shadows_have_offended | Come on-a my house, my house-a come on!

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Come on-a my house, my house-a come on! | for Caleb

It's a good night, good cheer, and Neil's that sort of lovely exhausted that's too full of energy to be tired. And he meant what he said before they left the park, that he was so disgustingly sweaty that he barely knows what to do with himself.

But Caleb's been snuggled up on him all through disgusting, fatty, greasy food, so clearly he's not offensive.

It takes almost no convincing to get Caleb to take him back to his place--he doesn't know if Rosie is going to be home, or at Charlie's or Sabrina's, but he drops her a line that he's with Caleb and will be out all night--and as soon as he's through the door, he plasters himself up against his boyfriend to give him a much deeper, much more thorough kiss than any he'd planted on him out in public since Caleb picked him up.

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Caleb laughs into the kiss, a low, muffled thing that's mostly muffled from their mouths smearing together. He holds Neil's face with both hands, like he can keep him tight and close forever with just that gentle touch.

The kiss lingers, stays deep and smearing, for several long breaths. It's just the noise of it, and Neil loves that. Messy, heavy breathing and the quiet smack of lips. Kissing never sounds good, but Neil always loves doing it. And Caleb is tall, broad, strong, and so very, very tender.

Neil lets the heat sink through him, rapid, building, because there's no sense in trying to hold it back. Even if he could, Caleb would still feel it, so it's just better to let it roll out of him.

God, it's fucking good. Caleb wants to just ride in this. Neil's sweat has no reason to smell so good, but it does, and there's still a part of him that's coasting from the performance. Caleb feels drunk with it. He licks into Neil's mouth — the slightly sweeter taste of him like this is cut through with the salt from the fries.

Neil moans, softly, as Caleb takes a slightly more aggressive role in the kiss. He clings to him, letting their height difference work to both their advantage in how Caleb can tower over him and press him back a little bit.

It's heady, wonderful. He can't help another soft, needy noise that slides out of him.

Caleb echoes the noise with one of his own. He presses a hand against the small of Neil's back. Like this, he feels huge, and the fact that Neil likes it fills him with heat. He pulls Neil closer, tighter against him, and he knows Neil can feel his dick by the throb that passes through him.

Now that he has that, lovely, overwhelming attention, the rub of Caleb's cock against his stomach, Neil makes another soft, needy noise--and then he pushes gently against his chest, separating them just a little bit.

"Excuse me," he teases, voice too husky to really be properly pressed about the attention. "You're supposed to be letting me use your shower, mister."

"Oh, fuck," Caleb says. His own faux-surprise is tempered by the way his voice has gone deep and rough. "I totally thought you wanted me to shower you with affection."

Neil manages to break away, and as soon as he's a step away, he strips off his shirt. He drops it and keeps striding away, watching Caleb.

"I mean, I'll still have to clean that up when you're finished with me," he teases.

"Mm, don't worry, I'll help," he assures.

Then he gets a bit shy, following a little slower.

"I mean... unless you don't want me to...? I-I mean, if you want to shower, like, alone..."

"Caleb," Neil says, standing there with a jaunty stance as he opens his jeans and drops them, standing there in cute bra and matching panties.

"If you don't follow me into that shower, I'm going to be very disappointed."

He turns around to head toward the bathroom. The panties hug his ass in a way that shows off more than it really conceals.

Caleb stares after him, watching the swing of his ass and feeling the sharp, playful insistence. Then he sort of jumps and follows after him.

Neil squeaks and giggles when he hears Caleb coming after him, hurrying up, clumsily stripping out of his underwear on the way to the bathroom. He pauses to get the lights on, and to linger against the door for Caleb to come in on him, stripped of everything.

Caleb slows to a stop when he sees Neil like this. It's still jarring, just a little bit, but these are Neil's feelings rushing through him. He bites his lip, moving closer, until he can slide his fingers over Neil's hips. He's still fully dressed; he hadn't stripped on the way to the bathroom like Neil had. He presses close anyway, kissing his chin and the mole on his jaw.

Caleb's body is warm and heavy, his clothing just a little too much against Neil's sensitive skin. He sighs as he pays attention to the hinge of his jaw and the scattering of freckles.

He moves his body a little bit, a naked squirm between Caleb's firm body and the unforgiving rigidity of the door. It's sort of nice to be trapped, held fast. Thrilling.

He pins him there, kissing him and reveling in the feelings passing between them. He can't help a little smile when he realizes that Neil likes being pinned to the door like this, but he eventually leans back to give him space.

"Come on, I'm pretty sure you just got done yelling at me about letting you shower." He steps up to the stall and turns on the tap, letting the water heat.

Neil melts a little bit as Caleb moves away from him, sags without the support of the other boy pinning him against the door. He watches him as he messes with the water, and once it's going and starting to steam a little bit, he slips right into the water. Well, he's naked already. It's Caleb that's behind the curve a little bit, still dressed and not quite ready to join in.

