FOTD, Kiwi and Kiwi-Strawberry Smoothie Milkshake with a lot of Toppings
Author: Nikki and Kelly
Challenge: FOTD (cosher - to treat with special fondness.), Nikki: Kiwi Strawberry #16 (voice - the last thing _____ ever expected to hear.), Kelly: Kiwi #28 (hit the ground running)
Toppings/Extras: Brownie, Chopped Nuts (Townoid AU), Smoothie, Milkshake, Whipped Cream, Blueberries (All hatred driven hence/The soul recovers radical innocence/And learns at last that it is self-delighting/Self-appeasing, self-affrighting/And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will/She can, though every face should scowl/And every windy quarter howl/Or every bellows burst, be happy still. - William Butler Yeats), Pineapple (No Trace Left To Love - Panic Switch), Malt (Nikki: 2011 Summer Challenge - I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. - Galileo; Kelly: birthday prompt from jackpire - overdosing on you), Gummie Bunnies (Nikki: origfic_bingo , June card - first time/sexual encounter; Kelly: origfic_bingo , June card - friend in need)
Word Count: 7,187
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Takes place in May 2002. Warnings for underage sex (sixteen year olds), and silly, irrational teenage boys. Words in italics are either Irish or German, while words are bolded for emphasis. Counts for Summer Challenge - 6/13.
Story: Phase and Polyfaceted ( Index~/~ Timeline); the title of this is “Buachaill Deas”.
Summary: Jakob has an encounter with his ex, which causes things to go south with Oz, and then he calls Calum.
He was in a quiet, back corner of the school library during lunch when Sean found him. Jakob hadn’t noticed him until he spoke, which shouldn’t have surprised him. He never noticed anything around him when he read. Still, he jumped and jerkily looked up when Sean suddenly said, “There you are, angel.”
Jakob shrank down into his seat, his skin crawling. “Go away, Sean,” he said, tiredly and almost a bit fearfully.
He heard Sean laugh and take a step closer. Jakob could just see him over his shoulder, out of the corner of his eye. “What are you going to do if I don’t? Get your homo boyfriend to beat me up?” Sean asked.
A frown sharply pulled at Jakob’s lips as he continued to stare at the pages in front of him. Part of him deeply wanted to reply with yes, because even if Oz wasn’t much of a fighter, with the differences in height and weight between Sean and Oz, Oz would only need some sort of weapon and the element of surprise. Instead, Jakob kept his mouth shut and pretended to ignore him.
Sean talked on as if Jakob’s silence didn’t matter at all, which Jakob reasoned that it probably hadn’t. “Of course, I won’t even have to ask you about him soon anyway. He’s been with you a bit, hasn’t he?”
Jakob tensed, his shoulders hunching above his ears. “Go away, Sean,” he said again, quieter this time; weaker, he thought.
“I’m just pointing it out,” Sean said, walking into Jakob’s line of view. “He’ll be breaking up with you soon.”
“No, he won’t,” Jakob answered, practically whispering.
Sean didn’t seem to hear him, and he shrugged. “I mean, why wouldn’t he? Do you really think he’s going to keep you around?” he asked, before walking out of Jakob’s line of sight again. Unspoken words hung in the air after him: ‘After all, I didn’t.’
Jakob heard him continue to walk away, but didn’t move even after Sean was sure to be gone.
It was just a meaningless comment, Jakob told himself later that day, after he was home from school and in his room with Oz. It didn’t matter. He was wrong. Still, those words swirled around his brain.
‘Do you really think he’s going to keep you around?’
“What’s the matter, Jakob?”
He startled, glancing up to find Oz looking at him with a concerned expression.
“Nothing,” he lied, a bit too fast. “Why would you think there was something wrong?”
“You haven’t turned to a new page in five minutes,” Oz answered. “When you don’t want to read, I know something is wrong.”
Jakob nervously chewed on his bottom lip as he considered what to say in response. “Do you ever think that...we have an expiration date?” he asked, very quietly and very hesitantly.
“No,” Oz answered, immediately. He wasn’t lying. He was that confident about it, and Jakob was almost jealous of him for it. When was the last time he had been confident about anything? “Why would you think anything like that?”
He didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he folded his arms on the edge of the table and laid his head down. “Because it always starts like this,” he said, not sure if he was even talking loud enough for Oz to hear him. “I guess I’m enough like a girl for most guys to date me until they’re sure they’re gay. Then they come out, and decide to find other gay boys to date.”
The way the mood in the room instantly changed told Jakob that Oz had heard every word.
“Is that what you think I’m going to do?” Oz eventually asked, his voice carefully blank.
Jakob had to swallow down nausea before he questioned back, “...why would you keep me?”
“Why...” Oz trailed off with a harsh laugh. They fell into a tense silence, before he incredulously repeated Jakob’s question, almost to himself. “Why would I keep you?”
“You could have someone better,” Jakob muttered, keeping his head down. He only wished that not seeing it meant this wasn’t happening. He wished he hadn’t said a thing. “Someone...” He trailed off, but everything he didn’t say was still there. Someone that isn’t everything your father hates.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you, especially over something like that?” There was hurt in Oz’s voice, and anger that was slow to build under that. “You can’t honestly think I’m that shallow.”
“I don’t,” Jakob answered, meaning it, but Oz hadn’t seemed to hear him.
“Everyone else expects me to be that shallow, if they don’t outright think so. They expect me to be shallow, and mean, and to want to follow in my father’s footsteps.”
“Oz, I don’t think that!”
“But you still think I’ll leave you for no reason.” Oz bitterly laughed.
He didn’t answer. They fell into a dark silence that was broken by Oz gathering his things, and Jakob horribly found he couldn’t speak. Oz was halfway up the stairs when he stopped, and Jakob hopefully turned around.
Oz didn’t look at him. “If you think that...maybe we shouldn’t be dating in the first place,” he said, his voice wooden.
He was gone by the time Jakob finally registered what he had said, and suddenly, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had vague memories of wandering upstairs and grabbing a bottle or two from the liquor cabinet before winding up downstairs again.
The next few hours were little more than a numb, drunken blur. It was around ten o’clock when Jakob grabbed his cell phone (idly, he wondered if he would have to return it. Oz was the one who paid for it) and began to scroll through his contacts. He meant to call Oz, because surely this was something they could talk out if Oz would just listen, but paused before he reached the right number.
Before he could truly think about it, he pressed the dial button.
“Hello?”
Jakob almost hated the way that just one word made his heart pound. Almost. It reminded him too much of Oz to really hate it. Oz. He meant to say hello back, introduce himself; just because he found Calum’s number in his pocket after the party, it certainly didn’t mean that Calum knew his number. (Did it?) Instead, he said, “Oz broke up with me.”
“He - what?” Calum asked. “Oz broke up with you? What happened, Jakob?”
Alcohol and sorrow made him slip into German. “I told him he could have someone better,“ he answered, before catching himself. Belatedly, he was only glad that Calum (as far as he knew) didn’t know German. What a pathetic answer. “We had... I said something wrong, and froze up when I tried to explain... He thought that...” Jakob trailed off, unsure of how to really explain without blabbering about things that Calum probably didn’t care about. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
There was a muffled muttering on the other end of the line, and then Jakob thought he could hear a door close. Then Calum came back on the line.
“Was with Aidan,” he said in explanation. “Are you alone right now? We can come get you, bring you back here to talk,” he offered. “And you’re not bothering me. Trust me, Jakob.”
“No,” he answered, before quickly explaining. “I mean - yes, I am. Alone. But no, I can’t go - I’ve been drinking.” Idly, he grabbed a nearby physics book and flipped it to a random page. The words swam in front of his eyes, and he corrected himself. “More than I should have been.”
“Which is why we’ll pick you up. I’ll make Aidan drive.” That made sense. Calum was Jakob’s age, and they were both too young to drive, though it would surprise Jakob if Calum didn’t have a fake license. “You want us to? We’ll talk over here.”
“But...you barely know me,” Jakob murmured, somewhat confused over Calum’s offer. It was audible in his voice. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“You called me for a reason,” Calum said, which really was not an answer. “And I like you.” That was a lot more of an answer. “You were fun at the party and we got along. Do you want me to pick you up?”
‘And I like you.’ He blushed, but not nearly to the extent that he usually would have. Shooting a glance toward the ceiling and the empty, lonely house above, Jakob took a moment to decide before he answered, his voice soft. “Please.”
“Okay,” Calum said. “We’ll be there soon. We’ll see you then.” The call ended, and Jakob blinked at the phone in his hand, thoughts just muddled enough that he wondered how Calum knew where he lived.
He looked at what was left of his alcohol selection, before sluggishly deciding against it. No, it was bad enough that Calum was going to see him like this. There was no use in making that worse. (A vague thought appeared that there was a definite possibility that Calum had seen him much drunker than this at one of Oz’s parties, but this was different. Somehow.) Instead, he reopened the book he had grabbed earlier and found his glasses, hoping that reading would distract him enough to pass the time. Even with his glasses, staring at the pages for too long made him nauseous and he placed the book aside. He considered laying down until Calum arrived, but quickly dismissed it. Standing, he managed to make upstairs with few problems.
Upstairs, the quiet wait wasn’t quite as horrible. When the knock at the door came, it only took Jakob a moment to answer. “Hi...”
“Hi.” Calum squinted at him. “How much did you have to drink?” He took Jakob’s arm, guiding him down the threshold. “Lock up. Aidan’s got the car.”
