[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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