Vestige

~*~Chapter Five~*~



Caleb’s eyes flashed open, and for a moment, that strange world lingered before his eyes. Polished gold and crumbling marble trembled there briefly, before the real world seeped through.



He was thoroughly confused when he felt hair enter his mouth as he breathed in, and hot skin under his palm. His eyes tilted down and saw Felix there, Caleb spooned against his back with his hand resting on Felix’s naked hips. It was muggy and sticky in his bedroom, both of their naked bodies cozied above the sheets, Felix’s feet wrapped around Caleb’s own. Despite the heat, Caleb pressed even tighter to Felix, fingers curling on his hip, mouth lowering to lightly bite his earlobe.



Felix stirred, moaning softly, pressing his rear back onto Caleb’s lap, one hand sliding up to bunch in Caleb’s hair. He murmured something unintelligible, brain still foggy with sleep. Caleb could honestly say he had never wanted someone as much as he wanted Felix in that moment. It was not merely a physical ache, but a slow, burning agony in his chest. He breathed into Felix’s ear, some lusty words that flowed from him effortlessly, his hand slipping down Felix’s smooth, muscular thigh, scratching him gently.



“Caleb,” Felix groaned, voice thick and rough with sleep, “Caleb.” He meant to say more, but his mind struggled to come up with any kind of witty response; it also seemed unable to throw up any blockade against the lascivious press of Caleb’s hard, sticky body. He thought then of how foolish he had been, keeping the man at arm’s length, struggling to resist him. If the passion between them was this intense; if just the murmur of his voice and the light tickle of his curls against his skin sense such a quiver through him, how could he possibly resist him?



Taking it slow with Caleb was tantamount to walking slowly through a fire. The burn was painful, deep down inside of him, and he did not have the strength to push him away. Felix could feel some powerful fate pushing them inexorably deeper; but he did not blame his lack of resistance on such things. Caleb made him weak, made him want to give in; and there was nothing supernatural about it. Nothing to do with destiny.



He was human, and he was lonely. And Caleb was irresistible to him. Felix turned into his arms, hunting his mouth and savagely making it prey beneath his own. He bit his lips and sucked on his tongue and invaded Caleb’s mouth with horny aggression; and he could feel the blonde’s surprise at his sudden animalistic hunger. He could also feel his uneasiness at having his lips dominated. But what Felix felt more than anything was the interested rise of Caleb’s cock against his hip.



Felix flipped the man as one would a weightless feather, putting his body on top of Caleb’s muscular hips and looking down into his stunned jade eyes. “You are an irresistible creature, Caleb Bennett,” Felix told him huskily, leaning forward a few inches to brush his bottom against Caleb’s hot, stiff flesh. They shivered together, Caleb gripping Felix’s hips and thrusting up against him. Felix could sense Caleb’s eagerness to turn the tables, to retain some semblance of control; but he could not let the man own him in such a way.



Letting him own his body would be the same as letting him own his mind, and Felix could not be tamed. He could not be kept under Caleb’s thumb that way, could not be his smiling, doting woman. He knew this was what Caleb desired, even if the man himself had not yet realized it. He wanted a man who would worship him, who would sit there quietly and beautifully and hang from his arm like some lovely decoration.



Felix was not an ornament. He was a man with his own thoughts and feelings and views. There was so much Caleb did not know about him, so much that Felix did not understand about Caleb. But in the early morning sunshine, they would discover those things and more through the entwining of their bodies. They would discover dark secrets and primal emotions; and the first thing Caleb would learn would be that Felix was not his pet.



“I don’t want to own you, Caleb,” Felix murmured against his lips, watching the uneasiness linger in Caleb’s eyes. “I want to love you. Will you let me?”



Caleb had never lain down for another man, had equated it to submission all of his life. How could he maintain control and his own masculinity with someone so deep inside of him? How could he possibly keep his own battered sense of pride when someone pushed into him and tore it to shreds?



But Felix’s are were warm and sweet and understanding. His body shifted between Caleb’s thighs, his small body looking strangely lovely tucked there. That gypsy smile was patient, but the press of Felix’s arousal against his flesh was not. “I can’t stop you,” Caleb sighed, closing his eyes. “I mean, I won’t stop you.”