“A few hours’ worth. I don’t really know of what...I didn’t look,” he answered, sounding slightly guilty and embarrassed despite himself. It took a moment of fumbling to get a lone key from his wallet and to lock the front door. “Thank you.”
“Oz broke up with you. I think you’re allowed to get bolloxed.” Calum’s hand was still on his arm. That was usually Oz’s job, if Jakob was the drunker of the two of them.
“I told him he wouldn’t keep me,” he quietly answered, not even realizing his response as he dazedly stared down at Calum’s hand. After a moment, he blinked and looked up. “Besides, everyone breaks up with me. I knew he would too.”
“Oh, you eejit,” Calum sighed. “Tell a bloke that, he’ll probably break up with you.” Calum led Jakob to a car, pulling open the back door. “How many have broken up with you, anyway?”
“Sorry,” Jakob muttered, his automatic response to anything that was remotely insulting or criticizing, and very noticeably didn’t answer Calum’s question. Aidan received a halfhearted, sad wave as he folded himself into the backseat of the car.
“Hi, Jakob,” Aidan said from the front seat. “Bit like picking up a dumped girl.”
“Aidan, you’re front of a steering wheel, be easy for you to break your nose on it,” Calum said.
“Try, wanker,” Calum’s brother returned.
“Thank you for driving,” he said in way of greeting. “I’m sorry if I interrupted anything important.”
“No, nothing.” Aidan started the engine as Calum got into the front seat. “Avoiding studying. Seemed as good a way to put it off as any.”
He nearly asked Aidan what he was avoiding studying, before he realized how extremely nerdy that was and (so easily, almost gladly) focused on Calum instead.
“We’ll make coffee at home,” Calum said, twisting in the front seat to look back at Jakob. “Get you sober.”
“Coffee sounds good,” he answered with a small shy smile, before he glanced out of the car window. It took him a moment to see his reflection, and he blushed when he saw that he was still wearing his reading glasses. Hastily, he took them off, keeping them folded in his hand. “S-so does being sober.”
“Will you put your glasses back on later?” Calum asked, and if Jakob didn’t know better, he’d think his voice sounded husky.
Or maybe it did, because Aidan snickered.
His gaze flickering over to Calum, Jakob flushed a deeper red, though it certainly wasn’t as drastic as any of the times he had blushed while they had danced. He may have hated being drunk like this, but he did appreciate that side effect. “I’ll have to at some point,” he answered, turning the talked-about object over his hands for something to do. “It’d be impractical to keep try and keep track of them in my current state.”
Calum just grinned at that and turned to face forward. “Don’t talk about Oz around Aidan,” he directed. “Aidan seems to think relationships only matter if there’s a girl. Bit of a prick, really.”
“Oh, shut it, gayface,” Aidan muttered.
“Gayface?” Jakob questioned, before his mobile started ringing. For a moment, he felt giddy hope that it might be Oz, before absolutely dreading that it might be Oz. How could he talk to Oz with Calum and Aidan right there? Jakob was relieved to see it was Brianna calling, though he still nervously answered. “Hello?”
“Oz is acting weird. What happened?” Brianna immediately asked.
“Um,” Jakob less than helpfully answered, drunkenness making him slow to process his surprise at the fact that Brianna didn’t know yet. “He...broke up with me,” he eventually offered, wincing even as he said it.
The other end of the line was so silent that Jakob thought she might have cut him off, and he jumped when she did speak. “I’m going to kill him.” She did hang up then, and Jakob blinked as he set the phone down.
“...that was Brianna,” he explained after a moment, unsure on whether or not he should feel worried for Oz’s sake, or if he should just feel happy that there was another person on his supposed side.
Calum twisted back around then. “Let me talk to her?”
“If she kills him, you don’t have to worry about him wanting Jakob back,” Aidan muttered.
“She hung up,” Jakob said, ignoring Aidan’s words for an absolute lack of any other reaction. “I don’t know if she’ll - hold on, let me call her back.” He made sure the number was dialing before handing the phone to Calum.
“No, it’s Calum Kilpatrick,” he said into the phone after a moment. “Don’t - don’t break down the door, Brianna. Brianna, you weigh about seven stone, you’ll hurt yourself.” Jakob straightened in his seat, eyes widening. “I know he’s stupid,” Calum continued.
“It’s physically impossible for her to break down any of those doors by herself,” Jakob muttered, halfway thinking about tacking on an ‘And don’t call him stupid’ before realizing how truly pathetic that would be.
“Jakob’s drunk,” Calum said into the phone, ignoring Jakob. “Obviously he’s stupid. That doesn’t mean you ought to kill him.”
He frowned at that, but didn’t say anything, deciding to turn his attention back to the car window. Leaning his face against the cold glass, Jakob kept one ear towards the one half of the conversation he could hear.
“That he is,” he said, sounding amused. “We wanted to be sure. He’s sulking, then?” His smirk deepened. “Okay, he’s dramatic. Jakob’s...” Calum glanced at him again. “Well, obviously, he’s upset. Your brother’s not smart, not seeing how Jakob feels about him. He’ll stay with me tonight, see how he’s doing tomorrow. I’ll make him call you, how’s that?”
The words ‘stay with me tonight’ burned into his brain and Jakob’s gaze snapped over to Calum, his eyes wide.
He glanced at Jakob again, muttering at him, “She’s protecting your virtue,” which made Aidan laugh and Jakob sputter indignantly. Then Calum turned his attention back to the phone. “I’m not going to do anything while he’s drunk, Brianna. Nothing else, Cait would slaughter me herself. Not even ask Liam to do it. I will. Bye, Brianna.” Calum ended the call and handed the phone back to Jakob. “She won’t kill him, if nothing else.”
“I gathered as much,” he answered, slipping the phone back in his pocket. “Though I wasn’t sure if she was completely serious, or even capable of such a thing. The height difference between them would make it difficult.”
“Not entirely,” Aidan muttered. “She got her hands on a knife...”
“Aidan,” Calum said sharply, “shove it. I don’t think she was thinking much beyond yelling at him that he’s stupid, but she won’t try anything now.” He studied Jakob as the car came to a stop. “Doing all right? We’re to our house.”
“I’m better than I was before,” Jakob answered, which was true. He definitely wasn’t sober, but he was able to focus on things a little easier, and the world seemed a bit steadier (as steady as it could be when it had been yanked out from under his feet) than it had been before. Almost as if to prove his point, he managed to get out of the car with little difficulty, though he waited for Calum before he started walking.
Calum kept close beside him as they went up the walk to what could only be described as an enormous house. Aidan beat them to the door, leaving it open behind him. “Mam’s out for a few hours with Colleen and Kevan,” Calum told Jakob. “Don’t know when Da’s going to be back. Kitchen’s this way. We’ll get coffee and go up to my room. Just leave your shoes here.” Calum stopped at a shoe tree in a corner and pulled off his own trainers, putting them on the shelving.
Jakob tried not to stare at his surroundings too much, feeling horribly out of place. Once they reached the kitchen and he made sure they were alone, he shyly unfolded his glasses and put them back on. “I don’t think I’ve been in a house the size of this one,” he offered in way of conversation, trying to act like Calum hadn’t influenced his last action at all.
“Well, there’s the seven of us.” Calum opened a cabinet and took down a bag of whole-bean coffee. “Our own rooms, all that. Think I’d kill Aidan in his sleep if we shared, if he didn’t smothered me first.” He turned then, taking in Jakob with his glasses on, and his eyes widened a little. “Would you object if I kissed you right now?”
Anything else he wanted to say went out of his head as soon as Calum asked him that, and Jakob bit back an initial urge to ask if he was serious. Blushing, of course, he had to swallow before he could answer with a soft and definite, “No.”
Calum set down the coffee and closed the distance, leaning in and up, just slightly, to kiss Jakob softly. His lips were a little chapped, but still soft, and he didn’t pressure Jakob for more. After a moment, he stepped back and cleared his throat. “Okay. Coffee.”
It was barely anything, but it still made his breathing shaky. There was a moment before his thoughts raced in an indecisive blur, before Jakob decided that he was very tired of thinking about things so much. Moving forward, he kissed Calum again.
That seemed to be just fine with Calum, who lifted one hand to the back of Jakob’s head, keeping him close. This kiss was much more insistent than the first, but Jakob was still surprised to feel Calum’s tongue pressing against his lips. It was a second before he allowed the kiss to deepen, and he shuddered and softly moaned at the feel of it. It was enough to make him hard, and Jakob tore away from Calum with a completely mortified sound when he realized that it had. Face flushed, he tried to catch his breath while muttering every apology that he could think of in German, too dizzy with lust and alcohol to speak English.
Calum trailed a hand across Jakob’s cheek, smiling. “I don’t speak German, Jakob.” Then he pulled away to actually start making the coffee. “But it sounds like apologizing, and I don’t know why you’d apologize for such a fantastic kiss.”
Blushing even harder, Jakob swallowed any immediate answer, knowing that Calum wouldn’t understand it. He tried to catch his breath, stumbling over random equations in his head to try and calm down. (Vaguely, Jakob noted that he made more than a few mathematical mistakes while doing so.) “I could teach you German,” he offered after a moment, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
Calum grinned at that. “And I could teach you Irish. Going to get loud,” he added, then hit a button on the coffee machine, which roared to life, grinding the beans. When it quieted, Calum said, “But I’d like that.”
The idea of learning something new made Jakob smile, before he winced as the coffee machine started. Once it stopped, he was unable to keep from asking, “Would you teach me something now?”
Calum grinned at him. “Say, ‘Tá mé an-ólta.’ That means, ‘I’m very drunk.’”
