return_to_nola

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.

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From:

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.

From:

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.”

From:

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.

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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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

nola_northstar

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

From:

nola_havok

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

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

nola_northstar

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

From:

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."

From:

nola_northstar

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

From:

nola_havok

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

From:

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."

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

nola_havok

Caleb really should be more careful. "I was overdue for a break. I knew that, but I don't think I knew it until I got one, so thank you." He leaned in and stole another kiss, unable to help himself.

From:

nola_northstar

Seth smiled, grabbed Caleb’s arm to hold him there, so he could prolong that stolen kiss into something meaningful and well deserved.

From:

nola_havok

It was all too easy to let himself get drawn into it, to prolong it himself when it seemed like it might end, but Caleb was pulled abruptly out of the moment when his phone started chiming from his pants pocket, discarded on the floor. "One sec."

But, of course, looking at his phone screen confirmed his suspicions--he'd lost track of time. He'd set an alarm so he'd be sure to pick up Scottie on time, and it was a good thing he'd left a little wiggle room, because now he needed to walk back to the coffee shop and get his car. "Shit, I need to go." He, very unfortunately, started putting on his clothes.

From:

nola_northstar

Well, that was abrupt. Seth frowned a little, but sure, this man had a life and commitments. He shook it off quickly, and nodded, even retrieving Caleb’s shirt and offering it up to him. “Reality beckons?"

From:

nola_havok

"Yeah." Caleb took his shirt with a grateful smile and slipped it on before hastily retying his shoes. He did stop long enough to pull Seth in with a hand on his hip for one last kiss.