So, most people didn't really see my vision with Bobby Dagen x Cale, but it's important for you all to know that their ship name would be surviveshipping
Bobby’s hands dug into the soft curve of Cale’s hips, using the hold on his body to pull him back into every thrust. This was one of Bobby’s favorite positions. It was one of the only ones that let him watch Cale’s entire body falling apart for him. Currently, Cale’s head was thrown back against the pillows. His eyes were closed and his lips parted, quiet gasps and moans leaving him with every other thrust.
His cock bounced between them, pink and wet at the head. His whole body was flushed, his skin warm and turning white from the pressure of Bobby holding his hips. He was beautiful beyond description. Physically, there was no denying how attracted he was to Cale, but it went beyond just surface level looks.
Being close to Cale like this was comforting in all ways. Directly following their trap, they’d been lacking their usual intimacy and Bobby wasn’t surprised, of course. What had surprised him was the fact that Cale wanted to stay in contact with him at all. He wouldn’t have been shocked if Cale had wanted distance after everything they’d gone through, though he stayed right by his side.
They hadn’t been nearly as affectionate lately and their sex life had become completely nonexistent, but they were still together and that was enough for Bobby. Still, he was grateful for the reconnection they’d found now and he tried to savor every part of this that he could as he rubbed at Cale’s warm skin.
There was no denying that this felt incredible both emotionally and physically, feeling nearly like it did the first time they ever slept together. It had been so easy to take Cale for granted before. This reminded him just how much he loved Cale, how special it was to be close to him, and how he’d chase that closeness forever. The closeness and the pleasure from this moment didn’t seem like nearly enough, despite how overwhelming it was.
Cale was tight around him, each slide slick and hot. Bobby barely managed to keep his eyes open, but he didn’t want to look away for even a second. His eyes drifted over every inch he could explore just as he had the first time he ever had Cale like this. He still looked just as lovely as he had then, maybe more. The soft fat that had always clung to Cale’s stomach and sides, the slender expanse of his chest and shoulders. Bobby frowned slightly when his gaze finally reached Cale’s throat and he was bombarded by the colors painting his delicate skin.
Cale had survived his test, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t left physical reminders on his body. Two thick rings of bruises curled around his throat where the noose had dug into his flesh. The bruises were a mess of color, everything from blood red to a sickly green and yellow to a dark purple marred his neck. The contrast was so stark, it naturally drew people’s eyes if Cale didn’t keep it covered.
Now, Bobby’s hips slowed down a bit, eyebrows furrowed tightly as he focused on the marks. Guilt coiled tightly in his stomach, the bile of it threatening to come up if he thought for too long. The whole of it, the marks and the guilt, nearly ruined the mood for him. Cale seemed to catch onto this hesitation, though.
One of his hands moved to grab Bobby’s wrist, pulling it up towards himself. Bobby went easily, forcing a small smile onto his face as Cale looked up at him. He was happy to let himself be led wherever Cale wanted and that was partially what got them into their mess in the first place, but nothing was changed by the test. He still let Cale guide him, though he was surprised when his hand was brought to Cale’s throat. His fingers stayed lightly touching him, almost just hovering around his skin. He looked at Cale’s face, trying to decipher what was going on in his head.
They had explored this briefly, but that had been before their trap. He imagined things would have changed for Cale, that this kind of contact would be crossing all sorts of lines. Yet, Cale’s message was not unclear in the slightest. When Bobby’s touch stayed soft, he pressed his hand more insistently into his throat, almost trying to reassure Bobby that this was okay.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Cale promised him and Bobby wanted to laugh.
If he didn’t want to? He didn’t think there was anything he wouldn’t want to do for Cale, the only deterrent being the guilt swelling in his chest. Concern for Cale never left him even as he leaned down to kiss him gently. It didn’t last very long, going on for one then two then three seconds before he pulled away.
“I want to do this for you,” Bobby assured, deciding to ignore the concerns he did have in favor of just giving Cale this. “Tap me if it’s too much,” He murmured out to him. “I love you.”
Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate, but this felt so fragile. When he’d choked him before, they’d only had to worry about the physical sensation being too much. They had to factor emotional sensation into this now as well and Cale had always struggled to admit when something was too much emotionally. Cale nodded in agreement to the condition, though, and that had to be enough for Bobby.
