20. nathan
20
nathan
As if the bathroom wasn’t confusing enough, the Uber drive home sure doesn’t help.
We can’t keep our hands off of each other. Honestly, if I wasn’t so keyed up, I’d feel bad for the driver.
I hardly recognize myself tonight. I was never this…risky with Sarah. It’s as though all of these years, I tucked this side of me away, then Caleb strolls along and opens it up like Pandora’s Box.
You’d think a guy who had just come moments ago and who even came earlier in the evening would be spent and done for the night. No way would that guy be nibbling on another guy's earlobe, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs, and biting his chin.
But, here we are. In the farthest seats back in the Uber SUV, trying to be as quiet and undetectable as possible. Which is hard because with every second of teasing, I’m learning more and more that Caleb is vocal when he’s turned on.
“Nathaniel,” he moans quietly in my ear. He shifts my hand that was on his thigh up and rests it on top of the bulge in his pants. He's rock hard. My mouth drops at the feel of it. I watch his eyes fixate on my lips.
Did he want to kiss?
I think about it but…decide against it, grazing my lips against his gently instead. Something tells me that kissing is a whole can of worms we shouldn’t open. Too intimate? I don’t know, but I’m not ready. If I know anything about Caleb, it’s that he’s scared of anything real. And kissing…kissing feels pretty real to me. I mean, what the hell are we even doing right now? I shove the thoughts out of my mind. I’m having way too much fun right now in this moment to have it be tainted by those confusing questions.
He leans in to press his lips against mine but I teter away, teasing him lightly. Nuzzling my face into his neck, I bite and lick again at the raw skin.
He laughs while he tugs on my hair at the back of my neck that's poking out from the bottom of my hat.
I squeeze his erection again and shudder at the sound of his gasp.
The car comes to a slow stop and it's only then that I realize we made it back to the hotel.
“Thank you!” We both say before sliding out of the SUV.
Walking through the foyer and up to our room is a mission and a half with two tents in our pants. We keep laughing and pushing one another through the lobby. Ducking behind each other as soon as a stranger comes into view.
We are a mess, but this is so much fun.
Bursting into our room smiling and giddy as all hell, I shove him through and shut the door behind us.
“Damn, who knew you were so bossy.” Caleb laughs, kicking off his shoes. At some point during the Uber ride, he took my hat and is now sporting it backwards on himself.
We aren’t even drunk off those two drinks, but something about this night has us feeling like we're so high.
“You’ve got to be bossy to handle your ass.” I lean on the door and make sure it’s locked.
“Hm, you’re probably right.” A smile pulls at his lips.
My eyebrows pinch together. “You know what else?” I ask, stripping off my torn shirt and dropping it on the ground. I don’t know why, but a rush of confidence swims over me and I'm going to roll with it.
The Adam’s apple sinks in his throat as I watch it glide back to the top. I bite my lip as I make my way over to him, in the middle of the room. My hand lifts up to feel the column of his throat beneath my thumb. His soft skin feels tremendous and sends a spark throughout my whole body.
“You spend so much time taking care of others, but who takes care of you?” I ask quietly. I mean it every word.
That gets his attention. He stands there, stunned. Honestly, I can’t believe I said them, either.
“What did you just say?” Caleb’s hands come up to grasp around mine as I continue grazing his jawline with my thumbs.
“I asked - who takes care of you?” I look at him deeply now. His eyes dart between mine as he tries to come up with an answer.
“I-I don’t know.” He breathes.
That’s what I thought.
I nod my head slowly, taking his wrist and leading him to the bedroom. I feel an overwhelming need to tell him the truth. Like it’s been bubbling over and finally it’s spilling out.
“I’ve realized something these last few days,” I start. Oh my gosh, someone stop my word vomit. Now.
“And what’s that?” Caleb asks. I give him a gentle shove so he's now sitting on the edge of the bed.
The little alcohol in my system must be giving me the confidence I’ve been needing because all of a sudden I lean down over him, forcing him to lean back on the bed. He stares up at me, shocked as he leans his forearms behind him, propping himself up.
“I want to take care of you, too.” I whisper, looking into his eyes. Being so close, I can see the dark ring of blue around the ocean color of his eyes. It’d put anyone in a trance. I think it put me in a trance years ago. “You deserve someone taking care of you, too.” I clarify. His eyebrows pinch together while he bites his lip, like he’s been dying to hear those words. Using one hand to keep my balance, I use my other to drift softly under his shirt.
