Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Caleb finally emerges from the bed, I force him into the shower. He’s reluctant to go, telling me he’d rather just stay naked, but I will not let him this time.
He winks at me as I grab the sheets from my bed and stuff them in the washer with my dirty clothes and turn it on.
“You know you should probably buy more sheets. Several more, in fact. I plan to do that multiple times a day,” he says as I appear in the bathroom, completely naked.
Showing myself to someone like this still makes me squirm, but the way he looks at me, the way his cock always grows hard when he sees my broken body, makes me feel brave.
I reach into a drawer and pull out a packet of waterproof covers for his cast.
“Wrap your arm.”
“Yes, Dad,” he teases as I help him secure it over his wrist.
When he’s covered, I point. “In the shower, Caleb. And don’t get your stitches wet.”
He rolls his eyes, but obeys. And when he’s under the water, I step in right behind him, pulling his back to my chest, my hands splayed across his stomach. I feel his muscles flex and bunch beneath me, and I can’t help but curl my fingers against him.
“Going to wash me, too? Make sure I’m all nice and clean?” he asks with a small laugh. I huff against his neck and grab the soap, lathering him up and washing him thoroughly.
“Do I get to wash you also?” he asks as he reaches around and pulls me further into him.
My cock is nuzzled right between his cheeks, the lube wetting my half-hard cock. I could slip inside him, could fuck him right here, but I don’t. I won’t. The first time we do that, it won’t be in the shower.
So instead, I focus on washing him.
“You’re taking this very seriously,” he says, and I meet his gaze with a stern one of my own.
“There’s nothing wrong with being clean.”
“Nothing at all, especially when you’re the one cleaning me,” he replies as I reach between his legs and run my soapy hands over his cock.
“Come on now,” he grumbles when I do nothing more than just wash him. And when I crouch down and wash his legs, he leans his head back and moans loudly in protest.
I could pull his dick into my mouth, but I don’t.
Instead, I stand and tell him to rinse off.
He pouts at that, but does as I say, the suds slipping from his skin.
I watch it all, my dick fully hard from the sight. My hands run the lather over my body, cleaning myself as I let my eyes take him in. It’s a sight. Like a fucking model. Like a porno.
People would pay to see this.
When he’s done, he wets his lips. “Now it’s my turn.”
He runs a hand through his wet hair, and I sigh, realizing he got his stitches wet. But he’s not worried about it. That’s clear when he holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers a little.
“Soap.”
“I’m halfway done already,” I reply, but it doesn’t deter him. He wants to do this, and really, who am I to say no?
“Now, Whit. Don’t rob me of this. I’ve wanted you naked for like a decade. You, wet and naked, is in the top five hottest things I’ve ever seen. Let me touch you.”
My chest tightens, my cock aching. I never imagined anyone would ever say that about me. I know objectively, while wearing clothes, I can be attractive, but underneath… That’s where all my secrets lie.
And despite them, despite the ugliness, he wants me.
I set the soap into his palm, and he spends far too much time rubbing the lather over me, making me shiver, his touch a firebrand to my chest.
When he fists my cock and strokes, my chin hits my chest, watching how well he strokes me. The way he looks wrapped around me is erotic.
“God, you’re so fucking hot, dude,” he says.
I meet his sincere stare, and his tongue peeks out and wets his lips. He shifts me slightly, putting me under the stream of water, the suds rolling down my skin and swirling down the drain.
And when I’m nothing more than wet and shuddering, he falls to his knees and takes me into his mouth, bringing me over the edge in a matter of minutes.
With wet eyelashes, he meets my gaze, cum lingering on his lips. My thumb drags along the bottom one, and he sucks my finger into his mouth, groaning around it.
And I know in that moment, I’m so fucking fucked.
“I’d prefer you naked,” Caleb says as I pull on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black track pants. He’s only wearing sweatpants and nothing more. Not even underwear. I know because he made sure I noticed.
“I would rather not.”
His bottom lip sticks out, and I stare at it, trying like hell not to lean forward and suck it into my mouth and bite. Instead, I fist my hands near my sides and stride into the other room, settling on the couch.
Caleb trots along beside me, and as soon as my legs spread, he crawls between them and lies on top of me. As he settles, he rucks my shirt up, exposing my torso and resting his face on my bare skin.
“Mmm. Better,” he mutters, his hands sliding up my sides and holding me to him.
