Sunlight broke gently into the room, warming the crisp white sheets tangled around Caleb’s waist. He stirred slowly, the scent of fresh eggs and something sweet pulling him from sleep.
Caleb opened his eyes slowly, and there he was—Henry, shirtless, unkempt hair falling perfectly over his brow, holding a breakfast tray like he was presenting a treasure.
“Good morning, prince charming,” Henry said with a soft smile, setting the tray down on the bedside table. “I figured you deserved a little something special.”
“You made me breakfast?” Caleb murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Henry leaned in, brushed a kiss over Caleb’s forehead. “Only the best for the man who haunts my dreams.”
A lazy smile spread across Caleb’s face as he sat up, the sheet slipping to his waist, revealing his toned chest. “You really trying to make me fall hard, huh?”
Henry chuckled, climbing onto the bed beside him. “Too late. You already did.”
The tray held warm croissants, scrambled eggs, strawberries, and a glass of orange juice. Caleb took a bite, humming with satisfaction.
“You know,” Henry murmured, sliding closer, “you look really good like this… all soft, all mine.”
Caleb set the fork down, leaning in. “And you—naked chef with a six-pack and a tray of food? Dangerous.”
Their lips met again, slowly, then hungrily, until Caleb’s phone buzzed on the drawer. He groaned, reaching for it.
>Reminder: 10am pitch meeting. Boss moved it earlier.
“Sh*t!” pushing the tray aside carefully. “I need to shower now.”
“You have time,” Henry said, relaxing against the pillows.
“No, I don't. I—wait, where are my clothes?” Caleb stood, spinning around the room.
Henry stood, proud. “Washed, dried, ironed. In the closet.”
Caleb’s jaw dropped. “You did my laundry? And ironed it?”
“I own a smart laundry unit. It practically folds for me.” He smirked.
Caleb stared at him, then walked straight into his arms. “You’re perfect”
Henry pulled him in for a short, intense kiss. “Just grateful you stayed the night.”
Caleb kissed back quickly. “I’d stay every night if I could. But I gotta run. Derek’s waiting outside.”
“Derek?” Henry raised a brow.
“My nosy best friend. He insisted on driving me so I wouldn’t be late. He’s already outside.”
“I could drop you,” Henry offered.
Caleb pulled on his dress shirt. “Tempting, but Derek’s already out there."
“Tonight,” he whispered, “at the bachelor party. You’ll be there?”
“I’ll be the most overdressed man in the room. Just for you,” Henry replied.
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Outside, Derek sat in his car, window rolled down, smirking like a devil. Sunglasses on, grinning the moment Caleb opened the door.
“You look well-f**ked,” Derek said with a snort.
“Oh my god,” Caleb muttered, slipping in.
Derek grinned. “You told me you were at his place and then dropped the address like some mafia handoff. I need details.”
Caleb shook his head, lips twitching. “One, it was incredible. Two, he made me breakfast in bed. And three, Was... insanely sweet.”
“You like him,” Derek said, laughing.
Caleb didn’t deny it. “I might.”
Derek let out a dramatic gasp. “Plot twist! And here I thought you were gonna play hard to get.”
Caleb gave him a playful shove. “Shut up and drive. We have a meeting to attend.”
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The ballroom at The Beacon was transformed into a haven of low lights, soft jazz, and champagne bubbles. Twinkling fairy lights strung across the ceiling cast a glow over the elegant space. Caleb arrived with Derek and Jaden, all three dressed sharply.
“You’re glowing,” Derek teased. “Tell me that’s not love.”
“I’m not sure what it is,” Caleb replied, grinning. “But it’s… real.”
Will, the groom-to-be, was in the center of the room, all charm and hugs. “Look who’s here! The holy trinity.”
“Lover boy,” Derek winked. “He’s coming, right?”
“He promised he wouldn’t miss it,” Caleb replied.
Will, the groom-to-be, stood at the heart of the room, radiating joy as he spread his arms wide.
“Look who’s here! The holy trinity.” He laughed, pulling them into a group hug before shaking each hand with warmth.
Just then, Henry walked in, wearing a dark blazer over a turtleneck, looking painfully handsome, confident, composed, but visibly tense when his eyes fell on Jaden.
Jaden didn’t move, His smile stayed put, but his grip on his glass subtly shifted.
“Sorry I’m late,” Henry said, eyes darting quickly to Caleb, then flicking back to Jaden in a way he prayed no one noticed.
Caleb brightened. “You made it.”
Will called out, “Just in time. We were about to vote on who passes out first.”
Henry forced a chuckle. The only seat left was beside Caleb—directly across from Jaden.
He sat down with measured care. His throat felt dry. The laughter around him sounded distant.
Caleb nudged him playfully. “You okay?”
Henry nodded, eyes never leaving his glass. “Yeah. Long day. This helps.”
Then Jaden spoke, calm, cutting. “So… Henry, right?”
Henry looked up slowly. “Yeah.”
