Confess Your Sins to Me (3)

Note: This is finaly done (finally)... It's a bit sappy and generally crap, but whatever. No one can harass me because there wasn't any anal anymore. Perverts.

Confess Your Sins to Me: Part 3

It wasn’t long until it was Christmas Eve. Caleb and Ezekiel had spent most of their weekends together at the dormitory, a few times sharing the room with Joe and having to be content with sleeping in each other’s arms.
“We should tell your parents this weekend –after the holiday.” The two sat together on a pew in the back of the church, a little while before Midnight Mass.
Ezekiel nodded, “Probably. They aren’t going to be happy.”
“No one is going to be happy.” Caleb countered.
“Are you moved into your apartment?”
“Most of the furnishings I bought are there, yes…but I can’t actually move into it until January 1st.”
“From the rectory, you mean.”
Caleb nodded.
“But you can actually get in, and it’s not suspicious.”
“No, Ezekiel.” He shook his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “A couple of more days.”
“These last couple of days is the worst part,” He sighed, laying his head against Caleb’s shoulder for a moment before looking up at him. “I’m afraid to tell my parents, Caleb. What will I do if they kick me out of the house or something just as heinous? I still have almost two weeks left of vacation, and I can’t go back to the dorms.”
“They won’t do something like that…but if they do, there’s always a place for you with me.” Caleb patted Ezekiel on the knee. “Don’t worry about it.”
Ezekiel sighed, shifting away from him as the large doors in the foyer creaked open, “Oh great…they’re arriving to set up.”
“Do you want to go? I’m not needed here. I’ve left this completely to Father Michael.”
“Hmm…no, but can you promise me that we can go somewhere later?” Ezekiel whispered as a group of other parishioners carrying wrapped gifts, entered the church.
“I make no promises, but…I’m sure we can find some place private later.” Caleb squeezed his knee before standing to go greet the entrants.
Just over and hour later, there was a giant sigh of relief as the mass ended, and Ezekiel stood up, scanning for Caleb, who had remained sitting at the end of one of the pews.
“Um, Mom, is it all right if I stick around here for awhile?”
“Honey, it’s one o’clock in the morning.” Rachel sighed, “I think it’s time we all went home and got into bed.”
“Father Caleb will drive me home, I promise.”
“No, sweetie,” Rachel shook her head. “I don’t want to take advantage of the Father’s good nature. C’mon –get your butt in gear, so we can get home.”
Ezekiel sighed, “Can I at least say good night?”
“Yes…go say goodnight –we’ll be in the car.”
“Thank you.” Ezekiel pressed a kiss to her cheek, before moving across the crowded Church to lean behind Caleb’s seat in the pew.
“Are you going?” Caleb looked up.
“Yes, my Mom is making me. I’ll see you later?”
Caleb nodded, “Call me.”
“I will.” Ezekiel touched his shoulder, before turning to disappear within the crowd.
“Sweetie…” Rachel looked up at him through the rearview mirror. “Your dad and I have been talking and…is there something you want to tell us?”
Ezekiel shrugged, continuing to stare out of the window as his dad maneuvered the car towards the road, “Not really, why?”
Rachel sighed, turning around slightly in her seat, “You’re positive there’s nothing you want to say about you and Father Caleb?”
Ezekiel looked up at her, glad that the car was dark, “Why? What have you heard?”
“Zeke, we’ve known for a long time that you and the Father have spent…a lot of time together.” His Dad, Chris, looked up at him in the mirror, “We didn’t realize just how much until your birthday party.”
Ezekiel shook his head, “Wait, realize what?”
“Honey, it’s okay, but…Father Caleb is a priest, and you’re only eighteen.”
“What’s okay?”
“Well, that you’re gay. Or whatever.”
Ezekiel paused for a moment before shaking his head, “Wait…I don’t understand, how do you know this?”
“Zeke, what kind of teenager invites his priest to his birthday/grad party? We weren’t the only ones to notice how close you are.” Chris flicked on the blinker of the car, “When were you planning on saying something? Caleb is leaving the church for a teaching position at the high school because of this, am I right?”
Ezekiel was still reeling from the shock, “You guys have known since my birthday, and you’re…you’re fine?”
“Well, we were a little unsettled at first, but…we like Caleb, and we love you, Zeke. We just want you to be happy.” Rachel sighed. “But seriously, how much longer were you going to hide this from us?”
