FIC: More Things in Heaven and Earth (RPF, NC-17, Kris/Cale, 2/4)
It was a weird feeling, waking up in the morning and remembering all over again just what had changed. Not just between him and Kris, but in him, too. He felt a little dumb, that he'd never realized before it was possible for him to want this. That it was possible for him to be this. He didn't feel bad about it, he didn't feel wrong, he just felt dumb.
But whatever. It was good and he was happy and Kris was happy and it was just what it was. They could be this for each other because they'd already been everything else, and it didn't have to be weird.
Actually, it was so not weird that less than twenty-four hours after Kris first pushed him up against a wall, Cale was humming to himself and fantasizing about getting off again.
"Hey."
Kris was half-naked in his head, but that definitely wasn't Kris's voice. Cale looked up and saw Ryland standing there, drumsticks sticking out of his back pocket and hand running through his hair, then straightening his glasses.
"Hey," said Cale, and banished thoughts of naked Kris as he gave him a smile. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," he said, "just figured I'd come and see how you were doing."
"Me?" said Cale. "I'm good. I'm great."
"Good," said Ryland. "You talked to Kate lately?"
Oh. Cale hadn't really talked much about the breakup, other than the fact that it happened. Part of him just didn't know what to say, and part of him didn't want to dig too deep because there was still some pain there, some regret that things hadn't worked out differently.
"She's good too," said Cale, even though that wasn't really the question. "It's still kind of hard to talk. Still a little raw."
"Yeah, didn't mean to pick at the scabs or anything," said Ryland. "I just wanted to see how you were doing with it all."
"I'm actually really good," said Cale honestly. He'd been a bit surprised by that at first, but then he'd just gone with it. "We did the right thing. And you can tell when you've done the right thing, you can feel it."
"That doesn't always make it easy."
"No," agreed Cale, "but it's okay. I'm okay. I'm good."
"And Kris?" said Ryland.
"What about Kris?" said Cale, eyes flicking away from him, naked Kris flashing through his head again as much as he tried to keep him under a beach towel.
"You know him better than anyone," said Ryland. "Things going all right with Katy?"
"As much as any process involving lawyers can go all right," said Cale. That much wasn't a secret. Kris was a private person, he just sometimes didn't talk about his own stuff when he was too busy being concerned with everyone else. "They're actually friends. I think he's just sad now, he's not upset or anything."
"Yeah, I get that," said Ryland, and Cale wondered if he was thinking about his own wife, if he was thinking about how he would've felt under the same circumstances. "I wasn't trying to pry."
"You were just looking out for us," said Cale, giving him a smile finally. "Thank you. But I promise we're good."
And if there was a lot more to say on that particular subject, Cale definitely wasn't sharing it. He wasn't even sure he'd know what to say if he tried.
:::
The next time it happened was a few nights later, and not in a 'frantic blowjob up against the wall at the venue' way this time. Mostly because they never even got five minutes alone in the cramped space, practically tripping over one another. Kris even almost snapped at someone when he didn't manage to get a little bit of time alone to pull himself together, which was so unlike him that Cale actually wondered if they were going to do it again at all.
But after the show Kris was fine and a little wound up and thank goodness they were here overnight thanks to another appearance in the morning, just Kris and Cale.
Kris showed up at Cale's room, knocking on his door and coming in and sitting down in a chair by the window just like a dozen or a hundred other times they'd done this. Just like any other time right up until he took his shirt off.
"Are you going to make me ask?" said Kris.
"Only to figure out what, specifically, you're asking for," said Cale. "I mean, I could give you a backrub, if you want. Or I could..."
"...rub something else?" said Kris with a crooked grin.
"Oh thank God you said it so I didn't have to," said Cale, "because I was going there, I really was. There was no veering off that course."
"I could see you were in trouble," said Kris, toying uncertainly with his shirt. "We are going to, right?"
"Oh, we are definitely going to," said Cale, "but one or both of us really needs to shut up or we're never going to make it onto the bed. Or I guess I can do you right in that chair, but it would be really hard to go vice versa and I'm kind of hoping...."
"You're right," said Kris, dropping his shirt on the floor. "About shutting up, I mean."
Then he got up and took the two steps to get him close enough to Cale and pulled Cale's shirt off too. It wasn't like Cale put up any resistance. In fact, if stretching his arms out counted, he even helped.
