New Year's Eve Part 2
GAME HOES
DaddyTough what is taking y’all so long
SleevesRBS we have some people being a tad extra
DarkAngel I told Molly I should have been the one staying behind for this reason.
A few months ago, Caleb would have loved to have Essek’s lithe form between his legs. He never had imagined it would have been a possibility. He definitely never imagined the moment to be like this, with the other man critically staring down at Caleb, plucking and shaping his eyebrows while periodically pinching the bridge of Caleb’s nose when he protested or moved too much. He did not know how untamed they were until this moment. And the seven minutes the makeover had gone on. The rest of the group had made it to the club apparently and Beau had headed off with Wulf who had no desire to watch Essek and Molly groom. Caleb, of course, had been stuck with them as they both decided it was time to at least make the moment hit as hard as it could. Caleb thought that Astrid and Molly were dangerous.
Essek’s brain and Molly’s wickedness was something he would fear from this moment on.
DM: NottListening and Widogast
NottListening Should I even ask what they are up to?
Widogast [Image Sent]
NottListening The dedication is impressive
Widogast It took them ten minutes to agree on a pair of pants.
Widogast At this rate, Fjord will be drunk and their joke won’t matter.
NottListening Apparently not because Cad says they’re holding off for you to get there
NottListening And you have time before midnight
Widogast This is foolish, right? Like he is not going to be charmed at all and I will be embarrassed?
NottListening …
NottListening I think you’ll be fine
DM: SleevesRBS and TeaLeaf
TeaLeaf on our way
Fjord had known something was up when they took more than the extra fifteen or twenty minutes that Beau had promised. Granted, it was still under and hour, but there was something up. He and the rest who had met up with the hockey team had been at the club for just over a half hour after giving up on waiting at the nearby Dunkin. He had already been harried by a few girls who were itching to have a midnight kiss there, to which he politely declined as he had his partner already. That did not stop the teasing from the team, of course. All except Wyatt, who was under aged and mortified by the fact that a girl had given him a lap dance simply because someone dared her to. The two of them were sitting with Cad and Wulf, who had seemed to take a liking to the quiet, passive medical student, when he noticed the perfectly coifed silver hair of Essek reflecting the spinning lights from the dance floor. He muttered finally, catching the others attention.
Caleb was still wearing his bulky jacket, which was largely why they had secured an area at the top of the club with seats that they had go back to when they needed a break. They had changed his pants, however, into yet another sinfully tight and stretchy pair of jeans that Molly owned and cuffed them over the boots. He saw what took so long immediately. Though he had never found a flaw in Caleb’s lack of attention to finer details about his face, there was a pause in his mind now that they had covered up the exhausted bags under his eyes and done his eyebrows. Nothing crazy like the male makeup artists Jester loved, but enough that it was noticeable and made the bone structure there and to the bridge of his nose almost stand out. No. Fjord realized they had highlighted the eyebrows, too. Caleb was put through Beau’s personal hell. He looked positively ethereal.
He climbed the small set of steps and gave a nod to Wulf and Cad before leaning over the table to hug Fjord, murmuring that he wished to get the jacket off first as it was terribly hot.
“I don’t blame you on that,” Fjord chuckled as his mind settled down from the fear that he would not show after all.
He was not jealous of Essek.
Okay, he was slightly jealous still, but he had faith in Caleb to not end everything without notice. The others moved up the stairs while Caleb flitted about with enough shots for everyone, but in an assortment of colors. His careful eyes and then nose decided they were jolly ranchers and apparently the bartender had made the whole damn spectrum of them. He found the melon one and pulled it toward him and the blue one for Caleb. Astrid collected the IDs from a few people and put them in a small clap item that she then tucked into her top for safety.
“Alright, we still have an hour before midnight so let’s have fun before the ball drop,” Molly called out with a bright smile. Fjord saw Caleb’s elegant had reach for the glass out of the corner of his eyes. “To a new year!”
