futile devices

sebastian kyle. 17. manistee, michigan. i write and draw. [[ chronological order ]] [[ disclaimer ]]

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Caleb’s heart warmed at Sebastian’s grin, the sight a welcome one. That kid always needed to smile more - hell, he deserved to. Caleb hoped to give him more reasons to smile, even if they were just stupid things like giggling when he was tickled. 

Caleb kept Seb’s hands caught while they kissed, smiling at Seb’s whispered little compliment. “Maybe once or twice,” he whispered back, lipping at Sebastian’s bottom lip before kissing him again, deeper this time. Slowly as he got more and more embroiled in the press and slide of their mouths, Caleb released Sebastian’s hands, sliding instead to smooth against Seb, one on his thigh, the other on the small of his back. 

Caleb’s fingers played at the little gap of skin revealed by the dip of Seb’s waistband and the hem of his shirt, ridden up a little. He stroked over the warm skin carefully, tongue polishing hot against Seb’s lips, tasting him.

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Seb smiled before he was being kissed again, getting all types of wrapped up in the slide of Caleb’s kips against his own. It was something he was surprised he wasn’t sick of--kissing Caleb--considering how often he did it. But it still managed to be one of Seb’s favorite things to do.

He puffed a little hot air as he felt Caleb’s fingers, a little cold, brush his warm, bare skin beneath his shirt.

Seb nipped a little at Caleb’s lip, but wasn’t too playful for this makeout session. All he could focus on right now is how good it felt to be close to Caleb, how much he loved him and needed him and would miss him.

His own hands sank down to Caleb’s shirt to feel the skin of his waist, now that he was free, and they slipped up his sides, pulling his shirt up a little bit.

“Off?” he whispered sweetly before pecking another kiss to Caleb’s lips.

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Caleb beamed up at Sebastian, giving the boy a big toothy grin. “You are, of course,” he replied sweetly, all silly and smiley. He was pushing away the worry he felt ab out Sebastian leaving - he had to focus on the now, while he still had Seb here. 

A laugh left Caleb at the tickle, followed by a squawk of protest. His hands shifted, capturing Seb’s and restraining them behind his back, careful not to yank too much - though Seb had been out of his cast for quite a while, Caleb still wanted to be safe. He never wanted to hurt Sebastian if he could help it. 

“Pot kettle,” he chimed once he’d regained some composure, tilting his chin up to press their lips together before Seb could protest his restraints. 

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Of all the things Sebastian loved about Caleb, the chirp of his laugh was high up on the list, and thus Seb would do almost anything to get the man to laugh. Tickling him was kind of cheating, and his noises were more protest than laughter, but close enough.

He didn’t fight Caleb too hard when the man restrained him, flashing a big, toothy grin, the kind that made his nose scrunch up. He  opened his mouth to sass Caleb back but it was just met with a kiss; one that Seb happily responded to.

He hummed against the man’s mouth, opening his lips a little wider to get a taste of Caleb’s lip. “You’re a good kisser,” Seb whispered between the meeting and parting of their lips, “Have I told you that before? Feel like I haven’t...”

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Caleb’s hands wandered, rubbing up and down the lean line of Sebastian’s back, down to where it rounded out into his butt. He gave Seb’s rear a little pat, just ‘cause he could. He’d miss all this, when Sebastian went away - being so close and familiar with someone. Caleb got pretty much all his physical contact from Seb, all the touches he needed and craved. 

“Well… Maybe partially. As an afterthought,” Caleb joked, biting down on his lower lip as Sebastian’s mouth pressed warm and wet against his neck. He tilted his head a little to offer up more of it to Sebastian’s kisses, only to have the boy pull away. 

“Yes boss,” he replied with a sigh, biting the inside of his cheek to try and hide his smile - it was an unsuccessful attempt, but he tried all the same. He settled down beside Seb, arms curling around the boy to pull him bodily into his lap. 

“Not for much longer, baby. I’ll keep you warm until then, anyway,” he promised, grinning at his own cheesy line. 

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Seb rolled his eyes playfully at Caleb’s words, but didn’t bother to respond. He cut him another glance at the boss line--pshaw--but couldn’t help but smile anyway. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind being the boss.

He let out a small laugh as Caleb practically hefted Seb into his lap. “Who’s the boss now?” he teased, batting his eyelashes.

“Oh,” Seb giggled again, “Be still my beating heart.” He gave Caleb a tickle on his stomach as playful punishment for being so cheesy.

“You’re such a nerd,” he laughed, continuing to tickle him.