Jakob silently mouthed the words before repeating them, suppressing his accent surprisingly well for his first time speaking Irish. He tried one more time, managing a bit better before he smiled. “How was that?”
“Sounded very authentic.” Calum’s lips twitched, making Jakob stare before he caught himself. “Especially with the slurring. Now you teach me something. Oh, have you eaten?”
“I’m not slurring,” he immediately answered, before realizing that yes, he was. “Oh,” he muttered. “No, I haven’t, but just coffee just should be fine. I’m really not that hungry.” How could he be, and Jakob again focused on Calum before his thoughts could wander to Oz. He couldn’t deal with that now. Tomorrow, maybe, but not now. “Say, ‘Küss mich noch mal.’”
“Eating would help you get sober,” Calum said. Then he frowned, a little, before repeating, “Küss mich noch mal.”
Jakob shivered a bit, goosebumps running up his arms. “It means, ‘Kiss me again,’” he quietly told Calum after a moment, before his lips barely turned upwards at the corners. “I think I’ve decided that I should use what courage I have before you sober me up.”
Calum grinned at that. “Since you asked.” He stepped forward and kissed Jakob, his mouth pressing into Jakob’s a little harder than before. Then he broke away, all too fast. “You don’t have to worry about asking me anything, you know. As long as you mean it.”
Jakob sighed, somewhat starry eyed when Calum pulled away. “Promise me that you’ll tell me that again tomorrow so I’ll remember?” he asked, looking at Calum like he didn’t notice any of his other current surroundings, which he didn’t.
Calum smiled again. “I promise. I want you to remember it.” Then he glanced at the coffeepot. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Four sugars, no cream,” he answered after a moment of thought. “I usually only save that for when I have a lot of studying to do, but it should work for this just as well,” Jakob explained with a small smile.
“Give you a shock, all right,” Calum agreed. He took down a couple of mugs and poured the coffee before adding plenty of sugar to one and stirring. Then he handed that one to Jakob before drinking from the unadulterated mug. “Sure about the food? Ought to be something in the fridge.”
Jakob shook his head in response. “I’ll be fine, really. Food has never really agreed with me in these situations. I think the best thing for me is coffee and sleep.” Gently blowing over the top of his mug to cool his drink, he frowned a bit as he realized something. “Where am I going to sleep?”
Calum shrugged. “My room, if you don’t mind. Not my bed, but my room. Got a spare in there. Or there’s Liam’s room - old room, really, he lives with Cait now - or the guest room.”
“Your room is fine,” Jakob answered, perhaps a bit too hastily, before he blushed and took a sip of coffee. “I mean - if I wake up and don’t remember anything in the morning, you’ll at least be familiar.”
Calum smiled slowly. “I like the idea of being familiar.” He drank some of his own coffee. “So you get the spare bed in my room - if I’m not up there when you get up, won’t be long before I get back.”
Jakob blushed further, looking into his cup to avoid looking at Calum. “...I’ve had a crush on you since before the party a few weeks ago,” he bashfully admitted. “You’re familiar.” He drank some more coffee, the effects of sugar and caffeine already starting to take effect on an empty stomach. He saw Calum coming closer over the rim of his mug.
“It’s the same for me. I might have done something if you weren’t with Oz.” Fingertips trailed up Jakob’s arm. “Can I kiss you again?”
He shivered again, placing his cup down on the table. “How do you say, ‘Kiss me again,’ in Irish?” Jakob asked, smiling just a little.
“Póg dom arís,” Calum said, his voice almost husky. “Anytime you ask, I will.”
Jakob flushed, and adjusted his glasses before speaking. His words were softer and decidedly less slurred than before. “Póg dom arís?”
Calum bent toward him, pausing just long enough to murmur in his ear, “You are incredibly sexy in your glasses.” Before Jakob could reply, Calum’s mouth was on his, definitely more insistent than before.
Jakob was quicker to respond to Calum’s kiss this time, trailing his hands over his chest and shoulders. He took hesitant initiative to deepen the kiss, almost clumsily but gently biting at Calum’s lower lip.
Calum’s lips parted then, and then he bit Jakob’s lip in return before running his tongue along where his teeth had hit. Then there was a gagging sound, and Jakob pulled away, thinking it was Calum.
No, Aidan, who was smirking at Calum. “You said you’d protect his virtue, not ruin it.”
“Jakob,” Calum said to him, “tell him you asked me to kiss you, and then let’s go upstairs before I throw your cup at him.”
Jakob’s eyes widened, and he shot a partially mortified glance in Aidan’s direction before mumbling something that was basically an affirmative. He grabbed for Calum’s hand, tangling their fingers together, and waited for him to lead the way.
“Sorry about that,” Calum said as he led Jakob from the kitchen. “We do get along, just give each other shite.” They went up a flight of stairs and turned to the right, then down a connecting hallway. “Mam and Da are on the other side of the house. Colleen and Kevan too. Rest of us are on this side.” He pushed open a door and turned to Jakob to say, “Don’t know if I have clothes that fit you for you to sleep in.” His eyes flickered up and down Jakob’s body. “Though I don’t think that would be a problem.” Before Jakob could come up with a reply to that, Calum said softly, “Küss mich noch mal.”
After Jakob shut the bedroom door behind them, he was glad to oblige. He kissed Calum almost desperately now that they had definite privacy, hands roaming over Calum’s back and chest, unsure of where to rest. Calum was freer with his hands, too, though he was more direct than Jakob; his hands slid down from Jakob’s shoulders, across his back, to rest just above his ass.
“Tell me you’re getting sober,” Calum murmured.
“Yes,” Jakob breathlessly answered, before kissing him again. He shivered, a small and pleasured sound falling from his lips. “I am. Kiss me again,“ he said in Irish.
“Oh God,” Calum muttered. He dropped his hands just a little more and kissed Jakob hard, definitely insistent that time. “Good. I want you.”
He shivered again, just barely moaning when Calum said that. Jakob was hard again, but he didn’t care because this was so good, better than he would have thought. “Kiss me,” he repeated, in English now, his voice little more than a whisper, “and don’t stop.”
“I can do that,” Calum murmured. He pulled Jakob closer, and judging by the pressure on Jakob’s thigh, Calum was hard too. Then Calum kissed him again, even more sure and demanding, and then asked, “What do you want to do? Stop with kissing, or...?”
“Don’t stop,” Jakob fervently answered, his voice still soft and trembling just a little bit.
“As long as you’re sure you’re sober.” Calum’s hands slid upward then, almost enough to make Jakob groan in frustration, but then his hands were under Jakob’s shirt, on his skin, and that was so much better. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I am,” he gasped, unsure of which statement he was answering. It fit both. Jakob was completely sober now, flushed and dizzy with nothing but arousal and he needed Calum far too much to be this dressed. He only stepped back long enough to quickly pull his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. “So are you,” Jakob murmured, kissing Calum hard and desperately as he slipped his hands under his shirt, trailing his hands over his stomach and chest.
Calum grinned against his mouth, then broke their kiss to pull off his own shirt. “Are you all right with all touching?” he asked, and he didn’t give Jakob much of a chance to answer before he stepped forward again, and this time, they were skin-on-skin when Calum kissed him. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
God. Jakob shuddered, moaning as heat shot down his spine, and he was suddenly so hard that it nearly hurt. He seemed incapable of doing anything other than pressing against Calum, his hands roaming over any bare skin he could reach. Jakob kissed him again and again until he was breathless and his head was spinning, and he could only ask, “Bed?”
“Over here.” Calum started to guide him, but Jakob was pretty sure that Calum’s hips were rocking against his thigh. That just made him even harder. Then the backs of his legs hit the edge of a mattress, and Calum’s hands were at the fastening of his jeans even as they kept kissing.
“Want you,” Jakob murmured into the kiss. He followed Calum's lead, though his fingers were clumsier with the button and zipper of Calum’s jeans. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“And you. You’re beautiful and smart and the way you blush -” Calum managed to get Jakob’s jeans open, and he knelt to strip them off Jakob entirely. “And did I mention beautiful?” he murmured, sliding his hands up along Jakob’s legs, gradually inward.
“I’m not,” Jakob softly denied, his mouth suddenly dry and skin burning, and he needed him. “Calum, please...”
“You are,” Calum said, sounding firm and sure. “And I really, really would like to fuck you, but while I’m down here, I think I’ll suck you. Do you want that?”
Jakob thought that his cock twitching and the groan that tore from his throat might have been answer enough. He had to swallow before he could speak, his voice rough and shaky. “Please.”
Calum licked a stripe along one side of Jakob’s cock. “Sit down,” Calum instructed him, which Jakob did dazedly, easily enough because the bed was right behind him.
Then Calum’s mouth was on him fully, hot and wet and just a little different with how he used his tongue. Jakob’s back arched, Calum’s name falling from his lips as a breathless moan. He gently threaded a hand through Calum’s hair, the other twisting at the bedclothes, and oh, this was so good. “Fuck, Calum.”
Calum pulled off just long enough to say, “Just try not to finish. Rather you wait until I’m in you.” Then he took Jakob’s cock back in his mouth.
He moaned and fell back to lay down, his hips lifting off the bed. “That doesn’t help,” Jakob gasped, slipping into German as he writhed in pleasure. “God, don’t stop.“
Calum didn’t start a rhythm. Instead, he kept taking Jakob in farther, until Jakob’s cock was partway down his throat. Then he found a very slow rhythm. Jakob’s eyes fell closed, his head falling back onto the bed as his fingers tangled in Calum’s hair. He spoke softly, falling in and out of English, telling Calum that he felt good, so good, please don’t stop.
