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I sit in the wooden chair at the dining table with my legs crossed underneath me. The smell of the delicious remains of breakfast lingers in the dorm’s shared space - the kitchen, dining, and living area all interconnected in one large room, morning light illuminating the space from the glass balcony doors.
The dorm very clearly suits the two boys who inhabit it. A dark grey plush sofa sits against white painted drywall, a dark green throw blanket lying haphazardly over its arm rest, various pairs of game controllers and a few unfinished model pieces scattered on the coffee table in front of it. Directly across from the sofa, a large TV sits snugly in the middle of a bookcase that covers the entirety of the wall, each shelf stuffed with textbooks, folders, notebooks, and loose papers accumulated over the years, video game cases, unopened and half finished snack bags, shiny medals and award plaques.
A few picture frames hang on the walls and decorate the side tables. There’s a sweet photo of Gideon, Caleb’s best friend and dorm mate, standing between his parents in one. There’s another of Caleb, Gideon, and a few other familiar male classmates posing in front of a massive fighter airplane, Caleb looking unreasonably handsome with his windblown hair and unzipped pilot jacket. There were a couple of other photos featuring Caleb and Gideon with an assortment of people, including myself, but my eyes catch on my favourite one - the one of me and Caleb smiling at his high school graduation, one of his large hands thrusting his diploma in the air, the other slung comfortably around my shoulder. At the time, I was only starting to understand my romantic feelings for him, and I remember how I worried that he could hear my heart thudding out of my chest when he held me against his side like that. But once our feelings were confessed, many years later, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to grow used to that sort of close contact with him. Still, the nostalgia of it all has me smiling.
I’ve only visited Caleb and Gideon’s dorm at the Aerospace Academy a few times over the past few years, but whenever I do make it over here, it immediately feels like my second home. My true home was living and breathing here himself after all. When Caleb first moved out of our childhood home to attend school here, I didn’t have the money nor the time to visit, as I was busy with pre-Hunter Academy exams myself. But over the more recent years, after we both settled into our college lives and with regular saving up of money earned at part-time jobs on campus, I’ve been able to spare some time and buy an occasional ticket to Skyhaven to visit Caleb on free weekends.
And this was one of those precious weekends.
Caleb and I had planned it a month in advance, timing it so that I was finished with my assignments and he wouldn’t be away on any overnight training flights. Knowing that I’d get to see my favourite person was the only thing that got me through the relentless physical training and the late nights hunched over my laptop, typing my way through seemingly endless research assignments. Yesterday, when I hopped off the bus to find Caleb standing in his usual spot at the Skyhaven station, his large body leaning against a light pole, muscular arms spread wide in an open invitation, I felt all the stress melt away from my body.
Honestly, I had hoped for some more de-stressing when we got back to his dorm that night, if you know what I mean. And yes, we had a lovely evening hanging out on the couch with Gideon, as we typically do when I visit. And yes, we did quietly, carefully, make love in Caleb’s bedroom when we were certain Gideon was fast asleep, indicated by his loud snoring across the hall.
But as splendid as quiet, careful sex was with Caleb, I had really been wishing for some more privacy, to have the kind of unrestrained fun I had truly craved to properly de-stress. To be able to cry out Caleb’s name at whatever volume I desired. To not have to worry about Gideon hearing Caleb’s headboard banging against the wall.
I snap myself out of my thoughts before my cheeks could redden. But when I look up from my now empty bowl, I catch Caleb watching me from the seat to my right, the look on his face accusatory, as if he could see right into my head and had found my dirty thoughts amusing.
I quickly look away to face Gideon, seated directly across the table from me, instead. “Gideon, you’re a loud snorer.”
We were all seated for breakfast, a delicious congee that Caleb whipped up before either Gideon or I were even awake, along with a heap of reheated deep-fried dough sticks. Each dish was cleared almost as fast as they were served, as expected of two grown men from the Aerospace Academy, and I was thankful that Caleb had pre-separated my portion, so I wouldn’t need to participate in their fight to scarf down as much of the food as possible before the other could.
