Page 5 of Lace

“Someone is going to hear you, babe,” he whispered, lips close enough to Levi’s ear to feather tiny caresses over the sensitive organ.

Levi shivered. “Don’t…”—his hips jerked harder and he fumbled until his hands were under the hoodie and spread flat across the lace back of Caleb’s hidden vest—“care. Fuck.” He dropped his head onto Caleb’s chest, his forehead banging hard against Caleb’s collarbone. “Feels good. Fuck me.”

“In the school yard?” Caleb pulled his head back again to look in his eyes. “You gonna come?”

Levi’s gaze was unfocused and dark.

Caleb didn’t think he’d even heard the question. The delicate top tightened around his chest as Levi pulled handfuls of the flimsy material into fists and wrapped a leg up around Caleb’s thighs.

“Come on,” Caleb encouraged his lover’s frantic thrusting and plucked tiny nips along his lips. “Finish. Let me see it.”

There was just enough light for Caleb to see the flush rise in Levi’s cheeks and the way his lips parted to let out a deep,guttural growl. His body went rigid and his hips spasmed a few times. Caleb felt his top give at the seams under Levi’s grip just before Levi went limp, trusting his weight to the tree and Caleb’s hold.

“Fuck.” Levi ran his hands in circles over the lacy top he’d torn. “Sorry.” he nuzzled his head under Caleb’s chin and let his leg drop back to the ground. “I’ll fix it.”

Caleb chuckled. The day that Levi—with his thick fingers and studious but clumsy groping—managed to summon the dexterity to thread a needle and sew was a distant, airy dream. “Doesn’t matter.” He shifted his stance to better hold his lover’s weight without crushing him against the tree while he waited for Levi to recover his own balance.

“Yes, it matters,” Levi mumbled.

Eventually, Caleb pulled back and looked into his lover’s eyes. “This matters,” he said quietly, caressing Levi’s face. “Just this.” He didn’t want to think about the clothes or the feelings they invoked. He just wanted this calm they had between them. He willed Levi to agree with him.

Levi nodded. “Okay.” Levi grinned. “I thought you were going to fuck me…”

“Come on.” This time, Caleb took Levi’s hand and led him off through the grass, ignoring the lighted pathways and hauling him towards the dorms and Levi’s room by the shortest route possible. “Better get you out of these messy undies.”

Levi snickered and followed willingly.

Two

Caleb perused the numbers on the spreadsheet again, a heavy sigh sliding out as he admitted to himself that they hadn’t changed. Class that day—hell, classes most of the week—had been a trial of trying to concentrate. Most of the lessons had gone soaring over his head, and he’d spent the better part of their Friday night trying to get a handle his assignments.

“They won’t change just because you stare at them harder, you know.”

“Of course they won’t fucking change,” Caleb mumbled.

“Just leave it for a while. Put it down and come back to it later. The error will jump out at you.”

“Shut up, Levi.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” Levi admonished, stroking his fingers through Caleb’s hair as he stood, looking over his shoulder at the spreadsheet. “We already know this technique works for you. And you have all weekend to do this assignment. You should spend tonight doing me.”

“One track mind, you.” Caleb forced himself to focus on his work and ignore Levi now standing behind him and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He’d be lost if he looked at thebroad, fuzz-covered chest being revealed one slow, tantalising inch at a time.

“Since when is that a problem?” The shirt rustled to the floor and the rougher scrape of a zipper indicated Levi had started on his jeans. “Me thinking about your dick in my ass has never been an issue before.”

“Easy for you,” Caleb muttered, setting his spreadsheet down and attacking it with an eraser. “You actually like your program. You’re good at it.”

“Caleb, come on?—”

“You don’t have to dig every mark out of your own flesh with a spoon, Lev.”

“Neither would you if you would just?—”

“What?” Caleb whirled on him in the tight confines of the dorm room. His eraser went flying across the room and Levi lifted one blond eyebrow at Caleb.

“Did I hit a nerve?”

“God!” Caleb huffed as he retrieved his eraser. “You hit every nerve.” He slammed the eraser onto the table before turning to Levi again. “I don’t want to talk about ‘if I just’ anything.” He took Levi’s face in one hand and pressed his forehead against Levi’s. “You think it’s so easy, and it’s not.”

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