After a few minutes, Calum lifted off, running his hands along Jakob’s legs. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked huskily. “Or do you want to do something else that would involve me getting out of my jeans, too?”
Jakob looked down at Calum with an expression of pure desire, flushed and panting. He started to answer, before he hesitated and blushed. “How do you say, ‘Fuck me,’ in Irish?” he quietly asked.
“Closest is, ‘An bhfuil gnéas le liom.’ It means, ‘Have sex with me.’” Calum grinned slowly, getting to his feet before shoving down his jeans and boxers. “There’s no word for ‘fuck’ in Irish. Unfortunately.” He kicked off his pants. “So it’s, ‘An bhfuil gnéas le liom.’ Assuming you want me to.” He leaned in to kiss Jakob, and his cock bumped up against Jakob’s as he moved.
Jakob moaned into the kiss, gripping at Calum’s shoulders as his hips thrust up at the contact, rubbing against Calum even more. “An bhfuil gnéas le liom,” he gasped. “Now.”
Calum groaned against Jakob’s mouth. “Okay.” He kissed Jakob again, rubbing them together deliberately, before straightening. “Okay. How do you like it? Like this, on your stomach, hands and knees, whatever.” Jakob lifted his head at the sound of a drawer opening to see Calum taking out lube and a condom. “I just want you now.” This was the most desperate he’d heard Calum yet.
“This. This is fine. I want...” He paused, shy even now. “I want to see you during.” Jakob reached out to pull Calum to him again, kissing him and just lightly trailing his fingertips up and down Calum’s cock. “An bhfuil gnéas le liom,” he repeated, quietly.
“Getting there, Jakob.” Calum popped the top on the lube and squeezed it onto his fingers. “You - you have to tell me what feels good,” he said, and slid his fingers down behind Jakob’s balls, pressing lightly with just one. “You are gorgeous in your glasses. So pretty. I want you, Jakob. I need you.”
“This feels good.” Jakob shuddered, wrapping his hand around Calum’s cock and slowly stroking him. “It all feels amazing, Calum. God, I want you.” He kissed him again, making a pleasured sound low in his throat. “You don’t have to keep going slow.”
A strangled sound escaped Calum, and he pressed another finger in, much less gently. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, and then kissed Jakob again. “Just... God, I want to fuck you.”
His breath catching in his throat, Jakob stroked Calum a bit faster. “I want you to fuck me,” he murmured against Calum’s lips, moaning softly. “I have since before I saw you at one of Oz’s parties.” It hurt for the second it took to say Oz’s name before Jakob lost himself in Calum again, his back just slightly arching off the bed. There was the familiar stretch and burn from Calum’s fingers inside him, and Calum bit his lip lightly.
“Are you ready for me? Do you need more?” Calum asked, even as he thrust into Jakob’s hand.
Then those fingers pressed just upward, right there, and Jakob let out a few choice words in German. He groaned lowly and it took him a few seconds to answer. “I need you,” he answered, voice strained. “Please, Calum...”
“Okay,” Calum said, and pulled away altogether, leaving Jakob wanting him back. He was gone just long enough to roll on the condom and slick himself with lube before he was back over Jakob, pressing in slowly.
“Oh, God,” Jakob moaned, clutching at Calum’s shoulder blade with one hand and his arm with the other. Slowly, Jakob rolled his hips and took more of Calum in with a stuttered curse. “You feel good.”
“So - so do you,” Calum breathed. “God, good.” He thrust in deeper, just a little harder, and Jakob remembered that he’d said Calum didn’t have to go slow. “I’ve wanted this. A long - long time.”
Jakob grabbed at Calum’s shoulder tighter, his nails digging inwhen Calum moved again, and Jakob hooked a leg over his hip to pull him closer. “H-how long?” he asked, the words little more than a breathless gasp.
“Ah, March.” Calum shifted the balance of his weight to one hand and slipped a hand between them to Jakob’s cock, stroking firmly. “First - first time I saw you, I wanted you. You were...so pretty.” He leaned down to kiss Jakob again. “You? When?”
Jakob let out a soft cry, thrusting into Calum’s hand. He started to answer in German before he caught himself, stumbling into English. “Late...late last year. I saw a picture of you and - your eyes,” he almost babbled, pleasure already starting to pull tight low in his stomach.
Calum started moving faster, both inside Jakob and with his hand on Jakob’s cock. “Oh, buachaill deas,” he groaned. “My eyes, but you don’t see how you look.” His thumb skimmed across the head of Jakob’s cock even as his hand moved.
Jakob bucked his hips when Calum did that, his eyes closing with a cry. He began talking in German almost rapturously, moving to meet Calum’s every thrust now, and fuck. This was good, so good, and he was so close, and hard, and more, just a little more... Judging by how fast Calum was moving, his hand out of sync with his hips, Jakob wasn’t the only one getting there.
“God,” Calum muttered. “Hot. So bloody amazing. Feel incredible, Jakob.”
His back arched sharply and Jakob scratched at Calum’s shoulders when he came. Calum’s name fell from his lips over and over again as his mind stopped completely, vision going dark around the edges, and yesyesyes. The last few thrusts into Jakob were erratic and rough, but still just good. Judging by how hard Calum threw his hips forward for the last one, he came too. With a final moan, Jakob collapsed back against the bed, boneless and trembling and still coming back down to Earth. “Küss mich noch mal,” he managed, voice wobbly.
Calum took his hand away from Jakob’s crotch and rested it on the bed beside Jakob, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as urgent this time, but still firm and very there. “Oh, that was good,” Calum murmured. “Very good.”
Jakob made a low sound of agreement, staring up at Calum through half-lidded, almost dreamy eyes. “What does ‘buachaill deas’ mean?” he softly asked after a moment.
Calum actually flushed a little. “Pretty boy. It’s how I thought of you before I knew your name.” He pushed himself up and stripped off the condom, tossing it out. “Do you mind?”
Blushing, Jakob bit his lip to try and hide a shy smile. “No. I like it.” He sat up and kissed Calum, softer than before, and Jakob looked nervous when he pulled back. “So... Now are we, um...”
“I, uh.” Calum ducked his head, his face reddening further. “If you want to? I want to. I’ve wanted to, but you were... So do you want to?”
“God, you’re beautiful,” Jakob murmured before he could think about it. He shyly glanced away for a moment when he realized what he had said, but still smiled when he looked back to Calum, kissing him again. “Yes.”
Calum smiled back, resting his hand on the back of Jakob’s neck. “Gorgeous boyfriend,” he said softly. “Can I assume you’ll sleep in my bed, then?” He hesitated a moment. “And will you stay tomorrow night, too?”
“Yes,” he said again, blushing again. “My parents are going to be away until Sunday night, so...” Jakob loosely wrapped his arms around Calum’s shoulders, resting his forehead against Calum’s. “But...your parents won’t mind that I’m staying here?”
“I’ll talk to them in the morning, but I doubt it. Cait started staying when she and Liam were seventeen. Different room, since Mam didn’t want to be a grandmother yet, but Liam got into the guest room every night anyway.” Calum kissed Jakob softly. “They let Aidan and Conor’s girls stay, too. Since it’s not like pregnancy is a problem here, don’t think they’ll care. And they’ll like you.”
Jakob still nervously chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled away to move further up the bed, grabbing Calum’s hand to pull him after him. “Really?” he asked, unable to stop himself from doing so.
“Really.” Calum joined him on the bed, wrapping an arm around his back, and kissed his cheek. “Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful, brilliant, sweet. They’ll like you. Cait really liked you when she met you. Said so when she talked to me.”
“But I barely said anything to her,” Jakob murmured, snuggling up against Calum. “And I was blushing so much...I must have looked like an idiot.”
“She said you were polite, and you seemed sweet, and she was very firm that I not try to steal you like she thought I could.” Calum dropped a kiss on Jakob’s shoulder. “And she did agree that you’re pretty.”
He blushed, smiling shyly. “Call me ‘pretty boy’ again?” Jakob asked, lightly trailing his fingertips up Calum’s arm.
“Pretty boy,” Calum murmured. He twisted to kiss Jakob. “Buachaill deas. Do you remember what I said earlier, before you were sober?”
“That I don’t have to worry about asking you anything,” Jakob softly answered, taking off his glasses and stretching to place them on the nightstand. “Not as long as I meant it, right?”
“That’s right.” Calum stroked along Jakob’s chest and stomach, making Jakob shiver. “And I meant that, buachaill deas.”
Jakob made a sound of contentment, kissing Calum deeply before relaxing against him. “I’m tired,” he said almost apologetically, and wrapped his arms around Calum.
“You were very drunk,” Calum said reasonably. “And it’s...” He looked over at the clock. “Fairly late. Do you want water or anything before we sleep?”
“No,” Jakob answered softly. “Just stay here with me.”
“All right.” Calum kissed Jakob and wrapped his arms around him in return. “Want me to wake you when I get up?”
“Yes, please,” Jakob murmured, already half asleep. Lazily, he ran a hand up Calum’s spine. “Thank you for tonight...”
“I wanted it,” Calum said. “Have for a long time. No need for thanks, pretty boy.” He kissed Jakob lightly. “Go to sleep, Jakob.”
“Okay...” His voice was even softer than before, breathing deep and even. Jakob blinked, managing to smile at Calum one more time before drifting off to sleep.