“We were both going to tell you after Caleb’s resignation took effect….next week.”
Chris slid the car into park in front of the house, turning off the engine before turning around in the seat, “Zeke, we don’t care –I mean, we care obviously, but…you being gay isn’t really that much of a surprise to us. What bothers us is that there is a seventeen-year age difference between you and Caleb. Let’s be a little realistic here; he’s only five years younger then me.”
“I know that Dad,” Ezekiel sighed, laying his head against the cold window. “I hate that he’s so much older then me, but…I can’t help it. I really love him.”
“How long have you two been doing this behind our backs?” Chris asked.
“We didn’t do anything until I turned eighteen, I swear. Caleb would never hurt me.”
“Then I take it’s been for a while.” Rachel nodded, “We figured as much. Since he came here?”
“…No, not quite that long…but close.”
“And nothing happened then?” Chris raised an eyebrow.
“I know it sounds completely made up –it’s not possible to keep your hands off of someone for four years, right; but we did, I promise.”
“We believe you, Zeke.” Rachel nodded.
“Wait…if you knew, why didn’t you let me stay?” Ezekiel asked, picking up his head.
“Because, we wanted this opportunity to have this chat with you –get it out of the way so we could enjoy the holiday.” Rachel swung open her car door. “Anyway, time for bed!”
“Wait, you can’t just like…tease me like that! Who else knows about this?”
“Oh, just Grandma Marge and Grandpa Samson, and Aunt Linda…and Uncle Peter…” Chris started ticking off names. “Most of the family knows.”
“And…and everyone’s still like speaking to us?”
“Well, Grandpa Samson’s not happy. He thinks it’s just a phase.” Chris put an arm around his son’s shoulders. “But, he’ll come around. Just don’t flaunt this too much, okay?”
“So, no one outside of the family knows though?”
“Not that we know of...” Rachel shrugged. “Why?”
“…Well…you’re not going to yell at me and tell me how wrong and sinful this is? You’re not going to reprimand me for having a priest of all people as my partner. Nothing…you’re just going to let this go?”
“Do you want us to? We’ve had about four months to let this mull over. Plus, you should have realized a long time ago that your Mom and I aren’t as religious as you’ve become. We only converted to Catholicism because Grandma Marge made us before she’d agree to let us get married.”
“…You guys have been married for twenty years. Why didn’t you just stop?”
“Grandma Marge.” Rachel shrugged, hanging up her coat next to the door. “Seriously, Zeke…this is all fine.”
“You’re not going to be those weird parents that are more into being gay then their gay kid is, are you? Please tell me you haven’t joined P-Flag or anything.”
“No, no…we haven’t. We can, but we don’t have to. It would be nice to have something besides the Church for once.” Chris rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe we never told you about our deal with Grandma Marge… I guess you just enjoyed St. Joan’s so much –although, I guess we know why now.”
“I think I need to go to bed. This is crazy. You guys are crazy. I’m going to wake up in the morning and this all going to have been a dream.”
“Good night, Zeke.” Rachel grabbed him by the arm before he could brush past her, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you in the morning.”

“What day is it?”
“It’s Christmas, why? You just left me like half an hour ago –you know what day it is.” Caleb sounded tired.
“My parents just did something crazy.”
“What’s that?”
“They told me that I was gay.”
Caleb laughed, “Excuse me?”
“They knew about us. And they don’t care. Is that even possible?”
“Maybe you just have really cool parents… I just sounded so old, didn’t I?”
“A little bit, but that’s okay.” Ezekiel sighed, “You should come over tomorrow.”
“I think I can get away…are you sure you want me there?”
“Yes. They all know anyway. I want to spend the holiday with you. Plus, it will be a relief to be able to wrap my arms around you with other people around.”
“Ah. I knew not being with you last weekend would be hard.”
“And it doesn’t help that we’ve only seen each other at church, where you barely let me touch you,” Ezekiel sighed again. “ So you’ll come over?”
“Sure. When do you want to see me?”
“I want to see you all day…but I think everyone will have cleared out around six. Is that okay?”
“Sure.” Caleb yawned, “Can I go to sleep now?”
“No.”
“Ezekiel, you can call me in the morning…it’s been a really long night. I’m sleep deprived.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours since you keep talking to me.”
“Fine, fine; I’ll let to go to sleep. But don’t forget –six o’clock.”
“Okay, six.”
“Good night.”
“Good night.”

