hell fire, boy.

caleb maxwell curtis. twenty-six. yankees rookie. pain in my ass.  +

[hoechlin]

[sebkyle-blog]

Shan’t.

[Seb’s own hands glide back down Caleb’s arms to his biceps, giving them a squeeze.] I know so. Mm. Flex for me.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

You’re bad. 

[He lifts a brow.] You just want to get me embarrassed.

[hoechlin]

[sebkyle-blog]

[Seb smiles at his boyfriend’s sweet face.] You’re so cute when you get all honest and sweet. Drives me crazy.

[Seb laughs a little, setting his own hands on top of Caleb’s for a moment before wrapping around the man’s rusts and pulling his hands up further, beneath his pajama shirt to rest on his hips.]

I dunno, puppy. You might be begging for the quick one later.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb pulls a face.] Shh. Stop. 

[He lets Sebastian bring his hands up, curling his fingers happily around the narrow curve of Sebastian’s hips, feeling the warmth of his skin.]

Oh, you think so?

[sebkyle-blog]

[Seb pushes Caleb’s shoulders, straddling his waist.] If that’s how it is, you have to think I’m the hottest too. Hotter than Beyonce. [Seb raised his eyebrow, as if challenging Caleb.]

[He breaks into a grin again though, at Caleb’s words, and slowly starts to gyrate his hips.] You want the quick lesson or the full lesson?

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[He settles comfortably on his back when Seb pushes him down, smiling a bit at Seb’s words.] Of course I do. 

[His voice is soft to match his eyes, all gooey and stupid. It was true - as much as he teased Seb he didn’t really have eyes for anyone else. Not even the Queen herself.

Caleb hums as Seb’s hips roll, his hands coming up to rest on Seb’s thighs.]

I think we’ve got time for the full lesson.

[sebkyle-blog]

Biased? You want me to run a poll on which Yankee’s the most hot? Because based on your player portraits alone, you look like a fucking model compared to the rest of the guys.

[Seb kisses Caleb right back.] Well maybe we could work out a deal where we both come. I think people call it “having sex,” or something.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb laughs a little, shrugging his shoulders a bit.] You are biased - I’m your boooyfriend. [He drags the word out childishly, still tickled pink at the thought.] And you have to think I’m the hottest. It’s the rules. 

[He cocks a brow.] Yeah? You’d have to explain it to me - I’m not sure if I’ve heard of it. 

[sebkyle-blog]

[Seb snorts.] Fair enough. You’re still the most handsome out of all of ‘em, anyway.

[Seb shakes his head.] Nu-uh. I’ve gotta make you come. It’s your birthday.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb laughs.] Thanks for bein’ biased. 

[He shrugs a little, pecking a little kiss to Seb’s lower lip.] I like making you come, though. You look so good when you do. 

[sydneytrev]

But I do, ‘cause I’m the one that left. And by leaving, I made it seem like I didn’t want this life, or these friends, and I do. 

[She blinks up at him, attempting to collect herself] 

I don’t know what I’m going to do…Sebastian’s probably going to judge every move I make from now on and Zach–god, I should never make rash decisions.

It’s not your fault, Caleb, honestly–it would’ve happened sooner or later. I’ve just gotta make sure my head doesn’t explode or anything.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

You didn’t, Syd. It was clear you weren’t happy. 

[Caleb smooths his hand gently down Sydney’s back, rubbing it gently.] Sebastian will calm down after a little while. He’s just protective of his brother - I know he acts like he doesn’t care, but he is really protective when it comes to his family. And I'll talk to him - help him see that you're sorry. I'll be on your team, Sydney.

[sebkyle-blog]

Why do you say that? You’re the first person I’d invite. You’re also the hottest on the team. Maybe they’re intimidated by you.

[Seb tickles him more.] Oh, are we? That’s what we’re supposed to be doing?

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

I don’t think they’re intimidated. They’re just a little no homo, y’know?

[He squirms, grabbing Seb’s hands to stop him from tickling him more.] Yeah. Then I’m gonna make you come. 

[sydneytrev]

I–I don’t know if I’m glad, yet, to be honest. I’ll let you know.

[She forces another smile, deciding to inch closer to him–because, strangely, it didn’t feel like he was out to get her. And Sydney needed that. What she had missed so much–the warmth that her friends brought–she feared she’d lack from the second she set foot back in the city.]

[Without another word, Sydney finds herself launching all of her just over five foot frame at Caleb, burying her face in the crook of his neck–which was a stretch, considering their height difference.]

I needed h-help, Caleb, but I couldn’t ask anyone for it and that sc–scared me and I’m just sorry, okay? I’m really sorry.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb nods a little, giving her a smile.]

Yeah, you do that.

[He watches her carefully, biting his bottom lip when she hurls herself at him. Caleb slips his arms around her, hugging her close against him, stooped down to more comfortably hug her. He shushes her gently as she speaks, shaking his head.]