“I feel like we’ve met before,” Jaden said, tone light, but his eyes razor sharp. “You look familiar.”
Henry didn’t flinch. “Maybe in passing.”
Jaden tilted his head, studying him. “Hm. Maybe.”
Caleb frowned a little, glancing between them. “You two don’t actually know each other?”
Jaden smiled. “Not really. Do we?”
Henry’s jaw tightened. “No. Not really.”
Caleb let out a confused laugh. “You guys are weird.”
Will, already a few drinks deep and with the swagger of a man who’d forgotten his own limits, hoisted his glass and cleared his throat.
“Alright, listen up guys,” he slurred, voice loud enough to cut through the background music. “I appreciate you all for coming.”
Caleb smirked, but Henry’s gaze flickered toward Jaden.
“Heartily, I appreciate Mr. Henry for his generosity. I feel honored—thank you so much.”
Henry’s lips curled into a half-smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re welcome, man.”
“I promised I’d announce who my best man is tonight,” Will said, his voice rising above the buzz of conversation. “And you all know I love every single one of you."
“Say it already,” Derek groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, making everyone laugh harder.
Will raised a hand, commanding playful silence. “At my wedding tomorrow…” He paused, letting the moment stretch just long enough for suspense. “My best man will be—Caleb.”
Cheers erupted. Caleb blinked, stunned, then broke into a wide grin. He stepped forward, heart full, wrapping Will in a warm embrace. Without hesitation, he pressed a quick peck to Will’s cheek. His friends whooped louder.
“Careful,” Derek called out, chuckling. “He’s taken, you know.”
Caleb pulled back just enough to flash Derek a smug look. “Get lost. Told you I’d be the best man.”
Will laughed, resting a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “To be honest… it wasn’t even my call.”
Caleb blinked. “Wait—what?”
Will’s smile deepened. “Mia chose you.”
Caleb froze mid-laugh, mouth falling open. “Wait, what?”
“We swapped,” Will said with a smirk. “I chose her maid of honor, and she picked you.”
Derek groaned dramatically. “Oh, I am absolutely crucifying Mia for that.”
Caleb turned, grinning at him. “Jealousy… is that you?”
“I plan surprises for her. I shop with her. I listen to baby name ideas even though she’s not even pregnant yet,” Derek said, gesturing wildly. “And she still picked you.”
Caleb raised his brows. “Well, clearly, she’s got great taste. She made me best man… and she’s making you a godfather soon. No cheating roles.”
Derek scoffed, playfully scowling. “Ugly.”
Caleb burst out laughing, nudging Derek with his elbow.
Derek narrowed his eyes, “Love you bro.”
“Love you too,” Caleb shot back, raising his drink.
Derek broke the tension with a laugh. “Come on, guys—cheers to the groom!” Raising his glass, Caleb clinked it with Henry’s, and they all cheered.
As the party slowed, Caleb leaned close to Henry, voice low and steady. “Take me home?”
"Jaden shifted, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught Henry’s eye across the room—an exchange so fleeting, no one else noticed."
Henry didn’t hesitate. His hand found the small of Caleb’s back, firm and sure. “Let’s go.”
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Henry drove with one hand, the other resting on Caleb’s knee.
Caleb, barefoot in the passenger seat, watched him with fond mischief. “You keep doing all this, people are going to think I don’t own a car.”
Henry glanced over, smirking. “Let them. I want to be the reason you never wait alone again.”
Caleb’s heart stuttered.
“You’re something else.”
“I’m yours,” Henry replied, turning down the volume of the soft jazz playing.
They fell into silence for a while, enjoying the warmth, the hum of the car, and the intimacy of just… being.
Then Caleb turned, teasing. “So when do I meet the man who made you this intense?”
Henry lifted a brow. “My father?”
“Yup.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve been kissed in a ballroom and fed strawberries in bed. I’m ready for anything.”
Henry laughed. “Okay, but I should warn you. He’s charming and terrifying. Think Gordon Ramsay with a throne.”
“I’ll charm him,” Caleb said confidently.
“You sure?” Henry asked.
Caleb glanced out the window, smiling. “Positive.”
Caleb smirked. “As long as he doesn’t throw me out for stealing his son’s heart, I’m game.”
Henry grinned, eyes sparkling. “Trust me, after meeting you, he’ll probably ask if he can date you too.”
Caleb laughed, shaking his head. “You’re such a jerk.”
Henry’s smile softened. “Well, then Monday it is.”
Caleb nodded, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he looked at Henry.
