Chapter 14 #4
“Oh no, you don’t.” Levi gripped his wrist and stopped his movement. “However nice that feels, that isn’t where I’m going to come. Not tonight.”
“Where, then?” Caleb asked. “Inside me?”
Kneeling on the bed, Levi bent and delivered another of those mind-bending kisses that took Caleb’s breath away in the most delicious fashion.
He found himself lifting up, wanting friction and touch, and he whimpered into Levi’s mouth when his lover pushed his hips back down onto the bed and held them there.
“Slowly, lover. Don’t get ahead of me now.”
Infuriatingly, Levi took the time to unbuckle Caleb’s skirt and toss it into the corner where his own pants had gone moments before, leaving him naked from the waist down, Caleb acutely aware that he’d never actually been this close to naked when they’d made love…ever.
“You want to keep the jacket?” Levi asked between kisses to Caleb’s chest.
Caleb swallowed his pride and nodded. “Yes. Please. Can I keep that?”
“This time.” Levi skimmed his hands down his body to his leg and lifted it, spreading him wide as he nestled his hips to Caleb’s.
The slick length of his cock pressed to the hollow of Caleb’s hip, and Levi’s hipbones dug into him. He shifted, and that wet, hard length dropped down and nudged at Caleb’s balls.
“You ready for this?”
“No,” Caleb confessed, but he shifted again anyway and looked into Levi’s eyes. “Never done this…” He felt slightly drunk on the whole adventure. Terrified and fascinated and thrilled at the prospect this was something only Levi would ever have of him.
“I know. Don’t worry.” Levi closed a kiss over his mouth and shifted to guide himself to Caleb’s opening.
A white-hot ripping sensation blotted Caleb out of existence for seconds on end, into eternity. His lips went slack under Levi’s kiss then he tore his mouth free, a cry scrabbling up and out, ringing off the ceiling, growing, then crashing over them and straggling off into ragged, gasping whimpers.
“Shh, shh, shh.” Levi stroked his hair and smothered his neck in kisses, licking at the sweat pouring off Caleb.
The rest of his body was perfectly still.
“Cally, breathe, baby.” Levi’s kisses turned more aggressive until he was nipping and biting his way down Caleb’s throat and across his collarbone, calling Caleb back from the brink with the tiny, sharp daggers of pain. “Caleb, come on, come back.”
“Fuck,” Caleb swore. “A little, you said.”
Levi shifted and his cock twitched inside Caleb, which made him groan, but not from pain. From the strangeness—the anticipation of knowing there was more, just around the next bend, and he hadn’t seen anything yet.
“Does it hurt now?” Levi asked, shifting again, this time letting his cock slide ever so slightly deeper.
“Not…no. Maybe a bit.” He gritted his teeth around the fib and tried not to think of the sting and throb.
“Touch yourself,” Levi instructed, taking Caleb’s hand and closing it around his limp cock.
There was something more erotic than he could explain about having Levi guide him like he’d never masturbated before or brought himself to hardness with his own hand. Blood rushed hot and hurried through him—into his dick, up to his cheeks, flipping his heart over and heating every inch of him.
Levi rocked against him. Tiny movements, each one driving him incrementally deeper.
Caleb gasped and sputtered with the sensation, unable to keep his hand moving in any kind of rhythm, but it didn’t matter anymore.
Having Levi inside him, over him, pressing his bent back into the mattress and possessing him, was enough.
If anything at all about him was girly, in that moment, Caleb knew it was this—this wild, frantic need suddenly bubbling up in him and surging out so he could only rock with Levi, grip the blankets and stare squarely into his lover’s eyes.
There was a dimension to having another man inside him, to being the one taken over, that he’d never anticipated from the other end of the stick.
The skirt might have felt comfortable and right when he’d finally allowed himself to put it on for real.
This was more. This was complete. This was everything he hadn’t known he’d been missing, wanting, craving.
“Okay?” Levi asked.
In answer, Caleb reached and dug fingers into Levi’s thighs, drawing him closer.
“Don’t stop,” he panted. “Just…don’t ever stop.
” He rocked harder, meeting Levi’s increasing thrusts with movement of his own, wanting this sensation as deep as he could get it, where it would become a part of him that he’d never lose.
“Need to…” Levi adjusted his weight, shifting his position until Caleb felt the weight of him pressing his whole body into the bed and had Levi’s arms wrapped as tightly around him as his body was around Levi.
Their rocking was a hard, animal movement without much rhythm or delicacy, and not even a lot of friction, but Caleb relished the tight hold, the safety of being completely engulfed in Levi.
He had enough pressure on his own cock that he knew he wasn’t going to hold out long.
Despite wanting this moment, the one and only time it could be his first time, to last, he knew it wouldn’t, and he didn’t have much warning for his lover when his balls drew tight and that tingle started in the pit of his gut.
Hot cum spurted between them, slicking their stomachs, and Caleb’s body tightened and curled into Levi, his breath coming hard and short.
Levi’s fingers dug like steel into the muscles of his back and he knew when the other man let go of the careful, fierce control he’d exercised over the entire event.
