Page 17 of The Titan and the Trainer

Julian’s release was violent; he came multiple ribbons of white all over Callum’s face, chest, and abs, releasing a guttural cry that resounded off the polished walls. Callum followed a heartbeat later, his body racking with tremors as he shot spurt after spurt onto his own neck and chest. He was red-faced, winded, shuddering in his climax until Julian collapsed next to him and they were chest-to-chest again. Julian rolled Callum onto his side, wrapped his arms around Callum’s shoulders and waist, butting up tightly against him, encasing him, pulling him in close.

For the longest time, the only sound in the room was the frantic ragged breath of two men, both satisfied, their gradually slowing heartbeats, and in the background the faint hum of a city that had brought them together.

Julian traced the line of Callum’s jaw as if he were making sure he was actually real.

“Can we stay in this moment forever?” he whispered.

“Happily!” replied Callum. “You know, I never thought this would actually happen,” he added.

“It’s happened, Cal. Nothing is going to be the same.” Julian said, pulling him even more tightly to him.

The heat from Julian’s body warmed them as they both drifted off to a well-deserved sleep. Sticky, entwined, satiated, and most importantly, together, they rested, as the sun started to set in the broad Manhattan sky.

Chapter 9 - Hot Dates

Sat. 18th Jan. 25

Callum woke slowly, opening his eyes, but was, for a moment, disoriented. Where the hell am I, he thought, before realising he was still at Julian’s office, in his secret suite, in his bed. As he came to, he felt like he was over-heating, only then realising why. Julian was neatly wrapped around him. His arms around his chest and neck, his taut frame pressed in behind him, fitting into every curve and crook of his body. This was a nice feeling, but jeez, Julian’s body temperature seriously ran hot!

Involuntarily his mouth formed a smile as he remembered the passion they had shared earlier, following the intense training session. God, it was good, and the kissing was the most amazing he’d ever known. His lips were quite tender; it was so rough and frenzied, but so enjoyable. Julian was like an animal, a side to him he’d not seen before and couldn’t wait to see again. Callum had always loved the kissing as part of any encounter, but he’d not experienced it with an intensity and hunger like that.

He felt very comfortable right now in this moment and snuggled back into Julian’s body, even as hot as it was. He could feel Julian’s dick resting between his ass cheeks, and it felt hot.

“Mmmmmm, that feels nice,” came a gravelly voice from behind him, right in his ear, followed by a small nibble on his earlobe.

“Hey, boss,” Callum replied, “I think we fell asleep, and I have zero idea how long we’ve been here, or what time it is even?” His stomach rumbled right on cue, “Oh, and I am starving hungry too.”

Julian detached himself from Callum slowly. It was a complicated process; they were a good fit, Callum decided, as he rolled over to look at the man beside him. The sheets were now in disarray around their calves. Julian was on his back, dick semi-aroused, and as Callum looked over his muscular body, he gave it a simple playful tug, and then ran his hand over the hairy torso, chest, and up to his handsome face, planting a tender kiss on those oh-so-kissable lips.

“Mmmm, that is a very nice wake up, thank you,” Julian said, opening one eye. “Hello, handsome,” he added, opening both eyes and turning to look at Callum.

For a while they both just looked into each other’s eyes. They were at peace; they were rested, and they’d finally made the connection both had desperately longed for.

Julian broke the moment, “I don’t want to get heavy, but to have you here with me, fully with me in this moment, means more to me than you can know.” His face was sincere, his eyes genuine. He was really speaking from the heart. Callum leant in and gave him a kiss of affirmation.

“I’ve been the same Julian, honestly,” Callum replied, “I’ve been like a fucking zombie, unable to concentrate at work, at the club. My friends have noticed; they were concerned about me, thinking something was very wrong. But it feels like the cause was actually the complete opposite - something was very… right.” He grimaced at his own poor description of his feelings. He wasn’t as eloquent as Julian, who had been schooled, no doubt, in public speaking and presenting, but he hoped his words rang true.

Julian leant in and kissed him, giving the same affirmation. “Oh, this feels,” and he gave an overly long pause at this point, to make the point… “very, right to me.”

“Come on, we need to get some food,” said Callum, detaching himself. “Can I have a quick shower please?”

“Of course, help yourself. In fact, I’ll come and join you if that’s ok,” added Julian, pulling himself up to sit on the side of the bed.

Callum had, of course, seen this bathroom when he saw Julian that time, so he knew its rough layout. He walked across the room. Julian jumped from the side of the bed and caught up to him, slapping his bare ass as he passed him.

This kind of behaviour was a completely new and different version of Julian than Callum had ever seen, and he loved it. He was playful, energised, relaxed, open. Had the walls of the cage really lowered so quickly? Enjoy it while you can, he thought, and with a stinging ass cheek, he caught him up.

They showered together, soaping each other up, relishing the opportunity to just get to know each other’s body. True to form, both were aroused, but apart from a few playful tugs, they controlled themselves, exercising restraint.

They dried off; Callum wrapped himself in a towel and went to retrieve his pile of clothes from the main reception area. When he got back, Julian stood by an open wardrobe, smartly dressed in tight black jeans and a white formal shirt, but he’d rolled the sleeves up. The white shirt was fitted and accented his muscular upper arms, contrasting beautifully with the deep brown of his beard and his dark skin.

“Mmmm, hubba hubba,” Callum said, “you look nice in casual clothes.”

“Well, thank you, mister trainer,” Julian replied, smirking at him, green eyes glinting.

Thinking of his growling stomach, Callum didn’t really know this area of town. “Where can we grab some food around here?” he asked.

“There’s a great little Mexican place on Trinity Place. That’s only a five-minute walk from here. Do you like Mexican food?”