freefromsin | pre-play fun

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pre-play fun

It was the last day of their trip. The competition was over. They'd won, probably mostly thanks to Caleb's exceptionally talented roommate. Speaking of, Gabe was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Caleb flopped down on the bed, already in his pajamas, but far from tired. Without much else to think about, stuck in a hotel room with nothing to do, his mind wandered to his friend. Gabe was just...so cute, and Caleb didn't know what to do with that information. He knew he should be scared, because what his father would tell him, what the church would tell him, was that it was Satan making him think these things. God would never let Caleb be attracted to another boy, so it must be Satan, or a demon. Only, it didn't feel very sinister. Gabe wasn't evil. He was just a cute boy, anyone could see that, no matter what gender.

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Caleb brought them under the spray as they kissed, moaning encouragement when he felt Gabe's hands on him. He ran his hands up Gabe's chest, down his back, lower with an exploratory squeeze. He touched nearly everywhere but Gabe's cock, though he wanted to.

Instead, he curled his fingers around his own, letting out a low groan. He broke away from Gabe's mouth to look at him, and said, "Have you ever masturbated?"

"No," he gasped out. Of course he hadn't and suddenly that choice seemed eminently silly. Curiously, he wrapped a hand around himself and nearly staggered into the shower wall from the feeling.

It was all too easy to imagine Caleb doing this, wondering how it would feel. Emboldened by his own curiosity, Gabe pulled Caleb back toward him so that he could brush Caleb's hand away and replace it with his own.

Caleb grabbed Gabe's arm and let out a choked moan, mouth falling open. It was entirely different with someone else touching him, and he was desperate for Gabe's hot, wet hand to move. Fumbling forward with his own, to show him how best to do it, Caleb wrapped his own hand around Gabe's cock and began to stroke. Incredible, how this felt different too. Different in the best way.

How could one simple movement feel so impossibly good? "Ohh...oh God." He didn't care if that made him blaspheme. Everything else was already so profane that he lost any reason not to continue on that track.

Caleb's forehead dropped to Gabe's shoulder as he watched, moaning almost continuously, so lost in the feeling he couldn't think beyond it. He tilted his face, pressed his lips to Gabe's neck, tasting water and soft skin. "So good, Gabe," he moaned, lifting his face even more to kiss him, clumsy.

Caleb's mouth was soft against his neck, sending thrills through him that settled between his legs. As his hands moved, Gabe followed, thrusting shamelessly, instinctively into Caleb's hand as he tried to mimic his pace.

"Don't stop. Please."

"Not gonna," Caleb replied, breath coming out in little pants. He felt like he was drowning in sensation, Gabe's hips moving, jerking further into his hand only turning him on more. He pumped his hand faster, reaching behind with the other to squeeze. He kissed at Gabe's mouth, his cheek, his jaw, neck, shoulder, anywhere he could reach, he just wanted his mouth on Gabe.

Gabe thought his knees might give out beneath him, his whole body captured in sensation. None of this felt wrong or sinful, or maybe it felt good because it was so wrong. It also felt as natural as breathing, especially when Caleb kissed at his jaw so sharply it was almost a bite.

His whole world was spiraling down to this impossible space between impossible pleasure and pain. He was going to explode. Something.

Caleb had sung a lot of hymns in his life, but his murmured manta was the sweetest of all, Gabe, yes, please, please, please.

He could feel it building in his spine, in his stomach, and then Gabe's hand twisted and Caleb let out a helpless moan, biting into Gabe's shoulder as he came.

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It was truly profane, hearing his name repeated again and again like a prayer. He could see Caleb, his climax. It made him shake all over from desire. The look on Caleb's face, his mouth hanging open, eyes closed. Gabe thought in that moment that he would savor that expression for the rest of his life.

"Keep going. I-I'm...Caleb please!"

Caleb's hand had stopped moving, he felt like he was floating outside of his body. His thighs trembled, his hands trembled. But at Gabe's plea he came back to himself, still panting shallowly.

"Come on, Gabe." Caleb swallowed hard and resumed stroking Gabe's cock. "You're so handsome, so beautiful, want you so bad...want you to want me...want you to release," he begged, babbling, looking from Gabe's face to his cock and back.

The language of passion was unfamiliar to him, the idea of being wanted so fervently. He'd known that sex was both forbidden and desirable but this was somehow more than he'd ever imagined. It was hot, slick, more pleasure than he'd thought to expect.