"You're okay, right?" said Cale, wrapping his fingers around Kris's wrist to get him closer to the bed. "You're not feeling weird about all this?"
"I just want your company," said Kris with a little shrug, pushing on Cale's shoulder to get him closer to the bed. "And if your company comes with orgasms, that's even better." It was a hard point to argue with.
"I jerked off thinking about you," said Cale, then wrinkled his nose when he realized that was both kind of gross to tell him and also something he never would've told a girl he was trying to get into bed. But it was out there now, no taking it back. "Last night. Sorry."
"No, that's cool," said Kris. "You wouldn't do that if you weren't into it."
"I kind of hoped that was obvious already," said Cale, working on Kris's pants. "Oh, come on. Next time, show up in sweats or something. I hate belts. On other people. That I have to get off."
"Point taken," said Kris. "Where did you do it?"
"Do what?" said Cale, leaving the belt hanging open while he undid Kris's pants.
"You know," said Kris. "Jerk off?"
Cale coughed politely, but it was kind of ridiculous being embarrassed about sex when you were in the middle of trying to have it. "In the shower," he said. "It's kind of the only place with time and space to...you know."
"You could tell me about it," said Kris. "You could tell me about it while I was going down on you, maybe."
"We're terrible at dirty talk," said Cale. "Like, really honestly terrible."
"Well, you could take your pants off and we could give it a shot," said Kris. "It's just you and me so it doesn't have to be embarrassing or anything. I want to hear about you, you know, doing that."
Taking his pants off, at least, seemed like an excellent idea, and Cale shimmied out of them while he tried to figure out what he was even going to say. "It's pretty vanilla," he said, licking his lips before turning back.
"We're naked and talking about fantasies," said Kris. "I don't think that's very vanilla, really. I mean, compared to other stuff."
"It's not fantasies," said Cale. "Well, okay, obviously it's a fantasy, but it's not all wild or anything. It's not really creative."
"I want to hear anyway," said Kris, tugging Cale closer and brushing a kiss over his collarbone. "Tell me?"
He was going to try, obviously. He was going to try to tell him without feeling ridiculous about it. "We were on the beach," he said finally as Kris kissed down his body. "We were alone on the beach, on a beach blanket."
"At sunset?" said Kris, kissing his hipbone. Cale could feel him smiling.
"If you're going to make fun of me, I'm not going to do this," said Cale, his fingertips grazing over the back of Kris's shoulder. It already felt warm.
"Not making fun," Kris promised him. "Fantasies are allowed to be cliché. It's fun."
"It's not cliché," said Cale. "It's not sunset, or nighttime, or dawn. We're just on a beach together. Making out. In the sunshine."
"So we're naked," said Kris, kissing the side of his cock, almost actively avoiding the head.
"Yeah," said Cale, biting down on his lip for a moment to try not to react too much to just that. But Kris's lips were on his cock and there was no way he wasn't reacting to that. "Yeah, we're naked. And you go down on me."
"Like this?" said Kris, slipping his lips over the head of Cale's cock.
"Just like that," said Cale, and Kris didn't ask any questions anymore, he just sucked him, hands gripping Cale's thighs and letting him slide further into his mouth. "And we're...we can hear the waves, and the birds, and we're just doing it like we don't have a care in the world."
Right now he didn't really have a care in the world either because this, right here? This felt exactly the way it did in his imagination. This was what he was thinking about when he jerked off in the shower. And as much as he'd enjoyed his beach fantasy the last couple of days, this moment right now was probably what he was going to be thinking about the next time. He was going to remember the way Kris's mouth felt, the way his hair felt, the way his skin felt.
He stopped talking then, just gripped Kris the way Kris was gripping him and let his mouth fall open and gasped and whimpered and let Kris suck him off. It was still a little clumsy, they both were, but it was so good. So good.
"I'm gonna," he said, pressing his thumb into Kris's shoulder. "I'm gonna come."
Kris hadn't pulled off before so Cale didn't think he was going to pull off now, but he still let him know, he let him know how close he was and then he gripped him a little harder and his breath caught and he was coming before he knew it.
Kris even licked his lips afterwards, which was maybe one of the hottest things Cale had seen, in real life or anywhere else too. Because it was him and Kris, and what could be hotter than having orgasms together?
