Caleb

[nola_northstar]

Seth might spend too much time at Phoenix Effect looking at men. But if you looked at it another way, he was an excellent patron of local business. He was stopping by the coffee shop every day now, in late afternoons and early evenings, sipping smoothies and looking at the other customers.

On this particular afternoon, he was awarded by a very particular gift. When the man turned to face Seth’s vague direction, he raised his drink in a wave and a salute, giving him a smile. It was the kind of flirting someone could ignore if they were straight or married or busy, but it was clear enough, he figured, to capture any interested parties.

Comments

[nola_northstar]

Yes, Caleb could move Seth around. Seth would allow it. He kissed back deeply, breathlessly, though he still had the wherewithal to reply "Thank you, I know."

[nola_havok]

"It's infuriating how hot I find your ego." Caleb laughed against his mouth, kissing Seth again, and again, unable to get enough of this man. "Tell me what you want."

[nola_northstar]

Seth chuckled, whenever he could bear to stop kissing. "Then you're the man I've been looking for. You don't want to take charge?" Seth didn't mind, but Caleb should have whatever he wanted today, and Seth was down for a lot, and he was so hard he might die.

[nola_havok]

His hand trailed down Seth's chest as they kissed, skimming over his abdomen until he could loosely circle Seth's cock. "After what you just did, I think you should have whatever you believe would best show my gratitude." Caleb stroked him once--twice--long, slow movements meant to tease more than anything else. "And you're only going to boss me around anyway."

[nola_northstar]

Seth shivered from those strokes, but Caleb's comments made him laugh outright. "It's like you know me."

[nola_havok]

He was trying very, very hard not to say anything that might force Seth into awareness before he was ready, refusing to be that Summers, especially when it might interrupt an otherwise really good time. "Good intuition."

[nola_northstar]

"What a talented man. I think you should get on your knees and return the favor. We'll save other things for next time." Yes, next time.

[nola_havok]

Caleb did not let himself think about a next time, or about how pleased he might be by Seth mentioning one, because that way led to complications and madness. He would much rather be focusing on this: on firming up his strokes as he bent his head to kiss down Seth's chest, on dropping to his knees and mouthing across Seth's stomach because he couldn't get enough of the taste of his skin, on curling a hand around Seth's hip as he took him into his mouth.

[nola_northstar]

Seth was very caught up in this. An ego was all well and good but sometimes feelings took over, and they were about to take over here; he groaned when Caleb’s mouth found him, settling a strong hand in Caleb’s hair. He was watching intently. “Fuck. Yes.”

[nola_havok]

Caleb wasn't smooth or practiced, but he wasn't clueless; he knew what felt good, and he very much wanted to make Seth feel good. He pushed back gently against Seth's hand, letting him know it was okay if Seth wanted to guide him or, hell, get bossy, before starting up a steady, enthusiastic rhythm.

[nola_northstar]

Seth found it hard to pass up a chance to guide someone, and he did just that, altering Caleb’s good baseline rhythm into one that worked a little better for him. He was breathing heavily; despite himself, his eyes fluttered shut.

[nola_havok]

No one had ever had complaints about Caleb in bed because Caleb didn't let arrogance get in the way of figuring out what his partner wanted and giving it to them. So Caleb followed the rhythm Seth set, followed every sound or movement that meant yes, this, more, and slid his hand from Seth's hip to his ass.

[nola_northstar]

Seth moaned appreciatively. He hasn’t quite lost the ability to speak, but he was impressed with Caleb; he felt amazing. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

[nola_havok]

Caleb glanced up at Seth and felt a shiver up and down his spine. Seth was so fucking hot and it just spurred Caleb on, a little faster, a little rougher, hungry for it.

[nola_northstar]

"Fuck, yes," Seth found himself saying, because that little extra roughness was exquisite, and he was close, now.

[nola_havok]

Caleb didn't back off or slow down, fingers digging into Seth's ass to hold him there until he was finished.

[nola_northstar]

Yes, that would work perfectly, and Seth was so pleased that Caleb had performed this well, but mostly Seth was lost in the moment as he came, swallowing the urge to exclaim in French for some reason, murmuring wordless pleasure instead.

[nola_havok]

After he'd swallowed, after he'd let Seth slide from his mouth before everything became too sensitive, he took a moment to rest his forehead against Seth's hip, smiling a little as he caught his breath.

[nola_northstar]

"Well, well, well." He patted Caleb's hair fondly. What a great afternoon.

[nola_havok]

Caleb laughed a little as he stood, hands on Seth's hips for leverage (and, okay, because who wouldn't want to still be touching him?). "And I really thought I was just getting coffee today."

[nola_northstar]

Seth leaned over and kissed Caleb indulgently, luxuriating in it. "What an upgrade."

[nola_havok]

"God, yes. I needed that." More than he'd realized. He'd gone so long without that he'd let himself forget.

[nola_northstar]

"Why don't you sit down, honey, you just worked so hard." Seth said it with an affected drawl, but he also meant it. "Tell me why you needed it."

[nola_havok]

"Are you saying you don't think everyone needs an afternoon like this with you?" Because that seemed like exactly the kind of thing he'd say, though maybe Caleb was going too much on what he knew of Jean-Paul and not just Seth.

[nola_northstar]

“Darling, that’s my whole philosophy, but everyone has their own motivations.” Seth smiled at him with ease, but not without surprise. This man already had him pegged.