Challenge: FOTD (cosher - to treat with special fondness.), Nikki: Kiwi Strawberry #16 (voice - the last thing _____ ever expected to hear.), Kelly: Kiwi #28 (hit the ground running)
Toppings/Extras: Brownie, Chopped Nuts (Townoid AU), Smoothie, Milkshake, Whipped Cream, Blueberries (All hatred driven hence/The soul recovers radical innocence/And learns at last that it is self-delighting/Self-appeasing, self-affrighting/And that its own sweet will is Heaven’s will/She can, though every face should scowl/And every windy quarter howl/Or every bellows burst, be happy still. - William Butler Yeats), Pineapple (No Trace Left To Love - Panic Switch), Malt (Nikki: 2011 Summer Challenge - I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. - Galileo; Kelly: birthday prompt from jackpire - overdosing on you), Gummie Bunnies (Nikki: origfic_bingo , June card - first time/sexual encounter; Kelly: origfic_bingo , June card - friend in need)
Word Count: 7,187
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Takes place in May 2002. Warnings for underage sex (sixteen year olds), and silly, irrational teenage boys. Words in italics are either Irish or German, while words are bolded for emphasis. Counts for Summer Challenge - 6/13.
Story: Phase and Polyfaceted ( Index~/~ Timeline); the title of this is “Buachaill Deas”.
Summary: Jakob has an encounter with his ex, which causes things to go south with Oz, and then he calls Calum.
He was in a quiet, back corner of the school library during lunch when Sean found him. Jakob hadn’t noticed him until he spoke, which shouldn’t have surprised him. He never noticed anything around him when he read. Still, he jumped and jerkily looked up when Sean suddenly said, “There you are, angel.”
Jakob shrank down into his seat, his skin crawling. “Go away, Sean,” he said, tiredly and almost a bit fearfully.
He heard Sean laugh and take a step closer. Jakob could just see him over his shoulder, out of the corner of his eye. “What are you going to do if I don’t? Get your homo boyfriend to beat me up?” Sean asked.
A frown sharply pulled at Jakob’s lips as he continued to stare at the pages in front of him. Part of him deeply wanted to reply with yes, because even if Oz wasn’t much of a fighter, with the differences in height and weight between Sean and Oz, Oz would only need some sort of weapon and the element of surprise. Instead, Jakob kept his mouth shut and pretended to ignore him.
Sean talked on as if Jakob’s silence didn’t matter at all, which Jakob reasoned that it probably hadn’t. “Of course, I won’t even have to ask you about him soon anyway. He’s been with you a bit, hasn’t he?”
Jakob tensed, his shoulders hunching above his ears. “Go away, Sean,” he said again, quieter this time; weaker, he thought.
“I’m just pointing it out,” Sean said, walking into Jakob’s line of view. “He’ll be breaking up with you soon.”
“No, he won’t,” Jakob answered, practically whispering.
Sean didn’t seem to hear him, and he shrugged. “I mean, why wouldn’t he? Do you really think he’s going to keep you around?” he asked, before walking out of Jakob’s line of sight again. Unspoken words hung in the air after him: ‘After all, I didn’t.’
Jakob heard him continue to walk away, but didn’t move even after Sean was sure to be gone.
It was just a meaningless comment, Jakob told himself later that day, after he was home from school and in his room with Oz. It didn’t matter. He was wrong. Still, those words swirled around his brain.
‘Do you really think he’s going to keep you around?’
“What’s the matter, Jakob?”
He startled, glancing up to find Oz looking at him with a concerned expression.
“Nothing,” he lied, a bit too fast. “Why would you think there was something wrong?”
“You haven’t turned to a new page in five minutes,” Oz answered. “When you don’t want to read, I know something is wrong.”
Jakob nervously chewed on his bottom lip as he considered what to say in response. “Do you ever think that...we have an expiration date?” he asked, very quietly and very hesitantly.
“No,” Oz answered, immediately. He wasn’t lying. He was that confident about it, and Jakob was almost jealous of him for it. When was the last time he had been confident about anything? “Why would you think anything like that?”
He didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he folded his arms on the edge of the table and laid his head down. “Because it always starts like this,” he said, not sure if he was even talking loud enough for Oz to hear him. “I guess I’m enough like a girl for most guys to date me until they’re sure they’re gay. Then they come out, and decide to find other gay boys to date.”
The way the mood in the room instantly changed told Jakob that Oz had heard every word.
“Is that what you think I’m going to do?” Oz eventually asked, his voice carefully blank.
Jakob had to swallow down nausea before he questioned back, “...why would you keep me?”
“Why...” Oz trailed off with a harsh laugh. They fell into a tense silence, before he incredulously repeated Jakob’s question, almost to himself. “Why would I keep you?”
“You could have someone better,” Jakob muttered, keeping his head down. He only wished that not seeing it meant this wasn’t happening. He wished he hadn’t said a thing. “Someone...” He trailed off, but everything he didn’t say was still there. Someone that isn’t everything your father hates.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to leave you, especially over something like that?” There was hurt in Oz’s voice, and anger that was slow to build under that. “You can’t honestly think I’m that shallow.”
“I don’t,” Jakob answered, meaning it, but Oz hadn’t seemed to hear him.
“Everyone else expects me to be that shallow, if they don’t outright think so. They expect me to be shallow, and mean, and to want to follow in my father’s footsteps.”
“Oz, I don’t think that!”
“But you still think I’ll leave you for no reason.” Oz bitterly laughed.
He didn’t answer. They fell into a dark silence that was broken by Oz gathering his things, and Jakob horribly found he couldn’t speak. Oz was halfway up the stairs when he stopped, and Jakob hopefully turned around.
Oz didn’t look at him. “If you think that...maybe we shouldn’t be dating in the first place,” he said, his voice wooden.
He was gone by the time Jakob finally registered what he had said, and suddenly, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had vague memories of wandering upstairs and grabbing a bottle or two from the liquor cabinet before winding up downstairs again.
The next few hours were little more than a numb, drunken blur. It was around ten o’clock when Jakob grabbed his cell phone (idly, he wondered if he would have to return it. Oz was the one who paid for it) and began to scroll through his contacts. He meant to call Oz, because surely this was something they could talk out if Oz would just listen, but paused before he reached the right number.
Before he could truly think about it, he pressed the dial button.
“Hello?”
Jakob almost hated the way that just one word made his heart pound. Almost. It reminded him too much of Oz to really hate it. Oz. He meant to say hello back, introduce himself; just because he found Calum’s number in his pocket after the party, it certainly didn’t mean that Calum knew his number. (Did it?) Instead, he said, “Oz broke up with me.”
“He - what?” Calum asked. “Oz broke up with you? What happened, Jakob?”
Alcohol and sorrow made him slip into German. “I told him he could have someone better,“ he answered, before catching himself. Belatedly, he was only glad that Calum (as far as he knew) didn’t know German. What a pathetic answer. “We had... I said something wrong, and froze up when I tried to explain... He thought that...” Jakob trailed off, unsure of how to really explain without blabbering about things that Calum probably didn’t care about. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you.”
There was a muffled muttering on the other end of the line, and then Jakob thought he could hear a door close. Then Calum came back on the line.
“Was with Aidan,” he said in explanation. “Are you alone right now? We can come get you, bring you back here to talk,” he offered. “And you’re not bothering me. Trust me, Jakob.”
“No,” he answered, before quickly explaining. “I mean - yes, I am. Alone. But no, I can’t go - I’ve been drinking.” Idly, he grabbed a nearby physics book and flipped it to a random page. The words swam in front of his eyes, and he corrected himself. “More than I should have been.”
“Which is why we’ll pick you up. I’ll make Aidan drive.” That made sense. Calum was Jakob’s age, and they were both too young to drive, though it would surprise Jakob if Calum didn’t have a fake license. “You want us to? We’ll talk over here.”
“But...you barely know me,” Jakob murmured, somewhat confused over Calum’s offer. It was audible in his voice. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
“You called me for a reason,” Calum said, which really was not an answer. “And I like you.” That was a lot more of an answer. “You were fun at the party and we got along. Do you want me to pick you up?”
‘And I like you.’ He blushed, but not nearly to the extent that he usually would have. Shooting a glance toward the ceiling and the empty, lonely house above, Jakob took a moment to decide before he answered, his voice soft. “Please.”
“Okay,” Calum said. “We’ll be there soon. We’ll see you then.” The call ended, and Jakob blinked at the phone in his hand, thoughts just muddled enough that he wondered how Calum knew where he lived.
He looked at what was left of his alcohol selection, before sluggishly deciding against it. No, it was bad enough that Calum was going to see him like this. There was no use in making that worse. (A vague thought appeared that there was a definite possibility that Calum had seen him much drunker than this at one of Oz’s parties, but this was different. Somehow.) Instead, he reopened the book he had grabbed earlier and found his glasses, hoping that reading would distract him enough to pass the time. Even with his glasses, staring at the pages for too long made him nauseous and he placed the book aside. He considered laying down until Calum arrived, but quickly dismissed it. Standing, he managed to make upstairs with few problems.
Upstairs, the quiet wait wasn’t quite as horrible. When the knock at the door came, it only took Jakob a moment to answer. “Hi...”
“Hi.” Calum squinted at him. “How much did you have to drink?” He took Jakob’s arm, guiding him down the threshold. “Lock up. Aidan’s got the car.”
“A few hours’ worth. I don’t really know of what...I didn’t look,” he answered, sounding slightly guilty and embarrassed despite himself. It took a moment of fumbling to get a lone key from his wallet and to lock the front door. “Thank you.”
