Chapter Seventeen
Kayden
Dawn has barely broken when I wake, the empty spot next to me still warm, the outline of Caleb’s body still visible on the sheets.
A cool breeze blows through the slightly ajar window, whispering along my naked arms. The world is quiet except for faint birdsong and distant music coming from somewhere in Caleb’s house.
Caleb’s house. Caleb’s bed. Caleb’s arms. I slept in Caleb’s arms, enveloped by his large, solid body, his heart beating softly beneath my cheek.
It feels unreal, and still, it feels more real than any connection I’ve ever had with another person before.
I stretch on the bed, the tips of my fingers touching the wooden headboard, as I wiggle my toes.
I’m completely naked. I have no idea where my clothes are.
Parts of yesterday are such a blur while others stand as clear as if it was happening right now.
Caleb seeing my tattoo. The instant feeling of being in free fall, then Caleb catching me, making me feel safe again.
Telling him about my tattoo. Caleb making love to my body, my scars, my dick.
I shiver at the recollection of the sounds he made when he came on top of me, and then I blush as I remember how I shattered beneath him.
I get up and search the floor for my clothes only to find them in a neat pile on a chair, my packer placed carefully on top of my boxer briefs.
Tears fill my eyes at the gentle gesture, and if my heart wasn’t already full of him, it is now.
I love him. I love Caleb. I’ve always loved him, but this kind of love is different from the infatuation and hero worship of a child, and the physical pull I’ve felt toward him since returning home.
This is a feeling that inhabits every cell of my body and goes beyond anything I ever imagined.
It’s a feeling that is irrevocably tied to the feeling of safety I experience whenever Caleb is close, and that multiplies whenever I’m in his arms and he calls me sweetheart or baby.
It’s terrifying and wonderful all at once.
I pull on my briefs and tuck my packer into them. I cup the front and close my eyes. I’m a man, and last night I made love to another man. Because I think that’s what we did, when Caleb’s body moved against mine, such careful intent in his every movement, our bodies so in sync.
Opening my eyes, my gaze lands on one of Caleb’s hoodies, draped across the back of the chair.
I coast my fingers along the soft, gray material.
Wrapping my fingers around the hood, I pull it toward me and bury my face against the front.
Caleb’s scent engulfs me, the smell of the ocean and the wind.
The way the air tingles when the coastline is covered in a layer of thin mist. It’s the way home smells, all the small nuances as they come together as a whole.
I pull the hoodie over my head, my body drowning as it cuts to just above my knees. My hands are buried inside the sleeves, and I’m cocooned in warmth and softness.
In the ensuite, I search the cabinet above the sink and find a spare toothbrush, still in its packaging.
I brush my teeth and splash my face with water, then study myself in the mirror.
Do I look different? Will people be able to tell I’ve had sex?
I swallow. Oh, shit, I’m having lunch at my parents’ house later.
Will they be able to tell? I turn my face from side to side, scrutinizing my features.
I don’t think I look any different, although I feel it.
I shake my head, making a face at myself in the mirror.
Stop it, Kayden! No one can tell you came on Caleb’s tongue and then on his cock yesterday. I hope.
When I enter the kitchen, Caleb is in front of the stove, flipping bacon in a frying pan, a tight white tank top glued to his torso, gray sweats hanging low on his hips.
Melancholic instrumental music flows from his Sonos speakers, music I haven’t heard before, but which reminds me of the ocean on a stormy day.
I remain in the doorway, studying him as he moves to the counter, opening the carton of eggs, cracking one after another into a bowl.
I smile at his hectic movements as he reaches to turn down the stove, then whisks the eggs with his other hand.
“I thought you didn’t cook,” I say, and he jumps, nearly knocking the bowl over.
“Holy shit!” he laughs, then turns around, a wide smile taking over his face.
His hair is tousled, bangs falling into his face, and a light scruff coats his cheeks and chin.
His eyes fill with warmth, then seem to widen in surprise as they grow darker.