Caleb laughs from my side before reaching an arm out in front of me, taking my empty bowl and placing it onto a stack of empty dishes. He pushes his chair away from the table with an exaggerated sigh, getting up to walk over to the kitchen.
“Tell me about it,” Caleb chuckles as he saunters over to the sink, “I’m the one who has to sleep through his snores all the time.” His voice is teasing, though slightly drowned out by the sound of rushing water from the kitchen faucet.
Gideon’s eyes are fixed to the cell phone he holds in one hand, the other hand shovelling the remaining portions of congee into his mouth, no obvious signs of embarrassment or shame to be found.
“Yeah, well, I’m sure she’ll get used to it the more she sleeps over.” Gideon replies after swallowing his mouthful. He cocks his head towards the kitchen where Caleb is scrubbing our bowls. “Caleb said he has to sleep through it, which means he can, in fact, fall asleep. He’s been my dorm mate for years now, and I can guarantee you he’s sleeping well. He’s still the top of the class.”
Caleb laughs at this, loud enough that it’s clearly heard over the tap water splashing against the dishes.
“You’re lucky Caleb doesn’t snore too,” I jump in. “If he did, you’d both have to compete to fall asleep first, so the winner wouldn’t have to sleep through the other’s snoring.”
After a moment, Gideon finally looks up from his phone to look at me, the expression on his face surprisingly bashful. “Sorry,” he says, sounding genuine. “Was it hard for you to fall asleep last night?”
I try not to think about all the other reasons I wasn’t sleeping last night. I shake my head aggressively, both to deny him and to rid the filthy thoughts from my head.
“Nah, I don’t mind your snoring.” I assure him. Besides, hearing Gideon snore meant that our sinful noises weren’t loud enough to wake him, or others, up. And that was comforting in its own way. But he didn’t need to know all that.
With the dishes cleaned and carefully placed on the drying rack, Caleb walks back over to the table, placing his slightly damp hands on my shoulders before lowering his chin to sit on top of my head.
“You got any plans today Gideon?” He asks from above me. It’s an innocent question, delivered nonchalantly, but I know what he hopes Gideon will say.
Gideon finally puts his spoon down, his bowl of congee thoroughly emptied. “Hmm," I hold my breath, and I'm certain Caleb does too, "Probably not.”
Of course.
Caleb’s hands tighten slightly on my shoulders, a gesture that directly conveys his disappointment and frustration to me. He straightens, gently releasing his grip from me, and sighs.
“Typical Gideon.” Caleb shakes his head pitifully and disappointedly. “It’s Sunday and we have no class tomorrow. Go out, make some friends or something.” Caleb jokes, though the suggestion is genuine. But if he’s irritated or trying to hint at how badly he wants some time alone with me, Gideon obviously doesn’t catch on.
Gideon instead stands, grabbing the empty bowl off the table and beams up at us with a grateful smile. “Why make friends when I have you guys?”
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“Should we watch a movie?” Caleb asks, his arm settled on the back of the sofa behind my shoulders. He’s leaning comfortably against the plush pillows, long legs sprawled open in front of him, feet pressed into the soft brown carpet beneath us. I’m snuggled in a ball against his side, watching as he scrolls aimlessly through the endless Netflix options.
“Yeah, I guess.” I shrug, tilting my head back to smile up at him. He sends me back the same hopeless smile. We had spent the better part of the day lazing around the apartment, Gideon either existing nearby or outright joining in on our various activities. I love Gideon as much as Caleb does. He’s a really great guy and a really good friend to Caleb, and over the years, he’d become a precious friend of mine as well. So it was hard to justify my annoyance at his blatant third-wheeling. But no amount of love for Gideon was going to overrule how badly I wanted some alone time with Caleb.
Despite this, I give in, and raise my voice so Gideon can hear me from his room down the hall. “Gideon, what do you feel like watching?”
He enters the room and my mouth opens in surprise as I process his outfit. He’s in jeans, a dark brown hoodie, and a jacket. Not the loungewear he was in all day.
“Don’t worry about me,” He says as he heads over to the door, bending over to grab a pair of sneakers and slip them on.
