moan from the kneeling man.

Callum was now working him faster and harder.

It was close to being painful again, just like the kisses had been. Oliver bit the inside of his cheek.

It was on the verge of being uncomfortable, yet it was so overwhelming, simply because it was Callum doing it.

Oliver didn’t know if he’d last long, despite his earlier nervousness and newness of this whole thing.

He’d never had his prick sucked before, because that was not what men usually did to each other, or at least the men he’d been with.

Callum traced his shaft very slowly with his tongue and Oliver said.

"Take yourself out. I want to see you coming with my cock in your mouth."

Callum opened his pants and went for his own hard stand. Oliver wanted to lick it all over, taste the pre-come already leaking from Callum but reminded himself that was not the time for it. The lord obviously needed something else.

"There you are. Stroke yourself. " Oliver ordered.

Callum's slender fingers tightened around his own member. Oliver watched him, the redhead was moving up and down and the lord's soft lips were wet with spit . Oliver felt he was getting close.

He wrapped his hands around Callum's head and the Lord paused, expecting. Oliver’s heart was hammering so loud and hard, it was like Oliver felt it hit the walls of his own ribcage. Callm was still standing still and unmoving and Oliver realized he was waiting.

"You want me to fuck your mouth, don’t you."

He said it half incredulously, half trying to make it sound like an order.

Callum looked up and Oliver took it as a yes.

Oh, God, he thought and thrust.

Spit trickled down Callum’s lips and his hand began moving faster around himself, so Oliver began thrusting harder.

It took only seconds before Oliver felt the lord shudder and saw the white liquid spill all over Callum's fingers.

He tried to push Callum away, but the Lord continued sucking him. Oliver knew Cal wanted this and after two shallow thursts he came deep in Callum’s throat. The lord swallowed, then licked his lips and looked back up.

That was it for Oliver.

He pulled away from the wall and joined Callum on the floor. Oliver cupped his face and the lord responded by wrapping his hands around him.

Oliver kissed him slowly, much slower than earlier and somehow differently. He tasted himself on the lord's tongue and pushed his tongue deeper.

"You're so beautiful, Cal," he said between kisses. " I've wanted to touch you for so long. Imagined you, everything..."

He kept kissing him, blabbering nonsense and losing himself in the sensation. Callum was still clenching his shirt and Oliver whispered.

"Will you stay?"

He rested his head on Callum's forehead, hoping for a yes.

"No, I have to go."

"Shhh, stay."

"I can't."

"Just for tonight, okay?"

The lord tried to pull back, but Oliver stopped him, tracing his jaw with soft kisses.

"Please?"

Callum didn’t answer right away, but after a second he spoke quietly.

"Okay. "

"Good. Let me clean you first, then. "

Callum nodded and Oliver kissed his forehead. He got up and came back with a wet towel. He kneeled in front of Callum, who was still sitting on the floor. The lord was following every move of Oliver's s hand on him.

Oliver looked up and paused with the towel midair.

“Did I hurt you?”

Callum snorted “No.“

"Did you like it?

Silence.

"Cal?"

"Yes?"

"I asked if you enjoyed it."

"Obviously."

"Then what is it?

"Nothing." Callum slapped Oliver's hand away "Enough with this. " He got up, adjusting his pants.

*****

Oliver heard the heavy raindrops knocking on the window. The room was dark, although he knew it must already be morning. The scarce light and the small part of the sky, peeking from the tiny crease between the heavy curtains were gray.

His hand was numb, for he must've fallen asleep in a strange position. Oliver's neck was stiff, and even though he was only in his nightshirt and pants, he still felt unusually warm.

Oliver realized he'd wrapped his hand around Callum waist, whose hand was still lying on top of his. He opened his eyes and saw the Lord was already awake, the blue eyes idly tracing invisible patterns on the wall.

"Cal? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"It's a little after seven."

"I was almost sure I wouldn't find you when I woke up." Oliver smiled. He was afraid to admit the realization Callum had stayed and hadn't left for his room made him happy.

"Disappointed to see me?" The lord said bitterly and continued staring at something on the wall.

Oliver propped himself on his elbows and turned Callum's head so that the lord had no choice but to face him.

"Cal. I don't regret what happened."

"No, but you will."

"Why are you saying all of this?"

Callum removed himself from the touch and pushed the covers. He got up when Oliver asked.

"Why? Do you regret it?"

Callum didn't answer and began buttoning his pants. He looked around the room for his shirt and made a face at the remaining pieces of it still lying on the floor.

Oliver got up too.

He searched his drawers and picked the smallest shirt he could find. The lord was still standing with his back to Oliver, not turning to face him.

Oliver stood in front of him and helped the lord put the shirt on.

"It's a bit big, but I don't have many of those." He tried to keep his tone light.

“Is the wound really better, I see…”

"I don't need help getting dressed." Callum growled.

Oliver ignored the remark and continued buttoning the shirt up.

"Here, you're done." He closed the top knob and adjusted the collar "It should do for now. "

"Marvelous."

Oliver’s eyes landed on the Lord's lips and he almost lifted his hand to touch them.

"I've scratched you with my stubble."

Their eyes met.

Callum tried to pull back, but Oliver stopped him.

"You didn't answer me. Do you want us to pretend nothing happened?"

Oliver lifted his hand and rested it gently on the lord's shoulder.

"Cal? If you do, you need to tell me."

Callum untangled himself and said.

"Have a good day, Oliver."

The Lord walked to the door and closed it quietly after himself. Oliver stood there, in the middle of his room like a complete idiot, wondering if he should've stopped him or said something else. Done things differently, or…Anything, at all.

What had he been thinking, that they would talk about it? Or that Callum would tell him why he’d come to him.

He wanted to laugh.

"Well done, Oliver. Just well done," he said out loud in his empty room.