Chapter 5 #2
“Fuck, just like that,” Caleb groaned. “That’s incredible.”
“Do you have lube?”
“Yeah.”
Caleb stood and grabbed it from the nightstand. When he handed it to him, Jamie sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on Caleb’s hip. “Stay right here, yeah?”
Caleb stood a few inches away from Jamie, his cock hovering straight out, a few inches from Jamie’s face. When Jamie’s hand was slick with lube, he reached forward and started slowly pulling Caleb off again.
“Jamie, shit. That’s so hot.”
Jamie smiled as he looked up at Caleb through long, dark lashes. He looked fascinated by Caleb’s stomach and legs as they flexed and tensed.
“F-fuck, Jamie—holy shit—that’s so good.”
Jamie’s free hand reached around and squeezed Caleb’s ass. He seemed to be getting more and more confident the more Caleb unraveled for him.
“You’re so bloody fit, Caleb. I want to see you come.”
“I—I’m going to—” Caleb squeezed his eyes shut, and all coherent thoughts left his brain. His body flooded with pleasure, making his head feel dizzy and his knees wobble, as come spurted onto Jamie’s hand and wrist.
“I—I...” Caleb’s breath caught. “Holy shit.”
An adorably shy smile spread across Jamie’s face, making two dimples appear in his cheeks. Caleb couldn’t help himself. He leaned down and pulled him into a hungry kiss, not worried in the slightest about the mess they’d just made.
“Ready for my fingers?”
“Yes.” Jamie held up his sticky hand. “Should I—?
“I don’t care about the mess.”
In a flurry of movement, Jamie was on all fours, trying to stifle his moans as Caleb pulled apart his cheeks.
“Has anyone done this to you before?”
With a light touch, Caleb played with the rim of Jamie’s hole.
“Erm, just myself,” Jamie said.
Caleb groaned. Caleb didn’t consider himself a possessive person, but also… like, how? How had this gorgeous man fallen into his life, practically begging him to be his first?
“I’ll go slow,” Caleb murmured, circling the rim and spreading lube along the tight muscle. “This okay?”
“Y-yeah, that’s, uh… good.”
“Relax, sweetheart.” Caleb slicked more lube over him, warming him up with gentle, rhythmic circles, not yet penetrating him. Leaning over Jamie’s back, he whispered reassurances into his ear.
“I’ve got you, J. Say the word and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll go slow.”
The breathy, desperate noises Jamie made were so fucking cute.
When he felt Jamie begin to soften under him, he nudged carefully with the tip of his finger.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Fuck, please.”
With a smile, Caleb kissed the back of Jamie’s neck and pushed his finger in.
“Fuck,” Jamie gasped. “Yes.”
Caleb sank into the knuckle and drew back with care, working him in long, languid strokes.
Jamie was hot and tight and trembling, his body responding in the most breathtaking ways.
Caleb kept his strokes slow and predictable, his eyes locked on the way Jamie’s hole opened for him.
He didn’t touch Jamie’s cock, hanging hard and heavy between his thighs.
He wanted to stay right here, show him how much pleasure could come from just this.
When he slid in a second finger, Jamie’s hips jolted, and a deep moan slipped out of him. Sweat clung to his springy curls, his skin flushing with every thrust.
That’s it, sweetheart. I got you.
“Yes, holy shit, Caleb.” Jamie was wiggling on the bed, rutting his hips into the mattress, and, without slowing the pace of his fingers, Caleb leaned forward and kissed the side of Jamie’s neck. He smelled amazing and God, those noises—
“I’m s-sorry, I’m going to come on your bed.”
“Perfect, I have a washer.”
Jamie’s second orgasm was even more beautiful than his first. Caleb fucked him through it with two fingers, lightly massaging that spot inside him on every few thrusts, and gently steered his head to the side to devour his lips.
“Yes. That’s it, Jamie. You are so sexy.”
Jamie slumped onto the bed, boneless, giving Caleb the perfect opportunity to admire his toned ass and legs. He turned his head to the side, and Caleb caught a glimpse of his blissed-out expression.
Glassy, half-lidded eyes and petal pink lips.
“May I…erm, clean up in the loo?”
Caleb leaned forward and brushed his lips along the soft skin of Jamie’s shoulder. “Of course.”
While Jamie cleaned up, Caleb grabbed a clean pair of joggers for him and set them on the bed.
When Jamie returned, freshly scrubbed and even more irresistible, Caleb shamelessly watched as he got dressed.
Almost immediately, he noticed the tension creeping back into Jamie’s shoulders, like he wasn’t quite sure whether he should stay or leave.
Jamie wrung his hands together and opened his mouth twice before seemingly thinking better of whatever he wanted to say.
“Come here,” Caleb said, patting the bed beside him. When Jamie hesitated, Caleb patted the mattress again.
A small smile tugged at Jamie’s lips.
Settling back against the headboard, Caleb guided him between his legs until Jamie was tucked comfortably against his chest, his back resting against Caleb’s torso.
“That was amazing.” Caleb kissed the soft skin beneath his ear. “You’re incredible.”
An adorable little blush dusted Jamie’s cheeks, perfectly complementing his rumpled curls. He turned slightly and kissed Caleb’s bicep, then let his eyes linger on the scar stretching across his shoulder. Blinking a few times, he closed his eyes and turned his head forward with a sigh.
Caleb’s heart hadn’t felt this light in years.
Jamie slumped back into Caleb’s chest, his breathing beginning to slow as Caleb traced lazy circles on his hips with his thumbs.
“Are you sure I can stay?” Jamie asked in a sweet, sleepy voice. “I can go. I just…I need a moment.”
“You’re sleeping here,” Caleb said into his jaw, pressing gentle kisses there. “If you want,” Caleb clarified. “Like, I’m not kidnapping you. I just… want you to stay.”
A small dimple formed in Jamie’s cheek, and Caleb had to place the pad of his finger there.
“Okay,” Jamie sighed.
A few quiet breaths passed between them before he added, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
For a moment, all he could do was look at Jamie and marvel at the impossible fact that this person existed, that he was here…
He pulled Jamie closer, his heart swelling as Jamie settled fully into his arms, eyes fluttering shut.
“Me either, J.”