Chapter Fifteen #2
“Will it… will it hurt if I touch your scars?”
I shake my head. They haven’t hurt in a while. “No.”
“Will it be uncomfortable if I do? Will it be triggering?”
I’m nothing but honest when I say, “I don’t know. No one has ever touched me there before, but I want to try.”
He smiles tenderly, his eyes spilling over with understanding. “Okay. But you’ll let me know if it doesn’t feel right, okay? If you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
He places a hand right above my pecs and gently pushes me back onto the bed. I relax against the cool sheets, focusing on my breath and how I feel. Caleb hovers above me, his eyes trailing across my chest. “I’m gonna touch you now, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You’re good?”
I chuckle. “Yes. Yes, I’m good. Get on with it already.”
Caleb laughs. “So eager.” I shiver when he moves his hand down between my pecs.
Goosebumps spread across my skin, and my nipples rise to attention.
Caleb’s fingers whisper against my skin, drawing the outline of one pec, then the other, until the circle becomes smaller and smaller, reaching my nipple.
He pats his thumb across the pointed nub, then pinches it teasingly.
I hiss, my chest shooting up, as the pleasure-pain surges through me.
My dick swells behind my packer, and I thrust my hips upward until I feel the outline of Caleb’s cock against my thigh.
His fingers move to my other nipple, alternating soft strokes with pinches that zing through my chest like a scorching wildfire.
“Look at you.” His voice vibrates with want. “So fucking responsive.” He mentioned that earlier, too, how responsive I am, but I think I’m just touch-starved. A spell of sadness courses through me. It’s true. My body is starved of touch.
His fingers coast carefully along my scars. I close my eyes. I’m so sensitive there, but Caleb’s touch doesn’t threaten to spin me out of control. Instead, it feels amazing and freeing, almost, to finally allow someone else to see my scars and to touch them.
“Look at me,” Caleb whispers, his hot breath hitting my chest. I blink my eyes open, and he smiles at me carefully. “Did it hurt? The surgery.”
I nod. “Yes. All worth it, though.” There’s a lump in my throat, and when I swallow, tears spill from my eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s said that today or tonight. “So very, very brave and beautiful, Kayden. I’m…” he shakes his head, dark bangs tumbling into his eyes. “I’m so in awe of you, of your courage, your strength. My strong K.”
“I’m not strong,” I whisper, overcome with emotion.
“Of course you are.”
And maybe he’s right. I never thought of it that way before.
To me, it was never a choice. I knew I’d die if I didn’t become on the outside who I always was on the inside.
Maybe not physically die, but my soul would perish, my spirit would slowly cease to exist one day at a time. I wouldn’t be Kayden, not truly.
Caleb studies my face, then licks his lips. “Can I kiss you? There? On your scars?”
“Yes.”
He leans down, his lips hovering over my chest for a moment before he presses a featherlight kiss against my scar.
He hums against my chest, and it feels like I’m flying, like I’ve grown a pair of wings and I’m flying high above the ground, looking down at myself and Caleb worshiping my body.
Because there’s no other word for what he’s doing.
He kisses me again and again, then licks along the entire length of my scar.
It’s like an out-of-body experience. My chest buzzes with need, excitement, trepidation, and happiness all at once.
My hands fly to the back of Caleb’s head, and I push him against me, holding him tight against my soaring chest. He lies down on top of me, all the way down, his hands trailing down my sides until they reach the waistline of my shorts.
I grind my crotch against him, a needy “please” bursting from my lips.
Caleb unzips my shorts, then pulls them down in one go, along with my briefs, careful not to drop my packer.
More tears slide down my temples as he continues to press kisses all over my chest, his fingers teasing my hard dick.
“Baby,” he hums. “Baby, you’re so ready for me.”
I am. I think I’ve been ready my entire life. Not just for him, but for someone to see me and want me, to make love to me.
“Can I try something?” he asks, looking up at me. He frowns when he notices my tears. “Are you okay? You want me to stop?”
“No. I’m okay. It’s just a little overwhelming. But in a good way. And I don’t want you to stop.”
He nods, his lips puffy and glistening from making love to my chest.
“I mean it,” I say, my voice firm. “I’m good.”
“Okay.” The worry fades away, replaced by a wicked smile. “So… you know frotting, right?”
I nod, my dick pulsing with need. “Yes.”
“You wanna… try it?”
“Yes.” I think I’d say yes to just about anything right now, just as long as it involves some part of Caleb touching any part of me. I think the moment his dick touches mine, I’ll explode into a million tiny pieces, but I don’t care. I just want to try everything with him, feel everything.
Caleb quickly discards his own pants somewhere on the floor behind him, then reaches for the top drawer in the nightstand and pulls out a small bottle of lube.
I watch him as he opens the bottle and pours some into his palm, his hard length jutting out in front of him.
He’s long and thick, the cockhead all swollen and red, liquid glistening at the slit.
My chest squeezes at the size of him. Envy moves through me, but I push it away.
All dicks are different. Some are big, some are small, but mine has made Caleb hard.
Really fucking hard. He wraps his hand around his cock and gives it a few pumps, cursing between his teeth as he slathers it in lube from tip to base.
I drink him in, his magnificent body, how his abs ripple when he strokes himself, and how heavy and tight his balls look.
I’m so fucking attracted to him, I want to scream.
It’s like my body can’t contain how much I want him.
I think I even whimper, because Caleb raises an eyebrow at me knowingly. “Ready for some top-tier frotting?”
I snort. “You’re ridiculous.”
He just shrugs, and I love how he can make light of things and make me feel less in my head. He lies down on top of me, bracing himself with one elbow, while his other hand is wrapped around the base of his cock. “Let me know if anything feels off, okay?”
“I will. I promise.”
