Page 15 of Lace

“Well, since neither of us is even in the music program, I can assume we’re here for something other than practicing?” Levi asked. He worked his hands upwards, strong, thick fingers circling Caleb’s waist.

“We’ll be practicing.” Caleb grinned and allowed himself to be groped as Levi closed his lips on his throat and once more began to move his hands over his body. “Just not music, so much,” he whispered, tilting his head back and giving Levi a few moments of total freedom to explore.

He was long-gone hard and horny by the time he managed to push Levi away enough to get some coherent words out. Somehow, Levi had reversed their position, and Caleb found himself the one trapped against the wall, with no coherent memory of having been shifted. Heat rose into his cheeks, and his voice, even after he attempted to clear his throat, came out husky.

“We should get out of the hallway,” he rasped.

Levi grinned. “Got you all hot and bothered already?” He brushed his fingers over Caleb’s cheek. “God, you look good like this.”

Caleb lifted a foot and used it against the wall behind him to force himself upright. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe. Come on.” He grabbed Levi’s hand and hurried him down the hall untilboth the trombone and piano were only distant echoes. “This should be a good one.”

Crouching, he pulled something from his pocket and peered through the dim lighting to get it into the slot. A bit of twisting and manipulating later, the door swung open and he straightened. “Easy peasy. Come on.”

Levi was right on his heels as he shoved through to get inside. He flipped on the light and turned to swing the door shut and relock it.

“Where’d you get a key?” Levi asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the stiff wires that Caleb was cramming into the pouch attached to his kilt.

“Who said I had a key?” As far as derring-do stunts went, this wasn’t much, but still. It was fun to see Levi’s jaw drop a little.

“Now what?” Levi asked, attempting to push Caleb up against the wall. Evidently, watching his lover break the law encouraged his libido.

Caleb settled back and turned his face slightly for Levi’s nuzzling.

“Oh, hey!” Levi stopped what he was doing with his lips and turned Caleb’s face by his chin so the light fell on his bruised cheek. “What the hell? Who hit you?”

“No one. It was some guy’s knee. He was just dancing.” Caleb returned the scrutiny, though, knowing Levi had taken a few good hits to his own face. All he could detect were a couple of redder marks on his cheek and jaw that might darken to bruises, but the fight had apparently looked worse than it was. Still, Caleb could feel the resurgence of adrenaline just thinking about Levi trapped and helpless under that dip-shit’s flying fists.

“I should have pounded him,” he muttered, kissing Levi’s bruises.

“No more pounding,” Levi insisted, leaning in, pressing Caleb’s back to the painted cinderblock wall.

“Want to make a bet?” Caleb gripped him by both wrists and shoved Levi’s hands down and towards the blond’s own belt buckle. “You know what comes next.”

Levi rested his hands on his belt and stared at Caleb. “I do?”

Caleb resisted the grin that wanted to form and opted instead for the sternest look he could muster. “Of course you do.” He knew he wasn’t really fooling either of them. He wasn’t a Dom—was barely even stern—but his cock was hard, and Levi was hot all mussed from kissing and fighting. He wanted to bury his shaft to the balls and fuck hard, and if the deep glint in Levi’s eyes meant anything, he wanted the same thing.

“You do,” Caleb insisted, yanking Levi’s belt buckle open. “Drop ‘em.”

“Oh.” Levi popped his button and worked his zipper down, not releasing eye contact for an instant. “Bossy much?”

“Hell yes.” Caleb flipped up the flap of the small pouch at his waist and brought out a miniature bottle of lube. “Turn around.” He planted a fast, deep kiss on Levi’s lips, but backed away when Levi reached for more. “Please.”

Levi did drop his jeans to the floor, but he didn’t turn. Instead, he grabbed Caleb, jerked him forward using both hands on Caleb’s ass as leverage, and demanded a longer, deeper kiss while he fumbled under the kilt for the buttons holding Caleb’s pants closed. He wasn’t gentle forcing them down, and Caleb felt the cold cement on his bare ass as Levi shoved him back against the wall again, his kilt scrunched up around his waist.

Heat and wet and all-consuming demand infused Levi’s kiss. Caleb moaned under the assault of lips and tongue, of hands cupping his ass and fingers digging into flesh, prying between his cheeks. His heart thrilled at the nearness as those fingers snuck ever closer to his opening. Part of him wanted to wrap both legs around Levi’s waist and trust and hope. The part of him that insisted on leather and kilts couldn’t do it.

He wormed his hands between their bodies and heaved on Levi’s chest. “Nice try.” Deftly, he squirmed out from the tight confinement of hard body and harder wall and wheeled so he was behind Levi, his hand clasped tight around Levi’s thick wrist. He let his weight rest on the other man’s back, pushing him face forward against the wall as he placed the captured hand flush to the cold concrete. “Spread.”

A low, almost imperceptible moan left Levi’s lips as his eyes closed. A thin line appeared between his brows, but he stepped one foot out of his constricting jeans and spread his feet as asked.

Caleb didn’t waste any time. A small squirt of lube on his finger was enough to gain entrance and Levi responded with a hiss and thrust. His fingers curled against the wall, his back arched. “Cally…”

“Shh.” Caleb added another finger, the stretch making Levi grunt uncomfortably, though he didn’t pull away. “Sorry, babe. Don’t want to waste any slick. The bottle’s small and my cock is big.”

Levi snorted. “So, use it already.” He thrust his hips back harder, taking Caleb’s fingers and the stretch with a grimace. Why he allowed the pain, Caleb had never been brave enough to ask, but he only ever complained when Caleb went too slowly.

“Patience.” Caleb curled his free hand around the back of Levi’s neck and flattened his palm on his back, just at the top of his spine. “Be still.”

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