Bobby’s fingers tightened just a little at first, deciding to ease them both into this. He wasn’t convinced that Cale wouldn’t back out of this. Cale gasped at the added pressure and Bobby kept his eyes trained on his face, keeping an eye out for any signs of discomfort before he continued. He wanted to give this to Cale, he truly did. The thought of it made him a bit sick to his stomach, but he could power through it. The little noise of pleasure gave Bobby more confidence to tighten his hold. His other hand still clung to Cale’s hip, rubbing gently at the skin there.
Guilt crept back into Bobby’s mind when he realized how good Cale looked like this. The sight of him with anything around his neck should be ruined by the trauma they went through. He shouldn’t want to see Cale choking ever again after watching him nearly die, but he couldn’t help it. His hips rocked slowly, watching his own fingers occasionally tense around Cale’s throat. It wasn’t hard enough to actually cut off any oxygen flow yet, simply trying to give Cale the illusion he was looking for, but it didn’t seem to be enough. Bobby pulled his hand away immediately when Cale tapped his wrist, worrying filling his chest.
“I’m okay,” Cale assured him first, fingers holding onto Bobby’s wrist and directing him into a better hold on his skin. “Put more force behind it,” He encouraged and pressed harder at Bobby’s hand, trying to give him an idea of what he wanted.
Bobby adjusted his position so he could put more weight behind his hand. Cale was gorgeous like this, trapped under him and held down by his throat. He tried to ignore the guilt he felt at finding this attractive, but it was always in the back of his mind. A soft groan escaped Cale as pressure was applied and Bobby was able to feel each movement under his hand. It took so much trust for Cale to let him do this and he didn’t take it lightly. Knowing Cale still trusted him after everything they went through made his head spin.
“You're beautiful,” Bobby whispered to him and pressed a kiss to his forehead before beginning to move his hips again.
He moved slowly at first, worried a bit about either hurting Cale or Cale simply deciding he couldn’t actually handle this. When it was becoming clear neither would happen, he let himself get gradually rougher. The hand not on Cale’s throat grasped hard at him, fingers pressing into his skin and threatening to leave marks. Cale whined and Bobby felt the sound vibrate through his hand, his thumb stroking the side of his throat.
He didn’t relent this time until Cale gagged, his hand easing off as soon as he did. A sharp breath drew in once Bobby let go, wheezing a little. Bobby rubbed at the skin of his throat softly, hoping the action was soothing. Cale didn’t seem put off as he was able to breathe again. Bobby felt less guilty about all of this now, but he knew he shouldn’t be letting his guard down.
He shouldn’t be keeping up the pace of his hips, getting off on the way Cale’s chest heaved now that he’d been allowed air again. He shouldn’t long for the way Cale’s throat felt beneath his fingers. He shouldn’t be flooded with images of Cale struggling beneath him, his lips turning blue and eyes watering.
“Again,” Cale encouraged, breaking Bobby free from his thoughts and heat coiled in Bobby’s stomach at the thought of doing it again.
Bobby let Cale take in another big breath before he tightened his hold on him. He was far less apprehensive about doing this now. Cale made a surprised noise at the force he was grabbed with, but he didn’t tap out. Bobby kept his hold steady and firm, fucking harder into Cale. He basked in watching Cale arch and choke, getting off more and more at the pleasure he was able to spark from Cale.
It was becoming too easy to do this, too easy to imagine how he could crush Cale’s throat beneath his hand if he wanted to. How he could hold on while Cale thrashed and how Cale would likely enjoy it just as much as he did. For another time, he reminded himself and stayed somewhat gentle with him now. He stayed harsh enough that Cale wouldn’t stop him again, being as rough as he dared to be right now.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Bobby whispered, voice more strained than it had been before. “Look at you,” He rambled, in awe of how perfect this was.
Cale tipped his head back against the pillows and bared his throat to Bobby more. He looked so fragile and vulnerable like this, and it was all for Bobby. Nobody else got to see this side of him and even after nearly dying, Cale still trusted Bobby to see him like this too. Bobby lost track of how long they went on like that, his hand alternating between squeezing hard enough to cut off Cale’s air and then soothing his fingers over the skin once he needed to let him breathe.