Caleb sits up, not bothering to hide his shock. “You’re heading out?”
“Yeah,” Gideon replies, smiling as he straightens, zipping up his leather jacket and grabbing his wallet off the top of the small drawer by the front door. “I’ll probably be back by the time your movie is done. Enjoy your alone time lovebirds.”
He’s out the door before we can ask where he’s going, what he’s doing, or even say goodbye. Caleb and I sit there in disbelief for a few moments, staring at the closed door, letting the silence of the dorm settle around us.
“No. Fucking. Way.” I finally say, incredulous.
He’s gone. Gideon was out. We’d finally have time alone.
I thanked whatever greater being or whichever amazing friend had blessed Gideon with plans tonight before snapping my head back towards Caleb, excitement spreading wide across my face. Before I can even process it, or say anything else, his palms are cupping my cheeks and his lips are crashing onto mine.
It intensifies quickly, my hands scrambling into his hair, his head angling and mouth opening to better slide his tongue against mine. Our lips are soon wet and swollen, moving roughly against each other, his fingers already sliding under my shirt to squeeze the sides of my waist, like he's forcing himself to hold back. I can’t help but sigh softly into his mouth, both in relief at the alone time we’ve been granted, and in the familiar pleasurable feeling shooting down my body to sit warmly below my stomach.
Truly, there was no time to waste.
I pull away from the kiss for a quick second to grab the remote controller off Caleb’s lap. “Let’s just put a movie on so we know how much time we have. He said he’d be back by the time we’re done.” I say quickly, chest already heaving from the kiss. I click through a few random anime titles before Caleb snatches the remote from my hand and hits play on a pink and purple movie poster that I barely even register before the remote control is tossed to the floor and I’m being pushed down into the sofa cushions. I don’t even get the chance to see the name of the movie, or how long the movie is, but that thought is quickly forgotten when his lips latch back onto mine, his large body caging me under him. I allow his knees to push between my legs, forcing them open.
“God, I’ve been waiting for this.” Caleb groans as he pulls away from my lips, moving his mouth to my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin there the way he knows will make me squirm.
"We had sex last night," I remind him, clutching his shoulders as his hands slide up my shirt again, quickly wrapping around my torso and behind my back to unclasp my bra. The way he does it so easily, like it’s a skill he's perfected, makes me shiver. Why is it that everything he did was so hot? There was a time when thoughts like that would make me jealous, make me worry about the other girls he could be seeing, and perfecting this skill with, while he was away from me. But he was Caleb. He loved me, and only me. And he made sure to prove that over the years.
“And your point is?” He whispers as he lifts the hem of my cotton shirt to sit at my collarbones, swearing under his breath. He slips his hand under my shirt sleeves to slip my bra straps off my shoulders and I help him get my arms through the loops. With a final tug of my bra, my bare breasts are revealed to him. “I always want to touch you. And I can never get tired of seeing you like this.”
He throws my bra to the floor, slips the shirt off over my head to join the bra, and he’s about to lower his mouth down when I push against his shoulders.
“Caleb, I don’t think we should do this on the sofa.” I stammer, breathlessly, looking around the living room, surrounded by his and Gideon’s things. I glance towards the television for a brief second and still have no idea what movie is playing, a blur of animation and a catchy song playing quietly.
He briefly follows my gaze and shrugs from above me before starting to lower his head down towards my chest again. “I couldn’t care less.”
Before his lips can reach my breast, I stop him once again with a hand. He sighs.
“I know,” I laugh, “But, if it were Gideon doing… sex things to somebody on this communal couch, wouldn’t you be a- ah-” Caleb momentarily distracts me, moving a hand to lightly rub against my nipple, his eyes fixated to the movement, obvious desperation in his gaze. I swallow and continue. “Wouldn’t you be a little mad?”
Caleb groans, removing his hand from my breast and sitting back on his knees. He shakes his head, his eyebrows scrunched in distaste. “Pipsqueak, I really don’t want to imagine Gideon doing those sorts of things right now. Let’s not talk about him anymore, okay?”
Pipsqueak??