“Finally!” Ezekiel pulled Caleb into the house before throwing his arms around his neck. “You would not believe these people! They’ve been teasing me mercilessly all day!”
“Uh huh…and what do you want me to do about that exactly?” Caleb asked, grunting as Ezekiel hung on him, “Ezekiel…I’m not a jungle-gym, contrary to popular belief.”
“I’m sorry.” Ezekiel let his arms slide around Caleb’s waist instead, “But I really am serious about all of them being horrible to me. You won’t believe the gifts they got me…us.” He rolled his eyes.
Caleb raised an eyebrow, hooking his thumbs into the belt loops of Ezekiel’s jeans, “Do I want to know what you mean by that?”
“No…but I’ll show you anyway on January first. We have plans remember?”
“Hmm.” Caleb nodded, “I see what you mean about the gifts –are you serious?”
“Quite. And it’s heat activated or some crap like that. Well…one bottle of it is. They bought me like six –as if we ever see each other, other than on the weekends –and even then, very rarely do we ever do anything that would constitute the use of lubrication.”
“Did you tell them that?” Caleb asked.
“No! How mortifying! Just them thinking that we have sex is creepy without actually telling that we don’t…err…haven’t. Whatever.”
“We’ve had sex,” Caleb pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Just not the kind you’ve wanted…which is actually a fetish –did you know that?”
“Where did you hear that?” Ezekiel asked.
“I read it on the internet.”
“Sex in itself is a giant fetish…why are we talking about this?”
“I have no idea –where are your parents?”
“They drove Grandma Marge and Grandpa Samson home. They’ll be back in a few minutes.” Ezekiel turned, pulling him along behind him, “C’mon. We can go to my room.”
“Wait --do they know you invited me over?”
“Stop acting like a teenager. Of course they know I invited you over.” Ezekiel pushed him through the doorway, before closing the door behind himself. “They are eerily thrilled by this –my parents I mean. My Grandparent’s…ignored all of the obvious gag-gifts, and such with scoffs and cups of scalding coffee. I don’t think Grandpa Samson will be able to talk for a month while the skin grows back in his mouth.”
“Your parents are interesting people.” Caleb nodded, kicking his shoes off near the closet, and dropping his jacket onto the floor before pulling him away from the door, and pressing his mouth to Ezekiel’s. “Now, stop complaining and make the drive through the snow worth it.”
“Oh jeez, give me a challenge.” Ezekiel pushed him back onto the bed, moving Caleb’s hands from his waist to the back of his thighs. His tongue reacquainted itself with Caleb’s mouth, while his own hands explored the area of skin encased underneath the priest’s t-shirt.
“Numquid, cum crisas, blandior esse potes?” Caleb listened for Ezekiel’s groan, before smiling, his hand moving up to Ezekiel’s back pockets, and his fingers hooking into his belt loops. “You have no idea what I just said, do you?”
“Nope, but it sounds pretty.”
“It really wasn’t. It was rather crude actually.” Caleb kissed his throat, before laying back against the pillows again.
“Ooh –what did you say?”
“I said you look pretty as you grind.” Caleb teased him, kissing him again.
“What else can you say that’s vulgar?” Ezekiel leaned back, his thumbs brushing over Caleb’s nipples under his shirt.
“Culus tibi purior salillo est, nec toto decies cacas in anno.”
“…What does that mean? Are you just making this stuff up?”
“Of course not –I know it makes you hot. I can feel it.” Caleb slipped a hand between Ezekiel’s legs.
“Hmm…I’m not arguing with that point –but what did you say? Is it even true?”
“Your ass is as pure as a salt-cellar, you probably only take a shit ten times a year. …Or something like that. It’s from a poem by Catullus.”
“You’re so well educated…it’s kind of sexy.”
“I’m glad my many years of studying Latin have finally paid off. Who knew they’d come in handy for seducing boys seventeen years younger then myself?”
“Hmm…If you keep your hand where it is for much longer, I’m going to be forced to remove our clothes, and I’m fairly certain that my parents aren’t actually serious when they give me gifts of lubricant and condoms.”
“They gave you condoms too? Who in hell else are you having sex with besides me?” Caleb raised an eyebrow, sliding his hand back to his lover’s hip.
“No one, I would never even dream it!” Ezekiel swore, kissing him as a short knock sounded on the door, causing him to jerk slightly towards the door, “Yeah?”
“Just wanted to let you know that we were back…” Rachel started to open the door, then paused, “Wait…do I not want to come in here?”