"Okay," he said, catching his breath, "okay, yeah, lie back, okay? Lie back. You don't have to talk, just lie back and let me do this."
Kris shifted on the bed and pushed the pillow out of the way and lay back, letting Cale take over. Cale just sort of looked at him for a minute, though, at the way Kris was flushed and hard, and mostly at his mouth. He had a hard time stopping thinking about Kris's mouth, at times like this and at completely inappropriate times too. He figured he should've been returning the favor but he couldn't help just kissing him for a little while first.
It wasn't like Kris seemed to have any objection to that either, and maybe they were both just trying to get off here but they both kind of liked to make out, too. There was nothing wrong with that. It was fun and hot and whatever, they both liked it.
But okay, Cale's fantasy didn't stop at Kris going down on him, because that first time they did it, even though it was fast and kind of uncomfortable, Cale discovered he actually really liked the way it felt. He liked doing it. He liked the feel of it in his mouth, and maybe he'd feel awkward about that if it wasn't Kris, the person he probably felt the most comfortable with in the whole world.
So after they kissed for a while, after Cale's lips already felt wet and warm and a little swollen from the attention, that was when he moved down the bed and started sucking Kris off with all the confidence he had in his fantasy. He'd done this before. Nothing to it. And really there wasn't, it was so easy to slide his mouth over him, to run his tongue over the head of Kris's cock and then over the bundle of nerves that got a gasp out of Kris, got a little thrust of his hips.
Cale kind of wanted him to try that more this time, made a real point of not holding Kris down with his hands as he moved his mouth over Kris's cock. And Kris had jerked his hips a little last time, shallow little thrusts that didn't approach Cale's throat at all, but this time he was a little more daring.
They were both a little more daring.
Kris didn't actually thrust into his throat, but it was deeper and faster and Cale was ready enough for it that he could still use his tongue on him.
"I'm probably going to jerk off to this tomorrow," said Kris, then gave a little breathy hiccup and came.
This time, Cale didn't have any trouble swallowing it all. And just because he could, he waited until Kris was watching and licked his lips afterwards too.
Kris just grinned at him and tried to grab a handful of Cale's hair to pull him back up the bed.
"Yep," said Cale as he rested an arm over Kris's chest. "It's all still pretty awesome."
"Never had any doubt about it," said Kris. "That's the best thing about this. We both want all the same things."
:::
Things between them hadn't really changed at all. Of course they'd changed, obviously, in that they were contributing to mutual orgasms at pretty much every legitimate opportunity, but everything else hadn't changed. They were still exactly the same people to one another outside of the bedroom, and that was actually pretty awesome.
Of course, there were little things. Cale kind of had to remember that licking Kris's ear in public wasn't really appropriate. And he'd caught Kris twice moving like he was going to touch Cale in a slightly inappropriate way. But then it was Kris, and Kris could probably get away with that because he touched everyone. But the ear lick, that was definitely something that should be saved for a more private moment.
"I need to figure out a better way to wish you luck before a show," murmured Cale.
"Better than saying 'good luck' to me?" said Kris. "Because that's probably good enough."
"You know what I mean," said Cale. "You probably know what I want to do."
"What you want to do to me and I want to do to you have nothing to do with what we do on stage," said Kris, looking at Cale out of the corner of his eye and smirking just a little.
"Maybe I'll start slapping your behind," said Cale.
"We're not football players."
"But if it's not too gay for football players, it's not too gay for us," said Cale.
"It's not about being too gay," said Kris, giving him a little elbow. "Okay, if you want to slap my ass, go right ahead. Just don't leave marks."
"No, I'll save the marks for afterwards," said Cale, and was rewarded by a slight flush to the back of Kris's neck, that only he could see. "Wait, crap, we're not in a hotel tonight, are we?"
"We might need to find a bathroom stall if you keep that up," said Kris. "Oh, Torres is looking."
Cale just gave him a cocky wave and knocked his knuckles against Kris's knee and got up again because he wanted to personally make sure his guitar was ready to go.
And it was the same as always between them, except more now. Maybe because ever since Cale joined the band, or maybe just a little after Cale joined the band, they'd been this close, this intimate, and nobody thought anything of it anymore. Not even them.
