Page 16 of Lace

“Ungh.” Levi thrust again and reached for his own cock. “Fuck me. Let’s go.” He sounded impatient, as he always did by this point, eager to have whatever Caleb would give him.

“You’re not ready.” Caleb moved close so his cock rubbed in Levi’s crack above his hand, and he watched thin streamers of fluid smear over Levi’s creamy skin.

“Fuck you. I’m never ready. Just do it.” He reached behind himself and wrenched Caleb’s hand away from his ass. “Come on.” His teeth were clenched and he heaved away from the wall with one hand. “Now!”

He was getting loud. He always got loud, and Caleb soothed a hand down his back. “Gonna get caught, lover.”

“With your dick up my ass, I hope… move it! At least make it something worth getting caught for!”

That picture was too much. Caleb aimed and pushed; the rest of the precious lube already spread over his eager cock. Imagining anyone walking in on them now, with Levi’s head thrown back like that and a howl escaping his lips, and Caleb was all-over goosebumps and need. He thrust hard and fast, making it necessary for Levi to brace himself with both hands to keep from being pounded into the wall.

He’d thought, at one point that evening, that a night of dancing would be topped off with a long, delightful seduction and Levi’s legs in the air, but this was a decent alternative. It was something—given he hadn’t ever expected the dancing to be interrupted by fists and fury.

He wanted to say something. Anything. But his words failed—vanished into the cloud of lust where his only guidepost as Levi’s back, the tight tension in his shoulders and the sheen of sweat forming down his spine.

Caleb had to hang on for dear life, even as he fucked. If he lost sight of Levi—of them—he risked getting lost somewhere in the murky depths of the rest of his life. He needed this counterpoint to the viciousness out in the rest of the world.

Levi dropped his head, formed his hands into fists and arched his back into Caleb’s thrusting. His shouts had diminished to soft grunts, almost whimpers, and Caleb planed a hand over his back, sliding it up to curl around his neck again. The touch seemed to soothe Levi. At last, he reached betweenhis legs and stroked his cock back to full hardness. Eventually, he found a counter to Caleb’s rhythm. His hips began to move, like he finally heard the music Caleb had pounding through him rather than like he was braced for impact.

“Go,” he panted, stroking himself faster. “Hard, babe. Get it out.”

It.He always said that, like Caleb was fucking something out of himself. He did thrust harder, faster—determined to push Levi beyond speech.

“That’s it,” Levi encouraged. “Fuck it out.”

Whatever ‘it’ is.

Caleb didn’t know why he never asked. What did Levi think he had to purge? Why did he think he deserved to take the brunt of whatever it was?

Instead of asking, Caleb moved faster, harder, until his legs shook and his back ached and his balls rose up tight and hard and painfully ready for release.

“Let it go!” Levi snarled and came, cum spurting all over the wall and the floor at his feet.

Levi’s body stiffened and his ass clenched tight, and as much as Caleb wanted to hold on, control whatever it was Levi knew he wanted to get rid of, he couldn’t.

His own orgasm washed through him, a tidal wave of relief nearly knocking him off his feet. As it was, he slid an arm around Levi’s waist to help hold himself up. The warmth of contact, slippery sweat, heaving breaths and closeness… It should have been enough. He wanted it to be enough. He held on tighter and closed his eyes, resting his cheek against Levi’s back.

Levi rested a hand on his forearm, then began to stroke lightly as they both tried to catch their breath.

After a moment, Levi straightened and spun in the cramped space between Caleb and the wall so he could wrap both muscled arms around Caleb. “It’s okay, babe.” His rested his head onCaleb’s shoulder, taking as much comfort as he gave with the embrace. “We’ll get there. It’s okay.”

How Levi knew, how healwaysknew, Caleb had no idea. But he did, and every time the sex wasn’t enough, Caleb got closer to the inevitable realisation—something was going to give. He didn’t want it to be them. He didn’t say anything, just clung and tried to breathe.

Finally, he drew back and smiled—a little, watery, timid smile, he knew, but it was the best he could manage. “I still have something to show you.” Bending, he pulled up Levi’s jeans and shorts and carefully tucked him inside.

For once, Levi didn’t bat his hands away to do it himself. He silently watched Caleb take care of him, hands resting easy on Caleb’s forearms, gaze soft.

“Come sit down.” Caleb took his hand and guided him towards the piano bench before he re-fastened his own pants then smoothed down the kilt.

Levi still watched avid, but silent, as he stood behind the bench.

Carefully, feeling the weight of Levi’s eyes on him, Caleb smoothed the skirt under his ass as he took his place at the piano. He patted the space next to him. “Sit.”

“You sure you should be playing now?” Levi snuck a glance at the closed, locked door of the tiny practice room that now smelled distinctly of man-sex. “What about the security guard?”

“Babe.” Caleb patted Levi’s leg. “Bar brawling, breaking and entering, and sex in a public place… I’m pretty sure a little piano playing is least on our list of crimes tonight.”

“How the hell did I get mixed up with a bad-ass like you?” Levi asked, a grin breaking through at last.

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