Yes please! I canât be the only one that wants to read your take on what happened after that kiss and callum getting dragged outta the Vic
As you requested, here's my take on what happened after they left the Vic. I hope this lives up to your expectations! :)
The cold air bites at Ben's skin as soon as he steps onto the pavement outside the Vic. He has to admit, he had half-expected Callum to stop them both in their tracks before they reached the Vic doors and ask Ben exactly what he thinks he's doing, they both knew Callum had the strength. But Callum didn't. He had kept his fingers intertwined with Ben's and allowed himself to be led out of the pub, away from wandering eyes.
"Crikey." Ben says, the doors swing closed behind them, "I should have worn a warmer coat."
Callum tugs on Ben's hand, forcing him to turn around and face him. "This hardly qualifies as a coat, Ben." He quirks his brow, his free hand running down the zipper of Ben's leather jacket.
"Excuse me, you're one to talk. What do you call this, eh?" Ben flicks Callum's own jacket with his thumb. "This is thinner than your suit jacket!"
Callum chuckles and pulls Ben towards him, his hand sliding underneath Ben's jacket and resting on the small of his back. Clearly taking the hint of what Callum is trying to achieve, Ben wraps his arms around Callum's waist, pressing his chest against Callum, soaking in each other's warmth.
They stay there like that for a few moments, glancing up at each, lips connecting for small, quick pecks. Ben raises his hand and presses it to Callum's chest, covering his heart. He tilts his head back so that he can look up at Callum properly, a smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, "It takes a real man to wear leather, anyway." Ben teases.
Shaking his head, Callum tries to fight against the grin spreading across his lips,"You're unbelievable."
"Thank you." Ben says and leans up on his tiptoes, planting a soft fleeting kiss to Callum's mouth.
When they break apart, Callum doesn't lower his hands from Ben's back and Ben doesn't loosen his grip on his waist. The words Ben had said to Callum repeating over and over in his head, 'Enjoy yourself.' Callum draws his bottom lip between his teeth and begins to chew on it, flickering his gaze at Ben as he does this.
"You alright?" Ben asks, eyeing Callum carefully.
"Yeah. I, uh, I was just thinking about what you said." Callum chooses his words carefully. "About me enjoying myself."
Ben smirks, "You've kissed me both times I said it. Don't think I haven't noticed." He jokes, his hand rubbing circles over Callum's chest.
Callum chuckles, grateful for the night sky that is hiding his flushed cheeks. You see, Ben was right. Whenever he had told Callum to enjoy himself, Callum had given Ben this look, or rather the look , and then lunged for his lips, not that Ben complained, of course.
"Well, I was thinking that we could, you know, go back to yours or, or, or mine?" Callum blurts out. "I get it if you don't, I mean I know it's-"
Ben understands the kind of courage it must have taken Callum to admit that he doesn't want their night together to end just yet. That's why he cuts Callum off by capturing his lips in a quick kiss.
"Come on then. Mine it is."
When they get to Ben's, the house is in darkness. It's like a ghost town.
"Where is everyone?" Callum asks.
Ben laughs, "What? Was putting on a show in the park not enough publicity for you?" He teases.
Callum blushes at the memory and pokes Ben in the ribs. This earns a snort from Ben, as Callum had come to learn, Ben was very ticklish.
"Mum's working late at the Albert, Ian and Bobby are at the restaurant still, Lexi's at Billy's and Lo's out with Jay." Ben lists. "We've got the place to ourselves." He pulls Callum by the hand and into the living room.
He leans against the table and Callum's body presses against his. Before they know it, their lips are connected and Ben's hand is lowering to the front of Callum's jeans. He brushes his fingers along Callum's thigh before settling on his crotch, palming him.
Callum breaks the kiss with a small groan. Ben just smirks but eventually slows his movements, not wanting to rush Callum.
"People have got to eat off here." Callum says breathlessly, as he nods down at the table.
Ben smiles, "I know what I'd like to be eating off of here."
Callum pulls Ben by his lapels and kisses him hungrily. His hands roam over the front of Ben's t-shirt, one slips underneath and he traces his fingertips over Ben's chest, deepening the kiss.
That was all the encouragement Ben needed. His fingers rush to Callum's jacket and he shrugs it off, dropping it on the floor before reaching for Callum's shirt buttons. Callum mimics Ben's movements and pulls Ben's jacket off, followed by his shirt.
It's Ben who breaks the kiss this time. He interlocks his fingers with Callum's for the second time tonight, and leads him to the staircase.
Warning: anything past this point is explicit
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