:::
Cale blew off a coffee invite from Andrew to blow Kris up in his room before he left for press rounds, which turned into mutual blowjobs because when did they ever pass up the opportunity for that, and for the first time felt a little weird and unsettled about it afterwards.
"What's wrong," said Kris as he buttoned his jeans and tried to fix his hair. It looked ridiculous, but then no one would be able to tell it apart from how Kris usually looked.
"Nothing," he said, but lying about it just made him feel worse. "Andrew asked me to coffee."
Kris sort of frowned at him, not in the unhappy way but in the confused way. "Like a date?"
"What? No!" said Cale, pulling his own pants back up. "I told him I couldn't, so that I could race back up here and do it with you before you left. Well, I didn't tell him why, just that I couldn't."
"But you wanted to go with him?" said Kris. "I would've been okay with that. Well, okay, I might've made you make up for it later, but I would've survived."
"No, I wanted to come up here," said Cale. "I'm just worried...you know."
"Oh," said Kris, and from the way he inflected it, the way he looked at him, Cale knew that Kris understood what he was saying now. "Hey, it's normal for us to be like this. We're supposed to not be able to get enough of each other right now. It's not something to worry about."
He pulled Cale's zipper up for him, straightened his shirt and then gave him a soft kiss. And it wasn't that they weren't gentle with one another sometimes, but there was a new kind of tenderness in it.
"As long as we're not skipping work for sex, I think we're all right."
"I don't even skip meals for sex," admitted Cale. "Apparently I can be convinced to delay them, though."
"Or we could combine meals and sex," said Kris. "It might get a little messy, but let's be honest, sex is pretty messy to begin with."
"It hasn't been, though," said Cale.
"What?"
"Sex with you hasn't been messy. I mean, you swallow, right? And if we spill it's pretty...contained." Kris was just staring at him, kind of grinning. "What?"
"It's cute when you try to talk about sex," he said. "Or is it just trying to talk about sex with me?"
"I was trying not to get all dirty about it," said Cale. "But it's true. We don't get that messy."
"Is that a hint?" said Kris. "Because I bet if we ever got more than about a half an hour to do anything, we could mess up a bed pretty nicely."
Cale swallowed hard. "I think you shouldn't be allowed to say that when we don't have more than half an hour. We only have a couple more minutes before you have to go."
"Something to look forward to, then," said Kris. "We're back in the hotel tonight."
"People will talk."
"People won't even notice. We rehearse in my room all the time," said Kris. "Nobody will care."
"Now I'm thinking about it," said Cale. "Why did I let you convince me to wear tighter jeans?"
"That wasn't me," said Kris. "That was you wanting to look just like me. I know I'm pretty awesome now, but you don't have to do everything just like me."
"Next time someone asks me if you've let fame go to your head, I'm telling them the truth," said Cale.
Kris just laughed and grabbed hold of Cale's open shirt and pulled him down for a kiss, his lips wet and soft as they slid crookedly against Cale's. It was kind of wonderful.
"You really do have to go," said Cale, "and if Lizzie catches us like this it's going to be way worse than that time with the pot."
"If we can't compose ourselves in time to answer a knock at the door, we deserve to get caught," said Kris. "Are you going to check out this city this afternoon?"
"Nah," said Cale. "I think I'm going to go see if Andrew's still downstairs."
:::
Cale knew that things were different with him than they had been with Katy, and not just because he was a guy. Kris and Katy had been high school sweethearts, and Cale knew for a fact they'd waited to be together (not till they were married, but for a long time), and Cale had never been someone to jump into bed with someone himself. But things were different with him and Kris, and he couldn't say they felt wrong. Just different.
Sometimes he worried about it, just a little, like this was some kind of frantic rebound for both of them, but then Kris would rest his head on Cale's shoulder and Cale would wrap an arm around him and even if they weren't saying it, it was a lot more than that. They were friends first, last and always.
And if they were having a lot of sex, well, they were both healthy guys who were learning things about being together that hadn't exactly been taught to them in any other way. Experimentation was their only option.
Well, one of their only options anyway.
"Have you ever asked Adam Lambert about sex?"
"I didn't have to ask," said Kris. "Adam and I talk about all kinds of things, including sex. Or do you mean, did I ever ask technical questions?"