He’d completely forgotten why he thought this was a bad idea earlier, captivated by the sounds Cale made and the near constant squirming beneath him. Bobby didn’t know when he closed his eyes, but a sharp cry and a rough convulse from Cale forced them to open back up. Cale was already coming by the time his eyes opened to investigate, body tight and tense as he came untouched.
“Fuck,’ Bobby breathed out and watched him falling apart.
His body trembled underneath Bobby, spilling against his own stomach. Eyes were rolled back in his head, a soft groan leaving him as he came. Bobby’s hand slipped off only long enough to readjust himself and let Cale get a few breaths in. A kiss was pressed to Cale’s lips and his hand tightened on his throat again, not very far behind Cale. He was surprised he hadn’t finished while watching Cale, but it was better like this. Now, Cale was even tighter than before and whining from the sensitivity as Bobby moved.
He wanted to praise Cale, to tell him how gorgeous he was, but the words couldn’t form. Cale’s hand grabbed at his wrist, clawing at him. That wasn’t their safe signal, though. Bobby didn’t hold himself back now, too focused on getting off and how close he was. He was hyper aware of the way Cale’s throat felt under his touch, how frail it was as Bobby held him tighter. He could feel Cale swallowing and he tightened his hold even more.
He was close, thrusts growing uneven and faltering as he got nearer to the edge. Cale fought harder, nails digging into his skin and grasping desperately at him. He knew Cale was genuinely losing air, lungs likely burning from the deprivation. He was so close, though. Ignoring the growing desperation, he chased his own pleasure and quickly caught up to it. It only took a handful of thrusts before he was spilling, but he imagined it felt like an eternity for Cale.
He kept his hand firm on Cale’s throat until he finished, only relenting after the last roll of pleasure went through him. As soon as he let go, Cale was gasping in air greedily and coughing so hard that Bobby worried he might throw up. He eased off of Cale’s body, letting him have space and recover for a moment.
“Are you okay?” Bobby asked, guilt beginning to rise up again now that his mind was clearer. Cale nodded, but his fingers rubbed at his own throat. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. You did such a good job,” Cale murmured and his voice sounded wrecked, raspy and hoarse. For a moment, Bobby worried he’d actually hurt him, but Cale was catching his breath and reaching to grab Bobby’s shoulder. “Come here,” He encouraged and dragged Bobby down to lay with him.
“You looked so perfect like that,” Bobby told him and went with him, settling down to hold Cale. “You took it so well,” He kissed the top of Cale’s head, nuzzling against him for a second before moving down to lay his head on his shoulder.
Cale’s fingers found their way into Bobby’s hair, stroking through it gently. His breathing was going back to normal, settling into its regular pace again. Bobby listened to it, soothed by the familiar sound and Cale’s fingers in his hair. He kept Cale close, savoring his warm and slightly sweaty skin. It felt like it had been forever since they’d done something so intimate, the choking only adding another layer on top of it.
“Thank you for doing that for me,” Cale told him and Bobby just smiled at the words. There was truly nothing he would ever deny Cale.
Summary: Bobby screamed Cale’s name, the sound blending with the way Cale shouted his own.
Warnings: Fix-It, canon divergent, Cale survives, arguing, hurt/comfort.
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The boards between Bobby and Cale were dilapidated. They clearly hadn’t been maintained at all, broken down and messy. He didn’t trust any of the planks or beams that they would have to cross to get to one another. The instructions had been easy to understand, but the act itself was the difficult part. He planned one route then another then another, all of them having some flaw.
Cale had walked forward a bit, although it certainly wasn’t enough. His body trembled there on the board, swaying ever so slightly. Each movement added to Bobby’s rapidly growing worry. Bobby flinched when Cale’s voice spoke up again.
“Bobby,” Cale snapped at him, his voice tense and grating. “Keep fucking talking. Don’t go silent on me, I can’t fucking see.”
“I’m trying to figure it out,” Bobby’s voice was equally tense and he grew more frustrated by the second. “The boards are all messed up, just give me a minute.”
“We don’t have a fucking minute,” Cale argued.
Bobby knew they didn’t, the situation was bad as it was and it only grew worse as time ticked by. Cale’s shoes scraped harshly against the wood beneath his feet. Bobby’s back was pressed to the wall as far as it could go, but he had little room. The board splintered off near the wall and he barely had space to edge closer to Cale, trying to do most of the work of closing the gap between them. His hands tried to grasp at something, anything, to give himself more stability. However, he found nothing.