“Fuuuck, baby, are you trying to kill me?” His hot gaze moves up and down my body, and I squirm, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
A devilish smile played along his lips. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” He leaves the bowl on the counter, then reaches behind him to turn off the stove before prowling toward me, his eyes pinning me to the spot where I’m standing barefoot on the hardwood floor.
“Oh.” Want washes over me like a massive wave.
“Jesus, you are, aren’t you? You’re trying to fucking kill me, K.
” He smiles in that crooked way that leaves me breathless and buzzing with need, and I’m pretty sure he’s the one trying to kill me.
His heated stare coasts up and down my body, from my naked feet to my bare legs. I gulp under his obvious hunger.
“What do you mean?” I whisper, my heart pounding in my throat.
He stops right in front of me, then loops his fingers around the neckline of his hoodie and reins me in.
His breath fans across my face, and my eyes flutter closed as remnants from last night wash over me.
Caleb above me, against me, all around me.
A moan involuntarily spills from my lips, and Caleb groans, licking his lips.
“Shit, baby, you look fiiine in my clothes,” he hums against my lips, and I fall.
Again and again, and then again. Swaying against him, his hands resting on my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into my throat.
I open my eyes, and I’m met by two pools of charcoal.
“I could bend you over the kitchen counter right now, couldn’t I?
” His hand moves up my neck, across my jaw, then he pries my mouth open with his thumb and pushes it inside.
I latch onto it like an animal, sucking on it, moaning around him.
He laughs low in his throat. “Fuck, look at you. So needy for it.” I hum something unintelligible, my mouth filling with saliva as I suck, suck, and suck.
He tastes of bacon, the saltiness exploding on my tongue.
“I could fuck you right now, and you’d let me, wouldn’t you? That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I nod furiously, saliva spilling from my mouth, trailing down my chin.
Caleb keeps his thumb in my mouth, sliding it along my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat until I gag around it.
I open wider, moaning shamelessly around him, my hips shooting forward, seeking him and his hardness.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, K. You’re a beautiful, needy little boy, aren’t you?
” I try to say yes, yes, a million times yes, but all that comes out is this garbled sound, followed by the neediest noise ever.
Caleb’s other hand snakes up under the hoodie, then comes to rest against the front of my briefs, rubbing against my packer.
Sparks awaken in my crotch, my already hard dick pulsing with need.
“dicKmedown,” he breathes against my lips, stealing all air out of my lungs.
“DicK. Me. Down. That’s what you want, isn’t it, K?
” The K comes out like a hard, hot bullet against my chin, and I shake against him.
“Isn’t it?” He pulls his thumb from my mouth, a string of spit suspended between us.
I leap into his arms, wrapping my thighs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back. “Yes! Fuck yes!” I whimper against his neck. “That’s what I want.”
Caleb chuckles against my ear, his fingers moving gently through my hair. “Soon,” he promises, squeezing my ass with his other hand. “Soon I’ll take your ass, K. I promise.”
I whine against him, humping his stomach, and he laughs again, then smacks my ass cheek, pulling a string of expletives from my body.
“I can’t fucking wait.” His voice is strained, like he’s barely hanging on, and I want to scream, do it now!
I’m ready. Bend me every which way you want and fuck me over the counter! Mold me around your cock.
“Please,” I whimper against his neck.
Caleb’s chest ripples with laughter. “So eager for it.” He smacks my ass again, then carries me to the kitchen counter and places me down on it.
My cheeks are ablaze, and I’m rock fucking hard.
Caleb smirks, then pats my thigh as he leans in and kisses me sloppily.
“You know that’s my weak spot, right?” he growls, digging his fingers into my thigh.
“What?” I pant, still dazed by Caleb’s promise of fucking me soon.
“You wearing my damn clothes.” He licks my chin, my skin burning where he leaves a trail of spit.
“I’ve never worn your clothes before.”
He chuckles against my lips. “Exactly. Kink unlocked.”
“Oh.”
He laughs again, then kisses me hard, his tongue pushing its way inside my mouth, owning it. Before I can kiss him back or latch onto him again, he breaks away, his eyes swimming with lust. “You drive me insane, you know that, right?”
“Do I?”