"The second one," said Cale. "I mean, if you were curious and all, and you had a vast repository of gay sexual knowledge at your fingertips."
"I'm telling him you called him that the next time we talk."
"I swear, coming from me, right now, it is the highest possible compliment I could give. Most of the time these days I wish I were a vast repository of gay sexual knowledge."
"Well, no, not really," said Kris. "I never asked him questions like that. But we talked about enough stuff that I like to think I picked up some pointers. Little tidbits dropped here and there. If I ever wanted to give Adam Lambert a blowjob, I would know exactly how to do it."
"But you don't, right?"
"Why, are you jealous?"
Cale just shrugged. "Well, no," he admitted. "As long as I'm not the consolation prize."
"That's the dumbest thing I ever heard," said Kris, punctuating it with a friendly smack on Cale's ass. "If I wanted to give Adam Lambert a blowjob? We would have found a way to make it happen. The fact that we didn't means that we wanted other things more."
"But...you could ask him now, right?"
"You want me to ask Adam about sex?"
Cale shrugged. "You don't want to know the sites that popped up when I tried to look it up on the internet. I closed out of all of it pretty quickly. I didn't need to be seeing that."
"That's what you did this afternoon?"
"I had to do something," said Cale. "And seriously, you do not want to know."
"He'd want to know why I was asking," said Kris, "and if he asked, I would have to tell him. I wouldn't be able to lie about it. I wouldn't want to lie about it. It's way easier to just stay silent."
"And you don't want to tell him."
"I do, actually," said Kris. "But I don't want to do it over the phone, you know? It feels like something that should be an actually face to face conversation. Possibly while not quite sober. I don't want to call him and say 'hey, so, I'm doing this thing with Cale and we need some recommendations on positions'."
"We do, though," said Cale, giving him a sheepish grin. "Need recommendations."
"No we don't," insisted Kris. "I mean, not yet. I think we're doing pretty well just going on instinct so far."
"But eventually."
"Eventually," said Kris. "Eventually I might make you find your own gay guru too."
"You've got the best gay guru on the planet," insisted Cale. "Why go looking anywhere else?"
"So are we just going to talknot having sex," said Kris. "I don't know why you thought I would be any good at it while you've got my dick in your mouth, or whatever."
"Come here," said Cale, wrapping his fingers around Kris's wrist and pulling him closer. The plan wasn't just to grab him and kiss him, but once Kris was close Cale couldn’t help that bit. And it wasn't like kissing got in the way of Cale's plan. It was just...foreplay. Once he was a little breathless and Kris was swaying like he was dizzy, Cale picked him up and planted him on the table in the corner, feet dangling over the edge.
"This is like how you used to make me stand on things so we'd be the same height," said Kris.
"This is nothing like how I used to make you stand on things," said Cale, and tugged Kris's pants off. "And I didn't make you."
"No, you've never made me do anything," said Kris, leaning back on his hands and letting his thighs fall open. "I was always willing."
"We may suck at dirty talk, but you're pretty good with the innuendo," muttered Cale, bracing himself against the edge of the table then leaning in to take Kris into his mouth, sucking him down hard and fast. And not only was Kris willing, but he was definitely an active participant. Maybe he couldn't move much, maybe all he could do was make loud, desperate sounds, but that was definitely participating.
Cale wasn't quite standing and wasn't quite kneeling and his legs started to ache and he just didn't care because Kris spread out on a table was ridiculously hot and all he could think about was enjoying it.
Kris actually shouted and knocked his head back against the table as he came, and Cale gripped his thighs tightly, holding them open as he swallowed.
There was a banging fist on the wall from the room next to Kris's, and Cale just laughed as he pressed his forehead to Kris's hip. "That wasn't one of ours, right?"
"No, that's not one of ours," said Kris. "But he sounds like he's going to call hotel security on us if we get any louder."
"Good thing I'm not the loud one, then," said Cale as he stood up, as Kris slid awkwardly off the table onto shaky legs and pushed at Cale's chest. Cale thought they were heading for the bed until Kris just pushed him into the desk chair and dropped to his knees in front of him.
"Your turn."
:::
"No," said Cale when Kris grabbed his shirttail and tugged him towards the crisp hotel bed.
"Wait, what?" he said, stopping abruptly at the foot of the bed and looking like Cale just killed his puppy. "Really?"