“Talk to me,” Cale screamed at him and Bobby’s jaw clenched.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bobby shouted back at him, years of frustration bubbling over all at once. “Just listen to me for once.”
He knew it would be easier for him to move towards Cale than the other way around, but at the same time, he saw very little he could step onto. His foot found one nearby board, pressing down some of his weight to test how much it could take. Almost immediately, it began to slide down under the pressure. It was too loose and rotted away inside, it would never hold him. Fuck.
“Just walk forward for me. Straight forward, okay? As straight as you can,” Bobby encouraged him, the words gentler this time. Cale shook harder, trying to follow the directions. “Good, just like that. You’re doing great, Cale.”
Cale took tiny steps, feeling out the board ahead of him with his feet. He was handling it better than Bobby expected, except for how much he was freaking out. Bobby couldn’t blame him for that, though. A deafening crack shot through the air suddenly. Bobby’s mind raced to catch up with what he was seeing and hearing.
Cale’s body dropped all at once, the board beneath his feet cracking across the center. It clattered to the floor, but Bobby’s eyes were focused on Cale. Bobby screamed Cale’s name, the sound blending with the way Cale shouted his. Cale flailed there for a moment, his arms wrapped around the board above him.
“Hang on,” Bobby yelled frantically, watching Cale struggle to try and pull himself back up to safety. “Please, God. Hang on, Cale.”
Bobby didn’t think a second longer, jumping from the ledge he was on. It didn’t give him much room to push off of and his body hit the beam hard when he landed. It left him winded and gasping for air, his chest feeling like something had to be broken. When he looked up, Cale was managing to pull himself back onto the plank. Cale’s breathing was short and ragged, unable to get a deep breath.
“Bobby,” Cale’s voice whined out, his legs shaky as he rose to his feet.
“I’m right here,” He promised and pulled himself up. “I’ve almost got the key, okay? Stay right there, don’t move. I’ll get it,” He tried to keep Cale calm, knowing it would make it worse if he wasn’t.
His lungs burned when he breathed now, further solidifying the idea that he had seriously hurt something. The key was right there, though. He could do this. Everything ached as he leaned for the key, teetering on the edge of the beam. His fingers swatted for it, brushing against the cold metal. It swung and he worried it might fall. But finally, his fingers pushed it into his palm and he tightened his hand around it.
“I’ve got it,” He told him, loud enough to be heard over Cale’s frightened breathing. “Cup your hands close to your chest. I’ll throw it on three,” He told him and gave Cale time to pull his hands close.
He shook so badly that Bobby worried he might drop it. He counted down slowly and finally threw it. It wasn’t his best throw, but he did the best he could. It hit the center of Cale’s chest and bounced in his hands, and Bobby couldn’t breathe. No, no, it couldn’t be like this. He couldn’t drop it after everything they’d gone through.
Cale’s hands clasped quick and tight, reminding him of a Venus Fly Trap. They wrapped around the key and kept it captured between his palms the same way a fly got stuck in its jaws. The key was raised to the contraption on his throat and he missed the lock a couple times, the shaking and the awkward angle making it difficult. Bobby let out the breath he’d been holding in when the chain clicked, dangling behind Cale’s head.
He shoved at the blindfold and collar desperately. The movement was harsh enough that Bobby worried again that he might make himself fall. Luckily, he had stayed upright and managed to push the blindfold away from his eyes. Tears streaked his face and his eyes were frantic when they found Bobby.
“Stay there,” Bobby encouraged and Cale nodded. “I’m going to come to you. Stay right there, Cale.”
“Be careful,” Cale said and repeated the words as Bobby struggled to move across the remaining smaller beams to close the gap. “Bobby,” He cried out and his eyes squeezed shut when one of the beams creaked beneath his body weight.
“It’s okay,” He reassured and moved quickly to the next. The final one broke at the last minute, barely giving him time to jump to the sturdier beam Cale was near. “I’m here. Come to me. I’m right here.”
His own voice trembled so much now. Tears burned behind his eyes and he willed them away, knowing he had to be strong for his group. Cale was careful as he finished crossing the plank, moving a lot better now that he could see. He nearly fell into Bobby once he was close enough, his legs seeming to give out beneath him. Bobby had him, though. His arms wrapped around him tightly and he held Cale close.
