Summer, a Caleb one shot (or is it…)
I posted this on AO3 but decided to post it here too lmfao. I might turn this into a series lol I’m lowkey curious.
POV: your brother’s best friend is home for the summer and he plows you into the couch
The stuff: cute sweet. flirting. crush. making out. couch sex. hold the moan. cunnilingus. Caleb lowkey mean for 2 seconds but it’s not like bad mean it’s hot mean lmfao. Minors DNI.
Can you tell your brother to keep it down?
A boisterous rejoice, louder than the others, echoed throughout the house. Through my ear buds even. He wasn’t reading that text any time soon.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I grumbled, heaving off my warm blankets.
To think my first weekend back home for summer break would be quiet. How stupid of me.
I flung open his door, the knob hitting against the growing hole in the wall. My nose scrunched at the smell of cold Mexican food and sweat. He and his friends are shirtless, save for one, as they cream their drawers over some football video game.
“Hey,” I shouted, and I approach the locked in bozos with crossed arms. “If you wanna be loud as fuck, why don’t you go outside and play actual football? It might justify how nasty you all are.”
“Bro, get out,” my brother said without looking at me, his thumbs noodling the character around the screen with the joysticks.
“Mom said to be quiet. Aren’t you a bit old to be acting like a teenager?”
He ignored me. Typical. Mom really needed to let go of the hope of him ever listening to me.
Caleb, the only one clothed and not drenched, looked up from his phone, our eyes meeting for just a moment. “Our ride is here.”
“What?!” My brother said, pausing the game and fumbling for a shirt. The others followed his lead. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did.” Caleb raised his hands in defense. “You said one more round.”
Neal glared at me. “Dude, get out already.”
I nestled back into bed with my fanfiction, but I couldn’t focus. I haven’t seen much of Caleb since school started. Now that the year was over, he’d be here almost every day with Neal and the boys. And that subtle glance from his radiant violet eyes was just the beginning of my crush that revives every summer without fail. He’s always Caleb, but bigger, smarter, cuter in some way. He’s out there developing his character and I just can’t help myself. Whenever he messed with me or talked to me, it satisfied some greedy part of me that wanted his attention. Maybe I’d stand just a little too close on purpose, all the while acting natural. Like I’m just one of the guys. I rolled my eyes. Look who’s being the teenager now.
They stomped a short time later down the hall, and a knock drew me begrudgingly away from my story.
Caleb’s brown haired head and million dollar smile peaked through the crack. “Should be quieter now.”
I woke from my phone ringing from some distant place. The floor. Neal’s number appeared as a small tab over the fanfic I was reading.
“Hey, it’s Caleb,” the voice on the other end said. I sat straight up in bed, suddenly very awake. “I hate to ask . . . But could ya get the front door?”
I hustled down the stairs, opened the door, and found Caleb hauling Neal. His other friends stood behind them, dazed, half-lidded, trying to remain upright.
“Hi,” Caleb whispered, then thanked me profusely.
I gaped at how delirious Neal was and threw his arm around my shoulder.
“What the fuck, Neal?” I scolded under my breath.
“I’m gonna puke if you keep talking,” he gagged.
“Mom is going to kill you if you throw up on her rug.”
Caleb and I managed to get them all upstairs and into bed. Thankfully, our mom didn’t come busting out of her room with an unforgiving dialogue.
Caleb closed the door behind him and only then did we relax our shoulders.
“They should really compensate you for how much you put up with," I joke. "Are you heading home?"
“We have golf in like 6 hours, so I’ll just crash on the couch. Are the pillows and blankets still in the armoire?”
I went downstairs with him to be sure, and I pulled out a fluffy blanket and a pillow. I tossed them on the sofa. “Gulf with three hung over guys? Sounds more like babysitting.”
He shrugged as he assembled his bed for the evening “Worth it. Last year your brother tipped over the golf cart cause he took a turn too sharp.”
I gasped. “Neal never told me that.”
I could picture him sun burnt to a crisp, drunk as hell, doing donuts in the grass before wiping out.
“Are you sure you’re okay sleeping on the couch?”
“Yeah,” he said as he slipped out of his shoes. “It beats sleeping in a bunk for 9 months.”
I nodded and walked into the kitchen to get the boys water. Passing back through, I found Caleb pulling off his t-shirt, every muscle in his back flexing against his skin. All of his military training was engraved into his muscles. He grew a lot, especially in the past year. I believed it when I heard Neal tell mom he was going to start as a higher ranked pilot in the fleet.