“Oz broke up with you. I think you’re allowed to get bolloxed.” Calum’s hand was still on his arm. That was usually Oz’s job, if Jakob was the drunker of the two of them.
“I told him he wouldn’t keep me,” he quietly answered, not even realizing his response as he dazedly stared down at Calum’s hand. After a moment, he blinked and looked up. “Besides, everyone breaks up with me. I knew he would too.”
“Oh, you eejit,” Calum sighed. “Tell a bloke that, he’ll probably break up with you.” Calum led Jakob to a car, pulling open the back door. “How many have broken up with you, anyway?”
“Sorry,” Jakob muttered, his automatic response to anything that was remotely insulting or criticizing, and very noticeably didn’t answer Calum’s question. Aidan received a halfhearted, sad wave as he folded himself into the backseat of the car.
“Hi, Jakob,” Aidan said from the front seat. “Bit like picking up a dumped girl.”
“Aidan, you’re front of a steering wheel, be easy for you to break your nose on it,” Calum said.
“Try, wanker,” Calum’s brother returned.
“Thank you for driving,” he said in way of greeting. “I’m sorry if I interrupted anything important.”
“No, nothing.” Aidan started the engine as Calum got into the front seat. “Avoiding studying. Seemed as good a way to put it off as any.”
He nearly asked Aidan what he was avoiding studying, before he realized how extremely nerdy that was and (so easily, almost gladly) focused on Calum instead.
“We’ll make coffee at home,” Calum said, twisting in the front seat to look back at Jakob. “Get you sober.”
“Coffee sounds good,” he answered with a small shy smile, before he glanced out of the car window. It took him a moment to see his reflection, and he blushed when he saw that he was still wearing his reading glasses. Hastily, he took them off, keeping them folded in his hand. “S-so does being sober.”
“Will you put your glasses back on later?” Calum asked, and if Jakob didn’t know better, he’d think his voice sounded husky.
Or maybe it did, because Aidan snickered.
His gaze flickering over to Calum, Jakob flushed a deeper red, though it certainly wasn’t as drastic as any of the times he had blushed while they had danced. He may have hated being drunk like this, but he did appreciate that side effect. “I’ll have to at some point,” he answered, turning the talked-about object over his hands for something to do. “It’d be impractical to keep try and keep track of them in my current state.”
Calum just grinned at that and turned to face forward. “Don’t talk about Oz around Aidan,” he directed. “Aidan seems to think relationships only matter if there’s a girl. Bit of a prick, really.”
“Oh, shut it, gayface,” Aidan muttered.
“Gayface?” Jakob questioned, before his mobile started ringing. For a moment, he felt giddy hope that it might be Oz, before absolutely dreading that it might be Oz. How could he talk to Oz with Calum and Aidan right there? Jakob was relieved to see it was Brianna calling, though he still nervously answered. “Hello?”
“Oz is acting weird. What happened?” Brianna immediately asked.
“Um,” Jakob less than helpfully answered, drunkenness making him slow to process his surprise at the fact that Brianna didn’t know yet. “He...broke up with me,” he eventually offered, wincing even as he said it.
The other end of the line was so silent that Jakob thought she might have cut him off, and he jumped when she did speak. “I’m going to kill him.” She did hang up then, and Jakob blinked as he set the phone down.
“...that was Brianna,” he explained after a moment, unsure on whether or not he should feel worried for Oz’s sake, or if he should just feel happy that there was another person on his supposed side.
Calum twisted back around then. “Let me talk to her?”
“If she kills him, you don’t have to worry about him wanting Jakob back,” Aidan muttered.
“She hung up,” Jakob said, ignoring Aidan’s words for an absolute lack of any other reaction. “I don’t know if she’ll - hold on, let me call her back.” He made sure the number was dialing before handing the phone to Calum.
“No, it’s Calum Kilpatrick,” he said into the phone after a moment. “Don’t - don’t break down the door, Brianna. Brianna, you weigh about seven stone, you’ll hurt yourself.” Jakob straightened in his seat, eyes widening. “I know he’s stupid,” Calum continued.
“It’s physically impossible for her to break down any of those doors by herself,” Jakob muttered, halfway thinking about tacking on an ‘And don’t call him stupid’ before realizing how truly pathetic that would be.
“Jakob’s drunk,” Calum said into the phone, ignoring Jakob. “Obviously he’s stupid. That doesn’t mean you ought to kill him.”
He frowned at that, but didn’t say anything, deciding to turn his attention back to the car window. Leaning his face against the cold glass, Jakob kept one ear towards the one half of the conversation he could hear.
“That he is,” he said, sounding amused. “We wanted to be sure. He’s sulking, then?” His smirk deepened. “Okay, he’s dramatic. Jakob’s...” Calum glanced at him again. “Well, obviously, he’s upset. Your brother’s not smart, not seeing how Jakob feels about him. He’ll stay with me tonight, see how he’s doing tomorrow. I’ll make him call you, how’s that?”
The words ‘stay with me tonight’ burned into his brain and Jakob’s gaze snapped over to Calum, his eyes wide.
He glanced at Jakob again, muttering at him, “She’s protecting your virtue,” which made Aidan laugh and Jakob sputter indignantly. Then Calum turned his attention back to the phone. “I’m not going to do anything while he’s drunk, Brianna. Nothing else, Cait would slaughter me herself. Not even ask Liam to do it. I will. Bye, Brianna.” Calum ended the call and handed the phone back to Jakob. “She won’t kill him, if nothing else.”
“I gathered as much,” he answered, slipping the phone back in his pocket. “Though I wasn’t sure if she was completely serious, or even capable of such a thing. The height difference between them would make it difficult.”
“Not entirely,” Aidan muttered. “She got her hands on a knife...”
“Aidan,” Calum said sharply, “shove it. I don’t think she was thinking much beyond yelling at him that he’s stupid, but she won’t try anything now.” He studied Jakob as the car came to a stop. “Doing all right? We’re to our house.”
“I’m better than I was before,” Jakob answered, which was true. He definitely wasn’t sober, but he was able to focus on things a little easier, and the world seemed a bit steadier (as steady as it could be when it had been yanked out from under his feet) than it had been before. Almost as if to prove his point, he managed to get out of the car with little difficulty, though he waited for Calum before he started walking.
Calum kept close beside him as they went up the walk to what could only be described as an enormous house. Aidan beat them to the door, leaving it open behind him. “Mam’s out for a few hours with Colleen and Kevan,” Calum told Jakob. “Don’t know when Da’s going to be back. Kitchen’s this way. We’ll get coffee and go up to my room. Just leave your shoes here.” Calum stopped at a shoe tree in a corner and pulled off his own trainers, putting them on the shelving.
Jakob tried not to stare at his surroundings too much, feeling horribly out of place. Once they reached the kitchen and he made sure they were alone, he shyly unfolded his glasses and put them back on. “I don’t think I’ve been in a house the size of this one,” he offered in way of conversation, trying to act like Calum hadn’t influenced his last action at all.
“Well, there’s the seven of us.” Calum opened a cabinet and took down a bag of whole-bean coffee. “Our own rooms, all that. Think I’d kill Aidan in his sleep if we shared, if he didn’t smothered me first.” He turned then, taking in Jakob with his glasses on, and his eyes widened a little. “Would you object if I kissed you right now?”
Anything else he wanted to say went out of his head as soon as Calum asked him that, and Jakob bit back an initial urge to ask if he was serious. Blushing, of course, he had to swallow before he could answer with a soft and definite, “No.”
Calum set down the coffee and closed the distance, leaning in and up, just slightly, to kiss Jakob softly. His lips were a little chapped, but still soft, and he didn’t pressure Jakob for more. After a moment, he stepped back and cleared his throat. “Okay. Coffee.”
It was barely anything, but it still made his breathing shaky. There was a moment before his thoughts raced in an indecisive blur, before Jakob decided that he was very tired of thinking about things so much. Moving forward, he kissed Calum again.
That seemed to be just fine with Calum, who lifted one hand to the back of Jakob’s head, keeping him close. This kiss was much more insistent than the first, but Jakob was still surprised to feel Calum’s tongue pressing against his lips. It was a second before he allowed the kiss to deepen, and he shuddered and softly moaned at the feel of it. It was enough to make him hard, and Jakob tore away from Calum with a completely mortified sound when he realized that it had. Face flushed, he tried to catch his breath while muttering every apology that he could think of in German, too dizzy with lust and alcohol to speak English.
Calum trailed a hand across Jakob’s cheek, smiling. “I don’t speak German, Jakob.” Then he pulled away to actually start making the coffee. “But it sounds like apologizing, and I don’t know why you’d apologize for such a fantastic kiss.”
Blushing even harder, Jakob swallowed any immediate answer, knowing that Calum wouldn’t understand it. He tried to catch his breath, stumbling over random equations in his head to try and calm down. (Vaguely, Jakob noted that he made more than a few mathematical mistakes while doing so.) “I could teach you German,” he offered after a moment, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
Calum grinned at that. “And I could teach you Irish. Going to get loud,” he added, then hit a button on the coffee machine, which roared to life, grinding the beans. When it quieted, Calum said, “But I’d like that.”
The idea of learning something new made Jakob smile, before he winced as the coffee machine started. Once it stopped, he was unable to keep from asking, “Would you teach me something now?”
Calum grinned at him. “Say, ‘Tá mé an-ólta.’ That means, ‘I’m very drunk.’”