“I don’t want to die, Bobby. Please, fuck. I don’t want to die,” Cale rambled, sobbing once he was in Bobby’s arms.
“You’re not going to die,” He promised him. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
He wasn’t sure how they did it, but relief overwhelmed him. He couldn’t lose Cale, especially not like this. His hand moved to cradle the back of Cale’s head and for the first time, he realized he was shaking too. Tears began to leak out of the corners of his eyes, though the moment was short-lived. They had to keep coming.
Warnings: Omegaverse, fingering, omega Cale, alpha Bobby, vaginal fingering, pre-series, first time, high sex, consensual underage sex.
Summary: Cale had started changing not even six months later. The shift in his scent wasn’t gradual, not to Bobby anyway. It hit him all at once, smelling clean and slightly sweet, but not overpowering. It reminded Bobby of the time his mother had used vanilla-scented softener on his sheets and they’d smell like a bakery for a month. Bobby had become far more interested in Cale after his scent changed, it had also been the same time that Bobby’s parents had stopped letting them be alone together. They didn’t want Bobby to “do something stupid” with Cale.
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For as long as Bobby could remember, he had followed Cale. They’d met their first year in school and even then, Cale had a better eye for planning. He could assess their situation and figure out their next move when Bobby couldn’t. He was good at knowing what to do and Bobby was good at listening to him. Whenever things didn’t work out, Cale was the one to pick up the pieces and glue them all back together. He knew who they needed to talk to, how to get what they wanted.
At seven years old, Cale had always managed to convince Bobby’s mom to let them stay up later. She’d never once said yes to Bobby when he asked. That was just how Cale was, though. Persuasion came easily to him. He’d never needed to try too hard with Bobby, though. He was all too happy to go along with Cale’s ideas.
Cale was thirteen the first time he bought weed for them. It’d been a surprise for Bobby that night. As an adult looking back, it was terrible weed, but probably the best a thirteen year old could get his hands on. Bobby had embarrassed himself as he tried to roll that first joint with no practice. Luckily, Cale didn’t know what a properly rolled joint was meant to look like anyway.
Bobby had coughed so much he worried he might puke. The feeling of being high was weird for him and he wasn’t entirely sure if he liked it. Over time, it grew on him, but it was too strange at the time. He did like the way Cale cuddled up to him after, though. Bobby’s mind felt heavy and his focus was on Cale the whole time, listening to him talking endlessly and laughing a little too loudly.
Bobby had wanted to kiss him so bad. Cale had grown so pretty as they got older, soft and warm whenever Bobby touched him. He was tactile too, initiating contact with Bobby often and freely. He hadn’t met any guy that was quite like Cale was. He never worked up the courage to kiss him that night.
Cale had started changing not even six months later. The shift in his scent wasn’t gradual, not to Bobby anyway. It hit him all at once, smelling clean and slightly sweet, but not overpowering. It reminded Bobby of the time his mother had used vanilla-scented softener on his sheets and they’d smell like a bakery for a month. Bobby had become far more interested in Cale after his scent changed, it had also been the same time that Bobby’s parents had stopped letting them be alone together. They didn’t want Bobby to “do something stupid” with Cale.
The ban had never stopped either of them from seeing each other alone. Neither could count the amount of times they’d snuck into the other’s house when their parents were gone or asleep. It would be three years before Bobby did “something stupid” with Cale. Cale’s sixteenth birthday had come and passed, and Bobby snuck through his bedroom window early that night. It had been normal enough to start, smoking bad weed and watching a worse movie.
At some point, Bobby had gotten the fantastic idea to play fight with Cale. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d done it, but he was moving before he could think. Cale had laughed and squirmed when Bobby shoved him down onto his back on the bed. Bobby’s head was swimming as he climbed on top of him, overwhelmed by the weed and Cale’s scent in his nose. Cale twisted when Bobby’s face pressed into his throat to chase his scent. He was so warm under his hands, so pliant.
“Bobby,” Cale murmured and he pulled away enough to look at him, worried he might have been too much for Cale. “You smell so good.”
“You smell so good,” Bobby repeated to him and grinned.
He didn’t even think before he kissed Cale, but it didn’t end up mattering. Cale kissed him right back. He didn’t know how long they’d kissed before Cale’s hips were pressing up against him. He rocked down into him in return and it took a few angles of their hips, finally finding the perfect position. The friction was already insane.