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Seb smiled against the skin of Caleb’s neck, willingly going with the man’s pull. They must’ve looked like idiots, all sandwiched up against each other and emotional and kissy in Caleb’s dining room (well, dining area of the room), but Seb didn’t care. He was happy and emotional and with his boyfriend, dammit.

“No? Not even partially?” Seb giggled, realizing the silliness of his actions. He’d done it as a joke--mostly. Mostly. But he wouldn’t mind if it turned into... well, not a joke.

He kissed Caleb a couple more times on the neck, tongue swiping just barely to get a little taste of his skin, salty and tangy from soap.

Seb pulled back with a giggle, batting his eyelashes.

“Cm’ere. Come cuddle with me,” Seb requested, pulling Caleb over to the couch and plopping down on it, “It’s still cold outside...”

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[Caleb nuzzles into Sebastian’s hair gently, breathing him in. He sighs softly, mouth curling up a bit at Sebastian’s action.]

I didn’t mean it like that. 

[His tone is soft, teasing as he speaks, and his hands slip down to wrap around Seb’s waist, pulling him in close.]

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tbc

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[Caleb bites his lips when Seb speaks, and he give him a small smile.]

Sorry. No tears, okay? Otherwise I’ll start too and then things’ll get really ugly.

[He presses his lips to Seb’s forehead when the boy kisses his palm.]

Yeah, I know. M’gonna make the most of it, I swear. 

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[Seb breathes softly against the skin of Caleb’s hand, his heart beating hard. It was all of it--the emotions, the excitement, and the way Caleb smelled... overwhelming him.]

Yeah?

[He squeezed Caleb’s hand, and then moved his mouth to the man’s neck, pulling him close as he kissed him a few times.] Me too...

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[Caleb lets his arms fold around Sebastian again, getting him in nice and close. Now that Seb had a definite answer that yes, he was going to France, Caleb was beginning to realize he only had so many of these moments left. There was only so much time left between them before Seb would be gone across an ocean, far away from Caleb. It make him squeeze Seb tighter, only letting go when the boy pulls away.]

I love you. 

[He leans down to meet the kiss when Sebastian cranes up, mouth soft. He sighs when they pull apart, hands coming to cup Seb’s face.]

Me too. Anywhere you want, baby. 

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[Seb finds himself getting a bit emotional at Caleb’s words, putting a hand over one of Caleb’s on his face.] Don’t look wistful, you’ll make me cry.

[He moves his head to kiss the palm of Caleb’s hand, shutting his eyes.] I’m still here right now.

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[Caleb cocks a brow.]

Hey, c’mon. You’ve gotta come back for Christmas - we’ve talked about this, remember? We’ll do it in New York or somethin’, if you don’t wanna come here. I just… Couldn’t go a whole year without seein’ you, kid. Hell, I can barely go a whole week at this point. 

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[Seb smiles as Caleb does, hugging the man and putting his ear against his chest.] I’m just kidding you big idiot. Leaving you is going to be one of hardest things ever. I’ll be itching to come back.

[He pulls back and lifts himself to his tip-toes, placing a gentle kiss on Caleb’s mouth.] I’ll go anywhere for you.

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[He shrugs a little.] 

Dunno - I reckon you could muddle along on your own just fine. You just might be a little hungrier. And you probably wouldn’t get smelly dog hands as much. 

Maybe. 

[He hedges, not wanting to come out and tell Seb just how much he’ll miss him. It’s not fair - he shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.]

It won’t be for long, anyway. And I’ll make you come back for Christmas. 

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[Seb continues to pet Caleb’s face, eyes shining. He smiles at the man’s words, how casual and humble they are. Seb could say a lot more on his end--but he’s sure Caleb knows all the good he’s done for him.] Yeah, probably.

[Seb giggles at the mention of Christmas.] I dunno. I kind of had it in my head that I’d leave this place and never come back...

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[Caleb brushes his fingers gently through the side of Sebastian’s hair.]

You don’t need to thank me. M’really proud of you, kid. 

[He’s quiet for a moment, leaning in to press a kiss to Seb’s forehead.]

M’gonna miss you, though. 

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Yeah... I dunno. I don’t think I’d be here if you weren’t.

[Seb closes his eyes as Caleb kisses his forehead. He smiles a bit.]

I’ll miss you too. It’ll just be a little bit, right? Just a little.

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[Caleb sighs softly, giving Sebastian a tiny little smile.]

I’m practising, I promise. But I think you can do some of the talking.

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[Seb shares the small smile.] I’m just teasing. Take your time.

[He smiles.] Thank you, Caleb.