"I don't mean not at all!" Cale said quickly. "But you're gross, dude. You have about six layers of sweat on you, and so do I. First shower, then make out."
"Come on, really?" said Kris. "We're not that bad."
"We really are," said Cale. "And something smells a little bit like fish, too. I think it got spilled on my pants after the show."
"We could make out before and after," Kris tried to compromise. "Just a little something to take the edge off? I've been thinking about getting back here since we got off stage. The ride over was torture."
"No," said Cale, and this was clearly going to take some heroic measures. He stopped trying to argue and just reached out and pulled Kris's t-shirt up off over his head.
"That's more like it," said Kris, but Cale wasn't finished. He worked on the pants next, which as always were a little more difficult now that Kris wore them tight enough to show off his every stray thought. Kris was helpful, though, as eager to get out of them as Cale was to get him out.
Then Cale bent down, lifted a surprised Kris onto his shoulder and hauled him into the bathroom.
"Oh, are you kidding me?" said Kris, but he was laughing as he said it, Cale could feel the breath on his back and the flexing of his abdominal muscles on his shoulder.
"You left me no choice," said Cale, leaning in to turn the water on with Kris still over his shoulder. "I know how you like to multi-task in there, though, so I thought I could just join you. You know, two birds, one stone. Maybe three or four birds if we're lucky."
"I'm not sure I've got three or four birds left in me," said Kris as Cale finally put him down again so that he could get his own clothes off.
"Don't expect me to lovingly wash your hair or anything," Cale warned him. "You're on your own."
"Thank you for that," said Kris. "I'm not sure how comfortable I would be with you lovingly doing anything to me like that."
"How about if I lovingly suck you off?" said Cale. "You probably wouldn't have any complaints about that."
"It's definitely the kind of service I don't get from my hair people," said Kris. "Not that I would want it. Actually, forget I said that."
"I didn't hear anything," said Cale, "I was too busy getting into the shower."
And he wasn't kidding about the blowjob, although they did a whole lot of groping leading up to it. Groping with soap for at least some part of it, which he figured didn't count as lovingly soaping each other up since the soap was fairly incidental and the part where he got his hands all over Kris's wet body was the important part. If Kris's ass was extra clean when they were done, well, Cale made no apologies for that. He was fairly sure his own was pretty spotless too.
And then right when Kris reached for the shampoo, Cale dropped to his knees and pressed an open mouthed kiss to the base of Kris's cock. "Keep doing what you're doing," he said, just loud enough to be heard over the spray.
"I'm going to blind myself or something," Kris muttered, but he braced himself with one arm against the wall and continued to lather with the other hand as Cale kissed his way up Kris's cock till he had the head in his mouth. It wasn't something he could brag about, or even really tell anyone, but he felt like he was actually getting pretty good at this. He was getting a lot of practice, anyway, and it was hard not to get good at the things you really loved.
He barely even noticed the spray that cascaded over him, the suds that slipped over Kris's hip and occasionally over his own cheek which found itself directly in the path of least resistance. He couldn't swallow him all the way down yet, but he was getting there. And since he was comfortably balanced on his knees here, Kris's legs braced wide to keep his own balance, Cale slipped a hand between Kris's legs and fondled his balls.
He didn't really plan to go further than that, but they were in a shower and they were slick and wet and soapy, and they'd talked about this, so he let impulse drive him and slid his hand further back between Kris's legs, rubbing the bit of skin there and then, before he could let himself second guess it, pushing his finger against Kris's hole.
Kris jerked against him but Cale was ready for that, just holding Kris's cock in his mouth for a moment more than actually doing anything with it, until Kris could react to what was going on.
"Yeah, that's good," Kris breathed finally, bracing himself with both hands now. "Yeah, okay."
Cale took him at his word and actually pushed his finger inside, just halfway, just as far as was comfortable for him and maybe for Kris, too. Then he resumed his interrupted blowjob, licking and sucking along his cock till Kris choked and sprayed water and came down Cale's throat. He just barely managed to swallow before pulling his finger out and washing his hands under the spray and then standing up to meet him.
Kris's first response was to grab Cale by the back of his neck and kiss him hard. His second was to reach down and wrap his hand around Cale's cock and start jerking it hard and fast while they were still kissing. Cale felt like he couldn't get any air, but the dizziness just made everything more intense. He knew he was close before he even stood up, had considered jerking himself off before he did because it would've taken only a few moments, but this, this was so much better.
