[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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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"No, Neil," Caleb gasps. He buries his face in Neil's throat, licks a kiss there. "Please, I. I want you to come. Please. Please." He moves his fingers between them again, to Neil's clit.

[shadows_have_offended]

"Put me on my back?"

It will make it easier, maybe. The angles, the ability to touch, everything. And Caleb will have a view of everything.

But Neil doesn't know how much longer he has. He can't tell anything like this. It's not like when he's got his cock. He can't even help guide Caleb on what will get him off. Everything feels good, and he has no idea how to get to the end of everything at this point.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Caleb nods. It takes effort, but he stops moving long enough to rearrange them. Then he's back to it, and Neil was right: the angle is better, for a lot of things, including lowering his mouth to Neil's chest and nipping at his tits, trying to find those sensitive spots that drove him wild earlier.

[shadows_have_offended]

Everything is even more sensitive than before, and Caleb's mouth is hot and wet and amazing. It's probably too much, probably already put him over the edge or off into oblivion, but he was tight around Caleb in the first place and the sweet pleasure of it all just keeps going.

He clings to Caleb's pillows, all stretched out to the attention, making himself as long and open as he possibly can so Caleb has a view every time he unburies himself and takes a look.

"God," he gasps. "God, Christ, Jesus. Caleb. Caleb...!"

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Neil squeezes him, and they come almost simultaneously. Caleb feels like he's vibrating apart, and then the molten honey softens from its bright amber vibrance into something gentler, fluffier. The glow carries him, and he sags against Neil, eyes drooping mostly closed.

[shadows_have_offended]

The second, filling wave of it is even more than the first, and Neil thinks he can feel it leaking out of him a little bit. They float, together, in the glow of it and Neil winds his arms around Caleb all over again as they slowly start to come down from the haze of all of it.

He finds himself picking at it, the ways that Caleb had so willingly wanted all that. But it's not important. At least, it's not important right now.

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

He could have easily let himself drift for another ten, twenty minutes, he thinks. But then he feels Neil picking at... something. He stirs, making a low noise, and shifts himself so he can carefully pull out and away.

Then his eyes fly wide, and all traces of afterglow are gone.

"Oh, fuck. I forgot to use a condom."

[shadows_have_offended]

"Why would you use a condom?" Neil asks, sleepy and dreamy and vague. He feels pleasantly empty without Caleb inside of him, and when he opens his eyes, he finds Caleb's expression genuinely concerned.

He has to think about it for a second. And then a second more. "I don't think I can get pregnant like this."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

He wants to ask 'are you sure?' because they don't actually know. But Neil seems unconcerned, at least for now, so Caleb uses that to try to calm down, too. He bites his lip, then nods.

"Okay," he says. Slowly, he lowers himself to the bed again, settling down next to him instead of on top of him. "And you're... okay?" he asks.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil giggles, leaning over to kiss Caleb, trying to ease that adorable nervousness out of him. He's too exhausted to have any sort of real opinion either way, and he's not sure what to say, really. It's cute, really, that Caleb's so worried about something that doesn't really matter.

Even if he could get pregnant, it's the future--or the modern day. It's not like something like that would keep either of them down.

"A little...well worn," he says after thinking about it, and he laughs softly. "But that'd be true even if I weren't sort of a virgin, I guess. I haven't fucked since January."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

The way he says it makes Caleb blush, and he huffs a shy laugh. "Well, maybe when you get your dick back, you can show me what that feels like," he says, feeling bold and bright and loose, now that the nerves are pushing away. But even his own words make him blush a little deeper, and he hides his face in Neil's shoulder under the pretense of kissing him. He did just sort of admit to wanting his boyfriend to fuck him in the ass, after all.

[shadows_have_offended]

The way that Caleb blushes makes Neil doubt it will be so fast, but not that it will happen at all. He nuzzles into Caleb's hair, breathes in the musky sex-and-sweat smell of him, sighs longingly. Adoringly.

"There's no rush," Neil says, soft and quiet. What a silly thing to say when they're twined together, sweat cooling on their body, a lovely ache between his thighs. "Things'll happen as they happen."