They tossed the drinks back after repeating the cheer. He tossed it back, glad that he had assumed correctly and put the glass down. He turned to see if Caleb was ready to head out to the floor or if he wanted a moment only to inhale sharply. Choke on that air. Make a noise that he was not sure he was proud of and thank every possible deity that he had already finished his shot before looking. He knew Caleb was thin, but in all the times they spent with each other overnight he had never seen him in less than shorts and a t-shirt. How, he was standing there with one arm resting on the back of a chair and the opposite hip canted out slightly with those long limbs on display. Their milkiness and the soft dusting of freckles from his hands and wrist that slowly fade into nothing by his elbow and lower bicep was enticing. The same down the column of his neck to his collarbone where skin was never exposed to sunlight as the man had pulled the mess of ruddy hair into a halfhearted bun. And Christ that slender neck made him feel some kind of way. He tried to avert his eyes from that and realized perhaps too late the tank top itself.
And what it said.
Had he lighter skin, Fjord knew he would be blushing bright enough to even be seen in the dim club lighting. His mouth worked stupidly to form a word or a sound for a moment, then shut with a click at the failure. Because that phrase had once been annoying and frustrating to hear, tossed at him as a joke. But on Caleb, though he knew others were behind it, that was an invitation he realized he desperately wanted. The way Caleb moved when they danced and the fact that he would be wearing that while dancing? He coughed again and looked up at Caleb who now seemed to be enjoying the attention when before it was almost shy. Now there was a smug, self-satisfied look that he only wore when it came to a clever moment. Confidence was delectable on him.
“There something wrong, Palo,” Gunther asked with the laugh barely contained.
“Not at all,” he remarked, though not as smoothly as he had hoped, not looking away from Caleb’s face.
SICK OF THIS SHIT
SleevesRBS [Image Sent]
SleevesRBS blurry but
HeySailor u brok him
ItsYaBoi Remember when he thought he was straight?
HeySailor lawl
It was like a light had been switched on Caleb when he stripped off that jacket and went to get a second drink with a few of the others. They, of course, were all done up for the night as well. Astrid with a cropped top that made him shiver at the cold air and highlighter that have her angelic face glow. Beau had on a cropped top as well with what seemed to be dress pants and suspenders. Yasha was, as always, in her monochromatic style but it seemed she had added in some jewelry and clips to the braids that were glowing under the black light. He had expected the girls, all of whom were lovely, to get attention. He had not expected to get it himself. The twink effect, as Molly laughed and explained when he returned flustered with three new glowing bracelets and an extra drink from the bartender himself, was in full effect with that tank top. It was why the next time he went to get drinks before hitting the floor Fjord stood immediately to go with him.
Caleb was waiting while Fjord was turned away, talking to one of the other defensive players when someone took up a spot beside him and pressed far too close for Caleb’s comfort. He turned and looked for a moment then almost blanched that the man was not even subtly giving him a once over before a grin crossed his lips. The other man’s eyes cast down to the shirt on his chest then back up as though the comment was permission to continue.
“Willing to amend the cowboy part of that,” the man asked in a gruff voice.
“I am all set, thank-you,” Caleb replied stiffly and turned back to the bar.
“Don’t be like that, baby. You can’t wear that and expect no one to be hopeful.”
Caleb sighed internally knowing that this was not even half what the girls faced all the time and focused on their patience rather than his own discomfort.
“Maybe a drink and a few minutes on the floor will change your mind, pretty.”
Caleb opened his mouth to reply but sucked in a breath as he was pulled backwards and down slightly into Fjord’s lap who had apparently tuned into the conversation. The hand snaked around his waist and now sat possessively on his stomach with fingers splayed out. Fjord’s body shifted against his back slightly and he could feel the warm air puff on his ear when the other man replied.
“One, he said no,” Fjord’s voice was thicker in accent than usual and Caleb felt that was for an effect. “And two, I believe you’re not the targeted demographic for this shirt.”
The man glowered for a moment while Caleb did his best to not react. He simply leaned back against Fjord and adjusted so he was more in the vee of the man’s legs than before, enjoying the press of hard muscle against his body. After a moment, the guy apologized, though he sounded hardly to be sorry, and moved further down the bar. The moment lingered before the hand on Caleb’s abdomen slid down to hold his hip, keeping him safely bracketed by those strong legs while the bartender made their order.