They were still kissing when he came, biting down against Kris's lower lip, and when he finally opened his eyes again and pulled back to breathe and look down, the water had already washed it all away.
"So we should try that again," he said, reaching past Kris to turn the water off.
"If we're going there, then we should do it right," said Kris, "and I think I'm ready to go there now if you are."
"It just sort of happened," said Cale. "It felt right. I figured, if you didn't want it you know how to say no."
"Clearly we both know how to say no," said Kris wryly. "We'll need stuff, though. Not just lotion. I guess we'll have to...buy it."
"You don't have people who can do that for you?"
"Do you want to tell them why we need lube?" said Kris. Privately, Cale thought part of their job was to get Kris what he needed and not judge him for it, but...no, he didn't want to be the one to tell anyone why he and Kris needed lube. Or even why Kris needed lube, since Cale wouldn't necessarily have been considered part of that particular equation. "I can't just go out and buy it."
Cale sighed, but he also smiled. "That leaves the Internet, or me."
"We can wait, if you want," said Kris, but Cale already knew there would be no waiting.
"Just this once," he said. "Then after that it's Internet all the way, for anything else we decide we might need."
"We aren't going to need a sex swing," said Kris. "I'm telling you that right now."
Cale tried to cover his horrified look by reaching for the towels. "Not what I had in mind," he said, "but thank you for the reassurance. I'll sleep better at night."
"You sleep like a baby every night," said Kris. "Or at least, you do when you're with me. Or in the next room on the couch."
"Don't dissect my figures of speech," said Cale, wrapping the towel around Kris's waist before thinking about what he was doing. "And I did not just lovingly wrap you in a towel."
"Noted," said Kris. "So...you're going shopping tomorrow morning, right?"
Cale had to laugh. "Unless you want me to go right now." There was a definite pause. "You do want me to go right now!"
"There was a Walgreen's on the corner, right?" said Kris. "And it's the middle of the night. It's the best time to go. Nobody's going to care what you're doing or what you're buying."
Cale thought about grumbling out some kind of protest, but...okay, he kind of wanted to try this out now too, and since they needed a little bit of recovery time anyway (though not as much time as it was going to take for him to get to the corner and back) he might as well just go and get this done.
"You owe me one," he said, and as he threw on his clothes over damp skin and raced down to the drug store about as fast as he could do it without looking like there was life or limb on the line, he thought about just what that 'one' was going to be. By the time he got back to the hotel room-red-faced and not because of his haste-he had a whole list.
"That was quick," said Kris, reaching to pull his shirt off before the door had even finished closing.
"She told me to have a good night," said Cale, tossing the bag on the bed. "She told me to have a good night."
"And you will," Kris promised him.
Cale didn't want to think about what she might've said if he'd bought condoms too. He thought about it, even stopping in front of them for a little while, but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. One day, though. Maybe. Just not tonight. And those at least were much, much easier to come by.
"I feel like I need to shower again," said Cale, but Kris was having none of that, backing up towards the bed with Cale in tow.
"My body's going to decide it wants to sleep soon," he said, "and I want to try this out before it does."
"I could try it out after it does," agreed Cale, "but that would probably be a lot less fun for you. A lot less fun for me too, actually."
"So we're agreed that we'd like to do this while I'm still conscious," said Kris, looking pointedly at Cale's pants. It definitely did not take Cale long to get out of them, though it took him longer to figure out just how and where he should get onto the bed to do this. "You're thinking about this too much."
"I just want to get it right," he said, then sort of laughed at himself and just followed Kris onto the bed because seriously? It was probably going to be awkward as all hell and the sooner he accepted that the sooner he could have his hands all over Kris's body again.
"Better," said Kris, grinning at him and making Cale feel right at ease again. Even with the paper bag sitting somewhat intimidatingly on the bed next to them. Rather than let the nerves and anticipation hang over his head, Cale just bit the bullet and tore it open and got the lube out. If he could buy the stuff, he sure was heck was getting some use out of it.
"Do you want me to go down on you a little first?" he said, even as he examined the bottle a little more closely than he had in the store, where he'd pretty much just found it and snatched it up without pausing to debate the merits of one brand versus another.