“Jesus, Nathaniel,” he gasps.
Slowly, with no rush at all, I peel his shirt up and over his head. He helps me remove it completely while staying underneath me, gripping my waist and pulling my pelvis down to rest against his own.
I align my dick against his and let the tingles spread through my body as a rush of excitement moves through me. I'm the first to move, but it doesn't take long before we both start grinding our lower halves together, searching for that addicting friction yet again.
Our lips are so close, grazing lazily against each others. We're breathing in each other's air as we keep moving and grinding.
“You feel so damn good. I can’t get enough of you,” he moans. He presses his hands to my ass to press me even closer to him. If that's even possible.
My chest fills with a warm feeling at his words. His chest moves up and down heavily as his eyes drift all over my face, taking me in.
I can feel Caleb’s fingertips slowly drift to below the waist belt of my pants. My breath hitches as I stop to look down at where we're connected.
“Can I?” He whispers across my cheek.
I look back at his eyes, which are looking back at me so full of heat and want.
I want this too. I don’t know what is going on, or how I got this lucky, but it feels so damn good.
I quickly nod my head. Lifting up off of him and sitting down on his waist, I unbutton my pants and lower my zipper.
His hands rest on my waist, his legs drawn out beneath me.
I lean to the side to wiggle out of my pants and lay down next to him in only my boxer briefs.
“Take it off, baby. Let me see you,” I murmur, my hands gliding slowly up and down his chest.
His eyes flicker wide at the pet name that slipped out of my mouth. I brace myself for a teasing remark but it never comes. Instead he looks at me like… he likes it. His mouth quirks up on one side as he looks me over.
Caleb keeps his eyes on me as he slips out of his own pants. It's a sight to behold. I can’t wait any longer.
His body is incredible. Laying there, breathing heavily. His chest, his abs, arms and legs all just so perfectly chiseled.
A rush of jealousy passes through me thinking about all the times Sarah got to hold him in her arms, all to herself.
I fight against those thoughts by resuming my position over top of him, but as soon as I go to wrap my leg around him, he shoots up and rolls me over onto my back instead.
“Woah,” I gasp, staring at him over me. He sits up tall, muscles and tattoos running up and down with his arms on display. I look down as his tattooed hands rub up and down my bare chest, kneading and taking his time to feel me all the way down.
I hold my breath as he reaches down between us… and pretty much tears off my boxers, then his own. Okay, enough playing nice for Caleb, I see. His dick bobs out, swaying upright as he strokes himself gently.
Holy shit. I’ve never seen another dick in real life before. I’m sure guys who play sports probably see them all the time but me? The loner at the back of the class? No fucking way.
No, this is my first. And holy fuck, is it ever perfect.
I look down at his thick, beautiful dick, making mine throb in response.
Fuck, he's big.
I like to think I’m a pretty decent size, but damn.
I can’t help but smile as I can see the admiration all over his face. My dick rests on my stomach, throbbing in anticipation. He clearly likes what he sees, and damn, so do I.
He begins touching me– his explorative hands tracing paths up and down my stomach. He’s going slow which I can only assume is for my benefit. My mouth parts slightly as I nod my head, signaling to him that I’m all good. A smile creeps on his face as his soft touches grow firm. He traces my abs, moving lower. He’s teasing me and my hips have a mind of it’s own as it bucks under him, searching for more friction. Then all of a sudden, his big hand wraps around my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, feeling his rough hand move up and down my shaft. Without any lube, you’d think it wouldn’t feel good, but oh my god, it's fantastic.
Knowing that it's Caleb’s hand makes it feel tremendous.
“Does it feel good?” he breathes. I didn’t even realize I was closing my eyes until I open them up to see his face. He looks… concerned? No. Nervous. He wants it to feel good for me.
“It feels so fucking good. Please, don’t stop,” I pant.
A smile spreads across his face. Pride washes over him. “Yeah?” he asks, laying closer to me now, his dick resting between the crease of my groin and my upper thigh.
“Yeah,” I moan, tilting my head back. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
I can feel him rubbing himself against me now as he pumps me gently. It’s like he can’t help it, and it’s making me feel even hotter knowing that.
“You’re doing such a good fucking job,” I moan. I put my hands under his arms to help encourage him to move up further on me. I need us to touch more.
Our legs intertwine as our dicks connect skin-to-skin. My nerves all over my body light up at the contact, resulting in me bucking my hips into him. I grab ahold of his waist, pulling him closer.
