[Aug 15] The sun, the moon, and stars | for Caleb

[shadows_have_offended]

He might be avoiding Caleb, just a little bit. Not quite. Still answering texts and everything, but since he woke up like this, a little shorter, a little different--well, it's a weird situation, and he already had to spend so much time convincing the director of the Shakespeare shows that they really didn't need to pull in the understudy, he could still do it just fine.

But then Caleb asks if Neil wants to come over, and Neil can't say no to that. He can't. There's no way to blow him off. It's after rehearsals and he has nothing else to do for two days, and he's come up with every other conceivable excuse up to this point.

So a weird thing happened and you can't freak out or laugh about it, okay? But I'll be over soon.

It takes him a little while to get there, coming from the park and walking, but he needs the walk to steel himself to the possibility that, even if he's warned Caleb, he might get a rude reception. He doesn't think he will--but you never know.

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[shadows_have_offended]

Even if Caleb knows, it's worse today, and it's fun to be bossy, anyway. Maybe more fun when he's a foot shorter than Caleb and not just an inch. He sighs as Caleb works into his hair, at his neck, and starts to ease the tension there.

The sigh turns into a quiet little whine as Neil closes his eyes and leans back into the touch.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb reaches out with his ability for any sense of displeasure. He doesn't find any — the opposite, in fact, so he keeps it up. He lets his blunt nails gently scratch Neil's scalp as he brings his hands down, then widens the track of his thumbs on the way back up.

He doesn't even realize he's half-hard until he goes to shift to get a little more comfortable, and he bites his lip and swallows hard.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil has his eyes closed and is so focused on the slow, deep track of Caleb's touch that he notices nothing else. He's needed this. The touch and the closeness and the comfort of it.

He sighs again, and the sigh turns into a bit of a groan, breathless and low in his throat.

"That's it."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

The pleasure Neil feels isn't like sexual pleasure. It's still molten, but it doesn't settle low in his hips like arousal. It moves through his joints, making them feel loose and comfortable. It buoys his heart. Caleb isn't hard because Neil is getting aroused by this. He's hard because of Neil's reactions to this. The sounds he's making, the way he trusts Caleb's huge hands to take care of him, the happy, loose feeling slowly filling him, these are all contributing to his arousal.

It's fucking hot.

"Gl-glad I could help," he murmurs, voice a little on the rough side.

[shadows_have_offended]

"You always help," Neil says, voice still low and aching with the relief of the massage as he leans into the attention of it, as he rolls his shoulders up to move Caleb's attention from his scalp and neck down onto his shoulders and back instead.

If he notices the slightly more gravelly tone in Caleb's voice, he doesn't let on. It's possible he's too focused on the contentment of the moment for anything like that right now to parse through.

"God, you're amazing."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb smiles, massaging Neil's shoulders, his shoulder blades, down over his ribs and back up along his spine.

"I'm pretty awesome," he agrees, smiling. He smooths his hands down Neil's ribs again, to his waist. It's smaller, narrower, and Caleb adjusts his hands so he doesn't accidentally hurt him. He's so small>/I> like this.

[shadows_have_offended]

It tickles a little, like it always does, and Neil squirms and giggles, which is embarrassing but not enough for him to tell Caleb to stop. He looks over his shoulder at Caleb and smiles, a little sheepishly.

That's when he catches the slight pink in his cheeks, the smile, that his pupils are just a little wide. Neil scoots back on the couch, just a little, closer to Caleb.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb blushes darker when Neil looks at him, but he smiles, and shifts to accommodate him. "Want me to keep going?" he asks, then clears his throat a little.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil's cocks a brow then, smirking just a little bit at that throat clearing.

"Yeah, you can keep going," he assures. He turns his head back forward and scouts back, closer, until his hips almost touch Caleb's leg tucked up on the couch. "You can go a little harder, too. I'm tougher than I look."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Plenty hard," he mumbles, then scoffs out a little laugh. "Fuck, nothing, never mind," he says when he feels Neil's amusement. He continues moving his hands, lower now, near Neil's hips and the small of his back.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil sits with his amusement, knowing that Caleb can feel it, letting it slide between them. The attention on his hips, the steady pressure of big hands and insistent thumbs is still relaxing more than it is turning him on--or maybe he just doesn't know what it feels like to be turned on like this? He's warm, and Caleb always has him feeling a bit more aware of himself.

With his face turned away from Caleb, he shuffles his hips back toward the touch of his hands a little more, and he lets out a slightly more deliberate noise, breathy and overcome and a little teasing.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb shivers. "You're a fucking asshole," he complains with a laugh. "Fuck." He pulls Neil close, into his lap fully, in an easy, fluid motion. He loops an arm around Neil's wait and nuzzles into the nape of his neck.

