Discord: New Message

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MT lmfao boss is shutting us down because no 1 came after you left
MT suck it conservative dickbag
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DarkAngel We’re all still at Dave and Busters.
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DarkAngel Always.
MT never

There was considerably less gaming and considerably more time with each other at the bar top. Some, Fjord and Wulf specifically, left to play a few games of basketball with their digital tickets. Others played the easy classic games that sat by the bar or air hockey. If anything, it was simply a way to waste time before Molly got off work. All the same, Caleb felt the pang of fear with his best friend who had been lukewarm about these people up until a month ago spending time alone with his boyfriend. It was not as though he thought Wulf was going to say anything negative or untoward, but it was still the panic. Wulf had been what the man considered a brother, much in the same way that Veth had returned to her position of matriarch and sisterly in his heart. With that, Caleb knew Wulf felt a considerable amount of responsibility in vetting the people who wished to take up with Caleb. The redhead now knew that was the reason he had been so set on Essek. The man came pre-approved.

He was there when Molly made his majestic entrance just after eleven with a smile on his face and both Astrid and Essek by him. They were laughing and chatting. A good and hopeful sign that whatever negative had crossed Molly’s mind was gone. While not traditional in the way most people would want to spend their Valentine’s Day, but it fit their group well. He was not sure they knew how to have a relationship that was not intertwined. In fact, he was not sure he would appreciate such a vibrant boyfriend and friend group without everyone there to enjoy it with him.

“Where is the hottie,” Molly asked as he dropped himself in Caleb’s lap as though proving his point.

“Your husband is off with Wulf being a jock,” Caleb replied and reached around him for his drink. Molly giggled.

“Should I be concerned he is trying to steal my man?”

“I promise Fjord still loves you the most. Shift please, my leg is falling asleep.”

Molly wriggled a bit and draped back for a moment. His head fell back onto Caleb’s shoulder and chest and he let out a content sigh and got comfortable. It seemed Astrid had his ID already and was ordering his drink, so Caleb wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist and resolved to do the same. He had made his choice on where he was sitting for a while.

“Thank you,” he finally said and looked over at him. It should have been awkward to be this close to Molly’s face, but it was not anymore. “Essek told me you were the mastermind.”

“I’m glad it helped.”

“And that you called me your best friend,” he added lightly. Caleb blushed. “I promise to earn it.”

“You always do, Molly.”

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SleevesRBS RIP fjord
SleevesRBS pour on e out fr the homie who is gettng the talk
HeySailor if u die can I have my hubby bck

“Is this where you give me the shovel talk and threaten my life if I hurt him,” Fjord asked casually as he tossed another ball at the net.

“I’m realistic Fjord. I don’t think I could do that much damage.” Wulf threw his ball and the net swished.

“You could hit me with a truck,” Fjord pointed out passively. Wulf nodded in agreement and smirked.

“I realized I never spent time getting to know you,” Wulf stated with a strange and detached evenness. “And I can tell… you’re not exactly about to shy away now.”

“That why you were less than friendly.” Fjord continued shooting the basketballs until the buzzer rather than looking. He reloaded the credits and started again.

“I admit I was unfair and prickly,” Wulf stated and did the same. “But I didn’t want to get Caleb’s hopes up by giving in. I was afraid he fell too hard for you too quickly because he hasn’t had many interested parties who approached him.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” Fjord grumbled and knew he was biased.

“Regardless. I know that you’re just as invested, and I hope we can try to get to know each other better.”

“I’d like that. Cad and Yasha seem like good buffers for you.”

Wulf smirked and continued to shoot. The silence stated more than anything that the other man knew Fjord was offering to ensure outings had one or both present, so he had someone to connect with. And that it was appreciated that the man had noticed at all. They finished that round and the next two in silence before heading back to the group.

Astrid (11:33pm): :(((((((((((((((
Astrid (11:34pm): :(((((((((((Wulllllfffffffffffffff
Wulfie (11:36pm): Hold on there is a serious battle happening
Astrid (11:37pm): omg is it the basketball game AGAIN
Wulfie (11:38pm): I was drunk last time and need to prove it
Astrid (11:39pm): boys.

“Wulfie,” Astrid called from where she was draped on Molly, who was thankfully no longer on Caleb’s lap but was half on Yasha’s. “I was wondering if you abandoned us forever.”

“And miss a chance as drunken debauchery? Never,” he answered. “Fjord wanted to prove he was better at hoops once and for all.”

“Was he,” Beau asked from Yasha’s shoulder.

“We tied.”

“No.”

