Chapter 17: Good Ending Part Two: Stay With Me
Second half of the good ending, and the last chapter! Hope you enjoy ^_^
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Trey’s alarm beeps right on time… against Cater’s left leg. Cater blinks owlishly at it, taking far too long to realize that it’s coming from Trey’s pants pocket. He yawns and stretches his arms. His shirt is hiked up around his armpits and his pants are unzipped, but they are disappointingly still on his very un-sexed body. Oops~ Guess they hadn’t gotten very far last night.
"Hmmm...? Huh- OH!" Trey gasps, eyes widening as he looks around the guest room. He stares down at Cater for a moment, cheekbones flushing bright pink. Cater looks up at him with an awkward, and very silly grin…
"We fell asleep without brushing our teeth!" Trey gasps, then rolls out of bed in a panic.
“Nnnghhhhhh…” Cater groans in protest as Trey escapes the bed and hurries off. Noooooo, he was so cozy…
"Cater! We need to get ready! Up and at 'em!" Trey calls from the bathroom. Cater can hear him brushing his teeth twice in quick succession before hurrying out into the kitchen. "Cater! Breakfast!"
Cater rubs his face with both hands and rolls out of bed, stumbling over to his suitcase without opening his eyes. He opens it up, then pokes through the contents for clothes and bathroom stuff. As he does, his fingers brush across a swath of silky, black fabric. His face flushes in shame, and he shoves it down deeper inside before pulling out a nice pair of jeans and a colourful t-shirt that should pair well with an apron.
“I’m up!” He hugs his clothes and toiletries to his chest as he peeks into the bathroom. “Do you need the shower? Imma rinse off.”
"I'll take one later! I… um. I hope you slept well." Trey calls. His back is facing Cater, but his voice is suddenly adorably awkward and hesitant. Awwww~
“Not too bad!” Cater calls back, turning on the shower. “Uh… sorry if I was too forward. Last night. I know you were super tired.”
He winces good-naturedly at his own awkwardness, then steps into the shower with a little sigh. Yeah, it will definitely be too awkward to jerk off in here after last night, even if he did have more time. He washes quickly, using the soap out of his traveling kit and rinsing off before the water can even fully warm up. He rubs his eyes again, then shuts the water off and runs a towel over his arms and legs. He eyes all the toothbrushes on the counter, then snickers a little and pulls out his own, giving his teeth a quick once-over more for Trey’s sake than his own.
“Ahhhhhhh…” He steps out of the bathroom, straightening his shirt and putting on his cute face. “Ooh, breakfast! Please tell me you still drink coffee and haven’t switched to maté.”
"Mah-tay? What's that?" Trey asks, taking a pair of medium cooked eggs and bacon out of the pan.
“Maté is like. This trendy morning caffeine brew that’s kinda like tea, but you’re supposed to drink it out of a gourd and with this little straw to keep the gross leafy bits out. Ugh! Too much hassle,” Cater takes his plate and sits at the table.
"Huh... that's interesting. I wonder if it's one of those trends that were part of a tradition. And then it came into full swing because someone famous showcased it..." Trey ponders, slipping a piece of buttered, sourdough toast onto his plate.
“Oh totes. It was a thing that native tribes in the jungle between the Sunset Savanna and the Scalding Sands did FOREVER. It got picked up and was ultra cammable for a hot minute, and then cultural appropriation backlash like CRAZY. I kinda stayed out of it,” Cater fiddles with a lock of hair behind his ear. He nibbles the eggs lightly at first, just to be polite, then stares down at his plate, eyes widening in surprise.
“Treyyyyyyy, I don’t even normally EAT breakfast. How do you make it taste so good?” He takes another bite, and gives Trey a teasing pout.
"The eggs? Ah... Those would be chives, salt, and pepper. And I make sure I get good quality eggs from the local farmers, and the bacon directly from the butcher. He always gives me a good price. Chives are from the window box." He points out the herbs growing in his kitchen window.
“Dang Trey, you got a whole local ecosystem! Living the dream. Ha ha, I knew a ‘cammer who was trying to do what you’re doing but like. Documented EVERYTHING. Kept getting hate for using plastic baggies and driving a car.” Cater shakes his head with a low chuckle. “Not ‘authentic.’ Such BS…”
Why did he bring that up? He doesn’t want to think about all that. He picks up his coffee cup and takes a long drink, inhaling deeply. Trey even uses decent coffee, the beautiful bastard…
"I don't think I could live like that, documenting everything. I wouldn't know where my life began, and where the... I suppose the entertainment would end? I imagine it's not easy... how are you holding up on it all?" Trey asks, tone laced with a hint of hesitant concern. "I think you said you were taking a break? Or am I making things up?"