Jakob silently mouthed the words before repeating them, suppressing his accent surprisingly well for his first time speaking Irish. He tried one more time, managing a bit better before he smiled. “How was that?”
“Sounded very authentic.” Calum’s lips twitched, making Jakob stare before he caught himself. “Especially with the slurring. Now you teach me something. Oh, have you eaten?”
“I’m not slurring,” he immediately answered, before realizing that yes, he was. “Oh,” he muttered. “No, I haven’t, but just coffee just should be fine. I’m really not that hungry.” How could he be, and Jakob again focused on Calum before his thoughts could wander to Oz. He couldn’t deal with that now. Tomorrow, maybe, but not now. “Say, ‘Küss mich noch mal.’”
“Eating would help you get sober,” Calum said. Then he frowned, a little, before repeating, “Küss mich noch mal.”
Jakob shivered a bit, goosebumps running up his arms. “It means, ‘Kiss me again,’” he quietly told Calum after a moment, before his lips barely turned upwards at the corners. “I think I’ve decided that I should use what courage I have before you sober me up.”
Calum grinned at that. “Since you asked.” He stepped forward and kissed Jakob, his mouth pressing into Jakob’s a little harder than before. Then he broke away, all too fast. “You don’t have to worry about asking me anything, you know. As long as you mean it.”
Jakob sighed, somewhat starry eyed when Calum pulled away. “Promise me that you’ll tell me that again tomorrow so I’ll remember?” he asked, looking at Calum like he didn’t notice any of his other current surroundings, which he didn’t.
Calum smiled again. “I promise. I want you to remember it.” Then he glanced at the coffeepot. “How do you take your coffee?”
“Four sugars, no cream,” he answered after a moment of thought. “I usually only save that for when I have a lot of studying to do, but it should work for this just as well,” Jakob explained with a small smile.
“Give you a shock, all right,” Calum agreed. He took down a couple of mugs and poured the coffee before adding plenty of sugar to one and stirring. Then he handed that one to Jakob before drinking from the unadulterated mug. “Sure about the food? Ought to be something in the fridge.”
Jakob shook his head in response. “I’ll be fine, really. Food has never really agreed with me in these situations. I think the best thing for me is coffee and sleep.” Gently blowing over the top of his mug to cool his drink, he frowned a bit as he realized something. “Where am I going to sleep?”
Calum shrugged. “My room, if you don’t mind. Not my bed, but my room. Got a spare in there. Or there’s Liam’s room - old room, really, he lives with Cait now - or the guest room.”
“Your room is fine,” Jakob answered, perhaps a bit too hastily, before he blushed and took a sip of coffee. “I mean - if I wake up and don’t remember anything in the morning, you’ll at least be familiar.”
Calum smiled slowly. “I like the idea of being familiar.” He drank some of his own coffee. “So you get the spare bed in my room - if I’m not up there when you get up, won’t be long before I get back.”
Jakob blushed further, looking into his cup to avoid looking at Calum. “...I’ve had a crush on you since before the party a few weeks ago,” he bashfully admitted. “You’re familiar.” He drank some more coffee, the effects of sugar and caffeine already starting to take effect on an empty stomach. He saw Calum coming closer over the rim of his mug.
“It’s the same for me. I might have done something if you weren’t with Oz.” Fingertips trailed up Jakob’s arm. “Can I kiss you again?”
He shivered again, placing his cup down on the table. “How do you say, ‘Kiss me again,’ in Irish?” Jakob asked, smiling just a little.
“Póg dom arís,” Calum said, his voice almost husky. “Anytime you ask, I will.”
Jakob flushed, and adjusted his glasses before speaking. His words were softer and decidedly less slurred than before. “Póg dom arís?”
Calum bent toward him, pausing just long enough to murmur in his ear, “You are incredibly sexy in your glasses.” Before Jakob could reply, Calum’s mouth was on his, definitely more insistent than before.
Jakob was quicker to respond to Calum’s kiss this time, trailing his hands over his chest and shoulders. He took hesitant initiative to deepen the kiss, almost clumsily but gently biting at Calum’s lower lip.
Calum’s lips parted then, and then he bit Jakob’s lip in return before running his tongue along where his teeth had hit. Then there was a gagging sound, and Jakob pulled away, thinking it was Calum.
No, Aidan, who was smirking at Calum. “You said you’d protect his virtue, not ruin it.”
“Jakob,” Calum said to him, “tell him you asked me to kiss you, and then let’s go upstairs before I throw your cup at him.”
Jakob’s eyes widened, and he shot a partially mortified glance in Aidan’s direction before mumbling something that was basically an affirmative. He grabbed for Calum’s hand, tangling their fingers together, and waited for him to lead the way.
“Sorry about that,” Calum said as he led Jakob from the kitchen. “We do get along, just give each other shite.” They went up a flight of stairs and turned to the right, then down a connecting hallway. “Mam and Da are on the other side of the house. Colleen and Kevan too. Rest of us are on this side.” He pushed open a door and turned to Jakob to say, “Don’t know if I have clothes that fit you for you to sleep in.” His eyes flickered up and down Jakob’s body. “Though I don’t think that would be a problem.” Before Jakob could come up with a reply to that, Calum said softly, “Küss mich noch mal.”
After Jakob shut the bedroom door behind them, he was glad to oblige. He kissed Calum almost desperately now that they had definite privacy, hands roaming over Calum’s back and chest, unsure of where to rest. Calum was freer with his hands, too, though he was more direct than Jakob; his hands slid down from Jakob’s shoulders, across his back, to rest just above his ass.
“Tell me you’re getting sober,” Calum murmured.
“Yes,” Jakob breathlessly answered, before kissing him again. He shivered, a small and pleasured sound falling from his lips. “I am. Kiss me again,“ he said in Irish.
“Oh God,” Calum muttered. He dropped his hands just a little more and kissed Jakob hard, definitely insistent that time. “Good. I want you.”
He shivered again, just barely moaning when Calum said that. Jakob was hard again, but he didn’t care because this was so good, better than he would have thought. “Kiss me,” he repeated, in English now, his voice little more than a whisper, “and don’t stop.”
“I can do that,” Calum murmured. He pulled Jakob closer, and judging by the pressure on Jakob’s thigh, Calum was hard too. Then Calum kissed him again, even more sure and demanding, and then asked, “What do you want to do? Stop with kissing, or...?”
“Don’t stop,” Jakob fervently answered, his voice still soft and trembling just a little bit.
“As long as you’re sure you’re sober.” Calum’s hands slid upward then, almost enough to make Jakob groan in frustration, but then his hands were under Jakob’s shirt, on his skin, and that was so much better. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“I am,” he gasped, unsure of which statement he was answering. It fit both. Jakob was completely sober now, flushed and dizzy with nothing but arousal and he needed Calum far too much to be this dressed. He only stepped back long enough to quickly pull his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. “So are you,” Jakob murmured, kissing Calum hard and desperately as he slipped his hands under his shirt, trailing his hands over his stomach and chest.
Calum grinned against his mouth, then broke their kiss to pull off his own shirt. “Are you all right with all touching?” he asked, and he didn’t give Jakob much of a chance to answer before he stepped forward again, and this time, they were skin-on-skin when Calum kissed him. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
God. Jakob shuddered, moaning as heat shot down his spine, and he was suddenly so hard that it nearly hurt. He seemed incapable of doing anything other than pressing against Calum, his hands roaming over any bare skin he could reach. Jakob kissed him again and again until he was breathless and his head was spinning, and he could only ask, “Bed?”
“Over here.” Calum started to guide him, but Jakob was pretty sure that Calum’s hips were rocking against his thigh. That just made him even harder. Then the backs of his legs hit the edge of a mattress, and Calum’s hands were at the fastening of his jeans even as they kept kissing.
“Want you,” Jakob murmured into the kiss. He followed Calum's lead, though his fingers were clumsier with the button and zipper of Calum’s jeans. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
“And you. You’re beautiful and smart and the way you blush -” Calum managed to get Jakob’s jeans open, and he knelt to strip them off Jakob entirely. “And did I mention beautiful?” he murmured, sliding his hands up along Jakob’s legs, gradually inward.
“I’m not,” Jakob softly denied, his mouth suddenly dry and skin burning, and he needed him. “Calum, please...”
“You are,” Calum said, sounding firm and sure. “And I really, really would like to fuck you, but while I’m down here, I think I’ll suck you. Do you want that?”
Jakob thought that his cock twitching and the groan that tore from his throat might have been answer enough. He had to swallow before he could speak, his voice rough and shaky. “Please.”
Calum licked a stripe along one side of Jakob’s cock. “Sit down,” Calum instructed him, which Jakob did dazedly, easily enough because the bed was right behind him.
Then Calum’s mouth was on him fully, hot and wet and just a little different with how he used his tongue. Jakob’s back arched, Calum’s name falling from his lips as a breathless moan. He gently threaded a hand through Calum’s hair, the other twisting at the bedclothes, and oh, this was so good. “Fuck, Calum.”
Calum pulled off just long enough to say, “Just try not to finish. Rather you wait until I’m in you.” Then he took Jakob’s cock back in his mouth.
He moaned and fell back to lay down, his hips lifting off the bed. “That doesn’t help,” Jakob gasped, slipping into German as he writhed in pleasure. “God, don’t stop.“
Calum didn’t start a rhythm. Instead, he kept taking Jakob in farther, until Jakob’s cock was partway down his throat. Then he found a very slow rhythm. Jakob’s eyes fell closed, his head falling back onto the bed as his fingers tangled in Calum’s hair. He spoke softly, falling in and out of English, telling Calum that he felt good, so good, please don’t stop.