He could feel the throb of his cock against the tight stretch of his hole and recognised the sounds of orgasm his Levi uttered as he came.
For long moments, there was no other sound in the room.
Just the heavy breathing of two men trying to hold onto an impossible, fleeting thing.
Caleb knew as soon as one of them spoke or moved, a little bit of that first-time magic would dissipate.
He knew wanting to hold onto it was that same side of him that wanted the lace and the skirts and acceptance.
That part of him that made him different, mismatched to what he was on the outside.
“Don’t want to let go,” Levi whispered, lips moving against the crook of Caleb’s neck as he spoke. “Never want to let go.”
Caleb tightened his embrace and said nothing.
He concentrated on how Levi’s heart thumped hard enough he could feel it against his own chest—like that, too, had made its way inside him.
The weight and warmth of his lover crushing him into the mattress was welcome, but at some point, he’d have to move or his hip would seize up and his back would complain.
The trickle of cooling dampness oozing between his cheeks finally convinced him he should do something, and he turned his head to kiss Levi on the closest available surface—his ear.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
Levi shifted, rolled to one side and helped ease Caleb to a more comfortable position. “I kept expecting you to stop me,” he confessed.
Caleb shook his head, tracing his fingers along Levi’s jaw, trailing them over his lips and face. “No.” He smiled. “Might even let you do it again, but don’t think this is always how it’s going to be.”
Some days, he wasn’t going to be able to let even Levi see this much. Not right away.
“So this was just to get me back, was it?” Levi hiked up onto one elbow and grinned down at him. “Just to lure me back?”
Hooking Levi with one leg, Caleb smiled and shook his head.
“No. Well…yes. But no. Those elevator doors opened, and you didn’t see the skirt.
You saw me. That’s when I knew what I had.
I was so careful to make every detail right, show you everything I want, everything I am, and you looked right past it all like it was nothing. ”
“It’s not nothing.”
“I know.” Caleb pecked his lips and ran a finger over them.
“I know. I didn’t mean it in a bad way. It’s just, that isn’t what you see when you look at me.
Or, you’ve always seen what it is that makes me that way, and just…
” He shrugged. “All my life, it’s been this thing shadowing me, hanging around, that elephant in the room?—”
“In a pink tutu.” Levi grinned.
“Shut up.” Caleb slapped him, but he couldn’t help the wide smile and the joy that Levi could make the joke in the first place. “Pink is so not my colour. But all this time, I’ve been waiting for you to remark on it, to do something about it, and all along, you were waiting for me to realise…”
“Realise what?”
“All you were ever going to do about it was love me.” He shifted to face Levi better.
“People see this about me, and they wonder what it is inside me that makes me this way. They judge, and even if they come down on the side of accepting that I’m different and deciding it’s okay, they start from a place of making a judgment.
You never did. You just…didn’t see me as different in the first place, maybe?
I didn’t know how to deal with that. I thought you just couldn’t possibly know, or realise how deep it went.
That when you did realise, you’d bolt. Or kick me to the curb. ”
He sighed and laid his head down on Levi’s arm under him. “I judged you instead, before you could do it to me, and I got it so wrong. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, trust me, Cally, I saw the skirt. And my greedy little mind went straight to imagining the black lace. I’ve wanted so bad, for so long, to get you to see yourself how I see you. And then to watch Mitchell peel away the layers and get you to see it… I couldn’t handle it.”
Caleb couldn’t stand the look of pain on Levi’s face. He pulled him down, intent on kissing away the hurt, showing him that whatever Mitchell had got that Levi might have wanted, there was so much more that only Levi would ever have.
“We both screwed up,” Levi said when they parted.
“Yeah.” Caleb cupped his cheek. “I bet we both will again, but we can get past screwing up. We did this time.”
“Yeah. I guess we did, huh?”
“Yes. And to prove we’ll keep doing it, I am a sticky mess, inside and out, and you have no shower.”
“We can go down the hall.”
“Yes, because I want everyone in your dorm to see me in my skirt, freshly fucked and dripping.”
“It’s the middle of the night. If we hurry, we can shower and fuck again before anyone gets back from last call, and be back in bed with no one the wiser.”
“I do so love having you against the wall,” Caleb mused.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Levi grinned and rolled over, hauling Caleb after him until Caleb was the one sprawled on top.
“I did warn you. I fully intend to keep reaming your ass, every chance I get.” He bent and kissed Levi with all the conviction of a man who knew exactly his due. “Which isn’t to say,” he said as they pulled apart, “that you can’t have me too sometimes. Just that?—”
“I know, I know. Leather and lace.”
“Mostly leather,” Caleb said, settling his weight on Levi and stroking his fingers through unruly blond strands of hair splayed across Levi’s face. “But for you, lots of both.”
“That’s okay. I look forward to those boots and buckles next time you take me. Not that anyone but you needs to know that.”
“It’ll be our little secret.” Caleb lowered his head until their lips connected one more time and he revelled in the heat of a kiss that felt like forgiveness.
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