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

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

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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"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.

"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?"

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?"

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.

The shirt, at least, is familiar, and he makes short work of it. He slides it off Neil's shoulders just like always, down his arms so it pools on his knees behind Neil's butt. His eyes trail down Neil's face, familiar but so different, then to his collarbones, to his breasts.

"Dude," he says softly. "My tits were so much smaller than this when I was a girl."

He slides his hands back up, fingers grazing over the cups. Having been a girl for a whole week, he totally gets the concept of comfort over appearance. He lets his thumbs brush over the seam where skin meets cotton, then leans forward to press a kiss to his sternum.

Neil tips his head back and laughs, joyous but short, because in a moment Caleb is touching him. It's cautious, exploratory, as new as anything else. They've been dating almost two months, but they've only been exploring this adventurously in the last month, and to be confronted with a whole new body is--well, Neil's in no rush, either.

"I had to have one thing going for me," he jokes, head tilted back. His nipples perk, press at the cotton of his bra, a shadow of arousal that might be teased if Caleb were feeling bold.

"You have so much going for you," he says. He bites his lip, leaning back so he can slowly slide his palm over one of Neil's tits. "Is this okay?" he whispers. To touch at all, he means, but also the touch itself.

"Won't you know if it's not?" Neil teases. He can't hide from Caleb, can't present a front of acceptance to cover nerves. There are nerves, but he's not uncomfortable. If anything, the slowness is too much. He's going to go insane.

He reaches, awkwardly, behind his back and unhooks the bra, sliding it off his arms and tossing it aside. His breasts sag slightly, but they're still plump and perky, and his nipples perk harder without the constriction of cotton over them.

"Is this okay?"

Caleb leans his hands away to give Neil space. Once the bra's out of the way, he bites his lip again, just looking.

"Yeah," he murmurs, distracted from Neil's remark about his ability. If he had enough focus, he'd say something about words being just as important as feelings, or something. As it is, he reaches and gently touches Neil's areola, circling his finger around the nipple. His other hand, he rests high on Neil' ribs, thumb stroking the soft skin of the underside of his breast.

The touch hitches through him, an unfamiliar sort of jolt, and heat works quickly over Neil's cheeks. He curls his toes, shifts and squirms. Bites his lip a little bit so that he can keep quiet for a moment.

It won't be for long. There's a distinct sort of tingling heat pooling between his thighs, making him blush more and more with each second, and every swipe of thumb and feelings has his nipples hard and aching for more, has his stomach quivering, has him softly panting for breath.

"Oh."

"Fuck," Caleb gasps. His hips jerk up towards Neil. "Oh, fuck, you like that. Okay. More of that?" He moves his other hand closer, gently but firmly running his thumbs over both of Neil's nipples now. "Should, should I, um. U-use my mouth?"

"Um. Yes?" Neil laughs a little. "It's my first time."

It's been a couple years since he could say that. But Caleb's hands are big and strong and Neil lifts his to cover them, to guide a grip on his breasts, a squeeze that rocks pleasure through him feverishly.

"Yeah, let's try with your mouth too," he says, voice small and soft and curious. "And you can...teeth..."

He bites his lip and nods. He leans forward, pressing his mouth to Neil's skin. First, just the skin of his breast, but he kisses his way towards the nipple. It's just like when they're messing around normally. They play with each other's nipples, tease and see what gets them going. Except now Neil's chest is softer, fuller, and his nipples incredibly, incredibly sensitive. He teases him now, with lips and tongue and even a little teeth on one side, fingers on the other.

Neil whines softly as Caleb starts to explore him, as each little brush of fingers and mouth builds in him. Everything is slow and gentle, and Neil appreciates that. But now he's almost aching.

He can feel the slick warmth between his thighs and he whimpers a little bit as he rubs himself against Caleb, encouraging everything he's doing.

Caleb moans softly, then draws back to look up at him. "I, I want—" he gasps, then swallows. "I want to touch you. Can I? Neil. Neil."

"You are touching me," Neil teases, rolling his hips, panting desperately. He's almost there--already? Christ. "God, yes. Whatever--yeah. Whatever you want. Wherever you want."

"Fuck," he breathes. "Your fucking voice."

He kisses over Neil's chest, sucks a hickey where his breast meets the flatter plane of his sternum. In the month they've been really exploring things together, Caleb's gotten better at holding off. He still slips, and right now, it feels like it might be one of those times. Neil's arousal is a different shape like this, not what he's used to, and he can feel himself spilling precome in his pants.

The lovely, aching bruise of the hickey is what it takes. Neil squeaks and wails, arching, shivering. It's the fastest he's gotten off since one of the first times he fooled around, and the sudden rush of it is exhilarating.

"Don't stop," he gasps. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop...!"

Caleb moans, hips jerking. He doesn't stop, nipping at Neil's skin and grinding up against him while they both come. He kisses up Neil's neck, nips his jaw. He whimpers softly, holding him close.

He can feel, through the layers of shorts and underwear, how he twitches, and he whines a little bit. It's a happy, elated noise as he clings to Caleb and rides the wave of it.

It's not diminishing. It diminishes, but he's still hot all over.

"Oh," he sighs, nuzzling. "Can you still feel that? How's that...feel? I feel like I could keep going..."

Caleb nods, breathless and amazed. "That's, that's what it's like," he gasps out. "When we're, it doesn't, doesn't stop. God, you feel good." He pulls Neil into a sloppy kiss, and his hands move down to Neil's waistband. Fuck, he wants to touch him. He wants to play with his nipples until he comes again. He wants to fuck him, long and slow.

He wants so much.

Neil kisses back, squirming and sighing and happy to get anything and everything. Caleb's hands, big and warm, move on his body, and he shivers under the attention. And when he breaks the kiss, he just whines for a second.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" he asks softly, voice small and needy.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah, we can." He shifts, cupping his hands under Neil's ass so he can stand. God, Neil weighs nothing like this. It's so easy to carry him into the bedroom. He hesitates at the bed, though. "Do you... want to stay on top?"

Neil squeals as Caleb picks him up like that, a shrill, happy noise. He clings to him, laughs, holds tight. And as they go, he showers Caleb's face with happy, excited kisses, grinning the whole time.

They reach the bedroom, the bed, and Neil considers.

"I want you to put me down for a second," he says. "So we can get naked?"

"Right, right," he says, still grinning from the shower of kisses. He lowers Neil to the bed, then leans back so he doesn't accidentally, like, punch him in the face while he starts unbuttoning his own shirt.

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