Chapter 40: Chapter 40

Good morning, My Lord. " Jenny nodded and smiled at Callum as they passed each other in the hallway.

"Morning, " He walked down and paused. "Jenny?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Have you seen Oliver today?"

"No, Sir."

"Huh...that’s strange. He was supposed to accompany me to Piccadilly later."

"He said it's his day off today, My Lord."

"No, it can't have been today. Are you sure?"

"It's today, Sir." Jenny said, "Oh, but he also said he'd left a note for you in your study. Just in case you asked."

Callum nodded.

"I see then. Thank you. Have a good day, Jen."

"Good day to you too, your Lordship. "

She bowed and disappeared down the long corridor.

Callum went straight to the library lounge. The first thing he saw was the envelope, lying on the table. He couldn't wait to finish reading the note before going for the ribbon, wrapped around the big black box next to the letter.

****

He stood up and went to the window.

The curtains were pulled, and he opened one of them and peeked outside.

The streets were busy with carriages and people, walking fast towards a shelter to hide from the heavy rain.

He closed back the red drapes and sat down on the chair.

Oliver got up again and paced around.

Then he went to the bed.

He smoothed the corners of the cover, then checked the time.

He took a look around to see if something wasn't in its right place, although there wasn’t much in the room anyway, when he heard a quiet knock.

Oliver went back to the armchair and sat down, resting one arm over the backrest and spreading his legs open.

He tried to look casual and inviting. Or like someone knew better what he was doing compared to what he did previously.

He picked up the glass from the table and took a sip from the untouched drink.

He said a casual  "Come in."

And the door opened.

The black coat Callum was wearing was buttoned high up his neck and the cloth was so long it was almost touching the floor.

The lord took his gloves and a hat off and left them on the nearest small wooden hanger.

Calum made a few steps in the room and stood in front of him.

A smile creased Oliver's face and he put his glass down.

"I see you've received my message."

He didn't wait for an answer or a greeting and got up.

He strode to where Callum was standing and buried his face in the lord's soft hair.

He smelled like the cold and rain outside, but underneath it, Oliver could catch the faint musky cologne the Lord was wearing, mixed with tobacco and Callum's own scent.

Oliver knew he would still smell him on him and on the sheets when he woke up the next day, and he inhaled deeper.

"I wasn't sure you'd come."

"I wasn't sure whether you'd be here either."

Oliver began opening the coat Callum had on and said

"You should've never doubted."

He pushed it down Calum's hands and the cloth fell heavy on the floor. Oliver took a few steps back and his eyes traveled down the lord's slim body.

Callum looked away and said in a low voice.

"Will you say anything, or I'm too..."

"Shhh."Oliver put his finger on his lips and said

"No, not yet. I want to look at you first. "

He traced his hand over Callum's collarbone, a gentle slow movement, before it went lower, touching and exploring the smooth skin until his fingertips reached the rim of the lace, decorating the top.

Oliver pushed his hand in the corset gently and fondled one of Callum's nipples. The lord's breath hitched, and Oliver squeezed a bit.

He began caressing and playing with it and Oliver looked up to see Callum's lips had parted.

The Lord was watching him, somehow nervous, and thrilled at the same time.

He took his hand away and heard the low sound of protest Callum made.

Oliver smirked at him before he went down to his knees and unlaced the ties, holding the silk skirt.

"Mm, how degrading."

He said when he saw Callum was naked underneath it.

"I thought, it just wasn't in the box and I didn't know whether you'd want me to..."

Oliver squeezed his tights.

"God, you're amazing."

He ran his hands very slowly down Callum's legs and untied the laces of his shoes.

He put them aside and went for the stockings.

Oliver pushed carefully his finders in the silk and slid down the black garters. He traced his fingertips back up slowly.

The lord was fully hard already, but instead of taking him in his mouth, Oliver dipped his head and licked the inside of Callum's tights.

He felt a hand gently rest on his shoulder and he traced his tongue up to where Callum's tight reached the hip.

Oliver began planting gentle kisses over the sensitive skin and felt Callum tremble, the hand he supported himself with still only a warm light touch on his body.

"Please..."

the Lord whispered quietly and Oliver ran his tongue over the slit of Callum's cock. He lapped at it a few times and Callum groaned.

"You taste so good, Cal."

He licked the head, then began making slow circles with his tongue. Callum's hand closed around his shoulder and Oliver knew the lord was trying not to move.

"Go to the bed and lie down on your back."

Callum stepped over the scattered frills of his dress lying on the floor and sat on the bed, still wearing the black corset.

Oliver stood up and moved closer.