“Good. Show me how much you want this,” Caleb breathes into my neck.
He looks back down at where we're connected and wraps his hand around both of our dicks and squeezes.
“Oh, shit,” I moan.
His bare skin against mine is so much better than in the washroom with clothes between us.
“Caleb,” I whimper as he starts moving slowly, up and down. Gripping us both in his hand, driving me insane.
His breath is shaky, and I can tell this feels good for him, too. But I want to hear him admit it.
I slap his hand away and take over, jerking us both.
“Fuck. Yes, that’s it,” Caleb moans, dropping his head to my shoulder. His dick is rocks hard into my palm, and I feel myself coming to the brink.
My whole body feels so hot. I really want to come, but I also really don’t want this to end.
I try my best to keep the same pace he had, but it's hard to keep my focus when all I can pay attention to is how good he feels rubbing against me.
“Come for me, baby.” I bite my lip and stroke us faster.
His thrusting starts becoming erratic, and I can tell he's on the edge, which makes me full of excitement and pride.
“F-fuck, I—” He can’t even finish his sentence before he buries his face in my neck, groaning through the pleasure. Thrusting his hips hard into me, the sound of him coming tips me right over the edge after him.
I drag my fingers down his back as my dick pulses all over my own stomach, mixing my release with his.
My whole body tingles as Caleb collapses over me, both of us breathless.
Holy fucking shit.
“Woah,” I breathe. I run my hands up his back, feeling every muscle tense and loosen with every breath.
His own hot breath heats my neck as he tries to catch himself.
I can hardly breathe with his weight on my chest, but there's no way I want him to move. Not yet. Not ever? Truthfully, I could die happy like this. I’m so fucked.
“Nathaniel…” Caleb sighs. He sits up a bit, leaning on his arm so he can look me in the eyes.
I feel my face heat as he looks up and down my whole body. Inspecting our mess.
“Caleb…don’t-”
“Don’t what?” His eyebrows pinch together.
“Don’t… overthink this,” I say quietly. I sit up and scoot off the bed. The last thing I want is for him to get into his head. I remember the way he acted in high school. And I doubt he’s changed since. Caleb doesn’t do relationships. I remember he always said that to me in high school. He freaks out if things get too serious. If he senses the fact that I’m really into whatever this is, he may run. So, it’s best I shrug it off like it’s nothing.
“Oh…right. Yeah.” He nods, sitting up himself.
I head to the bathroom and grab a fresh towel for each of us. Heating them up under the hot water, I walk back to the bedroom to pass him his. As I wipe off my stomach and dick, I can’t help but look him over.
Caleb Brown is sitting in this bed, wiping off our mess. We did that. Together.
If anyone asked me in high school if I ever imagined this happening - hell, if anyone asked me two days ago if I thought this may happen - I’d think they were bat shit crazy.
Caleb is 100% straight, I’d say. I’d say the same thing about myself…even if I didn’t fully believe it.
But here we are, totally blissed out of our minds.
He tosses the rag on the floor across the room, and I do the same before plopping back on the bed. Staying naked, it is.
I prop my hand under my head and stare up at the ceiling as Caleb rolls on to his stomach, looking up at my face.
“Nathaniel…” he begins again.
I tilt my head to look at him. Dear god, his eyes are beautiful. And same thing goes for those messy strands of his, draped over his forehead. I have no clue where my hat on his head went but honestly, I don’t care. Seeing his hair getting rustled up like this looks immaculate. I love seeing him disheveled. I want to see him like this more often. My fingers twitch as I hold myself back from brushing his strands out of his eyes.
Actually…fuck it.
I reach down and softly guide back his hair on his temples like he likes to do all the time.
He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. “Stay in this room with me tomorrow,” he mutters softly.
“What?” I smile, still grooming my fingers through his soft hair. He lifts his hand out from under his chin and rests it on my chest.
“Let’s forget about the search for a little bit and just… hang out. You and me. Like old times.” His eyes drift open and connect with mine.
I bite my lower lip and study his face. “Will you order chicken fingers with me?” I smile.
A smile crosses his face as he shifts closer to me, leaning his chin on my chest this time and swinging his leg between mine.
A shudder goes through my body as soon as I realize we're both naked and his glorious dick is now resting on my hip.
“Fine. Chicken fingers, it is,” he huffs.
“In that case, abso-fucking-lutely,” I chuckle.