Felix traced his lips over Caleb’s eyelids, in a way that made the blonde shiver beneath him. He let his mouth wander the journalist’s face, almost scouting his features with feathery kisses. The sharp bridge of his nose, the high arch of his cheekbones, the small cleft in his chin. These slight imperfections did not faze Felix, or the trail of his lips. He blindly sought and found the curve of Caleb’s jaw, examining it briefly with teeth and tongue.



“What are you doing to me?,” Caleb asked him. Unlike his usual strong, cheerful voice, he sounded desperately weak. “What do you want from me, Felix?”



The answer was warm against his jaw; “Everything.”



Caleb tilted his head to the side as Felix moved to his throat, the skin there slightly damp with sweat. He licked the acrid dew from his lover and found the slope of his shoulder. As it had been in his dreams, freckles dusted the skin there. Felix kissed them as he had in his erotic visions, wishing that he had the time and the patience to press his lips to every last one. Wishing that he had an eternity in which to run his mouth over the blonde and feel him tremble.



He slid down his body like a waterfall, and very few inches of Caleb were spared from his mouth. Perhaps spared wasn’t the right word. When Felix kissed him, Caleb felt blessed.



There were patches of saliva from his jaw to his hips, marking Felix’s trail. His nipples were bruised and erect from Felix’s mouth, a line of saliva running down the center of his chest to his bellybutton; which Felix had probed in a way that had made Caleb laugh and quiver with nervousness.



His hips were lavished upon by Felix’s teeth, the deep, muscular grooves in his pelvis traced with burning fingertips. Caleb had never been explored in such a way before; was used to his body being treated in a utilitarian manner, a vehicle used for nothing but sexual transport. Felix, though… He was treating his body like a marvel, like some gift from Heaven that had to be tested with trembling human fingers and a shaking human mouth.



And then the crown of his penis was being explored with Felix’s teeth and tongue. Not like the previous night, where he had sloppily and eagerly devoured his piece and probed at his head with merciless glee. That morning, he loved on his erection as though he had never before put his lips on something so tantalizing and tasty.



Felix’s tongue stroked Caleb’s cock from hilt to tip, curling around the shaft with serpentine flexibility. His steamy breath rushed against Caleb’s manhood, his silken lips and pearly teeth teasing at him. Caleb watched him, traced the sunlight across his back, bending into shadows in the crook of his spine, splashing across his raised bottom. He had never seen such a gorgeous man in all of his life; and he knew he could live another thousand years and never find another who was so breathtaking.



Again he was being deep throated, again he was murmuring Felix’s name and winding his fingers through his hair. But Felix pulled from him, cooling Caleb’s swelling fire to nothing but hotly burning embers. The blonde felt those lips run down, over his balls, gently pulling these inside before wandering lower…



“Felix,” Caleb breathed, feeling the man lift his thighs and his hot breath press against his anus. “Felix, nn… No.”



“Yes,” Felix told him, trailing a soft lick over Caleb’s entrance, fingers squeezing his bottom. “Yes, yes.” He licked rougher, gently probing at him with his tongue, face pressed between Caleb’s ass, his sounds guttural and erotic.



Caleb whined in his chest, toes pressing on Felix’s shoulders, as though he meant to push the man away. But he did not, only curled his toes on his brown skin and shivered as Felix invaded him. There was a moment where he almost made him stop, where he took the reigns and dragged Felix into submission, but it passed. He recognized that Felix could not be tamed or brought under control. He was a passionate animal, and there was nothing he could do to stop him.



In truth, there was nothing he wanted to do. A bruised ego was a small price to pay for the intense pleasure Felix was giving to him.



He could feel Felix drooling against him, spit running down him in an uncomfortable, erotic stream. Caleb groaned and tilted his head back, a little of his own drool slipping over his lips. It was the most intense, unusual, intimate moment of his life.



He heard the top of the lube, still lying tangled on the bed from their previous exploits, being popped. Caleb closed his eyes and waited, sure that he would feel Felix enter him soon. Sure that the man would push inside of him and they would be irrevocably changed; Caleb especially.



And he did enter Caleb, his fingers pressing in slowly, twisting around inside of him. Caleb gasped and rocked his hips against the intrusion, feeling Felix’s fingers as they curled and stroked deep in his body. He had never felt another person touch him in such a way, and it sent a shudder through his belly and groin. He could feel his cock on his belly, hard and slick with pre-come. That piece of him certainly had no pride.



