The Prince's Fiancé (BoyXBoy)

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Jason

The knock on the window almost startled him, but Jason was already expecting Caleb's arrival so it didn't startle him too much. Jason felt like he was still in a dream as he leaned over the desk he usually did his homework on, to open the window. Jason never told Caleb about the emergency staircase that he would have had to take to get here, but he supposed it was better than the front door. That held too high of a risk. His mom would have to get up and ask who was at the door, which would mean awkward explanations. Throw in terrible lies, and Caleb would have been sent straight back where he came from because there was no way Jason was in any way a good liar.

Jason figured he could have appreciated the fact his mother would have still deeply cared about protecting his virtue, but Jason was now well past that.

Jason's heart was pounding so hard that it reached his ears. He was sure they were flaming red as he tried to open the window, move the desk to the side silently as possible for his boyfriend, no... fiancé, to get through. The possibilities, of the endless possibilities. Caleb didn't flat out say they were going to have sex, but it wasn't like he needed to. Was he ready? Did he want to? His emotions were too all over the place to be able to place down a proper answer.

It was purely ironic when Caleb was halfway in the window, he smiled and said a little casual, "Hey." Like what they were about to do wasn't about to change Jason's life forever, before his feet touched the floor.

Jason returned the same greeting, amazed at himself that he didn't squeak instead. He was bound to throw up if this kept up, and that... couldn't happen. He backed away and was about to strip his shirt off. What stopped him was the extra pair of hands that suddenly reached over from behind to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Was there amusement laced in the question?

"I'm..." Doing what you said you wanted? Stripping? Getting ready for bed?

He tried again, even with Caleb's generally warm hands (they were currently cold) still over his own. He was trying to pull the white t shirt he was wearing up and over his head, seductively. All he managed to do was look awkward and clumsy. He barely got the hem of the shirt past his belly button when Caleb clamped his hands firm enough to stop Jason.

"If you don't want to... I'll understand." This time there was no amusement at all in his voice. It was serious. Well the whole sex thing was serious.

Without turning and with enough steel in his voice, Jason said, "But I do want to."

He hoped that he didn't sound like he was whining. He wanted to sound sure of himself. Like a full grown man. He found himself wanting to be more of a man for Caleb. At this, he blushed.

Caleb's head came to rest over the back of Jason's. He could feel his cheek pressed there. Caleb's heart couldn't be felt, but Jason was sure he did feel a vein in Caleb's neck spike once.

And so they stayed that way for a while. Caleb behind Jason, only a small lava lamp on the night stand next to Jason's bed kept the room lit, and the window was still open. It was a chilly night. Jason could almost smell a hint of the sea. Caleb continued to hold Jason from behind, he gradually started to feel his heartbeat slow down. He was starting to relax that he sighed and let his body lean into Caleb's. Caleb had moved his hands around Jason's waist and rubbed his nose against the back, shell of his Jason's left ear.

Jason had no idea how long they stood that way, but Jason was feeling relaxed enough to sleep soon.

"Walk over to the bed." Caleb rumbled. "But don't take your clothes off."