“I think I mentioned it,” Cater agrees. “And it’s been nice. It started kinda getting to me in a bad way. You know? Like… I still LOVE photography but the rest of it all was…”
Ugh, why is he even talking about this? He makes a vague gesture and takes another drink, half hoping that Trey will change the subject.
“It wasn’t making you happy like it used to?” Trey asks, watching him closely. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you without your phone.”
“You know? I’m not sure it was ever making me happy.” Cater can hear that his own voice has taken on an odd, hollow quality, but he can’t bring himself to hide it. He stares at the wall just past Trey’s shoulder, feeling disconnected and strangely fragile. “Sure. Feels good when a pic gets likes, especially when you pulled out all the stops and got the right filter, the best shot, light’s just perfect. You know you captured something gorgeous and a whole bunch of other people agree?”
He laughs softly, then holds out his thumbs and index fingers to frame Trey’s face between his hands. “Pure happy vibes. But when you know you did a good job and people just don’t care, because you didn’t hit the trend, or you couldn’t quite get scooped up by the algorithm? Watching something you put love into just get ignored. It’s just…”
He drops his hands and wraps them around his cup again, smile shrinking and gaze dropping to the tabletop.
“…exhausting.”
“… Well you don’t have to worry about that here.”
Cater starts a little as Trey reaches across the table and covers the back of his hand with his own. “You don’t need to do anything special to get my attention. You already got it,” he continues in a tone that would be cheesy if it wasn’t so damn genuine and real. “The only thing that should exhaust us is the end of the day.”
“Awwww~” Cater turns his hand over and gives Trey’s a fond little squeeze. “Exhausts us? Againnnnn~?”
“Uh…” Trey blushes hard and Cater gives him a sly grin.
“You massive tease. If you work me to exhaustion, I swear I will sleep-walk into your bed. You watch.”
"Oh? Thanks for the warning. I won't be surprised to see you there." Trey smirks. "I really liked last night, I could get used to sleeping next to you. Cater... I... want to pursue this, if... if that is something you want to do?"
He looks all uncertain and adorable again, and Cater’s heart just wants to flutter out of his chest in a cloud of happy heart emojis. Then Trey’s face goes all alarmed and he starts stammering and backtracking. "No pressure! I mean… Nothing changes… i-if you don't want to..."
“Youuuuuuu~” Cater leans forward across the table and kisses him with a long, happy sigh. “Ha ha, you’re always so… so you . Yeah, you big dummy, I wanna pursue this.”
Sheesh, he hopes that he hadn’t given him the impression that he DIDN’T want to pursue this after trying to undress him last night. Cater leans forward and kisses him again, slower this time. His heart soars as Trey reciprocates, tongue lightly tracing his own. He tastes like sugar and coffee, and for the first time in a while, Cater doesn’t mind the sweetness.
“Mmmm…” Cater regretfully breaks the kiss after a wonderfully timeless moment. “I thought we had to go bake sweeties soon~ Are you calling a day off?”
Trey gasps, then pulls away and looks down at the time on his phone. "Oh Seven, we’re late. Pick this back up tonight?”
“Okayyyy~” Cater giggles and downs the last of his coffee. “Rain check~”
‘Damn you Chenya...' Trey groans, realizing that his friend was correct, as always. Does he have to invest in condoms now? What part of the store are those even sold in…?
Either way, shopping will have to wait. The morning is packed full of work, and passes in a blur of activity. Cater is fantastic help, and in the best possible way, he’s also distracting. Teasing little glances whenever Trey asks him to pass kitchen utensils. Flirty touches whenever he has to squeeze past him to get to a different part of the kitchen. He stays on task, and they’re done before it's time to open up for the morning, but his very presence seems to carry a not-so-subtle promise.
We didn’t get to finish what we started last night~
Trey feels invigorated, moving happily through the prep and decorating with renewed focus. It’s such a shame that Cater doesn’t like sweets, because that means nothing he’s making will appeal to him. Maybe he should add something savory to his offerings. Soft pretzels maybe?
"Oh!" Trey straightens up with a blushy grin when he feels a pinch on the fold where his thigh meets his backside. "Ha ha, you’re so motivated this morning."
