Chapter 30
The Morning After (Christmas Sprinkles Edition)
JAMES
The frat house is thankfully empty when we stumble through the door.
Everyone else is still at the gala, probably dancing, schmoozing, or whatever people do at those things.
I couldn't care less. All I know is Caleb's hand is in mine, his bow tie is undone, and we have at least an hour before anyone else returns.
"Your room or mine?" Already I'm tugging him toward the stairs.
"Yours," he says without hesitation. "Jaren's been annoyingly present in mine lately."
We take the stairs two at a time, like teenagers sneaking around after curfew. The second my bedroom door closes behind us, Caleb presses me against it, his mouth crashing into mine like he can't get enough.
"Do you know," he says between kisses, "how hard it was to keep my hands off you tonight?"
Smiling against his lips. "I have some idea." My fingers make quick work of his shirt buttons, revealing inch by inch of skin I've been aching to touch for weeks.
"I watched you talking to that guy from the engineering department," Caleb continues, his voice dropping lower as he helps me shrug out of my jacket. "All I could think about was dragging you into one of those fancy bathrooms and getting on my knees."
"Jesus, Caleb." My body responds instantly to the image.
"Too much?" He smirks, knowing damn well it's not.
Spinning us around, I back him toward my bed until his legs hit the edge. "Not enough."
We tear off our clothes fast, fancy outfits falling all over the floor. When Caleb is finally naked under me, I stop for a second to look at him. His eyes are dark, and his chest is going up and down with fast breaths.
"James," he says, my name half plea, half demand. "I need you inside me. It's been weeks."
"I know, baby." Leaning down to kiss him, slower this time, savouring the taste of him. "I've got you."
Reaching for the lube in my nightstand drawer, I warm it between my fingers before circling his entrance. He's so responsive, arching into my touch as I work him open, first one finger, then two.
"More," he demands, grabbing my wrist. "I'm not going to break."
"Impatient," Teasing him both with words and by adding another finger, I love the way his eyes flutter closed when I find that spot inside him.
"Can you blame me?" His voice is ragged. "Do you know how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about this? About you fucking me into the mattress?"
The mental image of Caleb touching himself, thinking of me, nearly undoes me. "Tell me."
He flushes, but meets my eyes. "Every night since our fight. Sometimes twice."
"Fuck." Curling my fingers inside him makes him gasp. "What did you think about?"
"This." His hips rock against my hand. "You, filling me up. The way you look at me when you're inside me. The sounds you make."
Slowly, I pull out my fingers and reach for a condom. Caleb watches me, eyes hungry, as I roll it on and position myself between his legs.
"Please," he whispers, a word I never thought I'd hear again from Caleb Huntington the Third. "James, please."
Lining myself up with his entrance, pause as I'm about to push in. Caleb groans in frustration, his legs tightening around my waist.
"Are you serious right now?" he demands. "Just a little, please."
He's flushed, lips swollen, eyes desperate, and I’m addicted to looking at him. "We forgot something."
He glances down at my condom covered cock, and confusion crosses his face. "No, we didn't."
I laugh softly, hooking his leg over my shoulder to change the angle. Then I begin pushing into him painfully slowly while locking eyes with him.
"Okay, we didn’t, but I did. I forgot to tell you I'm in love with you, too."
The words make his eyes fly open, but they roll back the second I start moving with tiny, teasing thrusts that I know drive him absolutely fucking crazy.
Caleb's head is thrown back, and he is panting when I finally sink fully inside him. The angle I have him at lets me roll over his prostate with each thrust. The sound he makes is pornographic, a deep, guttural moan that seems to come from his very core.
"Say it again," he gasps as I begin to move, setting a deep, steady rhythm.
"I'm in love with you, Caleb." I punctuate each word with a thrust, watching his face transform with pleasure. "Have been for months."
His fingers dig into my shoulders, urging me deeper, faster. "James, fuck, I—" His words dissolve into another moan as I grip his hips and change the angle slightly.
He's tight, hot, making these desperate sounds. His body responds to every movement like he can't help it. I'm not usually vocal during sex, but I can't help the groans that escape me with each thrust.
"Harder," he demands, his voice hoarse. "I want to feel you tomorrow."
"Okay."
Driving into him with enough force to make the bed frame creak against the wall makes us both groan. Caleb doesn't seem to care about the noise; if anything, he gets louder, a stream of curses and pleas falling from his lips.
"Touch yourself," My command comes out rough. Close. So close. "I want to see you come on my cock."
He wraps a hand around himself, stroking in rhythm with my thrusts. The sight of him like this, lost in pleasure, holding nothing back, pushes me towards the edge.
"I'm close," he warns, his movements becoming erratic.
"Look at me," The words are a command as my movements slow enough to pull that whimper out of him. When his eyes meet mine, "I love you, Caleb."
That does it. He comes with a shout of my name, clenching around my cock so tight I see stars. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My orgasm hits like a freight train. Grinding deep inside him, coming so hard my vision whites out.
We collapse together, sweaty and breathless. As our heart rates slow, Caleb turns his head to look at me, his eyes uncharacteristically vulnerable.
"Really?" he pants out.
"Yeah. I love you." I brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
His smile, rare and genuine, makes my chest ache. Before I can say anything else, there's a bang from the other side of the wall.
"For fuck's sake, keep it DOWN!" Marcos's voice carries clearly through the thin drywall.
Caleb looks at me, a wicked glint replacing the vulnerability. Without breaking eye contact, he pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips.
"Put on your headphones!" he shouts back, grinding against my already hardening dick. "It's going to be a long night!"
And it is.
The kitchen smells like coffee and bacon when the first of the guys stumbles downstairs the next morning. I'm flipping pancakes at the stove while Caleb mans the coffee maker, both of us wearing nothing but sweatpants riding low on our hips.
The sudden silence alerts me to our audience. I glance over my shoulder to find Tyler, Ethan, Drew, and Gavin frozen in the doorway, staring at us like we're an alien species.
"Well, don't stand staring at my boyfriend's magnificent ass," I growl, pointing with my spatula. "Grab the syrup and food and let's go eat."
Gavin seems to recover first, accepting the platter Caleb shoves into his hands. He looks down at the colourful pancakes and blinks.
"Are these... Christmas sprinkles?" he asks, confusion in his voice.
Caleb shrugs, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "They were the only ones left."
Tyler's eyes dart between us, taking in our relaxed demeanor and the dark marks on Caleb's neck. "So you two are... For sure, no joking around…”
"Together," Caleb finishes for him, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "Got a problem with that?"
Drew raises his hands in surrender. "No problem. Just surprised to see the two Grinches spreading Christmas spirit in January."
I choose to ignore him. "The pancakes are going to get cold."
As the kitchen fills with more sleepy frat brothers, I catch Caleb watching me with soft eyes. When our gazes meet, he mouths three words that make last night's activities flash vividly in my brain.
Leaning over to whisper in his ear, "Tonight, my place or yours?"
The blush that covers his cheeks is almost as satisfying as the sounds he made last night. Almost.