Caleb woke up sometime in the wee hours in the morning. He knew it had to be late or very early, depending on how he looked at it, because the traffic noises outside were completely gone, and the hotel was kind of eerily quiet.
He fought the urge to turn the TV on because Hawk was asleep, and he didn’t want to wake him up if he was super tired. But he had to admit, a little light and noise, just a little, would make him feel better. He would make his brain stop running in circles.
Caleb was worried. He had been hurting so bad tonight he’d just laid down on Hawk’s bed and fallen asleep and not even thought about it twice.
Not that Hawk hadn’t been awesome because he had. He’d been so understanding about it and so willing to take whatever Caleb could give, which, in the end, turned out to be nothing but a snuggle.
Sighing, he ran a hand down Hawk’s side, resting his fingers on Hawk’s hip. His face was sort of mashed upagainst Hawk’s collarbone, their legs tangled together. And he felt better, much better.
The shower had done the trick. Caleb was due for another dose of his biologic in the next two weeks or so, but he was hoping he could get through the competition before he had to do that.
But for right now, the great thing was the pain in his joints had backed off, and maybe he would be in a place where he and Hawk could do some damage to each other. He had some seriously fond memories of Hawk trying to ruin him back in the day.
“Mmmmm.” Hawk’s noise was a deep bass rumble. “Are you feeling okay?”
There was his cue that he was allowed to turn the light on, so he could see Hawk’s face. He shimmied up to do just that, trying not to knee Hawk right in the nuts. The lamp on, when Hawk blinked really hard, trying to get used to the light. “I’m feeling much better.”
Silvery eyes finally focused on him. “Yeah? What constitutes much better?”
“Like I’m ready to explore all of our options better.”
Hawk threw off the blanket and lay back with his arms and legs spread. “So explore away.”
“Yee-haw.” He sat up perpendicular to Hawk’s hip and started with his neck, putting his hand there, feeling the way Hawk swallowed hard. Then he put his other hand up as well, sliding them over Hawk’s shoulders, testing the muscles there before cupping a hand over each pec, feeling the little nipples poke into his palms.
Caleb squeezed and rubbed and then ran his thumbs down Hawk’s sternum to the glory trail that wandered past his belly button and into the neatly trimmed pubes that surrounded his cock.
“Fuck.” Hawk arched up, eyes wide. “Oh, shit that’s good.”
“Yeah?” He watched Hawk’s cock rise, and he gripped it, pumping up and down.
“Fuck yeah.” Hawk reached for him one hand sliding over his back, then to his ass. “You gonna ride me? You think you feel up to that?”
“I am going to ride you until you scream. Never question it.”
“Oh, I believe you. You ride really well.”
Caleb snort-laughed, because he did ride his board like a dream. God, Hawk was cracking his shit right up. And making him crazy-hard. He’d been looking for exactly this for eight years and not finding it.
“Get the lube so you can get me ready, Hawk.” He kept his hand moving, making sure Hawk stayed good and needy.
“Got it.” Hawk held up the lube. “Climb aboard, baby.”
Rising up on his knees, Caleb straddled Hawk’s thighs, then pressed forward to rub their cocks together. He was letting Hawk do the doing with the lube. His job was to just keep them revved up.
Good thing he fucking loved his job.
He stroked and tugged and rocked, and it actually came as a surprise when he felt Hawk’s wet fingers at his hole. He’d gotten distracted.
Then Hawk grabbed one whole ass cheek in his big hand, pulling it and spreading Caleb wide, and he grunted, his body shuddering, his balls tightening up.
“Damn. Damn, babe. Touch me.”
“Love how hard this muscle is.” Hawk chuckled, one wet finger sliding into his hole, and Caleb moaned long and loud, the feeling of being stretched so perfect. He was gonna lose it by the time Hawk was actually fucking him.
“Love how you’re like a mountain that I can climb.” Calebwiggled, loving how Hawk felt beneath him. He was the luckiest son of a bitch on earth right now.
That finger pushed and pressed, then Hawk pulled out one and gave him two. God, that was too much and not enough all at once. Too slow. Too careful.