I shove at his chest more roughly this time. “Uh, and you can’t call me that nickname in this context.” It’s a childhood nickname that I’ve grown to love, but it’s absolutely not one I’d want him to use when we were about to have sex.
Caleb’s hand flies up to lay on his chest, his expression morphing into one of mock hurt and disbelief. “Whoa, pipsqueak,” That fucking nickname again. “Firstly, that hurt. And secondly, you can’t tell me what to do.”
I raise my body upwards, propping up on my elbows to better glare at him. “Actually, gege,” I say the honorific in an exaggeratedly sweet tone and smirk victoriously at the way his eyebrows raise. “I can. You don’t live with me anymore. You have no power over me.”
Caleb’s raised eyebrows slowly lower into a facial expression that reminds me of when he’d find other boys talking to me in our high school’s hallways - slightly irritated, slightly amused, and very eager for a challenge.
“Is that so?” He dares, and a thrill jolts through my spine at the way his voice lowers. It’s threatening, yet promising. A tone of voice that usually precedes a nice, rough fuck as punishment, and a nice, earth-shattering orgasm as reward.
He easily scoops me up into his arms while raising off the sofa and onto his feet, lifting me into the air in one swift motion (and yes, this is also very hot of him). My legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his solid back while his fingers dig into my thighs. We’re desperately pressing our lips back together, resuming our passionate kiss as if we had never stopped in the first place, the quarrelling fast forgotten.
Even with my eyes shut tightly, I can tell that he’s walking me over to his room, the sounds of the still unknown and now abandoned movie on the television getting quieter as we move further away. One of his hands releases my thigh to press against my back before it can hit his door as he pushes forward, the sound of the door swinging open behind me and the familiar smell of his bedroom filling my senses. He begins to place me down, but before my feet can hit the wooden floor, I feel the weight suddenly leaving my body as I’m suspended in the air. My eyes shoot open at the sensation.
“Caleb!” I cry out, both in surprise and as a reflex. After a childhood spent with Caleb, I’m used to him using his Evol on me, though it was historically only used to tease and bully me, not to float me over to his bed. His Evol releases me and my back falls into his soft, dark red bedsheets that smell just like him.
I’m still trying to prop myself up as Caleb’s slamming the door behind him with one hand, yanking his shirt over his head with the other, and striding towards me, an expression resembling hunger in his eyes. I barely get up on my elbows to appreciate the sight of his muscular body when he reaches me, shoving me back down to lie flat on his comforter, his lips latching onto my neck, tongue flattening on my skin, and I gasp, grabbing for his hair.
“You’re not allowed to use your Evol on me!” I whine and he chuckles, infuriatingly, though his breath on my neck makes me tremble. Not even a second later, my hands are pulled away from his hair by that same invisible source, keeping them locked in the air by his head.
“And I already said you’re not allowed to tell me what to do.” Caleb replies, not even bothering to pause his kisses and bites at my throat, his body lowering to settle over me, his hips starting to grind against my own. I try to ignore the pleasure, struggling against the gravity keeping my hands suspended in place, too stuck and too far to hit him or cling onto him, and I’m not sure which one I wanted to do more right now. But soon, my struggle is deemed futile, my wrists being forced down towards the bed and above my head. They’re locked in place by sheer gravitational weight, rendering my bare chest completely open for Caleb to access.
I open my mouth in an attempt to protest but it’s replaced with a shriek as Caleb pulls away from my neck and goes straight for my breasts. He moans in what sounds like relief and adoration, like he's a parched traveller taking his first sip of water. His tongue presses roughly against my nipple and my back arches in response, which in turn shoves my breast further past his lips and forces a loud moan out of mine. Out of instinct, I try to move a hand to cover my lips, but they’re stuck, pinned over my head.
“Shh,” Caleb scolds. “I have neighbours, pipsqueak.” There’s that fucking nickname again. “If you’re loud they might hear you.”
Terror briefly shoots down my spine. “Then let me cover my mouth!” I retorted.
“Hmm,” He considers, lifting his head enough to look up at me, and the combination of the sultry expression on his face, his finger tousled brown hair, and parted wet lips makes me throb between my legs. “Nah.” He shrugs, and immediately resumes his licking and nipping at my chest.
