Chapter Fifteen
Kayden
We make out like both our lives depend on it.
I lose track of time, Caleb the only thing existing in my world.
I’m consumed by him and how he makes me feel.
Somehow, he’s managed to pull me out of my head, and the lightness that inhabits my body is addicting.
I want to feel like this all the time. I made him come.
He made me come. I never imagined it could be like this between two people.
Perhaps it’s the familiarity and the trust between us, or perhaps it’s just us, the way we seem to fit, not just in this most intimate way, but in all ways.
Everything is just so effortless and natural with him.
The way he sees me and treats me with such genuine care.
The way he shows parts of himself that I don’t think he shows anyone else.
When my stomach growls, Caleb laughs, then sprints out of the room and comes back with a packet of wet wipes.
He cleans me up, wiping dried cum from my stomach, a focused frown between his brows.
I can hardly contain the almost giddy happiness in my chest at Caleb wiping his cum off my stomach.
When he’s done, he hands me my packer and we quickly dress, then scarf down the cold omelets.
He praises my cooking excessively, and I laugh it off, telling him it’s just because he just came.
That makes him blush adorably, and I have to kiss him again.
And again. Soon, I’m back in his lap, grinding my packer against his hard cock, feeling desire pull at me again.
Fuck, when he sucked my dick earlier… He was so into it, like he was in love with my dick, just like he said he was.
It was everything. I think I blacked out for a few seconds when I came.
Then Caleb stroked himself, blowing his load all over my stomach.
That had been a fantasy of mine for a while now, having another guy’s cum on my body, marking me with the proof of his desire for me.
It was a dream come true. Caleb is a dream come true, and although I know he’s not a relationship kind of guy, I can’t help wanting it, wanting it with him.
I know this is dangerous territory, but I don’t know how to hold back now that I’ve finally allowed myself to let go.
Being with another man in the most intimate way is everything I hoped it would be, and I find myself craving more, like a starved man.
“Fuck, baby,” Caleb hisses against my ear, then sucks on my earlobe.
He tugs at it with his teeth, and goosebumps spread down my neck and across my shoulders.
“Mmmhhh,” he hums, the sound echoing through my body until it finds a home in my chest. “I want you again,” he drawls, and my dick pushes against my packer with a loud, resounding yes!
“I want you too, but it’s late. I should go.” It’s the last thing I want. The truth is, I want to stay wrapped around Caleb as we come against each other again and again, but it’s too soon for that. This is our first date, and still…
“Stay,” he rasps against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Don’t go yet.”
“Caleb…” I squirm against his solid body, and his tongue laves along the stretch of skin he just nibbled on.
“Stay, please.” There’s an edge to his voice, not exactly pleading, but still raw and honest, like he really wants me to. My resolve slowly but surely slips away, because why should I deny myself this?
“Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.” I tip my head back to make more room for him. I can’t get him close enough.
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeeesss,” he hisses. “The things I’m gonna fucking do to you, baby.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Everything. I’m gonna blow your fucking mind, K.”
I snort out a laugh because he’s so ridiculously dorky when he’s trying to be all sexy. You already have, I want to say. Everything about you blows my mind. But it’s too soon. I don’t want him to freak out.
He tangles his fingers through mine, then stands, tugging me with him from the couch. “Come on.”
“What about the plates?”
“Leave them. We’ll get them in the morning.”
I swallow down my nerves as they bubble to the surface. In the morning. Because I’m staying. I’m spending the night with Caleb at his place. I stumble over my own feet as he leads me to his bedroom.
“Don’t freak out,” he smiles at me over his shoulder. “There’s no reason to. You’re good.”
I’m good. I’m safe. Caleb won’t ask anything of me that I’m not willing to give him. He won’t laugh or look at me funny. I’m good.
Caleb’s bedroom is another huge surprise, and my mouth drops open as I take in his bed.
It’s littered with embroidered pillows with all sorts of generic quotes like home sweet home, seize the day, home is where the heart is and at the end of the bed, there’s a quilted blanket with a huge rainbow on it.
I can’t help laughing. The sound just bubbles from my chest, because this is so far from what I expected.
“What?” I can tell by the small wrinkles forming around his eyes that he’s about to crack up, too.
I snort. “So this is your looove den where you woo all your dates?”