“Rainbow thingies~” Cater hands him the box of sprinkles he’d asked for. “I don’t think I slept that good in like, months. Ooh, those are pretty. Did you do them like the Teacup Trials on purpose?”
He points to the cupcakes that Trey has been busily decorating.
"Teacup…? Uh, no. They’re actually a really old idea of mine. Ever since staying in Heartslabyul, I thought a pack of cupcakes would be amazing if I made them with tea cake, and then shaped the base to look like a teacup. I even flavored the cakes to make them taste like the better-known teas. Earl Grey, lemon, black tea and chai…” He points them each out in turn. “I'm thinking of adding green tea to the list too."
Trey picks up his phone and shows Cater a few pictures of the tea sets that inspired his special cupcakes. "The biggest question was how to make the 'teacup' edible. I went through trial and error with that one, but the answer in the end was surprisingly simple! Waffle cones. You can bake them with the cake batter, and it acts like an edible wrapper. I have never heard of the teacup trials though. What is that?"
"HA! I keep forgetting you're kinda living under a rock here..." Cater takes out his own phone and taps through a few screens before turning it around to show him. It's a basic image search - not Magicam, but it's clear from the glittery filters and cutesy influencer poses that most of these were taken for Magicam. About half of them depict fancy, Queendom of Roses-style tea sets, with platters of cupcakes that look strikingly similar to the ones that Trey is currently making. The other half show the influencers throwing the tea sets and the cupcakes across the room to break and smash them.
"So there was this popular band called The Teacups that got charged with all these stupid crimes after attending a worker's protest last summer-ish. Pretty nonsense, and the charges got dropped, but it turned into a whole thing," Cater snickers. "They released an album a month ago called The Teacup Trials, which kinda sparked everything off again. It'll probably die down in a week or so."
“Ohhhhh. That’s why the cupcakes took off. I’ve been selling these for a month now. They always did ok, but yesterday they literally flew off the shelves.” Trey adjusts his glasses, looking over the pictures that Cater is showing him. “Hmm… I guess I should keep an eye on these kinds of things, but I made these because I loved the idea. Not because I thought they’d be popular.”
"Ha! Yeah, I bet. Just hope people are like. Eating them and not throwing them at a wall somewhere," Cater snickers, tucking his phone away.
"Meh,” Trey shrugs. “It's not my place to tell them what to do with their food. I hate waste, but they're the ones who paid for it. These are NOT cheap.”
“I guess so,” Cater shakes his head.
The workday passes quickly and smoothly. Cater is amazing with customers, and even though Trey quickly runs out of cupcakes again, he's able to bake a second, and then a third round while he handles the front. It seems like no time at all has passed by the time the flood of customers thins out to a trickle, and it's finally time for lunch. Trey flips the open sign to ‘closed,’ then wipes the sweat off his brow.
"Wooo... that was so much smoother than yesterday. You’re amazing, Cater."
“Awwww, you’re welcome!” Cater calls from the back. Trey walks toward him, rubbing a crick in his neck with a little grimace. He’s been baking nonstop for hours.
“My back is killing me,” he mumbles, bending down for a moment to loosen himself up.
"Well then sit down, silly. Sheesh, no wonder Chen-Chen said you were working yourself to death." Cater pulls out a chair and all but pushes it under his butt.
“I’m not working myself to death,” he sighs, sitting down in the chair.
“Uh huh?” Cater asks drily. He starts to rub Trey’s shoulders, pressing the pad of his thumb along the edge of the triangle just below his neck. “You baked how many fancy cupcakes today?”
“Mnnnnnn…” Trey sighs, closing his eyes in relieved delight. “I… hmmm… I think… twelve dozen? Lots…”
"Mmmm-hmm?" Trey feels Cater’s fingers slip under the collar of his shirt. They pause for a moment, and then Cater leans forward and presses a light, teasing kiss to the crook of his neck. And then another…
“Cater…” Trey groans, tilting his head to the side. “You're gonna… get me riled up if you keep doing that.”
"Riled up?" Another little kiss, and Cater's fingers slip teasingly down the center of his back in a slow, tingling stroke. "Oh noooo, not that~"
“Hmm~” Trey smiles, rolling his shoulders back. “I mean it… keep it up and we might miss lunch.”
"Sounds like I'll just have to treat you later then~" Cater gently kisses his cheek, making Trey half-close one eye and smile. "To make up for it..."