Shh. You don’t need to apologise to me, Syd. I should’ve helped you more. 

[sydneytrev]

[Why it’s so easy for her to tear up at the drop of a hat around Caleb, she doesn’t know. But she’s watching him, her guard flying up as dark eyes land on dark eyes. She bends down cautiously, scooping up the keys before she’s standing again.]

Kinda.

[It’s a stupid attempt at humor, maybe a little sarcasm, but it’s all she’s got at the moment. All that’s running through her mind is the pain she’s inflicted on Zach and, indubitably, that was going to hit Sebastian. So she knows she’s in for some sort of trouble. And, oh, she hates that Caleb’s probably caught in the middle of it.] 

I didn’t mean to hurt them. 

[Sydney squares her jaw, taking a half step forward and then backwards–she’s not sure what to do, doesn’t know if words will ever be enough, because she’s fairly certain her departure’s going to be seen as an excuse, a cop-out. Which is funny, because she’s definitely not the type to take the easy route.]

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb blinks down at the tiny brunette, watching as she picks up her keys, schooling her expression a little. Caleb’s a bit surprised by the way she sort of shuts down - he’d always thought of Syd as a person who wasn’t shy about her emotions, so it was odd to see her hide them. He sorta understood, though - the way things were right now, it probably wasn’t the best to wear your heart on your sleeve. 

Caleb’s eyebrows lift, the crease between them smoothing out as Sydney murmurs about her intention, and his shakes his head a bit.]

I know you didn’t, Sydney. I know. 

[He bites down on his lower lip, wanting to hug her but not sure if he should - not sure if she’d be okay with it. So he wrings his hands awkwardly, not quite sure what to do with them.]

I uh... I missed you, y’know. I’m glad you’re back. 

[sebkyle-blog]

[Seb giggles too as Caleb pulls away.] See? Giggly. Anyway I hope not, because if you’re having locker room orgies and I’m at least not invited I would be upset.

[Seb tickles Caleb’s sides, laughing.]

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb shakes his head.] I really doubt they’d invite me if there was a locker room orgy. 

[Caleb squirms as Seb tickles him, letting out a noise of complaint.] Hey! We’re supposed to be kissing, not tickling!

[sebkyle-blog]

I hear things about locker rooms, Caleb. Always smacking eachoher’s asses, I know how it is.

[Seb lifts a leg to lock around Caleb’s waist, humming against his mouth.]

Good.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb has to break away from the kiss ‘cause he gets all giggly at Sebastian’s words - childish as hell but he can’t really help it. He’s still a little goofy from not enough sleep and he’s in such a good mood that they just fall from his lips despite himself.]

Oh you know how it is, huh? Life isn’t porn. 

[sebkyle-blog]

Mm. Better be only for me, jerk.

[Seb pulls away and tilts Caleb’s face up to face him, leaning down to kiss him.] Missed how grabby you are. Want more.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

What, you think I go around goosin’ other people like some weird serial ass grabber?

[He lifts his chin willingly, returning the kiss as their lips meet. He hums a little noise as Seb speaks, hand flexing around the little handful of ass once more.]

Mmm. Missed grabbin’ you.

[sebkyle-blog]

Giggliest–ah.

[Seb giggles himself as Caleb gooses him rolling onto his side and snuggling Caleb into his chest, burying his face in his hair.] Grabby, too.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

Nah, that’s you. 

[He grins as Seb pulls him in closer, keeping his palm planted firmly on Sebastian’s little butt.] Only for you, baby. 

[sebkyle-blog]

It is nerdy, just a different kind of nerdy, you big, giggly baby.

Banter my ass.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb snorts, pulling a face.]

I’m not giggly. Shuddup. 

[Caleb grins as Seb mentions his ass, hand scooting under him to give it a gentle grab.]

[sydneytrev]

[She hears his voice, and it doesn’t quite register at first. So the reaction is delayed. But the petite girl turns around, suddenly feeling a thousand times smaller as she comes face to face with Caleb. Swallowing back the tears, she forces a somewhat teary smile. She’s well aware that no matter how many times she says she’s all right, that everything’s all right–it isn’t.]

Hi, Caleb.

[calebfuckingcurtis-blog]

[Caleb watches as Sydney turns to face him, still a little bit in shock. It was just so odd to see her after so long - especially to just run into her out of nowhere. A part of him was definitely a little relieved and pleased to see her - he’d missed her quite a lot - but part of him was also worried too. Of what would happen with the Kyles when they found out about Sydney returning, how Seb would react and what sort of things he’d say. Sebastian was very good at the cold-shoulder-make-you-feel-like-shit thing and even if he had a right to be mad Caleb knew that wouldn’t help out the situation all that much. 

He blinks out of his thoughts when he sees the emotion on Syd’s face, giving her a tiny smile of his own, brow still pinched a little.]

Heya, Syd. S’been a while, huh?