“Sorry… if that was…” Fjord awkwardly stammered over the music.
“Nein, I ah…” Caleb knew he was blushing. “I am almost embarrassed by how much I enjoyed that.”
“Hm?”
“You,” Caleb clarified. “Ah… being possessive. Over me.”
“Yeah,” he asked and sounded almost surprised.
Caleb hummed and nodded in response, then almost whimpered at the way Fjord dragged his nose against the skin behind his ear and down to the hinge of his jaw. For a slow, agonizing moment, he hoped and feared that Fjord would kiss there, too. It was natural that it would be the perfect time for the bartender to set the tray of drinks before them, bringing the two back to the present. The hand on his hip squeezed after they moved apart. Caleb looked up to see a hungry look in Fjord’s eyes that he had not seen before. One that he was sure meant they were not done with the moment.
M.T. Clay (11:32pm): oi pretty boy I have a proposition for you
M.T. Clay (11:32pm): don’t look at me like that, its not that kind of a proposition sheesh
Eyy Sexy (11:33pm): I am listening…
M.T. Clay (11:34pm): you see the two queens who scream ‘step on me’
Eyy Sexy (11:35pm): I assume you mean Beauregard and Yasha, so yes
M.T. Clay (11:35pm): need to make a bet with them so their bitch asses actually get down and dirty
Eyy Sexy (11:35pm): And that involves me why? And also, why are we texting, I am two feet away from you
M.T. Clay (11:36pm): want me to drag you to a bathroom stall to discuss this?
Eyy Sexy (11:37pm): I don’t even know how to answer that. Continue.
M.T. Clay (11:37pm): I make a bet that I can get either you or Wulf Daddy to be my midnight kiss and Beau has to man the fuck up and do the same
Eyy Sexy (11:37pm): And what do I get out of this in return? Other than what I assume is the after taste of dark rum.
M.T. Clay (11:38pm): oooo tongue is on the table?
Eyy Sexy (11:38pm): Focus, Molly. The clock is ticking.
M.T. Clay (11:39pm): I’ll pay for your drinks tonight and your inevitable hungover breakfast in the morning?
Eyy Sexy (11:39pm): Hmmm
M.T. Clay (11:39pm): I’ll do your hair and upkeep
Eyy Sexy (11:40pm): You are lucky you are cute, or this would not be agreeable. Very well. I will make myself available for your “surprising” victory. Also, I have now changed Wulf’s name in my phone.
Eyy Sexy (11:41pm): Also, I redo my hair every 3 weeks. I am rather high maintenance.
M.T. Clay (11:41pm): ah fuck
Eyy Sexy (11:41pm): Let’s see how the kiss goes before you amend the contract.
M.T. Clay (11:45pm): wait
“What,” Molly asked aloud to no one in particular as he was led to the dance floor by Astrid.
Fjord looked at him curiously as they found a spot with some space. Molly had been on his phone, which was not surprising as he did have minor screen addiction, for the past ten minutes on and off. It was only broken up by a short, whispered interaction between he and Beau which ended in a sharp kick to the man’s shins and her huffing in a way that Fjord now associated with embarrassment.
A few of the guys from the team had carved out an area by the front for the last few minutes of the old year. Some had been there the year before and knew that there would be champagne for free once the new year hit and some minor moment up front with confetti or streamers. Naturally, Astrid had wanted to be in the center of it all and had begged until they left the more reasonable part of the dance floor for further inward. She now was now dancing with Molly with one leg between the other’s and bodies flush. Essek had surprisingly joined them and was dancing at a respectable distance with Yasha, who had Beau dancing on her as well. Wulf and Gunther stood off to the side with drinks in hand and heads bent toward each other talking and Cad was on the floor as well, but more acting as the focal point of the group in the crowd and protector of the younger members of the group than actually dancing.
He would have focused on the group around him more had Caleb not decided to press himself fully against Fjord like they had been at the bar and moved his hands back to his hip. Unlike the first time they went out clubbing, there was no awkward distance or attempt at being polite or innocent. One of Caleb’s arms was wound behind their heads and cupping the back of Fjord’s while the other loosely held the fore finger of Fjord’s free hand. Caleb’s hips were pushed flush to his now that the taller man bent his knees. And his face was pressed to the back of Caleb’s neck. The drinks and proximity flashed tantalizing images and ideas of everything he’d like to do in that moment, so he dragged his nose along that long neck again and smirked at the way Caleb shivered.