Trembling, Gabe couldn't help crying out even as he slapped his hand over his own mouth. Orgasm was overwhelming and his head spun. "Oh God."

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Caleb pulled his hand away. "No, let me hear it."

He felt Gabe swell in his hand, actually felt it, and looked down, watching him release all over his hand and thigh. It was...so much. It turned him on, even after he was completely spent. Moved, he brought both hands up to cup Gabe's face, pulling him into a passionate kiss, moaning low in his throat.

"Gabriel," he whispered, the kiss slowing to something tender.

"Caleb," he echoed. The sweetness was the best part. Being held, felt like he was something and someone unique and treasured. It was a sensation he'd never known, the feeling of having someone's focus solely on him. He wanted it more, greedy to have someone's eyes looking at him.

"We...we need to get out..."

Caleb shivered a little, hearing his name like that.

"Yeah," he agreed, reluctantly moving back, his smile growing from warm to bright. He held up a hand, palm out. "My fingers are all pruney."

He reached over and turned off the water, then tugged Gabe out of the shower after him loosely by the wrist, as though Gabe needed to be lead. He grabbed a towel from the rack and carelessly draped it around his own shoulders, then took the other and turned to Gabe, draping it carefully over his, reaching up to scrub the majority of water from his hair with the ends of the towel. He grinned, feeling sated and happy. On cloud nine.

"There," he said with a laugh, when Gabe's hair was all over the place. "It looks cute like that."

Caleb was smiling and it was just for him. Gabe leaned forward and cupped his face, thanking him with an elated kiss. Every touch made his skin go warm as he wrapped the towel around his waist and let Caleb fuss with his hair.

"It's a mess, are you kidding?" he said, laughing. "Don't lie about that."

The bed was only a few steps away, easy to follow Caleb into and collapse into bed.

Caleb beamed, almost giddy with happiness. "I'm not lying! It's pretty adorable when it's a mess."

When they laid down in bed, Caleb brought the blanket around them and scooted close so their bodies still touched. He tangled their legs together and curled an arm around Gabe, face mere inches away.

"Want to know a secret?"

He was naked, in bed, with another boy and it was the happiest Gabe had ever felt. Ears open, he slid forward and nuzzled into Caleb's throat.

"I want to know your secret," he whispered, eyes closed.

Caleb held Gabe close, idly stroking his back, running fingers through his damp hair, tracing his spine. He wanted to soak it all in, knowing - though not allowing himself to dwell on the fact - that they might never have this sort of privacy again. At least not for a long time.

"I've thought you were cute for a long time," he whispered back, kissing Gabe's hair. "You're the cutest boy at church, and when you sing, it gives me chills."

"It's a blessing," he said. His mother had always called his singing a gift from God but to have Caleb feel the same way finally makes him believe it. Body still humming with pleasure, he let himself be kissed and held. Adored.

"You've wanted me? Before tonight?"

Caleb blushed, which was kind of crazy, considering what they'd just done. "Yeah," he admitted, voice hushed. "I guess I did a good job hiding it, huh?" His fingers tightened in Gabe's hair a moment, possessive, then relaxed, stroking absently down the back of Gabe's neck.

"It's our secret, right?"

"Our secret," he agreed. Eyes closed, his face buried in Caleb's neck, it was easy to hide the terrible, sinking realization that hit him. It was their secret because what they'd done was obscene and sinful. There weren't enough different ways to count how wrong this all was. How he hated himself for wanting more.

"It has to stay secret."

Caleb petted Gabe's hair soothingly, tucking his nose into the damp strands for a moment. "Of course. No one would understand. But, I don't care. This is like...the most right I've ever felt about anything before," he murmured.

He knew he should feel guilty, but he just...didn't. Not now. He felt happy, content. Defiant. He felt like this was something that had been looming, something waiting to happen. He felt like this was who he was.

He also felt drowsy, and smiled to himself. "Sleep, okay? We don't want to miss the bus tomorrow."

"Yeah," Gabe said, voice low and all of him suddenly aching. He scooted a little bit away from Caleb, giving him space to fall asleep while trying to calm his own mind.

There was no confessing this sin, no asking to be forgiven for giving into temptation. What he'd done was beyond that.

"Sleep."

Because he was weak, he leaned forward and gave him a kiss.

Mostly asleep already, warm and content, Caleb pursed his lips to accept the kiss, and smiling, dozed off.

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