He pushed Callum gently on the bed and Callum's hair spilled like liquid on the white sheet.

Oliver bent over him and kissed the long column of the Lord's throat.

Callum arched his back, looking for more friction between them and the place where their bodies met, but Oliver's hand shot to his neck and held him in one place.

"Lay still."

Callum came to a stop and Oliver's hand released its hold. He moved it to unlace the ribbon of the top.

Oliver began opening down the corset and took the red lace in his hands.

"Put your hands above your head."

Callum obeyed and Oliver wrapped the lace around the lord's wrists, binding both hands together.

He checked if the knot was too tight and sat back on his heels once he decided it was done well enough.

Oliver gazed down at Callum, admiring his work and Callum's naked body.

"You  are so... open."

He ran his hands over the small scar, then over the hard muscles on Callum's stomach, finally moving his hands lower.

"I want to see you like that more often. "

Callum was still not daring to move, the only things betraying his excitement were his glinting eyes and his fully hard cock.

Oliver traced the shaft of Callum's prick with his fingerstips and glanced at the candles, burning in the candlestick holders.

The lord followed his eyes, then the blue eyes searched his face.

Oliver took that as something close to permission and got up.

He hesitated before taking a candle out and turned back to the bed, still slightly hesitant.

"Yes. Yes, I trust you, Oliver."

Callum panted the answer to the silent question.

"Come back here."

Oliver took the stick and returned straddling Callum's hips.

He lowered the candle closer to Callum's belly and said

"Tell me if I should stop."

"I will."

He tipped it carefully and a drop of wax spilled on Callum's skin.

He heard the lord's low purr and Oliver continued tipping the wax candle until more small droplets were scattered over Callum's skin.

"More,"

The Lord whispered and Oliver poured the hot liquid, dipping his head and cĺosing his mouth around one of Callum's nipples, the entire time careful not to burn Cal's skin.

"Do you like it?"

He said between kisses.

"Yes...yes, don't stop."

He nibbled and sucked at Callum until the lord couldn't hold still. Oliver heard the sharp intake of breath coming from the Lord when he bit his nipple harder.

Callum lifted his head and dropped it back again on the pillows.

"Touch me, Oliver."

Oliver put out the candle and left it on the small nightstand.

Then he ran his tongue over Cal's cock before taking him fully in his mouth. He felt the salty taste on his tongue and began sucking harder.

Callum was pressing hard against the mattress, trying to hold still.

Oliver took him as deep as he could, the head of Callum’s prick hitting his throat. Almost hurting.

But he wanted to feel this, save the sensation of Calum in his mouth and Oliver began moving faster until Callum's body went rigid.

"I'm close, Oliver. I'm going to..."

Oliver wrapped his hand around his shaft and didn't stop sucking him until Callum spent.

The liquid dripped down slowly, warm on his skin, then trickled between his fingers.

The way Callum’s blood had marred his hands when he had cleaned his wound. Oliver paused for only a second, staring at his hand before he looked up at Callum, who was watching him back.

Oliver’s eyes moved to where Callum’s hands were still tied together.

The Lord hadn't moved them from where he'd been told to keep them, although he could have.

"Kiss me," Callum said and Oliver covered him with his body.

"I'm here."

"And maybe only, for now it’s just this and there’s nothing beyond." he thought and Callum's eyes fluttered closed when their lips met.

****

Later, Callum was lying on his side next to him in the small warm room, his legs tangled in the sheets.

He was naked from his waist up and from the nights they'd spend together, Oliver had learned Callum never went to bed fully undressed.

He traced the freckles on the lord's shoulder, then moved his hand to follow the tiny spots Callum had on his ribs.

Goosebumps rose on the skin and Oliver pulled the sheets up and covered Cal.

He laid sideways, mirroring the lord's posture.

"You've gone completely mad, Oliver Abram," Cal muttered, amused.

"I would say the way you go about things has eventually started to affect me."

"Or you have always had it in you. “

The Lord said, more quiet now. “ But I feel like I never do anything for you. You just don't let me.”

“On the contrary. “

“I don’t. Why? "

"Don't worry. You will. "

Oliver smiled, trying to sound light and said

“You definitely will, I just wanted to ...maybe give you something. I hope I have.“

"How did you know?"

"I told you a watch every move you make."

"I'm not... I don't want to be a woman or be considered one. It's just something I've thought about and... "

"I know, Cal. I know that. I'm still studying you, the way you learn new things about yourself."

Callum placed his hand on the empty space of the bed between them.

"Thank you."

Oliver outstretched his and laid it next to Callum’s, almost touching him.

"No, thank you for letting me see that part of you."