“Good boy.”
Holy shit! Where did that come from? My hole clenches as the two words echo through my head. Good boy. Good boy. Caleb gapes at me. I think the words took him by surprise, too. “I mea—”
“I like it!” I rush out, slightly mortified by my neediness, but also past the point where I give a serious fuck. “I really like it.”
“Yeah?” He stares down at me curiously. “I’m not really sure how I feel about it,” he laughs, “but there you have it.”
I grin because it’s just such a Caleb thing to say. He kisses me tenderly, his tongue sliding inside my mouth, and then I feel it, the soft pressure of his cockhead as it rubs against mine.
“Ahhh,” I moan around Caleb’s tongue, and it spurs him on because, with a growl, he starts moving against me, the pace slow and steady at first, before he increases the pressure. Stars explode behind my eyes, and my hands drop to Caleb’s ass as I pull him closer against me.
“Fuck, K,” he groans against my mouth, his body tense with want. “You feel so good. So good.”
“So do you.” It’s like I can’t get him close enough, and I think he feels the same.
Soon, he’s thrusting his hips forward at a furious pace, slickness building between us the more our dicks glide against each other.
For once, I’m not in my head, just allowing my body to take over.
I’m so consumed with pleasure that there isn’t room for anything else.
We’re just two guys, frotting the hell out of each other, and nothing else matters.
“I’m close, baby,” Caleb grits against my neck. “Please tell me you’re fucking close, too.”
“I am,” I gasp, my hips shooting up to meet every one of Caleb’s thrusts. “I want you to come on me. Come on my dick.”
A keening sound leaves Caleb’s throat, and his thrusts become irregular.
Seconds later, he shakes above me, his cock pulsing against mine as he shoots his release all over my dick.
His orgasm triggers mine, and soon the room is spinning as I come with a shout, convulsing underneath Caleb’s solid body.
White-hot pleasure surges through me. My release is bordering on painful, like it’s being ripped from not just my body but my soul, too.
Caleb collapses on top of me with a low grunt. We tremble against each other, kissing lazily, both reluctant to break away from each other. He feels so good against me, so warm and strong. We just came together for the second time tonight. It feels surreal.
With a contented sigh, Caleb rolls us around so I’m now on top of him.
We’re a mess, sticky with cum and lube. Caleb looks up at me with hooded eyes, his hair all messy.
I laugh down at him, brushing my fingers through his bangs, twirling a few strands around my fingers.
I’m so happy, like really, truly happy, and it’s all because of him.
“You’re fucking stunning when you come,” he says, turning his head, kissing my hand.
“Stop.”
“You are. You have no idea, do you? How irresistible you are.”
“I don’t know.” My hand slides to his chest, and I comb my fingers through his soft hair. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply.
“You killed me. Like, almost literally fucking killed me.”
I lick along his chest, tasting him, then bury my face in his hair, sniffing him. He smells so good, all sweaty and masculine. He hums every now and then when I twist his chest hair between my fingers.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” I say.
“I’m not.”
I pinch his nipple. “Liar.”
He hisses, then smacks my ass lightly. “Ouch, you little devil. But I guess that’s what I get for dating someone half my age.”
Dating. The word stuns the shit out of me.
“We’re not dating,” I mumble. “One date. We’ve been on one date.”
“This?” he laughs, gesturing between us. “Baby, this counts for more than one date.”
I shake my head. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re in denial.” He kneads my ass possessively.
I try to hide the smile that’s splitting my face in half. I can’t have this conversation with him right now because I’ll just open up my heart to him. I tug at his chest hair. “Oh, wow, is that a gray hair? Oh, wait, there are more? An entire colony.”
“Ha, ha, very funny. I see you didn’t just get a dick, but also a sense of humor.”
“I did. I got this amazing buy one, get one free deal. They’re both fantastic. Any complaints?”
“Zero. I fucking love both.”
Love.
Caleb pauses, and I recognize his thinking face. “So was it… did it feel okay?”
My chest overflows with fondness and gratitude for how important it is to him that I feel good. “It was perfect,” I whisper as I lift my head and kiss him.
“Yeah? It felt good?”
“Were you in doubt?”
“No. I mean, you were different from other guys I’ve been with.”
My chest tightens. “Because I didn’t come all over you?”
“No, that’s not it. Besides, you did come all over me. I felt you when you came. It was everything. No, I mean, you are different from anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Because I’m trans?”
“Yes, but not just that.” He smiles, his gray eyes shimmering. “It was like you got completely lost in yourself, in the act.”
“Oh.” I pull away from him slightly, but he reins me back in. “I’ll try to be more present next time.”
“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry that I’m not explaining myself well. What I mean is, I loved it. It made me want to get lost, too, right there with you. I… I don’t usually do that,” he admits.
“You don’t?”
He cards his fingers through my hair. “No, I don’t. You’re special, K. Please don’t doubt for a second that I think you’re amazing.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll try.” I kiss him again, the tension leaving my body. “But I really have to pee now.”
He groans. “Ugh. Okay, you’re getting a hall pass, but I’m gonna fucking ogle your ass all the way to the bathroom, just so you know.”
I waggle my eyebrows. “Be my guest.”
I disentangle myself from Caleb’s hold and wince at the dried cum on my dick and thighs.
He laughs at that, then looks down at himself and scrunches his nose.
I jump out of bed and head for the ensuite, wiggling my ass on the way.
Caleb’s laughter booms through the bedroom until he stops, mid-laughter, like someone pushed a button.
“Fuck, it’s you!” he blurts, like he’s had some kind of epiphany. I turn around, still smiling.
“It’s who?”
Caleb’s mouth hangs open, disbelief pooling in his eyes. “You’re him. You’re that guy; dicKmedown.”