Chapter 9 #2
“No!” Lia exclaimed, sitting up suddenly in bed, her legs crossed, her cheeks still flushed, and her lips slightly swollen. “This is just…a little more surreal for me than I expected. But to be super clear. I want to do this with you. Like, not because wow, have sex with your bias—“
“I'm your sex bias?”
“What? No, not the point! That’s the part tripping me up. You, Cal, whose house I live in and who has bougie taste in grapes, I want. More than once. Several times, actually, because you’re so—“
She waved a hand at him and he took it as a cue to fill in the blanks. “Hot? Sexy? Fuckable?”
“Sweet,” she finally said, and if Cal could physically want her more, he would explode into a pile of kilig glitter on his floors, which would be hell on the carpet but so fucking worth it.
“You’re sweet, and I can’t believe that you, the guy I’ve had a crush on since forever, is also the guy that sees me, and I never ever feel like I have ever been seen. ”
Her next breath was a shudder, and he sat next to her on the bed and took her hand. Did she need to cry?
“See?” She asked him, as if he’d asked her a question. She squeezed his hand back. “This is just a lot for me. And it’s new. Sleeping with you means something to me. It will always mean something to me, regardless of what happens between us, and I just need a second to get used to it.”
He didn’t know why anyone on this goddamn earth would think she wasn’t worth a traffic jam. Why would she feel like she wasn’t worthy of being wanted, because Cal wanted her more than anything.
He cupped his hand on her cheek. “May I kiss you?”
She nodded, and he did. Cal didn’t have the right words to say to her to fix how she felt about this.
And if this night ended with him in a cold shower, he was fine with it.
But he wished he knew what to say to make it better, easier for her.
He could get a crowd to get up off their feet, get entire rooms to jump and sing with him, but in this, he was wholly unconfident.
“What can I do?” he asked her.
And he had to admit, even she seemed a little surprised when she said, “Take off your shirt.” If only for his cock to get even harder when she added, “Oppa, juseyo?”
Fuck. He hadn’t even known that he would be into that. But it also meant that he was finally able to take off his shirt, tossing it aside as Lia leaned back to rest her palms behind her.
“Just…unbutton your jeans and kiss me,” she said, tugging at the front of her shirt, held closed by a flimsy little linen tie. “Please.”
“Gladly.” Cal indulged her request with a deep kiss, smoothing his hand over the exposed flesh of her belly, smoothing his palm there until his hand was on her waist, and he used that as leverage to push her back higher into the bed.
He slid his knee between them and used that to open her legs as he crawled higher over her, kissing as much of her as he could.
Lia’s body started to shake, and he legitimately thought it was from pleasure until he looked up at her face and realized she was stifling a laugh.
“Lia!” He pouted, taking her glasses and placing them on the nightstand after her nod. “People don’t usually laugh at this part.”
“No, I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I know, and I’m so turned on it’s wild, but—you did this in a fic I once read,” she told him. “I was very confused. And very obsessed. It was very eye-opening to a Catholic schoolgirl.”
Cal laughed too, because what the fuck. “BoLTs know me so well.”
But soon enough, there was very little time to talk about his fictional proclivities, because Lia’s patience had run out shortly after, and a few more requests later, they were both fully naked, and he was inside her.
“Oh!” Lia gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth as Cal pushed inside her, his body shaking as he tried to go slow, to ease her into it.
How had Cal gone so long without this? The fullness of another person, their warmth, the intimacy?
He’d always enjoyed this part of being with someone.
“Cal. This is good. This is...you feel so good.”
“You too,” he murmured, kissing her collarbone, pushing deeper. Lia’s hold of him was tight, and he could feel her holding back her sounds even as she tugged at his hair. This was going to kill him, surely. But what a sweet death it would be.
“You’re going to make me come with this,” Lia told him. “But I need you to do it harder. Oppa, please. More.”
The tension in Lia only seemed to escalate when he finally filled her to the hilt, and broke when he started to move.
She thrust her hips against his, encouraging him with compliments in two languages.
Their bodies moved together in a way that was different, but it felt so good.