“You’re so mean.” I whine, even as my body writhes in satisfaction underneath him.
“You love me.” He mumbles through a mouthful of my breast.
I don’t bother to argue because his hand is suddenly sliding between my legs, spreading them open and palming me through my panties. I’m obviously soaked, and when he chuckles, I’m tempted to kick him. But he anticipates this, holding my thrashing leg down with one hand while the one between my legs uses a single, slender finger to push the soaked cloth to the side and swipe along my folds. He holds his finger up, shining with my wetness. “See?" He eyes his finger with a pleased, lust-filled expression. "You love me.”
My face flushes but I roll my eyes and glare. “Stop talking and just fuck me already.” I hiss, and Caleb doesn’t reprimand me for the command this time.
Instead, he tugs my panties off, sits back on his knees, unties his sweats and pulls the waistband down until his dick springs out, already rock hard. A satisfied hum escapes from somewhere deep in my throat at the sight. I expect Caleb to tease me for it, but he doesn’t, and I tilt my chin down to watch as he slides the head of his cock against my clit. He’s completely focused on watching the movement too, his lips parted in concentration, needy grunts escaping them as he thrusts forward, rubbing his cock against my wet folds.
For a moment, I consider asking him to politely hurry the fuck up, but at last, he positions himself at my entrance and slides in, agonizingly slowly, until he’s buried to the base, the head of his cock pushing right against the spot deep inside me that he knows all too well. The following thrust is faster, and the one after that is faster, and faster, and harder, and rougher until he settles into a punishing rhythm, fucking me relentlessly into his sheets. I bite my lip to stop from screaming since my hands are still frozen above my head, and I do my best to allow only quiet cries to escape from my throat.
Finally, is all I can think. Finally, finally, finally.
Caleb’s eyes pry away from the sight of his cock slipping in and out of my pussy and I follow as his heavy gaze rakes over my body, savouring the sight of me splayed and helpless underneath him. The way he looks at me makes me feel so desired, so treasured, so owned.
“Fuck.” He moans, loud enough that it suddenly reminds me of his neighbours, and anxiety rushes me through me, mixing somewhat deliciously with the pleasure. He drops his forehead to press against mine and we breathe heavily, synchronized as he thrusts, both of our mouths hanging open in an attempt to pull as much air into our lungs as possible, only periodically brushing over each other’s lips. His eyes are squeezed shut, his eyebrows knitted together, his cock slamming deeper and deeper into me. “Fuck, it feels so good.”
“Yeah,” I agree in a whisper, concentrating on the feeling. “Don’t fucking stop.”
But he does, to my irritation, sliding out as he finally releases the gravitational hold on my wrists only to pull me up to his chest. He grabs my jaw to kiss me roughly, our sweaty chests pressing against each other for a brief moment, and then he turns me to face his headboard. I’m pushed down by a heavy hand against my back, rough yet still careful, until my face falls into his pillows, knees bent beneath me, ass up in the air. And Caleb doesn't make me wait, entering me again with no warning, thrusting in from behind me this time, and immediately picking up the pace. I shove my face further into his pillows and let out a long, muffled cry. It feels incredible, his thick cock pushing even deeper into me from this angle, repeatedly slamming against that spot that makes me want to forget all about my self-restraint and anxiety and beg him to make me come.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I sob into the pillows, and he doesn’t, fucking me so hard the headboard thuds loudly against his wall. So loudly, it briefly snaps me out of my ecstasy.
“Ca- Caleb!” I shriek through a whisper, head turning so that my mouth is freed and I can look back at him. “Caleb, wait, we’re- I think we're being too loud.”
Caleb shakes his head in disagreement, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “You’re not being loud enough.” He counters, and as if to prove a point, he rears a splayed hand back and slaps my ass, the sharp sound so loud I’m certain his neighbours could figure out what it was with the added context of the rhythmic banging on the wall. I yelp at the pain, the pleasure, and the anxiety, helpless as Caleb fucks me harder, and harder, the bed's headboard banging, and our skin slapping together, so loud that there is absolutely no way anyone could mistake what was going on in here.