The group snorted and let it drop. Wulf say next to Essek and joined the man in looking at his phone while Reani refilled their drinks. Fjord stood behind Caleb and took a moment to look around. A few people were there drinking, and a few glanced their way. The man’s hand shifted from the back o Caleb’s chair to resting possessively behind his neck. He felt the shudder roll down his boyfriend’s body and the man smiled. It was nice to know he had that kind of effect on him even with a touch not suggestive. It boded well for tonight.

They went their separate ways a little after midnight. Caleb and Fjord getting an Uber to their hotel room. It was nothing overly fancy, but a part of Fjord was exceedingly pleased Caleb at least sprung for a place that looked less like a standard motel. He had no desire to have the night go down in a setting that looked more fit for a stereotypical prostitute scene in a mob movie. He made no attempt to hide the smug look on his face when the attendant at the desk eyed the slightly clear bag from the corner store with specific requirements they had forgotten to pack after it was clear Astrid would not survive a drive back to Amherst that night. She made no comment, however, and was quick to hand off the key to the pair.

The moment they were in the door, Caleb locked it, flicked the dead bolt and turned to him with an exasperated look on his face. Fjord grinned sharply back at him. It was not as though he were twirling it on his finger, begging for attention.

“You’re impossible,” his boyfriend informed him without heat.

“And now you know how I feel when you tease me incessantly,” Fjord parried lightly and stepped around the man.

He tossed the bag and his duffel onto the further bed from the window and immediately moved to close all sets of blinds and curtains for privacy. He turned and felt confusion was over him because his boyfriend was not where he left him. Not that it was a sprawling room, but he had expected Caleb to stay by the bed and start to unload everything though they were there for only the night like he did when he stayed at Fjord’s. A soft tapping told him he was in the bathroom and he wandered over there. Though, the site was no less confusing, and he sighed. Caleb was tapping on the mirror with one hand while he brushed his teeth with the other.

“What in Sam Hill are you doing,” Fjord asked almost wincing at how stereotypical that sounded.

“Did you know the way to find out if it’s a real mirror is to tap and see if the sound changes,” Caleb informed him from around his toothbrush.

“And so, you inspect every hotel mirror in case,” Fjord as curiously because acknowledging the poleaxe thought of how much he… appreciated his boyfriend for this quirk was too much to handle after three fuzzy navels too many.

“Can never be too careful,” Caleb informed him then proceeded to spit out his toothpaste.

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” Fjord sighed with a smile.

Fjord left the bathroom and stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. Both were tossed onto the far bed, as well and he faced the television and turned it on ESPN with the volume barely above a murmur. Caleb joined him shortly and crossed to where Fjord was. He started to take off his shoes and socks methodically as always with his socks tucked neatly into his sneakers. They were deposited by the desk and his hair tie went on the lamp.

“Not going to check the long mirror,” Fjord teased and nodded at the mirror which half reflected the near bed back.

“Nein,” his boyfriend replied innocently.

“Oh.”

“If they are watching through that one, they deserve a show.”

Oh.

Fjord felt a bit dumb for how slow he was to respond to the statement. Caleb was already pulling him into a kiss before his break realized that yes, this was happening. And oh yeah, he was very ready for it. The man was not the most sexually driven. He never had been, much to the confusion of his very driven friends in the Navy. He had his fare share of times in clubs with girls grinding suggestively on him with little to nothing between them. It all did nothing for him. But the way Caleb went onto his toes and pulled him in, however, caused a growl to rip from his throat. Blindly hard was one way to phrase it, as he was sure he should have been lightheaded with how fast his mood changed. He pulled Caleb in flush to his body and pulled. Caleb’s mouth swallowed the sounds he felt were nearly feral as they stumbled toward the bed.

The sweater and tee shirt came off in one pull. He was in no mood for the strip tease, only for the expanse of impossibly pale flesh speckled with red. His mouth immediately latched onto Caleb’s neck and he bit and sucked at the flesh. The other man groaned. The head drooped back to give better access, even as he chastised, “Who starts at the collarbone,” weakly. It only earned another rumble in the back of Fjord’s throat and his hands dragged up Caleb’s flesh slowly. He was not as fuzzy as he had been the first few times they sent risqué messages, but the comfortable buzz did well to negate the down right fear Fjord had at the simple fact that this was all still uncharted territory for him.

But he knew what he wanted. And that was Caleb naked as soon as possible.

He released the abused flesh finally and grinned at the redness and swelling. That would be vicious looking in the morning. His mouth trailed down Caleb’s body, licking and kissing wherever he could reach with small nips. The ginger’s fingers gripped at his short hair and pulled tight, only earning more growls from the other man.