I set the bottle on the side table. “Night,” I said, acting cool and nonchalant.
“Wait,” he said unexpectedly.
I glanced back, his bare chest and abs on display. I’ve seen him half-clothed plenty of times from the years of Neal’s pool parties, so it wasn’t particularly weird but. . .
“I-I’ll bring those up,” he said, circling around the couch and snagging them from me. “Stay put for a second.”
Before I can say anything, he’s already gone with the water. I leaned against the back of the couch, a sudden anchor weighing in my stomach. Stay put. Why would he ask me to stay put? And why am I listening? Well, I’m interested, as Caleb’s never really asked me to hang around. . .Maybe there’s drama between him and the guys, or him and Neal.
He returned shortly after. Still shirtless and clad in his denim jeans with a leather belt stationed around his hips. His hair looked run through like he’d been fiddling with it all night.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Is there something going on with Neal?”
He scratched the back of his neck, his bicep arching . “No. I-uhm-“
A flush appeared under his cheeks, a rarity. Caleb was the definition of cool and collected even when he’s being goofy and playful. He’s always in control.
I furrowed my brows. “Are you okay?”
He shook his head, as he seemingly reached some conclusion in his mind. “Never mind. Sorry.”
The anticipation tied itself in knots inside my chest, and it was itching to unravel. “Well, you’ve come this far, so I’m sure you can tell me.”
“It’s so pathetic,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “And desperate.”
I offered him an encouraging smile.“What is?”
He bit his lip, his eyes looking everywhere but me. “It’s been a long year, and I uhm-“ he shrugged. “I-well-oh my god. . . I’ve known you for so long, and I think you’re so fuckin’ pretty . . . And I don’t even know if you’re attracted to me so I shouldn’t even be saying anything. . .”
My eyes widened. That was definitely not what I was expecting him to say. What was happening. . . Caleb just called me pretty, while shirtless and flushing like a nervous wreck.
He looked up then, his face still so red with embarrassment.
“This can’t be the first time you’ve admitted this type of stuff to a girl before.”
“Well, no. I’m just bad at it. . .”
I can’t help but laugh. “This is adorable.” I gestured to him while looking away. “And how couldn’t I be attracted to you?”
I rolled my eyes at his density. “You own a mirror.”
“Not that scrawny dweeb anymore, huh.”
“So, uhm,” he started again, then gulped. “Neal would kill me if he knew I admitted all this.
He moved a bit closer, then drew his eyes away again like I was some kind of sin, and he was ashamed. “Would it be, I don’t know, totally asinine if I said I wanted to kiss you?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. Caleb, Neal’s best friend and most attractive and sweet and gentle one at that, wanted to kiss me.
“Y-Yeah,” I mumbled. “It would be.”
“I’m a coward, and I’m stupid.” He slid his hands through mine. “Is this okay?”
His warm breath fell over my face. He had never been so close before. I could see details I never had. I nodded.
I closed my eyes as he leaned in, each breath a second away from fusing completely. Instead of landing on my lips, he kissed my cheek. Then my jaw bone, then my chin, to the corner of my mouth. His lips captured mine with sweet sincerity. He sighed, nothing short of a stifled moan.
There was no way this was happening, but it was. In any of the times I imagined kissing Caleb, the reality was exponentially greater. He pulled away but lingered close, his gaze holding mine. It was so intimidating being looked at by someone so beautiful.
I gulped then. “Are you sure you aren’t drunk?”
“I don’t need liquid courage.”
“I mean, you looked like you were struggling a little to get the words out.”
“Oh, you shush,” he whispered against my cheek, then left a soft nibble on the skin there. “The academy made me rusty with all that discipline.”
He kissed me again, which then led to making out on the couch. Somehow, I ended up in his lap. . . Our hands couldn’t stop exploring, and our hips found themselves grinding against each other. His cock grew hard beneath his jeans and rubbed against the thin fabric of my shorts.
I got brave and slid my hand down his waist to fiddle with his belt. He watched me undo the buckle, then the button and the zipper, until he’s left in nothing but his briefs. His fingers traced the hem of my shorts and slid them off before I sat back onto his lap. He squeezed my ass between his massive palms and ground me harder into him. Our lips devoured one another. Cheeks red. Mouths panting and stifling moans.
He looked at me while he moved his hand between my legs. He slipped his fingers beneath my panties and traced my wet, aching pussy with teasing fingers.