Enough that Cal was too close to coming too fast, and he slowed down, wanting this to be better for her.
For her to come first, so he knew he’d done well.
The bed underneath them hit the wall with every thrust, creating a steady beat. God, this thing seemed fragile, but the thought seemed to vanish from Cal’s head as Lia raised her hips higher, and he was good at this.
Lia released a groan between her gasps of breath, and Cal loved it more than any song he’d ever written.
It encompassed how he felt, too—and how wonderful it was that two people could find each other at this exact place and time.
He thrust harder into her, and the creaking of the bed turned into a banging.
He gripped the headboard for support, as Lia wrapped her thighs around him so he could fill her more, fill her deeper.
God, he had forgotten how good this felt.
“Faster. You want to make me come, Cal, I need it faster.”
So he went faster, his hand on the headboard the perfect anchor for him to piston his hips into her, his free hand raising Lia’s leg higher, his knees bracing on the bed.
When she came, she came with a shout, her body arching up off the mattress as she held on to Cal and said his name in between gasps.
Her chest was red, as was her entire face, and Cal’s stomach tightened as her muscles did too, her cunt squeezing his cock.
One last thrust, he thought, one more, and—
Both of them jerked as he heard a crack, and the bed tilted. Wait, or was it just him?
Cal’s back suddenly twinged, and he was coming without having realized he was already there.
It happened so quickly and took him by such surprise that his body buckled, and he rolled to his side, still inside her.
Lia was laughing again, and he knew more because of the feel of her body shuddering against his, because suddenly Cal couldn’t hear?
No, no, he was fine. Just a moment of sensory overload.
“Woah,” he said, his vision swirling for a second.
“The bedframe cracked.” Lia laughed, pushing up off Cal’s chest as she peered at where they heard the crack. He was still inside her, and her little motion made Cal jerk again, and her go back down, kissing his chest in apology. “That is something that happened.”
“That…is the last time I’m buying a bed pre-assembled,” Cal panted, easing his cock out of Lia’s body and throwing a hand over his eyes. The relief his back felt against the mattress could not be overstated. “Ahh fuck. Also the last time I skip the back stretch.”
“Are you okay?” Lia asked, sitting up. “Are you in pain? Where? I have Alaxan. Advil. Bioflu?”
“I’m fine.” Cal insisted, and it was his turn to laugh while his arm was thrown over his face. “I thought I was getting dizzy. Also my back hurts? Fuck.”
“Poor baby.”
“I can’t believe it. We broke the bed. Our first time.”
“I fear for your kitchen countertops.” Lia joked. "Also can we talk about your pandesal?”
“My what—? I don't have…?”
She made wild gestures with her hands. Vague shapes and exclamations from her hands, all words inadequate. And just in case it wasn't clear (because he still didn't get it), she poked him in the abs.
Ah. Pandesal.
“Oh! I get it now.” He nodded, looking down at his body. To be fair, he had just come from the gym, but that was most days anyway. He shuddered at her touch, as her fingers danced over the dips and ridges, where the soft parts of his body met the hard, the very hard. “Pandesal?!”
Lia laughed so hard that she actually snorted, which made a hilarious sound because her nose had been pressed against his shoulder, which sent them both in a ridiculous fit of laughter. God, they were never going to get anything done, were they? (Cal didn’t mind though?)
“I need to use the CR.” She announced after her giggles died down, kissing his cheek.
Cal felt his strength fully leave him as they separated.
He missed it already, being inside her, and the hunger that he’d satiated came back—if a little weaker this time.
Lia left the bed to go to the bathroom as Cal cleaned himself up with wet wipes (also in the second drawer) and followed Lia to the bathroom so he could properly dispose of the wipes and the condom.
They stood next to each other by the sink, nudging his hip against hers as they washed their hands, flicking each other’s faces with water.
“And we…both feel good about this, still, right?” Lia asked, uncharacteristically nervous as she chewed on her bottom lip, looking up at him in the harsh lights of the bathroom. She looked lovely. “Just winging this?”