“You seem… far less apprehensive this go,” Caleb shuddered out when Fjord licked just above the elastic band of his briefs.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” Fjord replied as he started on the man’s belt and buttons. “Imagining all the possibilities.”

“Ja?”

“In technicolor.”

With a sharp tug, still not one for the grace of slowness, Fjord pulled his bottoms down and Caleb’s erection bobbed, freed from its confines. Caleb used his shoulders as balancing points to step out of the pants and they were discarded unceremoniously to some corner of the room.

“I want it all,” Caleb told him.

His voice was clear enough for Fjord to look up. The man standing over him looked nearly possessed in the moment. His blue eyes were nearly swallowed by his pupils and his face was glowing with flush. There was not an ounce of doubt in his face or tone, and Fjord knew that was Caleb giving his consent here and now. Fjord could only keep eye contact and nod, transfixed by the moment. When the beat passed, he took hold of the base of Caleb’s erection and gently licked the tip.

His boyfriend shuddered as though a shock had coursed through him. Fjord experimented for a short time on how far he could take the other man into his mouth. It was nice that he was not frighteningly large, though Fjord felt that the amount of over-sized men was a myth of the porn world. Still, the man soon grew over ambitious and went too far, only to pull back and sputter. Caleb chuckled from above him and looked down. Fjord knew he was not particularly good with this yet, but he would call himself enthusiastic. He experimented with moving his hands and mouth at the same time, sucking hard as he pulled back. All while listening to the way Caleb hissed and how the man pulled his hair.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Caleb finally pleaded.

Fjord popped off with a confused face. His eyes must have shown this as Caleb shook his head when his mouth failed to work.

“I don’t… not yet. I want to when you’re in me.”

Caleb was going to be the death of him, Fjord decided in that moment. He stood up, gathering the smaller man’s thighs as he did and lifted him up and dumped him onto the bed. Caleb giggled, almost giddy as he scooted to the headboard with Fjord crawling after him to catch up. Their mouths met again in an open and inelegant kiss. It was all, lips, teeth, and exploring hands as the larger man slowly pinned Caleb to the bed and began to thrust down against his hip. A rushed and hard rhythm was set with a near bruising force in its desperation. Finally, Fjord pulled away.

“I need…”

“Ja.”

He scrambled off the bed and peeled off his briefs and kicked them to the side. Fjord shifted the clothes that had been tossed there in search of the plastic bag, only hearing the distant crinkle of it like a mockery. He felt Caleb’s kneading hands on his ass once he found it and slowly started the war with plastic wrap and safety lids. With a condom freed and the lube almost opened, he paused and realized Caleb was spreading his cheeks more and more.

“Caleb, What the hell are you…”

And then a wet tongue dragged lightly over his hole. Fjord was not sure he’d ever admit to the noise he made in that moment, but what weight his single arm had been holding up became too much in that instant, and he dropped to his elbows. Caleb licked again, then slowly jabbed a few times. Fjord’s hips writhed and tried to move. Away from or closer to Caleb’s mouth he could not say.

“Caleb,” he panted.

“Has no one ever done this before,” was the answer he got.

When he said no, the tongue returned gently and coaxing. Fjord moaned loudly once his hole was breached and pushed his weight back greedily. He felt Caleb’s chuckle against his skin. The man continued his ministrations on his body carefully. His finger grazed over his entrance a few times as a tease. A promise for more another time. Caleb took to gently rubbing for a moment while Fjord whimpered slightly. He was no longer in the mental state to feel shame for it.

“Do you have everything ready,” Caleb asked with a smile tainting his tone.

Fjord had forgotten all about the damn lube. With shaky hands, he finished opening it. Caleb pushed away and Fjord turned to see that his boyfriend was not laying on the bed as expected. He was presenting himself quite beautifully. Fjord’s hand flew to his own dick and squeezed at the base.

“You are a sadist,” he hissed, which got an actual laugh out of Caleb. The man took pity on him and moved fully on the bed.

“It is easier in this position the first few times,” Caleb explained.

“Doesn’t alter my statement,” Fjord muttered with his face on fire.

He started slowly as the first time. He knew Caleb had been practicing both with his hands (he had an archive of video evidence) and with the toy he had dropped off one day off (he got to watch that live). His first and second finger slipped in faster and easily. And the man was careful to do exactly what Caleb had shown him while remembering what he had learned their first time. Soon, a third finger was added in and Caleb started thrusting back on his hand. Fjord was entranced by the action and ran his other hand along Caleb’s spine and to his red hair, which he gripped lightly. Caleb keened and froze, pushed back as far as he could onto Fjord’s fingers as they massaged deep inside him. The sounds coming from him were almost pained and finally he started begging.

