Caleb

[nola_northstar]

Was Seth actually up for a good sixteen hours in bed with Caleb? He'd just had a seventeen hour shooting day that ended, oh, six hours before Caleb was set to arrive. Still, Seth seemed to have plenty of energy left for this hookup.

If you could call it a hookup. It was an intimate plan for such a casual one, the long stretch of time to unwind and make out and have sex and stay close together, naked in bed, like actual lovers. It was a far cry from NYC app hookups that lasted maybe 20 minutes, but then, maybe things were different out here.

But then maybe it was different because Caleb had seemed to look at Seth and know him, and their vibe had been strong, and their chemistry great, so: why not explore it?

So Seth slept for five hours and ten minutes, showered and threw on jeans and a tee, ate two bananas, brushed his teeth, and even answered two emails before he had to buzz Caleb in. Was that a flutter in his chest? Hard to say!

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[nola_northstar]

Well, fuck it. Why not fall for this handsome nerd? Why not have feelings and follow them? No matter where they ended up, the feelings would be worth it. Also: the sex. “Don’t you have a question to ask me?” Seth said, grinding against Caleb’s thigh. “I’m very ready to give my answer.”

[nola_havok]

Caleb laughed or groaned or maybe both, wanting this man so badly he was dizzy with it, beyond defining or categorizing things or holding anything back. "Can I fuck you?" he breathed, knowing the answer but very much wanting to hear it anyway.

[nola_northstar]

"Yes please," Seth responded promptly, pushing himself up against Caleb very deliberately, and not a little greedily.

[nola_havok]

God, yes, he should keep doing that. "Lube? Where? Not that I'm not planning on tonguing your ass until you can't make words, but now, please." Caleb was having intermittent trouble with words himself.

[nola_northstar]

"How did you know that was what I wanted?" Seth was very, very happy in this moment. "Nightstand, first drawer. I'd get it, but you wanted me to lie exactly here."

[nola_havok]

"Smartass," Caleb grumbled, but he was smiling as he kissed Seth again, hot but brief. "I'll get it, but you should turn over."

[nola_northstar]

"Sir yes sir," Seth agreed, and no matter the teasing lilt in his voice, he still promptly turned over, near-shivering with anticipation.

[nola_havok]

Seth was gorgeous, and if Caleb had more patience he might get back to kissing every last inch of him. As it was, he let himself rock against Seth's ass once, twice, teasing them both while he pressed a kiss to Seth's shoulder.

[nola_northstar]

"You feel so good," Seth told Caleb, because he did, even though he was teasing, and Seth loved it.

[nola_havok]

"God, I want you," Caleb murmured lowly, moving back to settle between Seth's legs. He smoothed his hands over Seth's ass, kneaded the muscles there until he couldn't resist spreading him with his thumbs and licking.

[nola_northstar]

"Oh fuck." It was quiet, nearly a prayer, and god, Caleb was setting him on fire.

[nola_havok]

Caleb hummed his approval, so focused on every scrap of feeling he was pushing into Seth, tongue fucking into him eagerly, whole world dropping away.

[nola_northstar]

"Oh god, Caleb." This mysterious, sexually-rusty man was making every single one of Seth's nerve-endings flare with need. He gripped a pillow with one hand, groaning.

[nola_havok]

He was so turned on it might kill him, but he fully intended to keep going until Seth couldn't take it anymore, every sound, every movement, spurring him on.

[nola_northstar]

"Do they teach eating ass in construction school or are you just -- gah -- preternaturally gifted?" Seth was nearly beside himself, arching his back. "You have to fuck me now."

[nola_havok]

Caleb laughed, voice gravelly with want, lightly biting an ass cheek as he reached for the lube he'd retrieved and left conveniently close on the bed. "I was built for the service industry, apparently. And you're fucking perfect when you're losing it." He watched closely as he pressed a slick finger into Seth, savoring it.

[nola_northstar]

“Oh fuuuuck,” Seth breathed, because yes, he wanted this so much. “You’re making me lose it, Caleb.”

[nola_havok]

"God, I can't wait to be inside you." He simultaneously felt like he could do this forever--one finger twisting inside Seth, and another--and like he couldn't wait another second longer, driving them both crazy.

[nola_northstar]

“Do it now, please,” Seth asked as politely as he could while his brain was frying.

[nola_havok]

Caleb shifted, kneeling up, before he finally pulled his fingers away from Seth to slick himself up impatiently. "Come here," he said, but he didn't wait for Seth to move so much as pull him up himself, manhandling him until Seth was kneeling in front of him and Caleb was pressed up close, his chest to Seth's back. "Tell me again, Jean-Paul. Tell me to fuck you," Caleb ordered, or maybe begged, mouth up against his ear, cock just against his entrance.

[nola_northstar]

Wait. Wait. What? Seth whipped his head back to look at Caleb, moving up a little, disrupting their closeness. “Who the hell is Jean-Paul?” Motherfucker. Seth had almost fallen for Caleb’s whole sweet, crushy, oh-I’m-so-rusty act.

[nola_havok]

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Caleb's hands clenched at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms, trying to get a hold of himself. Or punishing himself, maybe. God, he was such a stupid asshole. "Do you want the actual headfuck of an answer that's going to either bring back a whole lot of old memories or make you think I'm crazy, or do you want to just be mad at me and kick me the hell out?" he asked, a little breathless. Caleb might have fucked up, might be totally hating himself right now for ruining a perfect moment, but he still wasn't going to force awareness on Seth. If he even could.

[nola_northstar]

"If you have a husband, or you're not as rusty as you claim to be, that isn't exactly a headfuck. But it is fucked up that you wouldn't tell me and then say someone else's name while we're fucking. Or even that you said someone's else name at all when I thought we were connecting. That's hurtful. So." Even now, Seth was a little reluctant as he resettled himself to sit on the bed and look at Caleb, no longer hard. "Who is Jean-Paul?"

[nola_havok]

"No, it's not..." Caleb sighed as he sat down, rubbing a hand over his hair. "We are connecting. Or were." Because he had to acknowledge that he might have just fucked things up beyond repair. "I'm not married. I'm not seeing someone else or thinking about someone else. I really haven't been with anyone since I left my ex-girlfriend seven years ago." God, he hated that he'd already hurt Seth. Hated that he was about to hurt him more. "You're Jean-Paul. Or you were. Jean-Paul Beaubier. Northstar."

[nola_northstar]

"My name is Seth, you asshole," Seth replied, because jesus, what kind of apology was this, what kind of game was this? "What are you trying to do here?"