Hard Contact - An LGBTQ Roleplay

Chapter 26

Summary:

Caleb and Blake relish in the afterglow of their intimate moment, exploring the possibilities of their newfound relationship.

Notes:

Ok! We posted Chapter 24 on Friday and Chapter 25 today, so you get to enjoy some extra Cake goodness this week :P As a slight downside to that, this chapter is a little bit shorter than usual (sitting at about 4.4K~). We know there isn't a ton going on here, but it serves as a little cliffhanger before the following week's chapter :) As Jennie mentioned last week, we've both been a little busy entering into the new year, along with working on the publishing of our first book Offseason. We anticipate that things will calibrate soon!

(See the end of the chapter for additional notes.)

Blake

With the heat, pleasure, and expression on Caleb's face intermingling face, Blake almost lost himself. He dug fingers into the soft skin of hips and arched, wondering how he'd gone a day without this, how he'd been preparing to accept his ticket home. That letter still lived on his computer, Blake having half a mind to make the forward delete it. He was suddenly glad he hadn't turned it in early, a very real chance that he'd be on a plane right now had he moved too quickly. Caleb was responsible for both trying to send him away and leaving him hanging on that final thread. It should have snapped but the forward had reeled it in just in time. As Caleb breathed below him, Blake imagined being without this. He didn't know how easy it would be to say it once they'd progressed past this moment but the thought made him ache. Blake wanted this. And he wanted it with Caleb. He just hadn't quite figured out what 'it' entailed.

The trainer managed a small groan as the forward climbed off of him, Blake's limp cock falling to his thigh. He took one glance at his messy chest and wrinkled his nose. The image had been hotter in the moment with Caleb releasing on his chest. He made a mental note that next time should be shower sex. Just as fun with none of the mess. Chuckling, the trainer pushed himself up and used Caleb's discarded Montreal shirt to wipe at his chest. The outfit had been worth every threat. Only a picture would have made it better, something he hadn't thought to grab in his tipsy state the night before. Perhaps they could try it out next time, call it foreplay. He tried not to think about his plans to return home and how a commitment in Jersey could derail that plan. Or derail his feelings, Blake unsure of his priorities. These feelings with Caleb were brand new in every sense of the phrase. It was hard to even consider a decision that was still two years away. They had time to see where things went.

Mouth curling with disgust at the dirty towel tossed his way, the trainer let it slide to the floor and finally made a grab for his vibrating phone when Caleb opted not to return to his bed. "If I say yes-" Blake murmured absently, shooting a hasty response to his sister after she'd announced her departure from the house for the afternoon, "-will it make you jealous and get you back in bed with me?" He looked up with a sated grin, letting out a pleased noise as he stretched and settled back into the mound of pillows and blankets that had become bunched behind his head during the sex. Given that one of them usually took off immediately after, it was Blake's attempt at a peace offering before they sat down to discuss things like adults. He waved his phone slightly. "Bea stepped out for a bit. Guess she woke up." By the time stamp, she'd woken up right when it was getting good. She should know. They hadn't exactly been quiet. Blake couldn't begin to imagine all that he owed her.

Though Caleb stood through his speech, Blake nudged him down as he started to talk about his mother. The forward wasn't quite in his lap as just positioned between his open legs but it still felt intimate to be back in his bed where sex wasn't happening. Blake could be good for a round two after awhile. However... for now, he willed the awkwardness not to start setting in after they'd dealt with their primal urges. He did offer a few, slightly strange but comforting rubs to Caleb's back. "You can talk when she's back. Pretty sure she can run your mother and anyone after those pictures into the ground."