He watches him as he ducks into the spray, deliberate in the way he angles and shows himself off while he waits for Caleb to join him.

He doesn't have to wait long. Caleb strips with efficiency brought on by the practice of changing in locker rooms, and soon he's stepping in under the spray with him. He pulls Neil in close to kiss him, then turns him around and grabs the body wash, so he can start massaging it into Neil's back and shoulders.

Neil purrs softly, lulling his neck as Caleb rubs at him, as much massaging as he is washing him off. For the moment, it's a focus of calm and chaste attention, dutiful and particular in taking care of his complaints: being hot and sweaty and sore and all the things that come with summer performances in costume.

"You're too good for me," Neil says, leaning back into Caleb adoringly.

Caleb grins, taking the gentle weight of Neil's lean easily.

"Am I?" he teases. "Maybe I should start slacking off a little. Don't want your expectations to be too high."

"Don't you dare," Neil starts, a teasing whine of protest as he leaned even more into Caleb's bulk behind him. He sighed, content. The warm water and dutiful attention was enough to have him unspooling. Now, his hands wandered on Caleb a little bit. Teasing and coaxing.

Caleb hums. He wraps his arms around Neil's middle, pulling him close and smoothing soap into his belly and hips.

"I wouldn't," he assures.

Neil hums, purrs, as Caleb wraps him in his arms and holds him close like that. It's wonderful, to be small and held. Probably the best part of this whole process, how delicate he feels and how easy it is to feel like that.

He angles, a little bit, to encourage Caleb to clean between his legs as well.

Caleb grins. He slides his hand down, fingers slotting in the space between Neil's thigh and crotch, first on one side, then the other. He carefully avoids the space between his legs otherwise as he presses chaste kisses to Neil's neck and shoulder.

Neil whines softly, squirming and wiggling, running his nails over Caleb's arms and then back onto his stomach for a moment as well. It's a teasing touch as well. Especially when he rolls and wiggles and teases his hips to try and give Caleb a little something to rub against.

Caleb hums a laugh, but it's a little breathless. He nudges his dick against Neil's ass, but his focus isn't on that just yet. Instead, he focuses on Neil, on working the day out of him and making him feel good.

Neil allows it for a moment, enjoying the tender touch, the affection and attention that comes with it. But it turns into a quiet bit of whining after not too long. He wants it too badly. The tension of the day has turned into a different sort of tension entirely, a hunger instead, boiling up in him and urging him to rub and squirm against Caleb's body.

Caleb hums a low sound when Neil starts moving. The arousal is like a shot inside him, and he lowers his mouth to Neil's shoulder.

"Like this?" he asks, pressing more firmly against him.

Neil sighs. It's almost a moan, just that quiet, breathless noise as Caleb gets a little bit more bold in the touch, as he gets closer, as they fit together. He nods, wet hair swaying a little bit as he leans back into Caleb's body.

Gently, he guides Caleb's fingers against him. Not just against his thighs but against those sweet, slick folds of his cunt.

Caleb slides his fingers against Neil's clit. It'd be so easy to shift, just a little, and slide into him. He groans, a soft, hungry sound.

"Can— S-should I—?"

It's unfair that doing this always gets him so fucking worked up.

The feeling of Caleb's cock is deliciously overwhelming, the heavy, hot twitch of him a wonderful brand against his skin and the glorious wet of the shower on his front, soothing away every ache and pain.

Neil arches his back slightly, lifts slightly onto his toes, and reaches behind himself to guide Caleb in a teasing slide against him.

"We could get in bed, if that's easier."

Caleb wants to argue — to point out what Neil had said not so very long ago, about having to clean back up, after. But his brain is starting to short circuit. All he can feel is the sharp, singing need of Neil's arousal and the jolts of pleasure Caleb is sending through him. He moves, just enough, and slides into him.

The press of him, slow and filling, drives a needy noise out of Neil. He braces a hand against the shower tile to brace so that they can move against each other, an easy movement that can build easily.

"Christ, you feel good," he gasps, squeezing around him. "You're so good, Caleb."

"You," he answers, even if it doesn't make sense. He presses a hot, smearing kiss against Neil's shoulder and starts fucking into him. His fingers still on Neil's clit, but only because he's currently having a hard time doing more than one thing at a time.

Neil doesn't mind that Caleb's not rubbing at him. If anything, it's better that way. He lifts on his toes and rocks back and forth, legs trembling, as Caleb fucks him with wonderful, growing fervor. Every stroke feels amazing.

He refuses to stay quiet about it. It starts out with panting, sighing, little whines, but it doesn't take long before he's crying out with desperate, heady pleasure, all of his begging broken up with Caleb's name.

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