"Have I ever said no to that question?" said Kris. "Except that one time at dinner, and I'm pretty sure you weren't seriously suggesting it as a way to get me to eat my broccoli."
"Maybe if we hadn't been in the middle of a restaurant at the time," said Cale, and then his attention was all on Kris again, on the way he was still a little warm from the shower, his hair leaving a damp spot on the pillow. He didn't care if Kris hadn't actually answered the question, he was still going to give that cock a little attention before they did anything new.
He didn't really go down on him, not like he knew he could, but he did kiss up his thighs and over his abdomen and up his cock till he was sucking on the head a little bit. And he was still a little iffy and awkward about the whole mouth-on-balls situation, but he gave them some light kisses too while he urged Kris to spread his legs.
And this was it. This was premeditated, not just the instinctive push of his finger in the shower. But Kris was already biting his lip and spreading his legs with not a lot of urging from Cale, and Cale was flipping the bottle open before he knew it.
"Okay, here goes," he murmured, and spread Kris's cheeks a little with one hand while pressing two weirdly slick fingers of the other against his hole. It was a little different looking at it, too, watching the way Kris's muscles worked, the way he squirmed against both of Cale's hands. It was strange and new and kind of awesome, too.
He wasn't looking as he pushed the first finger inside, though-his attention was back on Kris's cock again, kissing his way up it then back down again, doing everything but take it into his mouth as he moved his finger, slid it in and out a little and tried to keep his eyes on Kris's reactions.
He squirmed a little at first, like he wasn't really sure about it, but then after a moment he was pushing back against Cale's finger, like he wanted more. And Cale had more to give, though he had to pull away from Kris's cock again as he did it, carefully sliding a second finger into him alongside the first. This time he was slower, uncertain of the stretch and really never having done anything like this before, not to anyone else and definitely not to himself.
"Okay?" he said as Kris started squirming again.
"Yeah, yeah," said Kris. "No, it's good, you can go harder."
It wasn't just for Kris's sake that Cale had been going slowly, but it was entirely at Kris's request that he pushed in a little faster and a little harder, twisting his fingers as he did and getting an actual gasp out of Kris. And then another, along with a hitched breath, as he lavished some attention on his cock again. This time he did suck on the head a little bit as he twisted his fingers inside Kris's body again and started rubbing himself against the bed because he only had so many hands.
"Wow, yeah, good," said Kris, swallowing hard and sounding breathless. "Can you go deeper?"
Cale could, and he did, pushing to the absolutely limit and twisting his wrist to give Kris that extra millimeter that couldn't be gotten other way. When he did Kris sucked in a huge breath and Cale thought something had gone horribly wrong until Kris shakily exhaled again.
"Right there, never stop," he said, and Cale did everything he could to do exactly what Kris wanted him to do. It really was messy and kind of awkward doing this, but he could imagine a time when it would be way less awkward, when it was something they did all the time.
But okay, it would probably always be messy.
The way Kris was reacting this now, as into it as Cale had ever seen him, Cale just got more and more turned on himself, and as he moved to go down on Kris again, really go down on him this time, swallowing him as far as he could go, his hips rocked harder against the bed, giving himself all the relief he could.
Kris groped at him helplessly as Cale fingered him and sucked him, his legs splayed wide and his mouth open and his head tilted back like it was all too much, like he couldn't even watch. He came suddenly but not without warning, his fingertips digging into Cale's shoulder and a rough moan escaping from him, much as he'd obviously been trying to hold it back.
Even as he swallowed, even as he carefully pulled his fingers out and wiped them against the bed, Cale kept rocking against the bed, his hips working hard even as Cale tried to convince his body to hold off just a little bit longer. When Kris tried to pull him up the bed to join him, Cale was already shaking with orgasm, helpless to stop it.
He was so, so embarrassed that he came before Kris could even touch him, but Kris just laughed and made Cale kiss him and looked like it was maybe the most awesome thing Cale had ever done.
"So you're that into me, huh?" he teased him.
"You already knew that," grumbled Cale, but he was kissing Kris's neck as he said it. "And anyway, you just let me put my fingers in your ass, so whatever."
Kris just laughed again, and sounded utterly and uncomplicatedly happy. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I guess I did."
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