[attr="class","olliestag"]Caleb Harcourt

[attr="class","olliesmain"] Stumbling backwards, he feels the flat expanse of the wall behind him as Caleb presses him firmly against it. A rough moan tumbles from his throat as Ollie yields to Caleb's affections, tilting his head to the side as he feels the scorching heat of lips bruising his skin. The Head Ranger lets himself be kissed — fervently, desperately, as if all the years that had led to this moment had all been bundled together, ready, waiting for this release.

[break][break] Caleb was the very thing that he had never been allowed to have. The thing that he told himself that he didn't want. Boys weren't supposed to kiss other boys, boys weren't supposed to like other boys, even as Caleb's lips ignited a fire within him that years couldn't even extinguish. He had even convinced himself so badly of this reality that he had begun to believe it himself, parrot it back at Caleb even after all those drunken nights, as if it was an accident, something he didn't actually want.

[break][break] But god, had he wanted it.

[break][break] Long before he understood what desire meant, Ollie had yearned for it. He had convinced himself that friendship would be enough, that he could be content just basking in the warmth of Caleb's ocean-blue eyes, in the echo of his boyish laughter. He had told himself that if he didn't say it outloud then he didn't feel it — even though, deep down, all he'd ever truly longed for was to immerse himself in that boundless sea.

[break][break] Calloused hands run down the expanse of the other man's chest, hard abdominal muscles running beneath his fingertips.

[break][break] "Show me," the Head Ranger said as he reached for Caleb's hips, grinding them both together without hesitation. Ollie is only a little bit drunk, from their dinner and wine at the bar, but it's Caleb's presence that makes him feel sharp and sober. He wants this — wants this more than he's ever had before, which is obvious in the way those emerald eyes burn for Caleb Harcourt. The Head Ranger grabs the other man's neck, bringing their mouths together in another bruising kiss, needing him close, needing to taste him.

[break][break] "Show me what you learned, Caleb."

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[attr="class","olliestag"]Caleb Harcourt

[attr="class","olliesmain"] Cool air blasted across his skin as his shirt was removed, leaving him open for the tasting. Caleb's teeth grazed against his reddened skin, causing a surprising amount of heat to lance through the Head Ranger at the gesture and making him grab his hips to grind them together.

[break][break] "Caleb..."

[break][break] He swallowed thickly, distracted, as a thumb pressed against his bottom lip.

[break][break] Tides of green reflected in a stormy blue ocean, and Ollie wanted - no needed - Caleb to devour him whole. Years of pushing back against the tide, of pretending it didn't exist, had done neither of them justice.

[break][break] It was what left him so vulnerable, so surprised, to the burning touch of Caleb's hand as it grazed his jaw and then pushed him down to his knees. Ollie blinked for a moment, startled, and out of breath.

[break][break] 'Wha - '

[break][break] And then it occurred to him, with yet another sudden churn in his gut, exactly what Caleb meant.

[break][break] Fuck, that was hot.

[break][break] "You're right," Ollie said, reaching for the hem of the other's pants and unbuckling it. A thumb brushed against his hip, the other sweeping upwards to run admiringly across his abs, as he gazed endearingly up at his childhood friend.

[break][break] "I have always wanted you, Caleb."

[break][break] With that, Ollie grabbed his hips, twisting their position as he shoved Caleb roughly against the wall. He pulled down swiftly, releasing him, and leaned forward.

[break][break] Maybe, it was his turn to devour Caleb.

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[attr="class","olliestag"]Caleb Harcourt

[attr="class","olliesmain"] A lesser man may have felt differently about falling to their knees in front of another, but not Ollie. He had always been more than happy to do what it took to please others, to provide them enjoyment at the expense of his own.

[break][break] But this wasn't the case here.

[break][break] Ollie enjoyed this, even moreso from the sounds that he was able to pull from Caleb's throat. It sent a thrum of heat straight through him, hands sliding against warm skin and strong abs. He paid close attention to each and every noise that his friend made, his own desire spreading like wildfire heat within him with each passing moment. So indulgent that he was, he made a noise of surprise when he was suddenly pulled up from his task, pulled to his feet.

[break][break] A laugh bubbles to his throat, unbidden, as Caleb growls at him, insistent and demanding. "Needy, huh?" he chuckles, gently teasing, but his voice trails off as they stumble towards the bed together. A shiver courses through him as Caleb's deep voice grazes his ear, a tantalizing promise of things to come.

[break][break] Ollie kicks off his own pants and then pushes Caleb onto the bed, following shortly after. He straddles him, leaning down to claim the other's lips in another heated kiss.

[break][break] "What," he breathes, fingers sliding down the other man's abs and then wrapping a hand securely around him. "What kind of reward, Caleb?"

[break][break] His eyes spark like the sun, full of mischief and desire.

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[attr="class","olliestag"]Caleb Harcourt

[attr="class","olliesmain"] Ollie looks up at him, emerald eyes meeting ocean blue.

[break][break] He could drown in them forever, he thinks, and would have no regrets. It was the same sea-blue gaze that he had spent his entire childhood lusting after, caught up in tangled sheets and boyish shame. Even if it was never anything he could say outloud. Even if it was never anything he could admit to anyone else. That had never stopped him from wanting.

[break][break] "What - "

[break][break] A gasp, and then a moan, as the rest of his words were muffled against sheets as a hand pressed against him, holding him against the bed. Despite how alarmed he should've been, Ollie didn't fight it. No, in fact the opposite, especially as the other man's calloused hands scratched against the expanse of his tanned back, biting and licking and igniting a fire in him that will never be quite quelled.

[break][break] "Caleb - mmf," a strangled moan in his throat as Caleb grabs his hips roughly and then dives home, his teeth sinking into the soft cloth of the pillow beneath him, crushed beneath muscled arms. Whatever words he's about to say is lost on the moment, in the feeling of slick skin and hot breaths and bruises that he'll feel later for days.

[break][break] When it's all over, Ollie rolls over to the side, making sure to gather the other man in his arms, not willing yet to undo the tangled web that they weaved. A warm, blissful feeling washes over him like a low tide at sea, a gummy smile on his cheeks as he burrows his face into the expanse of his childhood friend's damp neck.

[break][break] "You were really holding that in, huh, all these years?"

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