“You’re ridiculous,” I say as I slip my hands through his hair and turn on the TV. It plays low in the background as I pick up my Kindle and start reading. My eyes barely scan the words when he murmurs, “What we doing this weekend?”
He punctuates the last word with a nip on my nipple.
I hiss at the sensation and pinch the back of his neck I was just massaging.
“Behave.”
He does it again, so I tug on his hair roughly. “You are seriously like a child.”
He chuckles and then leans up, kissing me.
“Just need a little attention. So, what we doing this weekend?”
“I was planning on staying home and reading.”
“Don’t be an asshole,” he says, pressing his lips to mine once more.
The taste of him is enough to have me setting my Kindle down and cradling his face in mine, bringing him up for a slow, hungry kiss. I part his lips with mine, swallowing his soft, eager moans.
When we pull away minutes later, both of us panting, Caleb falls against me once more, rubbing his face against my skin like a cat in heat. He almost purrs as he does it, too. It does things to my insides.
It’s changing me.
He’s transforming me.
“Mal’s having a bonfire on the beach. We should go.”
I shudder at the thought. “I’d rather not.”
“Bummer. I’ll just have to go with Magnus then.”
I tense at his attempt to make me jealous. Sadly, it works. “Fine. I’ll go.”
I feel him smile against my skin and then turns his face back to the TV. I know he’s smug, but I let him feel that.
He won this round. I can admit when I’ve totally and utterly lost.
When Saturday rolls around, Caleb is vibrating with excitement. And lust. I can tell because I’ve been edging him the past few days, pressing my finger inside of him, watching him unravel as I play with his prostate.
The way he’s been begging me to fuck him…
I’ve been in a constant state of arousal as well.
It doesn’t help that right now Caleb looks sinful in his jeans, flannel shirt, and backward hat. It almost makes going to the beach worth it. Maybe. Okay, probably not, but at least this time, we brought a towel.
“You assholes made it,” Mal smiles as he jogs across the sand, handing Caleb and me two unopened beers. People are already gathered here, drinking, some dancing. Caleb told me Mal always throws the best bonfires this time of year. I can’t imagine why anyone would want to attend one of these.
Nothing could be worse. The way I find sand everywhere when I return home from one of these trips. I swear it follows me home, and I have to vacuum the carpet ten times to eradicate it from existence.
And the smell of smoke.
No thank you.
“Had to drag this one kicking and screaming,” Caleb says as he nudges me.
Mal laughs as he reaches his fist out. I bump it, then I take Caleb’s beer from his hand, open it, and hand it back to him.
“Thanks, babe,” he says, pulling me to his side and pressing a kiss to my temple. It makes me blush, this open, obvious affection. But I should get used to it. After he held my hand at the aquarium, he hasn’t stopped touching me in public.
“You guys are too cute. Makes me want to barf,” Mal says.
“Getting you back for smooching on Bree. I can’t get those images out of my mind,” Caleb says.
Mal looks pleased with provoking him and then adds, “Sem and Luke are here. Been half-heartedly looking for you.”
“Meh, they’ll find me. I’m sure they’ve found someone to harass.”
Mal laughs, and while they talk about Bree, I wander away to set the towel down on the sand.
I wanted to bring two, one for each of us, but Caleb just rolled his eyes and told me one was enough.
I don’t think that’s true. I think one of us will be stretched out in the dirty sand. And it won’t be me.
As he crawls toward me and sits between my legs, I realize now how right I was.
His head rests against my shoulder, his legs stretched out in front of him.
“We should’ve brought two towels. You’re half in the sand,” I grumble.
“Aw, looking at my legs, Whit? I know they’re impressive.”
I let out a huff and slide a cold hand up his shirt, pressing it against his warm skin.
A hiss escapes him, and I laugh at how he shivers against me. When he turns to look at me, I see his eyes twinkling.
“Feel free to feel me up,” he says. “You know I’d never say no to you.”
I tug on his nipple ring, and he bites back a moan.
“Hey, you two!” a voice says to our left, and I watch as Bev bounces over to us. In her hands is a stack of fliers. I know what this is, and I hold back an internal groan.
“Oh, you’re so damn cute together.”
“Thanks,” Caleb says, grinning widely.
Bev bites back a smile and then holds out a flier to us.
“What’s this?” Caleb asks, reading it.
“It’s a flier for our LGBTQIA+ club. Anyone’s welcome, but I thought you may want to join since you’re out now. Each month, we have socials and a support group for those who need it.”