“Yes.” Cal nodded, smiling. “I’m used to it.”
That answer didn’t seem to satisfy her, as she moved to the bed, sitting with a huff.
“But is it what you want, Cal? Maybe you want something more. Something better. I’m sorry that you didn’t get to show everyone how much you loved Bomseok, and that it’s easier with me because I’m a straight cis woman and—”
“I never needed everyone to know that I loved him. I just needed him to know it,” Cal reminded her, sliding one leg under the other as he sat next to her on the bed.
“And yes, it isn’t fair that it would be monumentally easier for me if you and I came out publicly.
But I don’t want more than this right now.
I don’t know what I want right now, which is the problem.
But I do know that I want you, very much. For as long as we have.”
“Thank you,” she said, and Cal was about to say something about her never having to thank him, but she shook her head. “I’m trying this thing where I share my thoughts more out loud. Sometimes it takes a while for me to even figure out what the emotion actually is.”
“I can wait.”
“I’m trying to work on it,” she continued. “These things take practice.”
“So practice with me.” Cal grinned, rubbing his thumb on the skin of her waist. He could get used to this. “What do you like?”
She seemed to give it a lot of serious thought, her lips slightly pouted as she racked her brain. Cute.
“I like that I can tell you what to do in bed. I really like compliments. I like it when you call me beautiful, and when you try to anticipate what I want. I like that leg thing.”
“The fanfic ordained leg thing.” Cal sighed, although it tickled him that it had amused her so much. His range of moves were limited.
“I like that you seem to listen to me. I…I like it a lot. And this, obviously. I like being here with you. Us having sex is very nice.”
“I like this too,” Cal told her, kissing her temple. “I like the way you make me feel. I like the way you devour your food. And the way you drink four cups of coffee a day.”
“Coffee in this country is weak as fu—” Lia was cut off when he heard the sound of the front door lock mechanically opening with a whir and a quick chime. Then the usually quiet Teddy entered the house, made very clear by the fact that he started to talk very loudly.
“I’M ALREADY HERE PLEASE DON’T BE NAKED.”
That made them both erupt in laughter, and for Teddy to yell a little more about how he could definitely hear them, and they also very definitely sounded naked! That he was putting on his earphones now to finish this mix that was kicking his ass, thank you!
“I should help him out.” Cal chuckled, getting up from the bed to hunt for his pants, his shirt.
“Yeah, cats start yelling when they’re tired,” Lia joked with a yawn. She peeked at the time on her phone, and her eyes grew wide. “Fuck, he’s still working? Wait, I’m going to kick his ass, then drag him to bed. What is he doing that can’t wait until tomorrow, I—”
“He got into a groove.” It happens all the time. “Don’t worry, I’ll get him to bed,” Cal assured her, throwing his shirt back on, frowning at the crack in the bedframe. “I will also order chicken. I don’t think he’s eaten.”
She sighed deeply. “I appreciate you taking care of him. But don’t get him anything spicy, he won’t be able to sleep.”
“Got it.” Cal shrugged because it was absolutely no big deal. “Come out in thirty minutes if you want some too.”
She gave him a thumbs up, but he highly doubted that she was going to be up for fried chicken at—wow, it really was two in the morning.
Cal gave her temple one last kiss as she settled into her sheets, then padded out to the living room, where Teddy was still working, his shoulders slumped over his laptop and some of his equipment.
His hair was sticking up in several different directions, and he looked like his back had never known a good stretch in two hundred years.
The grumble that filled the space definitely didn’t come from Cal.
“I don’t know about this part.” Teddy announced, playing a snippet of “Lightning Strikes,” the song they wanted to be the lead single. The same song they wanted to get absolutely perfect. “It sounds like we replaced Soobin with an 808 drum loop.”
“What does he think?” Cal asked, crossing his arms over his chest and fetching Teddy a glass of water. To start.
“The same thing I do. Fill in some of these open parts. Meaning—”
“Re-record? Sure.”
“Remind me again why we decided to do a live song?”
Yeah. Cal was going to have to order chicken at two in the morning.
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