Page 6 of Lace

“It’s only as hard as you make it, babe.” Levi cupped his face to lift his head away so he could look Caleb in the eye.

“It’s not just me making things hard.”

A smirk cut across Levi’s face.

“We’re talking about school,” Caleb growled.

“Yes. Of course we are.” Levi leaned in to take a kiss.

“Nice try.” Caleb snaked fingers into Levi’s hair, took control of the contact, and pressed until Levi was groaning into his mouth. He advanced a few steps, stopping only when Levi’s back fetched up against the bunk beds.

“Caleb,” Levi ground out.

“You want me to do you?”

“Sure.” A little shrug was all he could manage with the way Caleb had him pinned, but he didn’t look away from Caleb’s glare. “But you’re busy. Doing maths.” The smirk turned up tighter at one corner. “Wouldn’t want to tear you away to do something more fun. Why do the easy thing?”

“You calling yourself easy?”

“For you?” Levi’s grin flared in his eyes, and in Caleb’s gut.

He should be irked Levi could get under his skin so fast, both in the way he’d sparked Caleb’s temper, and now, the way he sparked his libido.

Still, his cock was hard, and he’d opened his belt without even thinking about it. Fucking was better than fighting, even if it hadn’t been his idea. He stepped back a single step. “Your mouth first. Then the math,” he demanded.

Levi nodded, still watching him like a hawk. At least he had the decency to look Caleb in the eye as he sank to his knees and handed his triumph over. He made short work of opening Caleb’s zipper and pulling his jeans down far enough to get at his cock. His gaze lowered to his task as he ran hot lips over navy blue lace, a tiny sigh wafting a steamy breath over Caleb.

Unable to stop himself, Caleb thrust his hips forward, pressing his erection and the lace covering it into Levi’s face. It made his heart stutter at the sight of Levi’s lips pressed against the lace, the flush in his cheeks, and his lashes fluttering against pink skin.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Caleb muttered, wrapping both hands around the back of Levi’s head and twining his fingers into his blond waves.

Levi’s calloused hands roved over his ass, fingers hooking under the thong’s lace. Between the rough slide of calluses and lace over skin, Caleb got lost in the shivers wracking his body. The wet heat of Levi’s mouth engulfing his dick almost had hisknees buckling. The slick skill of his tongue hauled Caleb right to the edge in less time than it had taken to get him away from the desk.

“Lev…” Caleb sank fingers deeper into the blond thatch and thrust his hips forward.

Levi made a sound, deep in his throat, and Caleb felt the convulsive shudder as Levi wrestled with his gag reflex and lost. The tight constriction of Levi’s throat closing around his cock was enough. He had just the presence of mind to pull back and not drown Levi in spunk. His lover didn’t seem to mind wearing it instead, though.

Nor did he protest when Caleb hauled him to his feet, turned him around and proceeded to jack him off with one hand and pry into him with the spit-soaked fingers of his other.

Levi jolted spasmodically between one touch and the other, emitting tiny grunting noises that sounded like he was biting something back.

Caleb thrust harder, tightened his fist around Levi’s cock and pressed his face close to Levi’s ear. “Do this for me, Lev,” he whispered, voice low and rough.

“Oh, fu-uck.” Levi’s entire body shuddered just before every muscle went stiff.

Caleb wiggled his fingers, dug deep until he felt it, and pressed on Levi’s nerves.

With a shout, Levi buckled. Come spurted over the lower bunk and Caleb abandoned his ass in favour of clamping an arm around him to keep him from falling.

“Happy now?” Caleb asked, voice still low and rough in Levi’s ear.

“Mm.” Levi let out a long, low, decadent sigh and sagged, trusting all his weight to Caleb’s embrace.

“Sex, sex. All the time,” Caleb muttered, carefully turning Levi around and lapping his own come from Levi’s chin, then wiping him clean with the discarded shirt.

“Mm, yes. And here’s you, refusing to participate, Cally.”

“Shut it.” Caleb propped his lover against the bed frame again, taking his face in both hands. “I got you off—now help me with the stupid numbers.”

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