Caleb could not have said how long Felix teased and prepped him with his wet fingers; somewhere between a few minutes and an eternity. When he was through, he crawled up Caleb’s body, kissing his mouth roughly and breaking away to whisper in his ear. “Condoms, love?”



“T-top drawer,” Caleb stammered, eyes fluttering briefly as Felix’s soft body brushed against his rough curve and aching erection. He blindly lay there, listening to Felix fumble in his nightstand, listening to the tearing of cellophane and the gentle hum from Felix’s throat as he rolled the condom on his tense flesh.



“Relax,” Felix murmured, letting his mouth trace Caleb’s throat as he moved between his thighs. “If you want to stop, Caleb---”



“No,” Caleb whispered, wrapping his legs around Felix’s waist, letting his face nuzzle against the hollow of his throat. “I want you,” he continued, mumbled against Felix’s skin. “I, I need you.”



“Talking to me about need,” Felix smirked, but in truth, his heart was racing. Caleb would never know, could never know, how horribly Felix loved him. There were no words for the enormity of it, and Felix did not grope for them. “Maybe you do need me, Caleb Bennett. Maybe I need you.” He lifted the blonde’s leg over his shoulder, clutching his inner thigh and letting his mouth light upon Caleb’s foot. He kissed there, from heel to toe, before pressing his words into the ticklish skin. “These last few days have been the best of my life. So maybe I need you.”



“Felix,” Caleb groaned, allowing his other leg to wrap around Felix’s waist and pull him closer. “M-make love to me.” The words were alien on his tongue, and this showed with his slight stammer and the flush on his freckled cheeks. He thought of all the pretty boys he had taken to bed. Of all the bodies that he had entered with only the animalistic need to own. Felix was making him feel like a fool without even opening his mouth.



Felix wiggled his tongue between Caleb’s sensitive toes, and felt his belly cramp with heat as Caleb laughed and writhed. He wondered if the journalist had ever laughed that way in bed before. If he had ever experienced an intimate moment so pure and childish that he had been forced to laugh loud and long from his belly. Felix doubted it, and that made him ache for the man in a way that was surprising.



He stole the laughter as he entered Caleb; replaced it with a rough moan. Caleb’s back arched gently, his toes curling in the musician’s mouth. The pain was momentarily burning, and then mellowed to a low throb, distant behind the pleasure. He wondered why he had waited so long to do this with someone, why he had been so foolishly stubborn and unable to lay down before them and let them inside of his body. And then he looked at Felix, so beautiful in the sunshine; his hair all over his brow and cheeks like black silk. And he knew that he had been waiting for him.



“Ah, lover,” Felix purred, biting on Caleb’s toes as his hips slowly thrusted. “So tight. Nn, you feel so good. How do I feel?”



“Hah… Amazing,” Caleb panted, gripping Felix’s hips and pulling him in deeper. He gasped and shuddered, feeling Felix’s balls touch his bottom. He watched as Felix pulled from his toes, letting Caleb’s thigh naturally settle on his hip as he leaned forward. They stared into each other’s eyes, deeply, so deep that Caleb was almost afraid. He was not offered the luxury of looking away from those onyx eyes, he only stared into them helplessly, before they closed and Felix’s mouth was hungry against his own.



Caleb pushed his finger’s through Felix’s hair, the strands warm with sunshine. His fingertips emptied down the musician’s lean back, across the ridge of his spine. He explored him as Felix made love to him, let himself for once enjoy a lover’s body. There was no rush between them, no sense of urgency. They tangled and they rolled and they laughed. Caleb was sure, when the end finally came, that he let himself be loved like this forever. He could lie in this warmth and feel this man inside of him and taste his sweet, juicy mouth until the end of time.



Felix trembled in his arms in the aftermath, hot and wet against him. Caleb, perhaps in the last faint stirrings of protective masculinity, pressed his lips to Felix’s temple and shifted their bodies so that Felix could rest in his chest. Felix did not seem to mind, he nestled there and purred like a content kitten.



“Caleb.”



“Yeah.”



Felix sighed and tossed his leg over Caleb’s hip, nuzzling into him. “I love you.”



Caleb did not blame his lack of fear or hesitation on exhaustion. He had known already, of course, could tell when he looked into Felix’s eyes. The fact that they had just met, that they had not even known each other a week, mattered little. Caleb placed his lips on Felix’s sweaty brow, curled his hand against the ample swell of his bottom. “I love you too,” Caleb told him, and the morning melted into afternoon, as they melted into each other all over again.