“You can come in.” Ezekiel moved to sit on the edge of the bed, while Caleb straightened, brushing his fingers through his hair, and straightening his shirt as Rachel swung the door the rest of the way open.
“Oh, Father Caleb, it’s…nice to see you.” She hid her smile in a cough behind her hand.
“You can just call me Caleb now. I’m only a priest for seven more days.” He nodded at her.
“Oh, well…Caleb then, sorry. Zeke, your Dad, and I are having dinner in about an hour, if you’re hungry. You’re more then welcome to join us Caleb.”
“Thank you.” Caleb nodded, “but I really shouldn’t stay that long.”
“Why?” Ezekiel turned, “You said you didn’t have anything to do today.”
“I still have to contend with Father Michael. I’m afraid he isn’t as approving as some, obviously.”
Ezekiel sighed, nodding, “Yeah, I get it. I’ll be there Mom. Can you just…leave us alone for awhile?”
“Sure, of course.” Rachel nodded, pulling the door shut behind her self. Ezekiel waited for a moment before straddling Caleb’s hips again.
“You are such a sex fiend.”
“If you can’t eat dinner with us, that only gives us an hour…and I can think of a lot we can accomplish in an hour.”
“Hmm…” Caleb nodded, pulling Caleb closer before reversing their position, pushing Ezekiel under him. “So, what do you want? You don’t need to be afraid to ask. It isn’t as if I can tell you no anymore.”
“I want what I always want…but I’ll settle for feeling your mouth on me.”
“Oh good,” Caleb nodded. “That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.” He pushed Ezekiel’s shirt up over his chest, pressing his lips down his pale chest.
“And you think I’m a pervert…” Ezekiel rolled his eyes, pulling Caleb back to his lips, wrapping his arms around his neck as the older man’s hands started to unbutton his jeans, hooking his thumbs over the waistbands, pulling any offending cloth past his hips.
“You are a pervert, but I suppose if you are then I must be too.” Caleb removed Ezekiel’s arms from his neck, clasping their fingers together before lapping his tongue up his partner’s hardening shaft. Ezekiel groaned, pulling Caleb’s hands to run against his abdomen and chest, letting his own hands pull through Caleb’s hair.
“Uh…wait –what are you going to do when I come?” Ezekiel grunted, as Caleb’s lips bit softly at his tip.
“I guess I’ll have to swallow it.” Caleb raised an eyebrow.
“…You’d do that?”
“I’ve had you come in my mouth how many times now? I think I can handle swallowing two teaspoons of come, or whatever it is.” Caleb looked up, running his tongue along the underside of Ezekiel’s member. “What? You think you’re the only one in this relationship that can swallow?”
“No…that’s hot.” Ezekiel shook his head, grunting again as Caleb impaled him mouth over him again and arching his back. “Fuck…Where the hell did he learn to do this?”
Caleb resisted the temptation to smile, bobbing his head over Ezekiel’s member until the warm, salty fluid filled his mouth, Ezekiel’s fingers tightened in his hair. Caleb moved his hands to take Ezekiel’s, pulling them out of his hair before adjusting to kiss him again, sharing the opaque come with him.
Ezekiel made a soft noise of distaste, swallowing it anyway, “What was that for?”
“You should always share.” Caleb shrugged, kissing him again. “Besides, my mouth would have tasted like that anyway.”
Ezekiel sighed, raising his hips to pull his jeans back up over his hips, buttoning and zipping them, before shoving Caleb back against the foot of the bed, “Okay –now it’s your turn.”
“Wait…we only have like a half hour left, do you really want to spend it doing this?”
“…Is that seriously a question?” Ezekiel asked, undoing the button on Caleb’s pants and pulling down the zipper before pulling him free, gorging his mouth over his member, and Caleb’s protests caught in his throat. He leaned up on his elbows, watching Ezekiel’s mouth work over his shaft. Ezekiel paused for a moment when he felt his eyes boring into him, his lips turning into a slight smile, and then lapping his tongue from the base to the tip.
A few minutes later, Caleb tucked himself back into his jeans, pulling Ezekiel into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips, “Are you feeling less sexually repressed now?”
“A little bit,” Ezekiel nodded. “But remember that you’ve promised me full fucking next week.”
“Hmm, have I?” Caleb raised an eyebrow. “I should have known you’d never be happy just the way we are.”
