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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.
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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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?"
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After he's dropped his shorts off, he scoots off the bed, onto his knees, in front of Caleb and smiles up at him. So sweetly, almost innocently. It's not the first time he's been there, just the first time he's looked like this. It's a day of firsts.
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"Want me to sit on the bed? Stay here?"
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He straightens up a little, and he's just tall enough that he can rub the mound of his breasts against that straining bulge.
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"Oh my god, what," he whispers. Where the fuck did Neil even think of this?
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"I thought it'd be fun," he says.
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This... doesn't feel like that. This is him and Neil, and Neil is curious and excited and still aroused, and Caleb is all of those things, too.
He nods.
"Okay. Yeah." He blushes again, just a little, but smiles. "Yeah."
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He's so much bigger when Neil's small like this, when he's dainty and overwhelmed in all the best ways.
Hands up, Neil strokes him, slow, languid, leaning in to lick him from root to tip. He thinks having skin to skin with nothing slick but a bit of precome might be a little too much friction. Better to get him slick first.
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He wraps his lips around the head, bobs up and down slowly, groaning softly around him. And he puts his hands on his chest, playing with his new, sensitive tits again. It drives a lovely noise out of him, vibrating along Caleb's cock in his mouth.
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"Fuck, Neil."
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He pulled back, pulled off with a pop, licking his lips and panting softly. "Do you wanna sit down? Your knees are shaking."
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This time, he lifts up and gently nudges at Caleb with his breasts. It's a little silly, but Neil does like the look of it, how Caleb's cock feels hot and and twitching against his skin.
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"Okay. O-okay, I'm. I get it. This is— hnn— th-this is good, too."
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"It feels good," he assures, because it does. Warm and now it's a growing friction that he can't stop now. "You can move a little. You can...you can fuck my tits, sweetheart."
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His stomach clenches as he gets closer to coming.
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"Feels good," he assures, soft, tender. "You look so good. Are you going to come for me, Caleb? I want you to make a mess of me. I know you'll still be hard afterwards, or in a minute. I want to feel it. Please."
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He's dripping. He can feel the mess of his arousal all over the inside of his thighs, slick and filthy and wonderful.
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And he is still hard, because Neil's arousal is a pressing thing, filling him up. God, fuck, it feels good.
"Here, up, c'mere," he mumbles, and hooks his hands under Neil's armpits to lift him bodily up into his lap. Then he pulls him into a sharp, sloppy kiss, while one hand dares to find its way between Neil's legs.
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