His body felt so heavy as he moved, both of their breathing growing harsh from smoking and from the pleasure. Fingers held Bobby closer and how could he not want to do something stupid with Cale? His movements were uncoordinated, rocking harder into him. A soft gasp escaped Cale and that only spurred him on more. Bobby’s hands found the waistband of Cale’s pants and he messed with the fabric for a moment.
“Can I touch you?” Bobby asked once he broke away from the kiss, the implication clear.
“Yeah,” Cale nodded and that was all Bobby needed.
He moved back enough to help Cale get his pants and underwear down. Cale’s scent was even stronger once he was naked from the waist down. His legs tried to close instinctively and Bobby knew he’d never done anything like this either. They told each other everything. It made him feel a bit better that they would both be inexperienced, it made him less nervous.
“You’re beautiful,” Bobby praised him and moved closer between his thighs.
Bobby’s heart pumped hard in his chest and Cale smiling at him only made it beat faster. He felt embarrassed to look at Cale’s body, like it was somehow invasive as though Cale hadn’t willingly gotten undressed for him. His fingers trailed across Cale’s thigh first, staring intently at his body. Cale pressed into his hand and that only encouraged Bobby.
“You’re so handsome,” Cale told him. “Go ahead, you can touch me.”
Bobby nodded and moved further towards Cale’s body, hand in between his legs before he knew it. He knew he had to start slowly, rubbing just one finger over his cunt. He’d seen porn like this, but he’d always heard that it wasn’t realistic. Cale was surprisingly wet already, making the slide easy. Bobby’s eyes locked on his face as he pushed his finger inside, watching to see if Cale seemed uncomfortable or upset.
“Does that feel okay?” Bobby asked and Cale laughed, his body tightening around him.
“I use more than that when I do this, Bobby. You can add a second,” He assured him and that mental image was dizzying.
He thought about how many fingers Cale might normally use. How he looked fucking himself. What kind of sounds he might make. He added another finger, feeling a little more resistance this time around. Still, he was careful as he stretched Cale open. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him.
“Bobby,” Cale breathed above him and he sounded so beautiful. “Curl them a little,” Bobby followed every order just like he always did.
He watched Cale’s body arch slightly, a quiet gasp escaping him. Someone else's fingers had to be better than his own and Bobby hoped selfishly that his were better than anybody else's might be. Cale was so wet around him and he couldn't help continuing to curl his fingers. His thumb moved to rub his clit, Cale's body twisting like he was being burned.
“Is that too much?” Bobby asked him, prepared to stop if Cale didn't like it.
“No,” He reassured quickly and that was all Bobby needed to continue. “You're doing so well.”
Bobby's heart pounded faster at that, barely resisting the opportunity to grin at him. How could he not be proud of that? He couldn't focus on anything beyond Cale at this moment, his pleasure, what he needed. The way he sounded, the way he looked, the way he smelled. His scent was going to cling to Bobby's body for the rest of the week, he was sure of it. And that thought stoked something deep inside of Bobby that wanted nothing more than to possess Cale. For everyone to know he was his.
Cale rolled down against his fingers the best he could, though his movements were shaky. He pressed towards Bobby's thumb and Bobby gave him everything he could.
“I'm going to come,” Cale warned and those words shot through Bobby.
“Go ahead. Please. Come for me,” Bobby didn't know how he managed to sound so desperate when Cale was the one being fingered.
He didn't care, though. He was desperate for him, there was no reason to deny it. Cale had never minded his adoration anyway. He'd always found Bobby's clinginess and need to be sweet. He continued his movements, never slowing or stopping.
Seconds ticked by and eventually turned into minutes. Cale lasted longer than he expected him to, but that didn't matter. He ignored the cramping in his wrist and it paid off soon enough. Cale clenched around him and a sharp groan left his chest, rocking into his hand restlessly. He trembled when Bobby finally pulled his hand free.
“Give me a second and I'll take care of you,” Cale murmured and Bobby's cheeks burned.
“You don't need to,” Bobby told him, shifting in his uncomfortably wet boxers.
Cale seemed to understand, reaching to pull Bobby into a kiss. Bobby went gratefully and kissed him back. He'd go anywhere Cale directed him to.
