The Art of Three

Chapter 7 - Jamie spends an entire weekend with Callum in bed-1

Chapter 7 - Jamie spends an entire weekend with Callum in bed

After the glory of finally getting their hands on each other and getting off, Jamie had expected they’d lay side by side in bed silently catching their breath. Then, if they were very lucky and not too awkward, at least one of them would pass out.

But that was not what was happening. Instead, they’d been lazily making out for the last ten minutes. Jamie’s skin was singing with happiness. Callum wouldn’t stop touching him, wouldn’t stop smiling into his mouth. Jamie had no idea what he’d done to be the center of anyone’s universe like this. But Callum Griffiths-Davies’s? This was bizarre. All he’d done was ask for advice about being bisexual in public and then been either very brave or very foolish and asked if Callum had been flirting with him. Apparently, this hookup was the door prize for that, even if he hadn’t slept in days and had barely been able to hold up his end of the conversation.

“You are absolutely lovely,” Callum murmured into the skin of his neck.

“How long have you wanted to do this?” Jamie asked, enjoying Callum’s long legs tangled with his.

Callum’s chuckle in response was almost rueful.

Jamie opened one eye enough to give him a curious squint.

“For longer than might be considered decent or strictly professional.” Callum kissed him again.

“That’s not decent. Or professional in any sense of the word.” Jamie stuttered a little as Callum trailed kisses from his mouth to his chest and then down his stomach to nuzzle at his hipbone. It was affectionate, even tender, and Jamie hadn’t known that having someone’s mouth there could be either.

“Are you complaining?” Callum asked, pressing a kiss to the heated skin and then smiling up at him with such sweetness Jamie thought he might go to pieces.

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THEY SPENT THE WHOLE weekend like that: In bed, in various stages of undress and arousal, murmuring too much praise at each other and laughing. To be fair, there was also a lot of takeaway after Callum tried to make them dinner and burnt it because they’d gotten distracted with each other again.

Jamie was grateful for the respite from the world the weekend represented. He wasn’t looking forward to going back outside and dealing with people who were not Callum. He didn’t want to leave and didn’t know what would happen next. Eventually, he was going to have to ask. But it wouldn’t be fair to ask Callum what he wanted to do next until Jamie knew his own agenda.

He thought about it intermittently as they sprawled tangled together on the couch; as Callum massaged shampoo into his hair in the shower; as Jamie sat on the kitchen counter, Callum standing between his knees as they shared cold leftover takeout. The casual intimacy was everything Jamie had imagined in a long-term relationship, but this could never, he was sure, be that. Jamie was in the throes of a fantasy, much like the movie they were making together. He tried to tease the source of his romantic notions apart.

Callum certainly wasn’t the first person Jamie had gone to bed with, but he was the first person who had any sort of real experience at life. That was appealing, more appealing than Jamie would have thought. None of Jamie’s relationships ever lasted long. He’d had fun with people, both boys and girls, but had never slept with someone and woken up thinking about having a future with them. He knew he was ridiculous to be doing that now — appallingly so. Callum was married and had adult children. But Jamie hoped it wouldn’t hurt too much to linger in this fantasy just a little bit longer.

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