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[Caleb cradles Seb’s face gently in his hands when the boy looks up at him, thumbing at his cheeks gently to clear them of the few stray tears that remained.]

I’m workin’ on it, baby. I’ve got another year to practice, anyway. 

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[Seb’s smile falls a little as Caleb mentions having another year... shit. He forgot. He was going to be running off without Caleb. He pulls himself together though--it wasn’t going to be that bad...]

Right...

[He clears his throat.] So no excuses. I can’t do all the talking everywhere. [He smiles a little bit, bringing a hand up to cup Caleb’s perfect face.]

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[Caleb just holds Seb as he cries a bit, nuzzling into his hair. He sways them gently in place, hand rubbing firm and broad in circles against Seb’s back. His grip only loosens when Seb pulls away, his arms slipping to curl around Seb’s waist instead, hands tucked into the back pockets of his jeans.]

I know what you mean, baby. But soon it’s all gonna be real - you’re gonna be there. 

[He smiles a little bit, biting down on his lower lip.]

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[Seb blinks up at Caleb, eyes a little foggy. He pulls a smirk.] Yeah. And you’re coming too. Better brush up on your French vocab. No excuses now.

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It definitely does. I’m really proud of you. 

[He sounds like a stuck record but it bears repeating - he is so proud of Sebastian, and so happy for the kid too.; He’s a little sad for himself - being away from Seb is gonna be so hard - but his happiness definitely outweighs that. He cradles Seb close when the boy’s breath catches in a soft half-sob, rubbing his back and stroking his hair.]

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[Seb hugs Caleb tighter for some time as he has a little cry before pulling back a little, instead resting his ear on Caleb’s chest instead of muffling his face. Still hugging Caleb with one arm, he looks at the letter again, to read the rest and make sure he’s not hallucinating. he’s not.]

It’s so weird that this is real. I feel like France is just a place I made up in my head, you know? I think about it and dream about it so much that it doesn’t seem like a real place. 

[He pulls back to look up at Caleb.] A lot of things in my life don’t seem real. Like they’re too good to be true.

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[Caleb smiles as he gently lets Sebastian back to his feet, keeping his arms tight around his boyfriend, swaying them slowly in place.]

I’m so proud of you, Seb.

[He presses a few kisses to the top of Seb’s head, down over his temple too.]

You did such a good job. 

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[Seb slips his arms around Caleb’s body, hugging him as tight as he can.]

Hard work pays off, I guess...

[He huffs, feeling a little emotional now. The fact that he’s dreamed about this so much and that it’s actually a real, feasible thing... that he can hold a letter in his hands and say that it’s real. It’s overwhelming. So he starts to cry a little bit.]

I’m finally.... I’m finally gonna get out of here.

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Dude, you–

[Caleb’s cut off before he can share his excitement, Seb snatching the letter from him. Caleb lets him take it, unable to stop himself from beaming as Sebastian turns away to read it. Caleb’s ecstatic - he knew Seb had a better chance than most people but it was still exciting to know he got in. 

A laugh spills from his lips as Seb turns and leaps at him - Caleb catches him, lifting Seb’s feet clean off the ground with the force of his hug.]

You did it, baby! I knew you would!

[He spins Seb as he hugs him close, beaming fit to burst.]

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[Seb laughs happily as Caleb spins him around, hugging him tighter.] I can’t... I can’t believe it.

[He goes back down to the floor, his hands still up on Caleb’s shoulders, face buried in his chest.]

I actually made it.

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[Caleb nods, pressing another kiss to Sebastian’s head.]

Okay, baby. 

[He pulls the letter from the opened envelope, setting the empty thing down before he carefully unfolds the letter. He thumbs it smooth, eyeing the embossed school crest before his eyes travel to the print below it. There’s several moments of silence as he reads, before he utters a soft murmur.]

Shit. 

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[Seb bites his lip, watching Caleb open the folded page reverantly, but he averts his eyes before he can see any text and pulls away from Caleb to allow him to look over it. His eyes widen in shock and pain as Caleb curses, and quickly he rips the letter out of Caleb’s hands.]

What, what does it say?!

[He reads over it and hsi heart practically stops as he reads the address. Dear Mr. Kyle, we are pleased to inform you that you’ve been accepted to Sorbonne University for the 2016-2017 semester.

He gasps, not even reading the rest before he freezes, holding the letter in his hands like a statue.]

I... I...

[He turns around, practically shaking and still holding the letter. He looks up at Caleb, slowly, before smiling the biggest smile he could possibly muster, jumping to wrap his arms around Caleb’s shoulders.]

I made it!