Still pulsing from Caleb’s release inside him, Asher cradled his flushed face between his hands and kissed him deeply, their mouths moving in a rhythm of need and raw affection.“I need you in me, Asher,” Caleb breathed into his mouth, his voice husky and rich with intent. “I... I need you, darling.”Asher pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, dazed and overwhelmed. “You want me…?”“I need you,” Caleb interrupted, his voice almost a whisper. “I’ve missed your body too much. I need to feel every part of you… again.”He let out a shuddering breath as he moved first, turning over and rising onto his hands and knees. His shoulders dipped low while the twin mounds of his cheeks rose high and his spine curved into a perfect arch, presenting his round muscled butt jutted out in perfect proportion, wide and sculpted to Asher with quiet desperation.Asher sat up slowly behind him, hands finding Caleb’s waist before trailing down to his backside.Between his thighs, his fat nine-inch e
The door to the master bedroom clicked shut behind them.Asher placed the box gently on the floor beside the nightstand. Then he turned, eyes smoldering as they met Caleb’s, the silence between them charged with anticipation.Asher crossed the room in one stride, gripping Caleb’s shirt and pulling him in. Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, hot kiss. They kissed like time had been holding its breath, tongues exploring with slow desperate need, tasting, claiming, lost in each other.Caleb moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming Asher’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath the shirt.Asher’s fingers slipped under Caleb’s shirt, dragging it up his spine, and Caleb lifted his arms to let him pull it off. He returned the favor, unbuttoning Asher’s shirt one button at a time, hands grazing his chest with every inch revealed. Asher dropped the fabric carelessly, his breath hitching when Caleb's palms smoothed over his bare skin.They moved toward the bed as one, lips n
They arrived home that evening, the soft click of the apartment door behind them was a sound of release. They tossed their bags aside, unbuttoned their suits, and collapsed onto the couch, laughing at how drained and wired they felt all at once.After a refreshing shower, the scent of toasted bread and scrambled eggs filled the air. Derek stood at the stove, humming under his breath, while Caleb set the table. “Breakfast for dinner is our favorite,” Caleb said with a grin.“When exhaustion hit,” Derek added, and they both laughed.Caleb poured fresh orange juice into two glasses as Derek slid golden-brown toast onto plates beside a heap of roasted cherry tomatoes and turkey bacon.They sat side-by-side at the island, feet brushing under the counter."Tomorrow’s a free day," Derek said between bites, "so we’ll get our things ready, check the flight details, and maybe go over some designs."Caleb nodded. "That sounds good."Derek smirked. "And Sunday? I’m taking you out. Somewhere fanc
Lorenzo walked toward the battered table where Henry sat in a wheelchair. Two guards stood silently behind him, motionless.He moved with slow confidence, every step quiet and controlled. His frame was lean but powerfully built, muscles taut beneath a black open-collar shirt. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showing veined forearms and a leather strap wound tightly around his wrist. He wore dark cargo pants and heavy black boots. His thick gray hair was brushed back carelessly, and a pale scar ran from his brow down to his cheekbone.“Lorenzo,” Henry said quietly.“Boy?” Lorenzo replied, his voice smooth like aged whiskey but with a cold undercurrent.Henry’s eyes studied his face. “The scars.”“A souvenir from my first kill,” Lorenzo replied, easing into the seat across from him. “Seventeen.”He slid a glass tumbler toward Henry.“I don’t drink,” Henry muttered.“Then pretend,” Lorenzo said, sipping from his own glass. “Nerves respond well to the illusion.”Henry dropped an env
Caleb stepped into the corridor outside his apartment and dialed the number on his phone. The ringing tone barely lasted before the call was answered.“Caleb,” came Valen’s deep, steady voice from the other end.“Dad,” Caleb greeted, his voice softening with warmth. “I figured I’d call before work. You said yesterday we needed to talk.”“I did,” Valen replied quietly.A pause stretched between them.Caleb sighed gently. “Okay?”“I...” Valen hesitated. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”“Wow,” Caleb chuckled, his fingers curling around the edge of the sofa beside the door. “I’m okay. Really. Italy is treating me just fine.”“Asher? Have you heard from him?”Caleb smiled faintly. “He’s fine.”“That’s all I needed to hear. And I want to see you when you return,” Valen said, his voice softer now.“Okay,” Caleb replied, his tone lingering on the word.“Bye, son,” Valen said.“Bye, Dad.” Caleb smiled, already looking forward to it.Just as the call ended, another buzz lit up the screen. Ca
The next morning, Caleb was brushing his teeth when a soft knock came at the door. He peeked through the peephole. Jesse stood there in his staff uniform, pushing a small service cart.Caleb opened the door just slightly, his tone flat.“What now?”“Housekeeping,” Jesse replied smoothly. “I’m restocking the minibar.”Caleb didn’t budge, scanning Jesse’s face carefully, searching for a hint—anything that explained why he was really there.“At your service,” Jesse added, sounding almost sincere.Caleb stepped aside and opened the door wider.“Just be quick.”Jesse entered without another word, moving efficiently as he crouched to open the minibar. Bottled water. Tiny liquor bottles. Energy drinks. Everything was placed back into neat rows with practiced ease.He was almost done when Caleb’s voice sliced through the silence.“I heard the guest in room 032 was murdered last night.”Jesse froze for a moment, then gently shut the fridge and rose to his feet, locking eyes with Caleb in tense