Fjord did not both trying to prepare himself one handed but smirked at the way Caleb protested at the sensation of feeling empty. He watched the fluttering hole for a moment and knew next time he would give Caleb the same treatment he received. With the condom on and his cock slicked up, Fjord lined himself up and waited for a moment. Caleb nodded and slowly pushed back as Fjord pushed forward. There was a moment’s pause before his tip popped in and his hand gripped Caleb’s hip.

It was an agonizingly slow process of soft, shallow thrusts and pausing for Caleb to adjust and accommodate. A few times, the man shifted how his arms propped himself up and he took long breaths. Finally, Caleb held one in and pressed the last two inches back in one movement and all but sat back in Fjord’s lap. He gripped the smaller man’s hips and held him in place, not trusting himself to last long should he start moving.

He collected himself and thrust slightly into the other man, who sighed and ground down against his hips. Fjord grinned and snapped his hips forward. Caleb was sent forward a bit and back onto his hands and knees. He did not seem to mind if the moan he gave was any indication. Fjord slowly started to play with angles of his thrusts until he found the one that ripped a load noise from Caleb. The man adjusting hos he knelt and ground against the spot.

“Fuck, Fjord,” Caleb finally gasped loudly.

“Fuck this feels good,” Fjord told him with a grin. “Goddamn you’re perfect Cay.”

Caleb keened at that and something ticked in his brain. A grin spread across his face and Fjord started to thrust now against the spot he had found. Caleb lost balance and fell forward onto the pillows. He gathered them against his chest with one arm while the other reached out and pressed against the headboard. Fjord continued at the pace, not jackhammering but deep and hard so Caleb could feel all of him drag out and push back in. The English had left his boyfriend, who was now spewing phrases and pleas in German among the whimpers and whines.

Apparently, his boyfriend was not the only one with a voice kink. But Fjord was about to test a theory on what else he liked.

“Fucking hell listen to you, baby,” he purred and draped himself over the other man. “You sound so gorgeous like this. You’re so gorgeous I want to keep you like this forever. You’re doing so well.”

Caleb sobbed and tried to scoot back against Fjord’s hips as if begging for him to get deeper. Fjord reached around the man’s hips and gripped his weeping erection gently. It was enough to make Caleb groan loudly again and his hips made short, aborted attempted to thrust into Fjord’s grip and back against his body. Fjord began kissing along his neck and shoulder, biting and sucking hard at the shoulder blades. All the while his hand giving a passable hand job and his hips mercilessly moving.

“Cay fuck you’re everything I could want. Gonna do this to you forever.”

Fjord continued to murmur and pant against his boyfriend’s neck, his own sentences becoming broken English. Once the praise started fully in Spanish, he felt Caleb grow tense under him and his body clench tight around him. A second later, he came with something just shy of a shout and collapsed on the bed panting. Fjord worked him through it, holding himself perfectly still, then waited for him to relax. He was about to pull out and finish himself off in fear of over sensitizing him when Caleb’s hips made a sad but desperate attempt to thrust back against Fjord. It was enough to get the hint across.

Fjord did not last long after that, finishing with his face buried in Caleb’s hair with one arm across the man’s chest and the other holding him up by the elbow. They both stayed still for a moment, panting. Fjord peppering Caleb’s neck, shoulder, and back with soft kisses as he caught his breath.

“Admit it,” Caleb demanded. Fjord sighed.

“I’m glad you took the leftovers,” Fjord stated in defeat.

They lay naked on the far bed, the one by the window. The other one had been ruined fantastically and their stuff had been dumped to the floor for sleeping room. Caleb triumphantly handed Fjord the takeout box the bigger man insisted they didn’t need to take home once Fjord realized he was hungry. They had showered and drank a bottle of water each and were now watching a rerun of the 1994 Chicago Bulls on ESPN classics. Fjord moved and winced for a moment.

“I definitely pulled something,” he muttered. Caleb laughed at him.

“How are you going to explain that to your team physical therapist,” Caleb asked as he watched the game and ate fries.

“I’ll tell him I was ravaged by a fucking sex god.”

“Ravaged is overselling one time,” Caleb pointed out.

“We have the room for eight more hours.”

Caleb paused and looked down, contemplating the half of the burger and cold fries that sat between them.

“How about we finish eating first.”

Fjord grinned.