He leans forward and tilts his chin to kiss the corner of Trey's mouth again, lingering there with a long, eager sigh. Trey turns toward him, meeting his lips and deepening the kiss. He loves the taste of coffee on Cater's tongue. "Hmmm~ I'll hold you to it."
“Will you~?”
“Mmm-hmm~” Trey lets Cater tilt his head up, and can’t help looking up at Cater's face for a beautiful, little moment. "You look wonderful," he murmurs.
There's an odd expression that flickers over Cater's face at that, but he quickly hides it with another kiss. "You look wonderful yourself. This bakery stuff all suits you so well."
Cater circles around in front of him to press a kiss more firmly against his lips, lightly tracing the crease where they meet with his tongue. Trey tips his face up to meet him with a little frown, wondering why that wouldn’t make Cater happy. Does he not believe him?
“C’mere~” Trey settles his hands around Cater’s waist, tugging him closer. Cater is all too happy to be pulled into his lap. He moans softly and his kisses get a little more hurried and needy, fingertips starting to stray down Trey's sides.
"Haahhhh... ha ha. Are you sure we're ok back here?" Cater nuzzles his face into the side of his neck with a longing whimper. "Don't wanna... make things weird for you..."
“Back… here…? Uh… upstairs.” Trey pants lightly. Impulsively, he scoops his arms beneath Cater’s back and legs, picking him up with relative ease despite his aches. “C’mon…”
“Ah!” Cater squeaks and giggles. “Wait, I thought you were tired!”
“Not that tired.” Trey kisses Cater again, and starts carrying his (boyfriend??) up to his apartment. He stops at the door, then awkwardly tries to rattle it open with his fingertips. It stubbornly stays closed.
“Uuuh… help?” He asks sheepishly.
“Mmmm,” Cater giggles, then reaches out and opens the door for them. “My hero. Are you gonna carry me all the way up the stairs too?”
"Maybe~" Trey snickers. "Paint the Roses."
“EEEEEEEEEE!” Cater jolts as the spell takes effect and clings tightly to Trey’s neck. “OH, that’s so weird. Did you make me LIGHTER?!”
"Yep!” Trey easily walks with him through the little back area and up the narrow stairs up to his apartment. “You’re about the same weight as a rubber ball now.”
“AIEEEEE?!” Cater squeals again as Trey casually switches his hold on him from a bridal carry to an over-the-shoulder one, like he’s kidnapping a princess. It has the added benefit of freeing up one of his hands so that he can open the door to his apartment.
“Doing ok up there?” Trey pats his lower back with one hand.
“Oh my god, this is SO weird,” Cater wiggles around on his shoulder with a fit of giggles. “I feel like I could jump all the way to the roof! Ehh-!”
His body jolts a little as he gives a hop on Trey’s shoulder, and then he squeals and clings more tightly to his shirt, giggling his head off. “WAIT-! Does it work on ALL the me-s? WE MUST FIND OUT FOR SCIENCE. ’Split Card!’”
His entire body vibrates against Trey’s shoulder, and then a Cater clone hops to the floor in front of Trey with a hopeful jump. Trey laughs as he only manages to get about a foot into the air, about the same as what Cater is normally capable of.
"No, it’s only you,” Trey closes the door behind them and gives Cater a little squeeze. “I'd have to cast it again to affect all your clones.”
“Awwwwww~” The extra Cater disappears and the one on his shoulder teasingly kicks his feet, more testing out his newfound lightness than protesting or trying to escape. “Do I get to stay like a balloon all afternoon~?”
“Only if I keep re-casting it every fifteen minutes.” Trey snorts. Now that he’s just walking across a room instead of concentrating on stairs, he can feel that Cater’s body actually is quite a bit lighter, and not just because of the spell. His torso is just a little too bony underneath his clothes, ribs and hips heavily defined and palpable. He frowns a little, giving him an experimental squeeze. “Let’s get you to bed, hmm? I want to get you naked.”
“FINALLY. Nnngh-! Get you… get YOU naked too~”
Cater clumsily tugs at the back of Trey’s shirt, giggling his head off as he only manages to tug it up to his shoulder blades. He fumbles a little and it slips out of his fingers, falling back down.
“THWARTED!!” He jams both his hands down the back of Trey’s pants instead, pushing his waistband down until the cleft of his backside is peeking out. “Nnngh-! Imma get’chu!”