“You sure you can’t stay a few nights,” he purred right into Caleb’s ear, making the man gasp, but nod. “Fuck.”
“Why,” Caleb asked with fake innocence. His voice was too honey sweet to be genuine.
“Even if y’all were staying the night I’d have to wait,” Fjord explained and gripped Caleb’s hip tighter.
“Hm, wait for what?”
Caleb knew exactly what he was doing, and it lit something in Fjord that he had not expected. He snarled playfully against the shell of Caleb’s ear.
“Not sure if you’ve noticed, Cay. But I can’t keep my hands off you.” To punctuate the statement, his hand moved from the waist to his lower stomach by the hem of the tank top.
“Oh, I have noticed,” Caleb replied with that same innocent tone as his hips rolled back.
Fjord bit off another growl and sighed out against his neck. He was not playing fair right now.
“Hindsight, I wouldn’t have drank tonight so I could take advantage of you being here. Begged you to stay the night with me.”
“And what would you do,” Caleb asked, spinning now to face him fully.
His blue eyes were blown wide with arousal. Dimly, Fjord’s mind took pride in that and the feeling of the other man’s growing interest in the conversation press firmly against the leg between his. His hand gripped at the hem of his tank top out of reflex.
“Fuck, I don’t even care,” he answered in lieu of saying he genuinely did not know where to begin with another man. “Anything you’d ask.”
The man announced they were about a minute from the minute and the music changed.
“Are you in the new place tonight,” Caleb asked. Fjord could only nod. “A room to yourself then.”
Again, he nodded and leaned forward wanting to taste that growing smirk. But he blinked when he, instead, found one of the man’s fingers pressed against his lips and the smile growing positively wicked.
“If you behave and wait until I get home, perhaps we can find an alternative to this issue.”
Fjord did not even have it in him to be embarrassed at the way his dick jumped at that phrasing. This was the second time Caleb had used that statement against him and he could not be ashamed at the effect it had on him by the way Caleb’s face flickered in recognition of what happened.
“I’ll behave,” he promised and was rewarded with a kiss.
Had he taken a moment to look around, he would have seen the way Molly had pulled Essek away from Yasha and Beau to pull the taller man into a long kiss while still dancing with Astrid or how his best friend was hauled forward into a second one while Essek moved to dance with that pair instead. He would have caught the delighted smile on Cad’s face as finally Beau stood on her toes and pressed an almost shy kiss to Yasha’s lips, making the woman blink, smile, and rest her forehead to Beau’s while a hand lifted to idly run along her jaw.
He was too busy consumed in his own moment. The way Caleb gripped at his hair and shirt. How Fjord was not pushed away when one hand gripped the other man’s ass as he had wanted to since the first time he wore one of Molly’s pairs of jeans. The fact that there was nothing subtle or innocent about the way they were kissing now. Harsh breathing through the nose, mostly lips and the rhythmic grind of hips against each other. For the first time with a partner, Fjord felt like a teenager again. The desperate, uncontrolled need for more. More what, he had no idea how to articulate beyond the thrum of yes that flew through his mind. He wanted. That was as far as his brain allowed him to think.
But he would behave. He would wait.
Cay (2:33am): Home. Are you still awake?
Fjord (2:33am): youre joking right
Cay (2:34am): Nein. I took a while getting home after all.
Fjord (2:34am): I think I’ve proven im pretty good at doing what you tell me
Cay (2:35am): Ja. It is something I hope to enjoy intimately.
Fjord hissed as he sucked in a breath and moved to lock the door of his room. The student apartment they were given following the Enzo incident had two rooms like a normal apartment and a kitchenette slash living room area. Right now, he cared more about the extra privacy that a shut door afforded him as Molly was in the other room. He had not expected Caleb to start right out the gate, but then he was not going to complain, either. Fuck no.