“You said you have neighbours!” I exclaim, lifting my hands to press against his headboard, praying it’ll stop it from moving so much, but it doesn’t. It thuds, and thuds, and thuds.
“I do,” Caleb says, his voice coming from right by my ear now as he presses his chest into my upper back, the angle of his thrusts changing again, and my eyes roll back at the intensity of this new position. “I didn’t say I cared,” he adds.
There’s an embarrassed, anxious part of my brain that threatens to overrule the pleasure. It begs me to ask him to stop, to tell him I’m serious, that I don’t want anyone to hear us. But. There’s also an even larger, surprising part of my brain that tells me that I actually really, really love the idea of it. The sole thought of someone overhearing us pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Don’t you want them to know?” Caleb taunts directly into my ear in that low teasing whisper of his, once again seeming like he was just reading my mind. “Wouldn’t it be a good thing? For all of them to know that I’m taken?”
I’ve visited and publicly hung out with Caleb and his friends enough times that I’m certain everyone who knew of campus-favourite-golden-student-Caleb would also know that he was in a relationship with me. And even if they hadn’t seen me during my visits, Caleb faithfully wore my red apple hair tie on his wrist, the silver chain I’d gifted him around his neck, and according to his friends, he brought me up in conversation every chance he could - "He never shuts up about you", they'd tease. That knowledge didn’t seem to discourage any of the girls who were interested in him though, and despite my trust in Caleb and his undeniable loyalty to me, I couldn’t help but be a bit jealous.
So, yes, the part in my brain that was slowly gnawing at my hesitancy couldn’t help but agree that I would love for people to hear us, if not only for the immense pleasure it gave me, but for the fact that people would know that I belonged to Caleb, the way he belonged to me.
Gideon, however, already knew this, and definitely did not need to hear us.
“What if Gideon comes home?” I manage to ask, lowering my voice to a pleading whisper. “We-” My words get caught in my throat by a particularly sharp thrust of Caleb’s hips, and I know he’s displeased that I’m even mentioning another man right now but I continue. “We don’t know-" Another thrust, "We don’t know when he’ll be home.”
Caleb’s thrusts don’t relent, each one feeling unbelievably more amazing than the last. He replies in that same, taunting tone. “He could get home any second now.”
I can’t help but clench at the thought of this, the worry mixing again with the pleasure, deep inside my belly, and I can’t deny how good it feels.
“What if,” Caleb continues through his grunts, his voice taking on a tone of mock anxiety himself. “He’s already here and we just didn’t hear him?”
If he’s worried, he definitely doesn’t show it. He just grunts loudly, exhaling as he slows his thrusts, ensuring each plunge of his cock is deep and intentional. He watches the way I react to each one with a pleased smile on his face.
“What if he’s sitting in the living room?” His chin juts towards the wall that his bedroom shares with the living room. “Just listening to the way your ass slaps against my hips?”
I let out a whimper at this, forcing my face back into the pillow to cut off the sound. I can’t help but imagine Gideon doing just that, sitting on the sofa, face red as he realizes what we’re doing. What would he think? Would his instincts react to my moaning? Would he hear Caleb’s and feel something complicated? Would he want to join in?
Caleb, ever the mind reader, pulls me away from thoughts of Gideon with a sudden shove of his slender fingers into my mouth. He pushes them in deep, forcing my lips apart, and my tongue can’t help but lap at them, his fingers quickly drenched in my saliva, drool dripping from my chin.
“What if he’s hearing you moan around my fingers?” When he pops them out suddenly, I have no choice but to release a cry that’s louder than I had intended.
“There you go, baby, let them all hear you.” Caleb encourages, moving away from my ear to sink his teeth into my shoulder instead. His fingers, slick with my spit, travel downwards until they reach my clit. He circles it, devastatingly, and I cry out again, louder and longer this time, and the hesitant, anxious part in my brain disappears for good.
“Yes!” I yell, “Yes, Caleb, like that, just like that.”