“Fuck you!” he laughs, then buries his face in his hands, groaning.
I whistle with admiration. “You have an actual rainbow blanket?”
“I do. Don’t you? I thought it was part of the standard membership package of the queer club.”
I shake my head, laughing even harder. “It’s not.”
“Mom made it for me after I came out as bi.” He pauses. “She, uhm… she knitted her and Dad matching rainbow sweaters too.” He blushes like someone put a match to his cheeks.
“No fucking way!”
“Yes way. Proud queer mom all the way. Yay!” He pumps his fist. “Go, Mom.”
“Go Mom, indeed,” I agree, then walk toward him, linking my arms around his neck. “I love that for you. I love that for any queer kid.”
“Like you.” He presses his lips against mine.
“Yes, like me too.”
His arms snake around my back, his hands sliding down to my ass, squeezing it roughly, just the way I like it.
“Fuuuck, I love this ass. It’s so meaty and bouncy and just…”
“What?” I pant, and now I’m the one with flaming cheeks.
“Just every goddamn dream come true.”
Caleb thinks my ass is a dream come true, when really, he’s like all my dreams wrapped into one gorgeously sexy package.
“It’s from all the gym time.” It’s true. I spend a lot of time at the gym, which reminds me that I need to find a local place.
“Well, whatever it is, it looks like you could bounce a fucking quarter off it.”
“Yours isn’t that bad either, old man.” I wink, and he pinches my butt, making me squeal.
“Brutal,” he murmurs against my lips. “You owe me a kiss now.”
“Just one?”
“As a start.” His tongue sweeps along my bottom lip, and I open for him, welcoming him back inside my mouth.
He hums around my tongue, sucking on it like it’s his favorite treat.
His large hands knead my ass, and again, that overwhelming feeling of belonging and safety overwhelms me.
This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a guy.
I just never thought it could be Caleb. For now, a small voice whispers in my head.
For now, not for good. Caleb doesn’t do long-term; I have to remind myself of that, but I’m going to take what I can get.
He walks me back toward his bed, and when my legs hit it, he pushes me back carefully, his heated gaze coasting up and down my body.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice is filled with appraisal, and my chest expands with happiness. “So damn beautiful.” He rubs his hand along the front of his jeans, the button still open from earlier. “You make me so fucking hard, baby.”
I reach for him, but he shakes his head. “Not yet. I want to see you.” His voice is strained, his eyes impossibly dark, but everything about it just makes my own desire grow and grow. “Can I see you, K? All of you?”
I swallow, my heart racing in my chest. No one has ever seen me naked before. My scars. My body. Everything. Still, I find myself nodding, because I trust him. I trust him with everything that I am.
Caleb stays where he is, at the end of the bed, his eyes not leaving my body for one second.
Sitting up, I start unbuttoning my shirt.
Each button feels like another monumental step on the way to becoming what I was always meant to be: a man desired by another man.
Caleb continues to rub his palm against the front of his pants, the outline of his hard length straining against the denim.
He breathes heavily, his eyes locked onto my chest, which I’m slowly revealing to him, one button at a time.
I hesitate for a second, then wrap my fingers around my open shirt and slide it off my shoulders and down my arms. Caleb groans, his gaze lowering to my chest. I know the second he sees my scars because his eyes grow all soft, pooling with emotion.
My scars are still pink and slightly raised from my skin, stretched across my middle like a line.
Like a before and after, bearing witness to my transition.
Caleb moves toward me, his eyes pinned to my chest. He rests his knee on the bed, then leans over me.
He straddles my lap, one thigh on each side of mine.
His breath hits my chin, and heat emanates from his body, his male scent engulfing me.
Reaching for the neck of his T-shirt, he pulls it over his head in one movement, revealing inches upon inches of mouthwateringly golden skin.
His pecs are solid, a generous layer of dark hair splattered across them, his pink, pointed nipples peeking through.
His bulky chest heaves with anticipation, and briefly, a spell of dysphoria hits me as I take in Caleb’s masculine, unscarred chest. My gaze flickers, and I’m falling until Caleb’s deep voice wraps around me, pulling me back, “Stay with me, K. You’re good. Eyes on me.”
I breathed through my nose, focusing on Caleb’s kind eyes.
“You’re beautiful. Truly. Can I…” He nods at my chest. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”