When Miles prods harder against that spot, Calvin throws his head back and groans, his legs pressing tight around Miles’s waist.
Miles sits back on his knees because he needs to see this. He needs to see Calvin come absolutely undone with just his fingers. It’s a sight he won’t forget—Calvin with his eyes shut tight, gripping the pillow, and his mouth hanging open. He reaches down and puts a hand around Calvin’s dick, and it pulses under his hold, and he strokes it as he continues pressing at his sweet spot.
“Miles,” Calvin says, breathless. “Stop. In me. Come on.”
The way Calvin’s gaze shoots down between them, to Miles’s achingly hard dick, gives him a boost of confidence. Fumbling, Milespulls a condom on. Calvin watches him, chest still heaving, and spreads his legs—and Miles swallows a knot in his throat.
He lines himself up and meets Calvin’s eyes, running a hand down his chest. “You good?”
“Yes,” Calvin grunts impatiently.
Miles pushes into him, expression tightening, and Calvin presses a hand over his face and muffles a whimper. He thrusts into him slowly, testing the waters, and Calvin’s chin tips back. Calvin’s still covering his face, and that’s no good—Miles pulls it away and leans down to knock their foreheads together.
It’s… incredible. It’s too much, and Miles can’t complain. Calvin is so good and warm and tight, and it takes his breath away. Miles kisses him, hard and fast, and Calvin holds his head tightly.
“Like that,” Calvin murmurs. “Yeah. You feel so good.”
Fuck. Calvin can’t do this, can’t praise him like this—it sends a thrill down Miles, it rattles him, and his thrusts become more erratic and deep.
Calvin winces under him, and he almost stops, but Calvin grips his hair and tells him to go faster. Miles puts a hand between them, gripping Calvin’s dick and stroking him.
He groans Calvin’s name when he comes, and he’s shaking all over. He kisses Calvin with trembling lips and says his name, again and again, and doesn’t relent on his hold around Calvin—and Calvin follows him not long after, and it seems to be too much for him because he pulls Miles’s hand away and whines.
Miles presses his face against his neck as he pulls out slowly, and Calvin winces.
They made such a mess, and Calvin turns to his side and pants as Miles rolls to his back beside him. They’re quiet for a long while, only their heavy breathing filling the room.
“God,” Miles exhales, fumbling to take the condom off, rolling off the bed to dump it in the bathroom’s trash can.
They’re all sticky and wet and exhausted, and Miles grabs his shirt and cleans them both off. Calvin looks embarrassed, but he lets Miles take care of him, and Miles finds himself unreasonably happy for that.
Miles falls back against the bed. He closes his eyes. “You… you think we’ll stay in touch after tomorrow?”
Calvin sounds breathless, too. “I’m heading to the city, not to another planet.”
“Well, yeah, but it’ll be different. You can call, if you’d like. Take it up a notch and FaceTime me without your shirt on.”
He chuckles, then Calvin’s quiet for way too long. Miles almost thinks he’s passed out, but when he turns his head, Calvin’s staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Sleepy, then.
Calvin says, quietly, “I’ll call you all the time until you’re sick of me. We don’t do much when we’re not at a gig, since Chase and Gil refuse to have anything to do with Theo.”
“Oh. Okay.” Hearing Theo’s name makes his gut twist, like it always does.
“What? You don’t want to stay in touch?” Calvin peers at him. “I don’t want anything to do with him either, if that’s what you’re pouting about.”
“I’m not pouting,” he says, definitely pouting.
There’s a strangeness in his expression that Miles can’t read. He looks at Miles as if he’s searching for something. “What will you be up to? Are you staying in Ridgeford?”
“Not sure… will probably stay here for a week more or so, then I’ll head back to my apartment in the city. Now that things at the inn are looking up—thanks again, by the way—I need to make new pieces for the gallery before they kick me out. I’ll probably go back and forth a lot, though. I want to make sure the inn keeps it up. I’m sure Gabby’s got it handled but just for my peace of mind, really.”
“Go back a bit. You’ll be in the city, too?”
He nods. “Uh huh.”
“Then we can definitely hang out,” Calvin says with a shrug.
Still, it’ll be different after tomorrow.