“Well, aren’t you eager!” Trey gets him into his own bedroom and tosses him down onto the bed. Cater flails and squeals, giggling so hard that his entire face has turned pink. Trey can’t help laughing with him, playfully wrestling him down to get him out of his shirt. “Looks like I thwarted you~”
“Oh nooooo, I’ve been thwarted~” Cater giggles in easy defeat.
“Mmm-hmm~” Trey tugs his shirt off. Cater tucks his hands behind his head and bites his tongue with a cheeky smile. He’s pale, and his nipples are like tiny, pink rosebuds. He was always on the thin side at school, but now he’s almost worryingly thin. It looks like he’s barely been eating, and it’s surprising that it hasn’t really shown in his face yet. Trey stares down at him, excitement fading just a little as he traces his hands over his waist and chest.
“Oh Cater…” He looks up at Cater’s face, then crawls on top of him, gently pinning him down. “I love you. You know that, right?”
The expressions that flicker over Cater’s face as he says that are complicated. Longing and pain are foremost among them. His eyes are suddenly over-bright. Before Trey can really see much more, he leans forward and presses a deep, gentle kiss to his mouth, subtly twisting free of his grip just enough to do so.
“I love you too~” He murmurs without answering the question. Trey returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around behind him in a firm, comforting embrace. He doesn’t know what happened, but it’s clear that it was bad. Cater’s been suffering.
“You know that… right?” he repeats with a half-serious little smile. This time, Cater giggles.
“I knowwwww~” he answers in a deliberately sassy tone. He reaches down and teasingly hooks a finger into the waistband of Trey’s pants, tugging on the button until it pops loose. “Oops~!”
“H-hey!” Trey blushes as Cater drags down the zipper. Why did he decide to wear his green boxers today? These are so plain and… and stupid…
“Now I’ve thwarted YOU!” Cater snickers and continues tugging Trey’s pants and underwear down as far as he can get them… which is mostly just bunched up around the tops of his thighs and still thoroughly in the way. “Ehh-! Stupid pants. Behave and get off!”
Trey laughs as Cater pokes at his tummy, trying to make him sit up straighter. “Having some trouble there?”
“Treyyyyyyy, your pants are the worst!”
“Oh noooo, my pants refuse to fall. Guess I’ll just give YOU attention instead.” Trey smugly tugs Cater’s own pants all the way off, and tosses them to the floor. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Cater’s own, much sexier black boxers and then pauses, feeling a little uncertain. “… Is this ok? We’re not moving too fast?”
“TREY-!” Cater wails, hips bucking upward into his.. “Noooo, keep going, please, I’m gonna explodeeeee, hnnnnnn~!!”
He tugs at Trey’s pants again, trying to get him closer to bring naked. “Don’t you make me resort to using magic while I’m distracted and horny!”
“Ok, ok,” Trey chuckles and sits up enough to let Cater slip his pants off. He tosses them aside, then double-takes as his eyes catch a white handprint on the back pocket, like someone patted his butt with dusty, white powder. “What the…? Did you decorate my ass with powdered sugar?”
"Heeee~ I think I did it by accident. Sowwy~" Cater runs his hands down Trey's sides with an apologetic pout.
“It’s okay. Brings a new meaning to having a ‘sweet’ ass.” Trey snickers.
"Hee~! Well, you do have a sweet ass."
Trey leans forward to kiss him again, sighing happily at the closeness. The touches, the way Cater looks so happy. It all makes him feel so loved that his heart feels like it’s going to overflow. “Can I… do something… for you?”
"Like what?" Cater's voice is breathy and his cheeks are flushed. His fingertips keep brushing gently over the curve of his thighs, creeping closer and closer to Trey's crotch like he's trying to sneak up on it.
"Can I... suck you off?" Trey is somewhat experienced in this area, and given his fascination with mouths, teeth, and tongues… well. He explored a few things.
Cater bursts into giggles and presses his forehead into Trey's chest for a moment. "You realize it's supposed to be the other way around, right? You're supposed to be begging me to suck you off?"
"Is it? But I asked if I could do something for you. Not you doing something for me,” Trey frowns, wondering if he’s doing this wrong. "I don't have condoms so... I don't know what else we could do? I figured this would make us both…"
"Nooooo, that's not what I mean..." Cater bursts into giggles again. "YES, you can suck me off, but like. If it's just a condom thing then I have condoms. Don't feel like, pressured, ok?"