“Are you afraid?” Ezekiel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No, what is there to be afraid of?”
“I don’t know,” Ezekiel shrugged. “You just seem very nervous about this.”
“Hey, if you parents are supplying us with plenty of lubricant, I have no complaints. I can’t wait to get a piece of this ass.” Caleb tapped him, before kissing him again. “I’m not nervous, Ezekiel. I just wonder…after we’ve done everything, what else is there going to be to look forward to? How long are we going to last as a couple of if we have nothing we’ve never tried?”
“There is always something new to try –besides, I love you. I don’t want anyone else. Ever, ever, ever…” Ezekiel kissed him, coaxing their tongues together.
“You say that now.” Caleb shrugged, “I think I’ll be more likely to feel less… apprehensive about it after a little while more.”
Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head, pressing his palms against Caleb’s cheeks before kissing him again, “I waited four years for you. I love you, and that isn’t going to change, okay? I am completely yours forever, second only to God.”
Caleb nodded, “Okay, okay…I believe you.”
“You better believe me. I don’t want to have to find another boyfriend, it all sounds very messy, and complicated, and…I just don’t want to deal with it.”
“What are you going to do when I’m like fifty and I can’t…perform anymore?”
“You’ll be fine. That’s what Viagra is for.”
“Medicines only do so much for so long.”
“Then I guess I’ll just have to get a lover on the side, but it will be cool, ‘cause you’ll know about it, and be our voyeur or whatever.”
“…I don’t want to see you have sex with someone else.”
“No, see…you’ll pick him out with me.”
“Will this be like a shopping trip? Is there a market where they sell partners?”
“Maybe there will be in the future. That would be so cool!”
Caleb laughed, “Okay…well, I guess I’ll cover that obstacle when we come to it.”
“Agreed,” Ezekiel nodded, placing a kiss on his cheek this time. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?”
“No…I’m not sure if I’m completely comfortable with your parents… Them knowing –and thinking, that we’re together is still a little bizarre to me.”
Ezekiel nodded, “Okay, fine…you should probably get going then. My mom is going to knock on the door again any minute, and if you stay here much longer, I’m going to be ready for round two…and I don’t think we want her walking in on that.”
“No, no, I really don’t. Knowing, and seeing are two totally different things.” Caleb kissed him, “But, call me tonight…and I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Uh huh,” Ezekiel nodded, letting Caleb pull away from him to go to the closet and shove his feet back into his sneakers.
“Walk me to the door?” Caleb asked while making sure his fly was zipped before pulling on his jacket.
“Sure.” Ezekiel pulled himself off the bed, pulling open the door, leading him towards the door.
“Are you mad now?”
“No, I just don’t get to spend enough time with you.”
“I’m sorry,” Caleb pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. “Seven days, and I’m all yours. No one else to contend with at all.”
“That’s still seven days I have to wait –and what about when my classes start again?”
“Then we’ll just have to go back to our weekends together.”
“And we have to do that for like three years?”
Caleb shrugged, “Not really.”
“—Zeke! Dinner’s going to be ready a few minutes!” Rachel called, but didn’t appear from the kitchen.
“I’ll call you,” Ezekiel kissed him, before starting to open the door.
“I love you.” Caleb pressed his forehead against Ezekiel’s, staring down into his eyes.
“I know. I love you, too.” Ezekiel kissed him. “Now, leave before I change my mind about letting you walk out this door.”


A very long seven days later, Caleb sat in his brand new apartment in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, looking over the new place. The new place was sparsely furnished, having had to fill it on a Priest’s salary, using quite a large chunk of savings. But it was a welcome relief to be on his own again after so many months living with Father Michael in the rectory.
He leaned forward, picking up his cell phone from the coffee table (a great find at the Church Bazaar a few week earlier) as it rang.
“Hello?”
“I’m coming up the walk…are you going to let me in?”
Caleb smiled, getting up from the chair, “The door is unlocked, you can let yourself in.”
“Are you going to just be waiting for me then?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Hmm…” There was a loud clunk as the downstairs door closed behind Ezekiel, “Yes…I want you naked when I walk in.”
“I think I can handle that,” Caleb nodded, walking towards his bedroom, kicking off his shoes inside of the door, pulling off his socks.
“Wait, which apartment are you in?” Ezekiel stopped for a moment.
“Two-Forty-Six.” Caleb laughed.
“Oh, right.” Ezekiel nodded, “Sorry, I’m excited…I’m not thinking with my head.”