After a few minutes, Calum lifted off, running his hands along Jakob’s legs. “Do you want me to keep going?” he asked huskily. “Or do you want to do something else that would involve me getting out of my jeans, too?”
Jakob looked down at Calum with an expression of pure desire, flushed and panting. He started to answer, before he hesitated and blushed. “How do you say, ‘Fuck me,’ in Irish?” he quietly asked.
“Closest is, ‘An bhfuil gnéas le liom.’ It means, ‘Have sex with me.’” Calum grinned slowly, getting to his feet before shoving down his jeans and boxers. “There’s no word for ‘fuck’ in Irish. Unfortunately.” He kicked off his pants. “So it’s, ‘An bhfuil gnéas le liom.’ Assuming you want me to.” He leaned in to kiss Jakob, and his cock bumped up against Jakob’s as he moved.
Jakob moaned into the kiss, gripping at Calum’s shoulders as his hips thrust up at the contact, rubbing against Calum even more. “An bhfuil gnéas le liom,” he gasped. “Now.”
Calum groaned against Jakob’s mouth. “Okay.” He kissed Jakob again, rubbing them together deliberately, before straightening. “Okay. How do you like it? Like this, on your stomach, hands and knees, whatever.” Jakob lifted his head at the sound of a drawer opening to see Calum taking out lube and a condom. “I just want you now.” This was the most desperate he’d heard Calum yet.
“This. This is fine. I want...” He paused, shy even now. “I want to see you during.” Jakob reached out to pull Calum to him again, kissing him and just lightly trailing his fingertips up and down Calum’s cock. “An bhfuil gnéas le liom,” he repeated, quietly.
“Getting there, Jakob.” Calum popped the top on the lube and squeezed it onto his fingers. “You - you have to tell me what feels good,” he said, and slid his fingers down behind Jakob’s balls, pressing lightly with just one. “You are gorgeous in your glasses. So pretty. I want you, Jakob. I need you.”
“This feels good.” Jakob shuddered, wrapping his hand around Calum’s cock and slowly stroking him. “It all feels amazing, Calum. God, I want you.” He kissed him again, making a pleasured sound low in his throat. “You don’t have to keep going slow.”
A strangled sound escaped Calum, and he pressed another finger in, much less gently. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured, and then kissed Jakob again. “Just... God, I want to fuck you.”
His breath catching in his throat, Jakob stroked Calum a bit faster. “I want you to fuck me,” he murmured against Calum’s lips, moaning softly. “I have since before I saw you at one of Oz’s parties.” It hurt for the second it took to say Oz’s name before Jakob lost himself in Calum again, his back just slightly arching off the bed. There was the familiar stretch and burn from Calum’s fingers inside him, and Calum bit his lip lightly.
“Are you ready for me? Do you need more?” Calum asked, even as he thrust into Jakob’s hand.
Then those fingers pressed just upward, right there, and Jakob let out a few choice words in German. He groaned lowly and it took him a few seconds to answer. “I need you,” he answered, voice strained. “Please, Calum...”
“Okay,” Calum said, and pulled away altogether, leaving Jakob wanting him back. He was gone just long enough to roll on the condom and slick himself with lube before he was back over Jakob, pressing in slowly.
“Oh, God,” Jakob moaned, clutching at Calum’s shoulder blade with one hand and his arm with the other. Slowly, Jakob rolled his hips and took more of Calum in with a stuttered curse. “You feel good.”
“So - so do you,” Calum breathed. “God, good.” He thrust in deeper, just a little harder, and Jakob remembered that he’d said Calum didn’t have to go slow. “I’ve wanted this. A long - long time.”
Jakob grabbed at Calum’s shoulder tighter, his nails digging inwhen Calum moved again, and Jakob hooked a leg over his hip to pull him closer. “H-how long?” he asked, the words little more than a breathless gasp.
“Ah, March.” Calum shifted the balance of his weight to one hand and slipped a hand between them to Jakob’s cock, stroking firmly. “First - first time I saw you, I wanted you. You were...so pretty.” He leaned down to kiss Jakob again. “You? When?”
Jakob let out a soft cry, thrusting into Calum’s hand. He started to answer in German before he caught himself, stumbling into English. “Late...late last year. I saw a picture of you and - your eyes,” he almost babbled, pleasure already starting to pull tight low in his stomach.
Calum started moving faster, both inside Jakob and with his hand on Jakob’s cock. “Oh, buachaill deas,” he groaned. “My eyes, but you don’t see how you look.” His thumb skimmed across the head of Jakob’s cock even as his hand moved.
Jakob bucked his hips when Calum did that, his eyes closing with a cry. He began talking in German almost rapturously, moving to meet Calum’s every thrust now, and fuck. This was good, so good, and he was so close, and hard, and more, just a little more... Judging by how fast Calum was moving, his hand out of sync with his hips, Jakob wasn’t the only one getting there.
“God,” Calum muttered. “Hot. So bloody amazing. Feel incredible, Jakob.”
His back arched sharply and Jakob scratched at Calum’s shoulders when he came. Calum’s name fell from his lips over and over again as his mind stopped completely, vision going dark around the edges, and yesyesyes. The last few thrusts into Jakob were erratic and rough, but still just good. Judging by how hard Calum threw his hips forward for the last one, he came too. With a final moan, Jakob collapsed back against the bed, boneless and trembling and still coming back down to Earth. “Küss mich noch mal,” he managed, voice wobbly.
Calum took his hand away from Jakob’s crotch and rested it on the bed beside Jakob, leaning in to kiss him. It wasn’t as urgent this time, but still firm and very there. “Oh, that was good,” Calum murmured. “Very good.”
Jakob made a low sound of agreement, staring up at Calum through half-lidded, almost dreamy eyes. “What does ‘buachaill deas’ mean?” he softly asked after a moment.
Calum actually flushed a little. “Pretty boy. It’s how I thought of you before I knew your name.” He pushed himself up and stripped off the condom, tossing it out. “Do you mind?”
Blushing, Jakob bit his lip to try and hide a shy smile. “No. I like it.” He sat up and kissed Calum, softer than before, and Jakob looked nervous when he pulled back. “So... Now are we, um...”
“I, uh.” Calum ducked his head, his face reddening further. “If you want to? I want to. I’ve wanted to, but you were... So do you want to?”
“God, you’re beautiful,” Jakob murmured before he could think about it. He shyly glanced away for a moment when he realized what he had said, but still smiled when he looked back to Calum, kissing him again. “Yes.”
Calum smiled back, resting his hand on the back of Jakob’s neck. “Gorgeous boyfriend,” he said softly. “Can I assume you’ll sleep in my bed, then?” He hesitated a moment. “And will you stay tomorrow night, too?”
“Yes,” he said again, blushing again. “My parents are going to be away until Sunday night, so...” Jakob loosely wrapped his arms around Calum’s shoulders, resting his forehead against Calum’s. “But...your parents won’t mind that I’m staying here?”
“I’ll talk to them in the morning, but I doubt it. Cait started staying when she and Liam were seventeen. Different room, since Mam didn’t want to be a grandmother yet, but Liam got into the guest room every night anyway.” Calum kissed Jakob softly. “They let Aidan and Conor’s girls stay, too. Since it’s not like pregnancy is a problem here, don’t think they’ll care. And they’ll like you.”
Jakob still nervously chewed on his bottom lip as he pulled away to move further up the bed, grabbing Calum’s hand to pull him after him. “Really?” he asked, unable to stop himself from doing so.
“Really.” Calum joined him on the bed, wrapping an arm around his back, and kissed his cheek. “Why wouldn’t they? You’re beautiful, brilliant, sweet. They’ll like you. Cait really liked you when she met you. Said so when she talked to me.”
“But I barely said anything to her,” Jakob murmured, snuggling up against Calum. “And I was blushing so much...I must have looked like an idiot.”
“She said you were polite, and you seemed sweet, and she was very firm that I not try to steal you like she thought I could.” Calum dropped a kiss on Jakob’s shoulder. “And she did agree that you’re pretty.”
He blushed, smiling shyly. “Call me ‘pretty boy’ again?” Jakob asked, lightly trailing his fingertips up Calum’s arm.
“Pretty boy,” Calum murmured. He twisted to kiss Jakob. “Buachaill deas. Do you remember what I said earlier, before you were sober?”
“That I don’t have to worry about asking you anything,” Jakob softly answered, taking off his glasses and stretching to place them on the nightstand. “Not as long as I meant it, right?”
“That’s right.” Calum stroked along Jakob’s chest and stomach, making Jakob shiver. “And I meant that, buachaill deas.”
Jakob made a sound of contentment, kissing Calum deeply before relaxing against him. “I’m tired,” he said almost apologetically, and wrapped his arms around Calum.
“You were very drunk,” Calum said reasonably. “And it’s...” He looked over at the clock. “Fairly late. Do you want water or anything before we sleep?”
“No,” Jakob answered softly. “Just stay here with me.”
“All right.” Calum kissed Jakob and wrapped his arms around him in return. “Want me to wake you when I get up?”
“Yes, please,” Jakob murmured, already half asleep. Lazily, he ran a hand up Calum’s spine. “Thank you for tonight...”
“I wanted it,” Calum said. “Have for a long time. No need for thanks, pretty boy.” He kissed Jakob lightly. “Go to sleep, Jakob.”
“Okay...” His voice was even softer than before, breathing deep and even. Jakob blinked, managing to smile at Calum one more time before drifting off to sleep.