[shadows_have_offended]

"Christ," Neil squeaks, laughing, as Caleb manhandles him into his lap, and whatever else he's going to say--well, that gets swallowed up in a quiet little noise as he feels that Caleb's not just a little turned on.

He sits with that for a moment. He lets Caleb sit with it too, to feel the processing. The flighty confusion and worry, the self-reprisal, and finally a bit of that adoring pride that always comes whenever Caleb is turned on by him.

It's quick. Neil rolls his hips testingly, teasingly. He looks over his shoulder, through the fall of his hair and his lashes to look at Caleb.

"We don't have to do anything," he says. "I know this is kind of weird."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Is it?" Caleb says. He hooks his chin on Neil's shoulder and presses a kiss to his cheek. "You're still you. You feel the same, to my ability. You're still my stupidly gorgeous boyfriend." He does pause, though, then admits, "Though, I've never, like... been with a girl before, so... it's gonna be like our first time all over again."

[shadows_have_offended]

First time conjures up thoughts of heavy breathing and rubbing hips and him spilling filthy words in the shower with his hand wrapped around Caleb's cock, and Neil blushes as Caleb kisses his cheek. It conjures up Caleb's quick trigger and also his stamina, that they've been experimenting with and exploring in the month since.

"I had a girlfriend when I first got to Darrow," Neil says, "but we didn't do anything, and then we broke up. So I definitely don't know what we're doing."

But he laughs about it. "I mean. I know where things can go, but. You know."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb nods, and he shifts a little. "God, you're such an asshole," he repeats, because whatever Neil's thinking about has Caleb's eyes drifting closed and warmth coursing through him. "We'll. We'll just do what feels good, then. Yeah?"

[shadows_have_offended]

"We always do," Neil assures. He turns around in Caleb's gentle hold, changing from sitting back-to-front on his lap to straddling him. It's different now, his legs splayed wider, and the seam of his jean shorts press up against him in a way that makes his blush even deeper and more radiant.

Especially as he bumps against the bulge of Caleb's crotch.

He smudges a kiss on his mouth, plush and sweet. "...I hope you're not too big for me."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb's eyes go huge and a concerned. "Fuck, I didn't even think of that," he says, and sort of curls to look at Neil's crotch. "I'll. I'll use my fingers. Like when we—" He blushes, but presses on. "Like when we finger each other. I'll just use my fingers."

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil giggles and presses a sweet kiss to Caleb's forehead, his cheeks, his mouth once more. He keeps moving his hips in slow, rhythmic ways, just like all the times they've ground and kissed on this same couch normally.

"We can do that too," he says, smirking against the kiss. "Like when we finger each other."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb huffs again and shakes his head. "God, you're the worst." He kisses him, though, then licks into his mouth, hips starting to move against Neil's.

[shadows_have_offended]

"Terrible," Neil agrees with a soft, whining moan as Caleb finally starts to move. figuring out the friction is a little weird. Neil doesn't mind focusing on Caleb first, though.

His fingers slide up Caleb's chest, his neck, into his hair and he presses against him gently, chest straining his shirt a little bit.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Here, hang on," he murmurs. He shifts them, so he's got his back against the couch, Neil's knees on either side of his hips. He's smaller like this, so that keeps him nice and close to Caleb. He shifts a little, then again, before laughing. "Fuck, I keep expecting to like. Bump into your dick." Like normal, he almost says, but he doesn't want Neil to feel like this is weird. It is, but it's not.

[shadows_have_offended]

"Yeah, tell me about it," Neil says, and laughs about it, because he's had a little while to get used to it. It's weird. But Caleb isn't making it weird.

And, Christ, the way he can just move him like that. There's a swooping, fluttering feeling in his stomach that's just like normal, just like every time they've tried something new together. That's all this is. Something new together. Neil stays wound close, their hips moving.

Softly, he asks, "Do you want to take my top off?"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb swallows, hands sliding up Neil's ribs, to the edge of his breasts. He feels the bra through the shirt, then bites his lip and nods. "Yeah. Can I?"

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil nods, blushing. He didn't put on anything cute. He wasn't expecting this. So he dressed for comfort. Now, he wishes he'd grabbed something more than full coverage and cotton.

But he doesn't think about it for long. He guides Caleb's fingers over his soft, sensitive breasts and to the buttons of his shirt, leaning back a little so he can watch the progress of undressing him.