“I don’t. And no pressure on you either, okay?" Trey slips down until he’s lying on his front between Cater’s legs, with his chin resting lightly on his pubic mound. "I just want you to relax, not worry, and let me do this for you."
"Feels more like you're doing me a massive favour. Not used to being pampered," Cater gives him a small, almost sad smile. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?"
"So are you!” Trey pushes himself up onto his elbows and gives Cater a serious look. “You're amazing too. I don't think you know how much I adore you. You're present, you’re courageous, you're free spirited, you do so many things that I can't. That's why in college, and in the bakery today…” He leans down and kisses Cater’s tummy, just below his belly button. “We make such a good team. And when I see that you're not getting taken care of, it makes me worry. So let me pamper you. Let me feed you until you burst. Let me spoil you until you can’t take anymore, and-"
Cater all but lunges for him, kissing him deeply. His arms wrap snugly behind his back, hugging him fervently, almost desperately.
"Oh my god..." Cater buries his face in the side of his neck with a breathy chuckle. "You can't just say things like that."
"Hmmm~" Trey hums, kissing him back. He’s just happy that he found the right thing to say, the one that Cater so obviously needed to hear. “But I did say it.”
“Yeah~ you weirdo…” Cater’s fingers push tenderly through Trey's hair, smoothing it back from his face. They accidentally knock into the earpiece of his glasses, knocking them askew. Cater slips them off, and then leans back and cheekily puts them on his own face.
"Agh! I can't see anything!” He squints through the lenses at him with a silly grin.
“Yeah, ‘cause they’re made for bad eyes. You don’t have bad eyes. You know what you got?” Trey snickers. He can make out Cater’s face with a bit of a squint, but anything further away is just a blur.
"Noooo. What do I got?" Cater beams at him, tongue between his teeth in a cheeky smile again.
“Pretty eyes. They’re like rock candy.” Trey says, chuckling at his lame joke.
"Oh my goooood," Cater moans, falling back into the pillows. "That's almost a dad joke. It's a bad joke. A BAD DAD JOKE."
“Sorry, that’s the only kind I have,” Trey chuckles apologetically, trailing his fingers down Cater’s sides before finally tugging his boxers off. Cater inhales eagerly, lifting his hips a little to help. Unlike Trey, he's circumcised, and the tip of his cock is the same shade of pink as his nipples. He has a cute little trail of red-blonde hair that starts a few inches down from his belly button and curves between his legs. Trey settles himself again and then gives his cock an experimental little lick.
“Mmmmm~” Cater moans, thighs and tummy visibly tensing. His head falls back and his pretty, rock candy eyes close behind Trey’s glasses. "H-how... do you feel about noises?"
“Noises? I don’t mind. Be as loud as you want.” Trey leans in, and drags his tongue across the head. He pops it into his mouth and pulls his tongue along the shaft in a firm, full-mouthed lick. It feels so satisfying and wonderful on a fundamental level to do this~ He wiggles his hips, pressing his legs together to rub against the bedspread and licking him again.
“Guh~!” Cater’s tummy flexes, and he makes a needy, strained noise. His fingers curl into little fists, and he pauses, panting softly a few times before shyly running his fingers through Trey's hair. "Oh god… f-fuck-! Haaahhh... Oh my god, this is so fucking hot~"
Trey’s face warms at the unexpected praise that what he’s doing is considered ‘hot.’ He works his tongue back and forth, enjoying the warm, soft texture and guiding the head back and forth through his lips. He reaches up with one hand to squeeze the base of the shaft at the same time, using it to meter how deep he’s taking him. He’s twitching and hardening inside his mouth in such a wonderful, fascinating way~
"Ohhhh-HHH!" Cater's voice breaks, core muscles fluttering and body pulling into a tense arch. He takes a few, shallow breaths and then makes a strangled sound as though he's struggling to hold himself back. "G-gonna... real close. Don't want to... in your mouth..."
Trey quickly pulls his mouth off in that moment, pumping him rapidly with his hand instead. He appreciates being warned, since he honestly doesn’t want cum in his mouth.
"Trey-!" Cater comes just seconds later with a loud, drawn out moan, spilling cum over Trey’s hand and staring at him with a heady mix of pleasure and intense love. He's still wearing Trey's glasses, but they've slipped comically down his nose, too big to stay properly in place. Trey keeps going until his body relaxes, and his panting starts to slow. He wipes his hand off on his boxers, faintly proud of how quickly he made Cater come. It looks like he really needed that.