“Wait, before you walk in here…” Caleb started to unzip his jeans, pushing them over his hips, kicking them off into the basket in his closet, “I want you to take a minute to really, you know, think… Is this what you really want?”
“Yes, Caleb! Why are you so unconvinced of this?”
“I’m serious, Ezekiel. Take into consideration right now…we are both basically virgins to this, I am seventeen years older then you, you’re a college student, I’m a former priest…”
“Caleb, you’re forgetting the most important part,” Ezekiel sighed, closing the door behind him self as he entered Caleb’s apartment, locking the door firmly behind himself. “We love each other.”
Caleb murmured agreement, “Hang up your jacket and take off your shoes by the door. You can leave your clothes there too, if you want.”
“I brought one of my Christmas gifts…” Ezekiel teased, shrugging out of his jacket, hanging it on the peg near the door, kicking off his sneakers next to a pair of Caleb’s, shoving his socks inside of them, “—Hmm, hold on for a second.” Both took a moment to toss aside their shirts as well, before picking up the phones again, “You still there?”
“This is silly, you’re just in the kitchen,”
“Be quiet, I like it.” Ezekiel teased, pushing off his jeans and boxers, folding them and laying them on top of the counter, before pulling out the bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. “It’s cold in here…”
“Well, if you get your ass in here, I’ll warm you up.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Ezekiel grumbled, tiptoeing through the apartment, closing the phone against his chest as he leaned in Caleb’s doorway. “You look really good.”
“You think so?” Caleb looked down. “I know I’m not exactly the most, you know…’fit’ man ever.”
“No, really, you are. Everything about you is perfect.” Ezekiel set his phone down on the dresser, taking Caleb’s away from him, replacing it with the bottle of lube, setting his down as well. “I want to do this, right now.”
“You’ve been waiting for this all afternoon, haven’t you?” Caleb asked, pulling him down onto the bed, kissing him.
“I have been waiting years for this, what are you talking about?” Ezekiel scoffed, wrapping his arms around Caleb’s neck as he moved over top of him. “—And don’t try to lie to me. I know you’ve been waiting plenty long for this too.”
“Hmm,” Caleb nodded in agreement, setting down the bottle on the bed next to them to trail his hands up Ezekiel’s chest. “I’m kind of nervous I won’t live up to your expectations.”
“Of course you will. You don’t have to be perfect…but I think we know enough about one another after four years to make this one of the best experiences possible.” Ezekiel kissed him again before reaching between their bodies to stroke his fingers along Caleb’s member.
Caleb groaned, pressing his lips to Ezekiel’s collarbone, “You shouldn’t do that until we’re ready. Listening to you groan is going to get me hard enough without your hands all over me.”
“Don’t you like my hands on you?” Ezekiel teased, kissing his cheek, sliding his hands up to Caleb’s stomach. “And besides, you were starting to get hard before…I was just helping you along.”
“How do you want to do this?” Caleb brushed a hand over Ezekiel’s forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Unless you’ve been practicing and haven’t told me, this isn’t going to be comfortable… We should probably do this in typical missionary position.”
“You mean, facing away from you?” Ezekiel bit his lip, looking up at Caleb from under thick eyelashes.
Caleb nodded, “Is that a problem?”
“No, I guess not… We only have to do it like that a few times, right? Until I get used to it, I mean.”
“Most likely… How do you want to do it?” Caleb asked, looking quizzical.
“Facing you…I can’t kiss you if I’m not facing you.” Ezekiel sighed, shaking his head. “And I want to be able to kiss you when you fuck me.”
Caleb bit his lip before nodding, “Okay, but lets loosen you up first, okay?”
Ezekiel nodded, ready to comply with anything that Caleb asked of him.
Caleb sat back, pushing Ezekiel’s knees up to his shoulders, “Hold your knees for a bit, and just try to relax.” Ezekiel nodded, linking his fingers together as Caleb poured liberally from the bottle of lubrication, stroking his fingers across Ezekiel’s beckoning member before letting them trail along his crevice, probing inside, finding more then a little resistance.
“Ezekiel, we can’t do this if you don’t relax.” Caleb ran his other hand across Ezekiel’s member again, his other hand continuing to try and enter Ezekiel’s behind.
“I can’t help it!” Ezekiel groaned.
Caleb laughed, pulling Ezekiel’s hands from his thighs, pushing his legs apart, and pressing a kiss to his lips, “You’re too excited. Maybe we should wait?”