He nodded. “Mm-hm. You want it?”
He flipped us over, my back flush to the couch as he hovered over me.
“W-We could go to my room.”
“That’s even closer to everyone else.”
He lifted up my shirt, revealing my breasts. He trailed his fingers over my stomach and up to my chest before circling my nipples and squeezing my breasts. He pulled his boxers down, finally, revealing his heavy, thick dick.
My hands slid up his waist, over his hard abs and pecs, and I pulled him closer to me. He kissed up my neck and tangled one of his hands in my hair. His cock nudged against my panties.
“Caleb, hurry,” I breathed. “I don’t wanna have to stop if we get caught.”
“Okay, okay. Just trying to savor the moment.”
He pushed my panties to the side and gently pressed his cock into me. He took a sharp breath as he pressed his tip in and out of me, coaxing out wet sounds.
“Fuck, you are so ready for me. Can’t rush this part, baby.”
He slid himself the rest of the way in once he worked me open, and I struggled to bite back the moan from him filling me up. His lips found mine again as he finds his pace somewhere between hard, fast, and just fucking right. My mouth fell open, completely forgetting (or just forgetting to care) that this is risky, and moans tumbled out.
He placed his hand over my mouth. “As much as I wanna hear you moan for me, you need to shut the fuck up,” he whispered, the mean words making me tingle. He squeezed his eyes shut and a low growl rumbled from the pit of his chest. “God damn.”
He angled his hips and he thrusted diligently into a sweet spot. Hand hand absorbed my moans, but not the whimpers slipping through my throat.
“Do you let those pathetic college fuck boys touch you like this?” He cooed in my ear, his voice rising with condescension. “Huh?”
He looked at me with a devious expression. “I’ll tell ya what. I’ve decided you’re mine all fucking summer. I’m gonna pound your pretty pussy whenever, wherever, however you want, and I’m going to make you cum so fucking hard that you won’t want anyone touching you but me. I’ll send you back to school properly fucked and owned, right?”
Delirious and fuzzy brained, I nodded.
His hand lifted from my mouth, the air cool greeting my hot face.
“Where do you want me, princess?” He moaned against my lips. “I’m so close. It’s all yours, baby. You earned it.”
His thrusts quickened as his cock grew harder, his thrusts deeper. He caught my lips with his and buried his moans in my mouth as his hips stuttered. He slipped out and stroked his cock, his cum spurting onto my stomach. I watched as pleasure writhed through him. His jaw went slack, and his brows knitted together. His abs flexed tightly as he trembled.
He caught his breath. “Fuck.”
He looked at the pools of cum roped across my stomach, almost proud. He smiled, then stifled a series of chuckles as cloud 9 floated over him.
He snaked his way down my body. Cold lips sent shivers across my hot skin.
I grab for his hair. “Oh, you don’t have to-“
He stops immediately and looks up at me as if I’m insane. “I will and I’m going to.”
“I mean, it just usually takes me a minute to get there from oral.”
“Good thing I love to eat it.”
His lips landed gently on my clit, and I held in a moan. His fingers slipped inside of me with ease.
“I usually do this in the reverse order,” he said. His tongue licked and circled my clit. “But now you’re extra ready to cum.”
The hum of his words sent tingles down my spine and between my legs.
“Caleb,” I moaned lightly as that familiar feeling built.
He groaned, and his tongue worked faster. My hands reached for his hair and I ground my hips into his tongue.
“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on my face.”
He sucked on my clit and pulled it between his lips. The feeling peaked and snapped hard as pleasure washed over me. Heavy pants left my lips as I tried to keep quiet. He held me in place, coaxing me through it. It took everything in me not to moan his name over and over again.
His hands caressed my body as if to settle the landscape of excited nerves. He kissed back up my body and met my lips. Deep, sincere, slow, the eagerness faded.
“Next time,” he said, hovering above me. “We’re going to my place. I wanna hear you moan my name some more. And not quietly.”
Birds started to chirp outside the living room window. It was still dark, but the sun was coming, and this would dissolve with it. Sleepiness pressed against my eyes.
“Do you really want to . . . You know. . . Make this a habit all summer?”
“Now that I’ve had you, it’s gonna be real hard to keep my hands to myself.”
“I mean, you could sleep with someone less problematic . . . You were out last night.”
His sweet smile returns as if we hadn’t just crossed so many lines. “But I wanted you.”
Bye! Tanks for reading!!!