He crawls up beside him, then gently takes his glasses off Cater’s nose and places them safely on the bedside table. "You good?"
“Yeahhhhhhh~" Cater leans forward and presses a silly, giggly kiss to Trey's cheek. "I can... do you if you want. Don't wanna... leave you out of the fun."
"Only if you want..." Trey murmurs, brushing a strand of sweaty, red hair back from Cater's face.
"Yeah I want~" Cater murmurs, reaching down to lightly draw his fingers down the front of Trey’s boxers. "How do you want me? Like you just did for me?"
Trey looks down. His boxers have a very noticeable bulge in them, and Cater’s little touches make him twitch and throb eagerly. "Mmmm~ Do it the way you want to. I'm afraid that I'm not the best at all this."
"Could have fooled me~" Cater woozily switches places with him and nuzzles his face between his thighs. Trey stuffs a pillow under his head and shoulders to prop himself up, wiggling his legs apart to make it easier for Cater to get between them.
“Goodbye undies~” Cater tugs his boxers off, then lightly traces Trey's cock with two fingers and a giggle. "He has a widdle scarf!"
"Cater!" Trey blushes hard, not expecting that comment about his dick. His, unlike Cater's, still has the foreskin. He knows Cater isn’t making fun of him, but he... Cater can see what he looks like and... Oh Seven, he’s going to see that stupid tattoo if he tries to turn him around…
Cater snickers and nuzzles the tip of Trey's cock with his nose. "Shhhh, stop it Cater, you're embarrassing Trey-Trey~" He gives the shaft a playful lick, and then casually pops it into his mouth, licking at the underside and sucking gently. Trey covers his mouth, shivering as a pulse of warm pleasure surges eagerly through the pit of his stomach. His core muscles tense up, and he watches Cater closely, entranced by how his tongue moves, how his cheeks are puffing out. He still has that cute, overgrown fang on the left side~
“Mnnn…” he moans faintly, feeling his cock twitch against Cater’s lips. Cater's eyes flick upward with a little smirk, and then he looks down and starts bobbing his head in a smooth, even rhythm. Trey can feel his tongue stroking up and down the underside of his shaft with slick pressure, and the suction tugs at his skin, making him throb in time with his movements. Cater’s hands curl under his buttocks, gently squeezing and holding him. His hair is mussed from lying on his back, half out of its little ponytail and sticking up in the back. It waves up and down as he slowly begins to speed up and take him deeper.
“Hahhh… hahhhh…” Trey pants softly. He reaches down to lightly touch Cater’s head, pushing his fingertips through his hair. It feels soft, and slightly damp from sweat. Cater pushes into his hand and moans softly around his cock, sending a gentle vibration through the shaft. His fingers curl under his thighs, giving him a firm, full-fingered squeeze. He bobs his head a few more times, then pulls him out of his mouth with a little sigh. He takes a deep breath and lightly licks along the sides of his cock.
"You doing good?" He kisses Trey's inner thigh.
Trey nods wordlessly. He feels like putty in Cater's hands, and mouth. He pants gently, staring down at him. "I'm... I'm close... Your mouth feels so good..."
“Good! It’s supposed to~” Cater beams, then dives back in at a quicker, and more powerful pace. His mouth makes wet, slick noises and his fingers curl and stroke at the backs of his thighs. Trey can feel the pad of his tongue squeezing him tight to the roof of his mouth and curling around the tip, pressing his foreskin back as he bobs again, and again, and again…
"Cater! I'm going to cum... Cater... Cater..." Trey switches his grip to the sheets so he won’t accidentally trap him, his legs trembling, and his knuckles turning white. He clenches his jaw, and-
"Nnnnnnnnnmmmmgh!" he feels his cock throb hard as the orgasm washes over him. Cater keeps sucking him, stroking the shaft with his tongue to fully milk him dry. He can feel him swallowing around his shaft, dragging out the orgasm out until his cock starts to soften and he flinches a little, suddenly just a little too sensitive. Cater lets go with a wet pop, then matter-of factly wipes off his mouth and crawls up next to him with a long, sleepy sigh.
“Good?” He reaches out and lightly boops the end of Trey’s nose.
"Uh... uh huh..." Trey takes a long, deep exhale. The sheets of his bed are sticking to his body, and he’s glowing with warmth and sleepy contentment. It feels like Cater somehow cast ‘Paint the Roses’ on him, and made his own body feather-light. "You surprised me... I didn't think you'd swallow."