Fjord (2:36am): I hope so
Fjord (2:37am): I have to be honest I have no idea what im doing so id need guidance
Cay (2:37am): I figured, but don’t worry. The benefit of this is you will know ahead of time what I like. But if you feel at all uncomfortable let me know and I will stop.
Fjord (2:38am): darling, I have thought about this more than I think is appropriate
Fjord (2:38am): I wont be uncomfortable
Cay (2:39am): I see.
Cay (2:39am): have you thought about it with that picture I sent you? I noticed you changed your lock screen.
Fjord (2:40am): fuck. Yeah I couldn’t see it and not get turned on
Fjord (2:41am): im pavolv’s dog with you in that jersey now
Cay (2:42am): Oh. Well, I should not mention I am wearing it now, should I?
Fjord (2:42am): fuck
Fjord (2:42am): pic?
Cay (2:42am): [Image Sent]
Fjord watched the image load as he pulled off his shirt and was greeted by an image of Caleb laying on his bed over the sheets with the hand not holding the phone pulling the hem of the jersey down far enough to hide whatever he was or was not wearing. Fjord gripped himself and swore under his breath. Before responding, he took a picture of himself like that as he knew it would be his turn soon.
Fjord (2:44am): That all you’re wearing sweetheart?
Cay (2:45am): Ja.
Fjord (2:45am): I’m never going to be able to focus on hockey again. Fuck you’re gorgeous
Cay (2:46am): And you?
Fjord (2:46am): [Image Sent]
Cay (2:48am): Mein Gott you are a dream. All I could think about tonight was that body. It was difficult to focus feeling you.
Fjord (2:49am): It’s all yours, darling.
Fjord (2:50am): though I have to say I’m bordering on that time frame where I should call a doctor
Cay (2:51am): Fjord.
Cay (2:51am): I can’t with you.
Fjord (2:52am): ;)
Fjord (2:52am): let me see you, cay
Cay (2:55am): [Image Sent]
Cay (2:56am): I am not exactly much to speak of
Cay (2:57am): Fjord?
Fjord (2:57am): fuck sorry I just
Fjord (2:58am): got distracted
Cay (2:59am): By, dare I ask?
Fjord (2:59am): the startling realization how into your body hair I am. Your legs
Fjord (3:00am): fuck I could drape over you
Cay (3:01am): Are you touching yourself at the idea?
Fjord (3:01am): yeah fuck
Cay (3:02am): How do you like it.
Fjord (3:02am): slow and firm. I don’t like fast
Cay (3:02am): Can I see?
Fjord (3:03am): [Video Sent]
Cay (3:04am): Wow.
Fjord (3:05am): I could bottom if its too much
Cay (3:05am): Nein, I would just need time.
Cay (3:06am): And a lot of practice.
Fjord (3:06am): fuck
Cay (3:07am): And I know you’re quite dedicated to practicing.
Fjord (3:08am): fuck yeah
Fjord (3:09am): fuck im close
Caleb (3:10am): [Video Sent]
The video had been a shock for Fjord and he almost missed it come through. It was far from artful and dimly lit. Still, it was like a current shot through his body as he heard the meek cry of Caleb saying his name as he came. The air seemed to leave him as his own orgasm slammed into him. He was breathing heavily and body curling in at the oversensitive feeling of essentially edging the whole night. When his eyes opened, he realized he had a message and a picture waiting.
Cay (3:11am): [Image Sent]
Cay (3:11am): I advise not using this one as a lock screen.
Fjord (3:15am): you’re hilarious
Fjord (3:16am): [Image Sent]
Cay (3:17am): I’d apologize for teasing you all night but this does nothing to make me feel bad. The real shame is I am not there to clean it up.
Fjord (3:18am): You’re a goddamn menace.
Cay (3:18am): Indeed. I’ll be back in a few weeks, ja?
Fjord (3:19am): Yeah. Let’s go out. The two of us. On a real date finally.
Cay (3:20am): Ja. I would like that a lot.
Cay (3:21am): Good night, Fjord. Get some sleep x
Fjord (3:21am): G’night cay
Fjord (3:22am): Miss you already x
Cay (3:30am): Miss you too.