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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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"Feels right to me," Caleb whispered in between kisses, lips still touching when he spoke. And it was. It felt incredibly right. Kissing Kim had been nothing, it had been like kissing a wall. But this. He wouldn't even be able to describe it, the way Gabe made his face flush and his mouth tingle.

When Gabe's fingers found his hair, Caleb whimpered, barely audible, his own tightened around the back of Gabe's neck, keeping him there.

Though he had little experience with kissing, he had seen it, so he knew there was...more. Experimentally, he parted his lips when they pressed to Gabe's just a little harder, wanting to taste.

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He should have pushed away. Should have declared this obscene. Anything but what he actually did. When Caleb's mouth opened slightly, Gabe followed suit, even pulled himself closer so that he could run fingers out of his hair and down the neck and shoulders that had so fixated them before.

"And lead us not into temptation," he whispered, knowing that to say such a thing was blasphemy when he wasn't being led. He was diving, careening, throwing himself into temptation with abandon, his head going swimmy as he was kissed.

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Gabe reciting scripture as they kissed only sent a small thrill through him. Gabe's hands on him was even better.

"Deliver us from evil," he whispered in response, before kissing Gabe again, deepening it, letting out a tiny moan when he felt Gabe's tongue against his own.

He shifted his body, leaning into Gabe, above him more than alongside him, and grasped the bottom of his pajama shirt. "If you forgive others for their transgressions, your heavenly Father will also forgive you," came his breathless voice, meant to reassure. Not just Gabe, but also himself.

He slid a hand under Gabe's shirt, feeling warm, warm skin.

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"We shouldn't," he said again, but only because he was supposed to. Caleb's hand against his skin was intimate in a way he'd never known. The most physical affection he'd known was from his siblings and usually only Temperance or else Uriel and Charity in gratitude for help in lessons. This was not familial. This was hot and sent heat pooling into his stomach and lower.

Instinct made his hips cant forward, sliding a leg between Caleb's. Even that little bit of new friction became delicious and unbearable. It provoked a low moan out of him as he kissed Caleb harder.

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"It's okay, it's okay," he murmured against Gabe's lips, "I've got you."

Gabe's moan threatened to unravel Caleb from inside out. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Gabe brought his body close, but it only spurred Caleb into wanting him closer. He covered Gabe's body with his own, hooking his leg around Gabe's to bring their hips together. With his body around Gabe's, hands skating impatiently along Gabe's back, he rocked his hips. He was so hard, and he could feel Gabe was, too.

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Those words were a balm. Even if it was a false reassurance, just being able to hear someone say this was okay was all he needed. They were so far gone that Gabe didn't need counseling or persuasion, just the words that it was okay. His breath shuddered out of him and Gabe's eyes closed heavily as his hips jerked forward again. He didn't know, but his body did. His body told him that this was right.

"I...I want." He didn't know exactly what he wanted, just that he did.

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"Yeah?" Caleb whispered. He did, too. He wanted so badly. He reached down to cup Gabe's ass, wanting to press their hips closer, grind against him, to-- he didn't know. He didn't know what sex between two men consisted of, he didn't know how.

He did know he needed release, though. This was more intense than anything he'd done by himself before.

Oh.

"Me too," he said, pressing his mouth to Gabe's one more time before moving back, lifting his aching body away from Gabe's. "Come here..." He offered Gabe his hand, to lead him into the bathroom.

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"Yes." The word was damning and he knew it but he couldn't find a reason to care. All of his body hummed with hungry energy, telling him to keep going and to throw himself into anything Caleb wanted because he wanted it too.

When Caleb moved a way, Gabe whined at the loss before sitting up and taking the offered hand.

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Caleb tugged Gabe into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, letting go of his hand to pull his own shirt off before he could chicken out. He could feel his heart pounding again, now that he wasn't distracted by kissing Gabe.

Face flushed, hair messy, he looked at Gabe, and when Gabe didn't leave or say they shouldn't, he reached over to unbutton Gabe's pajama top, pushing it off his shoulders, leaving both of them bare chested. It was the most he'd ever seen of another boy's body, and at first, he could only look.

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He had no idea how he looked, his lips swollen and hair tousled all to one side. All they'd done was kiss and already he looked debauched. The opened shirt fluttered down, landing in a semi-circle around his ankles.

"You're..." Gabriel traced his fingertips along Caleb's collarbone, down his chest. Caleb's body was so like his own, the body that Gabe glimpsed every day in the mirror, but infinitely more tempting and more beautiful. Carefully, Gabe brushed his thumb over one of Caleb's nipples, watching his face.

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Caleb stilled under Gabe's touch, head tilted down to watch the movement of his hand. At the touch of his thumb, Caleb's mouth parted and he let out a tiny, surprised whimper. His dick twitched in his already tented sweatpants. He reached down, hands curving around Gabe's waist as he looked up at him, eyes half-closed.

"Please..."

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That sound, soft and surprised, thrilled through him and Gabe leaned forward and grabbed at Caleb for a kiss. He didn't hesitate now, opening his mouth wide, tracing out the shape of his mouth.

"Please," he whispered back. "Please."

He'd never known before how much it was to want. With the girls in choir, angelic in their long skirts and buttoned blouses, it had been easy not to look and to regard them with chaste respect. Caleb was different. Something else entirely.

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Caleb's uncertainty vanished, he moaned into Gabe's mouth, loud in the quiet, tiny bathroom. He didn't care, let the whole world hear, one look at him and a person would have to be blind if they didn't recognize how much he wanted Gabe, anyway. Gabe with his perfect, smooth chest and his soft, pink lips. He kissed with all the desperation he felt, stumbling forward and pressing Gabe back up against the sink.

Caleb's fingers grasped the waistband of Gabe's pajama pants. "Take them off. Need to see you..."

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He didn't give himself time to think. Caleb asked and Gabe tugged the waistband of his pajama pants wide, letting them fall down his narrow hips along with his boxers. Unrestricted, his erection bobbed up and Gabe was almost caught off guard by how odd his own body looked and by how intensely he felt.

"Y-You too."

If they didn't do something soon, he was going to lose it without even being touched.

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Gabe was...wow. Thick, and long, and...wow. Caleb stared, and when Gabe spoke his eyes snapped up, cheeks flushed with desire.

"Right," he said, voice husky. He dropped his pants just as quickly, wanting rid of them, unashamed. He was still mostly staring at Gabe's cock as he licked his lips to speak. "I..."

Caleb wanted to touch, but he remembered why he'd brought them here and made himself move back. He turned the shower nozzle, sending a spray of warm water down. He stepped in with one foot and held out a hand to Gabe, beckoning him into the shower.

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If anyone had ever looked at Gabe that way, he couldn't remember it. There was hunger in Caleb's eyes and Gabe should have been afraid. Instead his skin flushed red with the realization that he was desired, carnally.

"Yeah..." His own voice sounded foreign in his ears, blood pounding through him and pooling down as he looked at Caleb, slender and perfect all over.

Taking his hand was easy. Kissing him was easier. Grabbing the swell of hip into behind? Perfect.

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.