"Meh..." Cater lets his face drop into the space between Trey's face, his shoulder and the pillow, making his next words muffled. "Feels ok doing it for you... I've done worse things."
"Worse things? Did you get super kinky after graduation?" Trey jokes, wrapping his arm around Cater and rubbing his back. Cater snickers into the pillow, shoulders hitching.
"Lot of things happened. It's been a while…" his voice trails off into silence. Trey frowns, then pulls him into a close, firm hug.
"... Cater... I know something happened... and I don't want to press you, but... I can tell it wasn’t good."
“Mnnnghhh…” Cater turns his head back around and presses his forehead into Trey's with a little sigh. "Don't wanna remember that stuff. Just want to be here..."
He wraps his arm around Trey's back and snuggles in close, closing his eyes.
"...be with you."
"That's okay... I wanna be with you too…” Trey lets it drop, lying with him and just breathing. Basking in the serene, comfortable silence of their shared afterglow.
Then Cater’s tummy gurgles loudly. Trey giggles then leans down and kisses it a few times.
“Eeeee-!” Cater squirms around, giggling and halfheartedly pushing at his forehead to make him stop.
“We forgot lunch. I'm thinking of something nicer than sandwiches. Got anything in mind?" Trey snuggles close to his side again.
"Mmmm..." Cater teasingly kisses the underside of his jaw, and then nibbles his earlobe. "You're nicer than sammiches~"
"Hmmm... Am I? I don't think I'm very filling." Trey jokes, giving Cater a small squeeze. He loves being here... staring up at his ceiling with Cater~
"You did a pretty good job just now~" Cater claps both hands over his own mouth with a little wail. "Aghhhh, sorry! The joke HAD to be made, but ewwww, now I’ve grossed MYSELF out..."
“I’m ordering takeout,” Trey snickers, dragging his pants back over to the bed to dig his phone out of his pocket. “The barbecue place delivers.”
The order arrives quickly, and the worst part is having to get out of bed to eat. Trey complains the entire time about the quality of their hamburger buns, much to Cater's immense amusement.
They fall into bed a few hours later, feeling silly and pleasantly exhausted.
It's well into the wee hours of the morning when Cater slowly wakes. He makes a face, and then very carefully untangles himself from Trey's arms.
“Hnnn…” he gives himself a little hug, then pads into the other room as quietly as possible. Once there, he pauses at the doorway, listening to see if Trey's breathing has changed.
It hasn’t.
He walks up to his suitcase, unzips the top, and pulls out a swath of silky, black material. Almost angrily, he jams it into a ziplock bag with some bottles and needles and other shit from a past life he's now desperately grateful he can forget. He bundles everything in a wad of garbage bags.
He sneaks out to the door, down the stairs, and to the dumpsters behind the building. It's pitch black, and lit only by the indirect light of a pale, sickly orange of a streetlamp. He throws everything away, stuffing it down out of sight where some curious dumpster diver won't find it. They come to collect the trash in just a few hours. He'll never have to see any of that shit ever again.
He turns around and heads back toward the apartment, hugging his arms close to his body. All he wants now is to crawl back into bed with Trey. It's cold out here...
"Monsieur Magicam~?"
The voice is whispered, but Cater still nearly jumps out of his skin. He looks around wildly, taking a deep, angry breath when he finally sees Rook lurking casually in the shadow of a doorway across the alley.
"Don't call me that," Cater hisses, struggling to control his breathing.
" Non , I suppose not anymore," he agrees easily. "Will you ever tell him?"
Cater’s eyes narrow angrily at that. "I don't recall ever telling you ."
"So you did not."
"Mmm." Nope. No. He’s not doing this. Not here, and especially not with Rook. With deliberate silence, Cater walks past him and starts to walk back up the stairs to Trey’s apartment.
"It's a beautiful thing, a second chance. I'm only sorry that you even needed one."
Cater pauses at the door, eyes burning and breath catching in his throat.
"Don't... just..."
He roughly palms his eyes and quickly escapes back inside without looking back.
Rook just watches him go, head tilted curiously to one side. He simply stands there, listening for a long moment as Cater’s footsteps retreat and he gets back into bed with his amour. And then silence. He’s simply gone back to bed. Fascinant~
Lost in thought, Rook steps out onto the street, and wanders off into the early morning.