I Can't Do The 1,2 Step 5/16
Title: I Can't Do The 1,2 Step
Author: desperate2break
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Caleb Turman/Zack Merrick
Summary: Caleb's getting married to a woman. He loves her. But then he meets Zack and has to relearn the definition of love...
Warnings: Graphic language use, sexual scenes
Disclaimer: Own everything in the world cuz I'm the Queen of Everything. Seriously.
POV: Third
Author Notes: I've been so busy this week but I wanted to update really badly so HERE WE GO!
Dedication: loppydum cuz we're besties now; she guessed it LOLz.
'Jack, for the last time: Kyle is not coming to the VIP opening of the VIP booth of my VIP club,' Zack says slowly and clearly into his cell phone. 'Because I am not talking to him. What do you mean, why? He said my club is - yes, I'm aware it's not my club per se but -'
He checks his reflection in the mirror although he knows he's not going anywhere until around midnight, and walks along the hallway. He likes walking when he's on the phone; it helps him think.
He treads softly to the staircase and rolls his eyes. 'Jack. Unless he apologises, he's not invited. I mean...No. Abso - whose side are you even on? Pussy. Pick a side. Not his! Fuck off. Ok, see you at twelve. Bye.'
Zack grins, fully intending to call Kyle and hurl good-natured abuse at him, and turns around.
'JESUS CHRIST!'
His heart stops as a blurred figure leans up against the clear glass window of his front door. The person's not even trying to look inside; they're just leaning their forehead there, as though they've just run a mile. The red hair gives it away.
Zack raps two fingers against the glass so Caleb knows he's there before opening the door and cocking his head.
'There's a doorbell, you know,' he smiles.
'Yeah, sorry,' Caleb replies quietly. 'I didn't mean to scare you.'
'You didn't.' Zack grins at the other man's incedulous expression. 'Well, not to death, anyway.'
He makes Caleb coffee and indicates for him to take a seat at the lower-than-average kitchen counter; though Caleb's hung out here every day for the past two weeks since Zack moved in - and it's never been intentional.
'It's Sunday,' Zack says, taking a seat next to the other man. 'I thought you like Sundays alone?'
'I do but it seems that since you've moved in, I haven't had a single Sunday to myself.'
'Through no fault of my own.'
'Something like that. I guess I didn't want to be left alone with my thoughts. I'm going crazy.'
'Your friends harrassing you over Kate again?'
'Yes. No. It's complicated. They don't like her and I shouldn't care because I love her and I want to marry her but...'
'So then what's the problem? You're marrying her; your friends aren't. It shouldn't matter. You're right; you really shouldn't care.'
Caleb hangs his head and curls his fingers around the body of his mug, staring deep into the brown dregs of his coffee. It's made the way he likes it; though he has never uttered his preference to Zack. Then again, it seems as though Zack is perfect at everything.
'I doubt her. I doubt myself....Why I'm marrying her.'
'You love her, right?'
'Yes....But...It's not enough. The wedding's in a month and a half and I'm....I swear to God, I am so damn scared.'
Zack says nothing; he's never been in this situation before and it feels like everything on the tip of his tongue is so trivial, so petty, that it can't possibly lessen the weight of this hardship. Instead he pushes away his mug and stares at the flame-haired man for a while, feeling so unbelievably sorry for him. He pats the crook of Caleb's elbow twice, then places his hand on the man's wrist and leaves it there. His fingers stroke Caleb's soft skin, travelling from the back of his hand to the tip of his fingers and back again.
Caleb tries not to hitch his breath at the touch but it's hard; it's electric and almost aflame with curiosity. He turns his head and gently presses his lips to Zack's; a mere memory of the kisses they've shared before. He places a hand on the dark-haired man's face and licks his lip, following that magic mouth as it rises in height.
They're standing now and it didn't take long because now Zack's fingers are carressing the abs beneath Caleb's t-shirt - nothing compared to Zack's, but something on their own. The fingertips are cold and it makes Caleb grip the other man tighter, biting on his lip while his jeans loosen around his waist and drop unceremoniously to the floor. Zack's skin is warm against Caleb's; every inch is pressed together as they kiss deeply. Not ferocious, not desperate....Patient. Caring.
Caleb opens one eye so he can glance back at where Zack is leading him; his lower back meets the freezing surface of the kitchen counter and he shivers in pleasure, Zack's erection pushed firmly against his own. Still in Zack's arms, he hops up onto the counter, giggling slightly against the other man's mouth. Zack grins and nips Caleb's lip in between his teeth as he balances on the stools and follows him down as Caleb lies on the counter.
There is silence as Zack stretches his conquest; silence apart from the gasps and pants escaping from each of them. Zack tries not to wince in pain as his knees grate against the surface of the counter, but then Caleb's legs wrap around his waist and he's whispering absolutely nothing and it's worth it.
Caleb's not vocal; he has never ever moaned in his entire life - and proudly so. But when Zack enters slowly and deeply enough to hit his prostate dead on the first time, a groan loosens his lips. He colours up in embarrassment although he knows his lover hasn't noticed, and purses his lips tightly so that he can't scream out in ecstasy as the friction increases. There's no lube and there's no condom but Caleb feels safe; he squeaks as Zack thrusts into him harder, sending him further down the counter.
They're reaching their climaxes now; Caleb can sense it: Zack is shaking with every thrust and there's a swirly, hot tension in Caleb's stomach. He closes his eyes, holding the other man, while the fingers around his penis loosen and he orgasms violently.
'Here,' Zack mumbles shyly once they are both on their feet, holding out a t-shirt. He's looking down, afraid to meet Caleb's eyes in case he sees regret.
'Thanks.' A pause. 'I - I gotta go.'
'Oh. Okay. I get it.'
'Wha - uh - what do you get?'
'This.' Zack pinkens as he makes eye contact with the redhead. 'Y'know. It was a mistake. I know.'
Caleb remains silent as he walks slowly to the front door; his anus is on fire but he's had enough experience not to let it show. When he gets to the door he sighs and turns around.
'Talk to you later.... I guess,' Zack says quietly, eyes downcast.
'I...' Caleb reaches forward and takes the other man's hand. 'I don't have your number.'
Zack's face relaxes and he laughs a little. 'You live right next door.' He scribbles his number on Caleb's forearm anyway and smiles, a twinkle in his eye. 'See you around then.'
'Yeah. See you around.'
They share one last kiss before the redhead leaves; Zack standing there, swaying on the spot. He touches a finger to his lips and exhales.
He doesn't know it yet, but he's in love..