“I know, I know.” He coos, releasing my shoulder from his teeth, fingers circling at my clit with the exact pressure and at the exact speed I need. My pussy tightens around his cock, my gasps becoming more ragged, and I tell him to keep going, to fuck me harder, to never stop, and he obliges. Caleb has always given me what I wanted.
“Let them hear you come.” He whispers against my shoulder, his own raspy voice starting to sound somewhat desperate, like he’s the one begging me now. “Let them know who’s fucking you. Let them know you’re mine.”
My head turns into his pillow again as I call out his name, but my torso is suddenly pulled backwards until I’m sitting up on my knees, once again forced to move by Caleb's gravity. The unexpected movement rips a gasp out of my throat. Caleb’s sitting back on his knees now too, and my back settles against his chest as my hips sink down into his lap, once again changing the position of his cock inside me, and once again making me scream in pleasure.
“That’s it," Caleb encourages, "I said to let them hear you." One of his hands grip my hip to tug my ass onto his cock over and over again. The other wraps around my waist to find my clit once more, continuing his skilled circling, and tears slip from my shut eyes at the satisfaction.
I’m so close and so far gone. Nothing else matters except the way he feels inside me, behind me, all around me. I cry, and moan, and chant his name, all while the mattress squeaks and the headboard bangs, and I don't have any spare parts left in my brain that cares.
When I finally come, I come loudly. I choke out his name through my cries and I whimper as he fucks me through it. I squeeze tightly around him, over and over again, exquisite jolts of ecstasy pulsing through my stomach, my entire body quivering, and Caleb is moaning into my ear all the while.
“Yes, yes,” He praises, his thrusts getting rougher, shorter, more impatient, and I know he’s almost there too. “You’re fucking perfect." He cries. "I love watching you come on my cock.”
I go limp as my orgasm subsides, but Caleb wraps both arms around my waist, hugging me tightly to his torso as he grinds into me. His grunts are getting erratic now, his pitch raising to something resembling a whine, his desperation evident, and it’s literally the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
“I’m gonna come too,” He whimpers, “I’m gonna fucking come.” He repeats, voice cracking. His hands move to grab onto my breasts, squeezing so hard it almost hurts.
“I’m- I’m gonna come inside-” Caleb continues in that high-pitched, desperate voice, and I nod, eagerly, grinding down onto him in encouragement.
“Please, Caleb,” I beg, “I want it.”
“Fuck,” He cries, and finally, that familiar heat spreads inside of me and spills out, dribbling onto my inner thighs. He keeps thrusting, trembling, moaning, eyes squeezed shut, until his body goes slack behind me at last. He collapses onto my back and we fall forward into his pillows together, a pile of hot heavy limbs and deep ragged breaths.
Even in his post-orgasm haze, he swiftly shifts his weight off until his body is beside mine, keeping a large arm wrapped cozily around my back instead.
We take a few moments to catch our breaths, my head turning to look over at him, and he’s watching me too, pure satisfaction and bliss on his sweaty, reddened face.
I love him, I think. But instead I say, “I’m going to fucking kill you." A weak hand lifts to slap him lightly on the shoulder.
He laughs at this, the sound so sweet in contrast to all the filthy noises we were making just minutes ago. “What? Why? That was fucking amazing.” He sighs, obviously very content and triumphant.
“I mean, yes,” I allow, “But I can never show my face here ever again. All your neighbours heard me.”
“Aren’t you happy? The dudes on this floor are all gossips, the news that I fucked a girl’s brains out will spread across campus by tomorrow. If anyone wants to deny our relationship, there’ll be no denying it now.”
I groan, humiliated. “And they also know what I sound like when I come!” They’ll also know that Caleb must fuck like a machine with the way I was screaming, but I don’t mention that part because I’m sure Caleb will just be proud of it.
After some more annoying laughter from Caleb, he sighs. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop fucking around.” He presses his nose against mine and rubs it gently. “I was just teasing you.”
“What do you mean?”
Caleb lifts a hand to knock on the drywall beside his bed. “Our dorms are soundproof. You haven’t heard any of my neighbours this whole time you’ve stayed here right? I think they knew that in a dorm full of boys, they had to make extra efforts to grant us our peace and privacy."