“No!” Ezekiel groaned. “Tell me what to do…”
Caleb grinned, “I’m teasing you…” He probed his finger deeper into Ezekiel’s loosening backside. “I promised you I would finally fuck you the way you’ve wanted, so I will.”
Ezekiel nodded, pulling Caleb down by his neck again, kissing him, before biting down softly on his ear, “Just fuck me. I don’t care how much it hurts.”
“I do.” Caleb murmured against Ezekiel’s lips, “however, if that’s the way that you want it…” He stroked his slick fingers along his own member before adjusting himself behind Caleb, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Yes, damn it.”
Caleb laughed, rubbing his appendage against Ezekiel’s opening before pushing the teenager’s knees back up towards his head, pushing inside, slowly. Ezekiel moaned softly, squeezing his eyes closed, his fingers tightening around a fistful of the fabric covering the bed. Caleb slid his hands up the back of Ezekiel’s thighs and then around his knees, pushing them apart to lean between them, pressing his partner’s knees against his sides to press a kiss to Ezekiel’s parted lips.
“Wait—” Ezekiel pressed a hand to Caleb’s back as he started to draw back. “Stay there, just for a little bit longer.” Caleb complied, kissing his throat before moving Ezekiel’s hands to his shoulders..
“You ready now?” He kissed him again against the jaw, his own hands moving down to grasp Ezekiel’s hips, leaning back as Ezekiel nodded and drawing himself back. Ezekiel grunted as he moved back inside, driving in and out slowly at first before picking up the pace, his arms linking around Ezekiel’s thighs, pulling him higher up, before leaning forward again, kissing him before groaning softly in his ear. “Do you want me to come inside you?”
Ezekiel nodded again eagerly, pulling Caleb’s mouth back to his as he pushed in more roughly then before, grunting in his throat as he wrapped his arms more tightly around Ezekiel’s waist, continuing to thrust into him as his orgasm peaked. As he subsided, he finally rested, softening inside of his lover’s rectum, waiting for a moment to kiss him again before pulling away, rolling next to him on the bed, pressing his face against Ezekiel’s shoulder, wrapping his fingers around Ezekiel’s seemingly abandoned member.
“Hmm, you don’t have to do that.” One of Ezekiel’s hands joined his while his other lifted his head, coaxing his tongue past the older man’s lips.
“After what you just let me do, I feel obliged to attempt to give you similar satisfaction…besides, Ezekiel. You’re hard, and I know what you like.” He covered Ezekiel’s hand with his, running it along his organ, folding his fingers around his scrotum while kissing him again, underneath his chin, and then on his throat before picking himself up, wrapping an arm under Ezekiel’s hips again and covering the boy’s cock with his mouth. With his free hand, his fingers probed into Ezekiel’s now loose hole, stroking his fingers against the inner walls of Ezekiel’s bottom.
It wasn’t long until Ezekiel’s fingers scraped down Caleb’s back, “Caleb…Fuck, Caleb…” His fingers squeezed around the back of his neck softly to let him know he could pull away if that was what he wanted, but he didn’t until he felt the first gob hit the back of his throat. Then he finished him off with hard strokes, the last of Ezekiel’s come hitting his chest. Ezekiel groaned, tugging on Caleb’s arm to draw him back towards the pillows, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, and Caleb’s hands pressed into the mattress on either side of him.
Caleb smiled against his lips, before pressing their foreheads together and looking down into Ezekiel’s unwavering eyes, “Are you happy now? You have everything you could possibly have wanted.”
Ezekiel smiled nodding slightly, “But I’m not done with you yet…I’m going to want it again.”
“Then you liked it, it was worth the wait?”
Ezekiel nodded again, “Every moment.” He twisted down to lick some of his come from Caleb’s chest. “I’m afraid we’ve made a bit of a mess though…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Caleb assured him. “We can go clean up together.”
“Not yet…” Ezekiel protested, pulling Caleb back as he started to get up from the bed, “not yet.”
Caleb stretched out next to him, laying his head on Ezekiel’s arm and pushed his knee between the younger man’s thighs, underneath his used member, “You want to make an even bigger mess?”
Ezekiel smiled before nodding, “Uh huh, and if you just relax for a little while, I think we can accomplish that.”
Caleb nodded, “Alright…but, you might want to save some of this stamina. I don’t plan on letting you go for a very long time.”