Relief, and some disappointment, spreads through me at the reveal. He’s right. It’s always been dead silent from the neighbouring dorms, but I hadn’t noticed or questioned it until now. I can’t fully believe that the vibrations from his headboard slamming against the wall didn’t travel to his neighbours, no matter how good the sound proofing, but I’d rather them hear that than me moaning Caleb’s name at the top of my lungs.
"I would never let people hear you. You're all mine." Caleb whispers, his voice more serious now, and I believe him. "I mean, unless you're into that. You sorta seemed like you were." He teases, and earns himself another weak slap to his shoulder.
"Well, your neighbours couldn’t hear us," I start, "But what about inside your dorm? It’s definitely not soundproof in here, we hear Gideon all the time.”
Caleb shrugs, “Yeah, you’re right. But he’s not home, silly. I’m sure we would’ve heard him walk in. And I doubt we went on for that long.” The clock says it's early evening, but I had no idea what time it was when Gideon left, so it doesn't give me much consolation.
He tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me until I’m snug against him. “Stop worrying, pipsqueak." I let the nickname slide this time. "I don’t know how much longer we have until he’s back, so let’s just enjoy this time while we can.”
I nod at this, snuggling my face into his neck, and shut my eyes. I don’t think about the movie left playing in the living room, or my bra and shirt still somewhere by the couch on the floor.
CALEB
A while later, they’re dressed and ready to grab a much-needed post-sex meal. As she sifts through the communal closet for her coat, her back turned to him, Caleb discreetly walks over to the fridge. He quietly swipes a bright orange sticky note hung on a magnet, certain that it wasn’t there earlier, and he crumples it in his palm, shoving it into his jean pocket before she can turn around.
“It’s weird that Gideon isn’t back yet,” She says as she finally faces Caleb again, pulling her light brown coat over her arms. He nonchalantly removes his hand from his pocket and walks over to her, helping her slide the buttons into place.
“Yeah,” He agrees, hoping his voice gives away none of his growing suspicions and purposefully willing himself to look anywhere except at his dorm mate’s still-closed bedroom door. By the time they tiptoed out of Caleb's room and scanned the living space, the movie on screen (which turned out to be Kpop Demon Hunters, go figure) had been long finished and was now on the "Are you still watching?" screen, the question sounding appropriately accusatory. Her bra and shirt were still discarded and untouched on the floor, which she scrambled to retrieve. But no signs of Gideon were to be found, save for the sticky note that Caleb noticed out of the corner of his eye. He had pointed her back to his bedroom before she could see it too, suggesting they get ready for food.
Caleb grabs his own jacket from the closet and swings the door open behind him, gesturing for her to exit first. “Let’s text him when we get to the city square, maybe we can meet up,” He suggests, “I mean, only if you want.”
“Hmm,” She considers, as they step out into the hallway and the door quietly chimes behind them, indicating that it’s locked. Caleb can’t help but accept that, yeah, it would be hard to hear the chime of the door unlocking over the sound of him fucking her into his mattress. He purses his lips at the thought. “Maybe we should treat him to dinner," She continues, "He granted us with that precious free time," She looks over her shoulder with a flirtatious wink and Caleb can't help but smile back. "We should reward him so he does it more often. Operant conditioning, positive reinforcement, whatever you want to call it.”
She walks ahead, practically skipping down the hallway towards the elevator, joy and excitement radiating from her frame as it typically does when her body's been thoroughly satisfied and her stomach is thoroughly empty. She doesn’t notice as Caleb secretly pulls out the sticky note, just far enough out of his pocket that he can unwrap it, and glances down to read what’s written inside.
You fucking owe me. Text me when I can come back.
He turns it over to check the back side.
Oh, and don’t ever complain about my snoring again.
He quickly stuffs it back in the safety of his pocket before he meets her at the elevator doors. She reaches for his hand and he presents it, letting her fingers lock with his. He can't help but sigh as she looks up at him with those beautiful eyes he loves. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.
“You’re right,” Caleb agrees, leading her into the elevator once it arrives. “He deserves it.”