He wasn’t late but Cal found himself almost running to the motel. Almost. Two weeks of pent up sexual energy had his body thrumming with the anticipation of seeing Ben. Or rather not just seeing but getting to feel his hands on him, press his face against that thatch of dark hair between his legs, smell the sweat on him as they… yeah, he was totally running.The guy at the front desk had the keycard ready and barely bothered to look up when Cal dropped $30 on the counter and plucked it from his fingers with a perky, “Thanks, Bill.” Bill mumbled something Cal didn’t catch and probably didn’t want to. The manager didn’t approve, that much was clear but it didn’t stop him from making the smart business decision and renting rooms by the hour to certain trusted individuals who wouldn’t do drugs in the hallways or break the furniture.

Taking the stairs two at time had his heart working a little harder than it already was with the anticipation but still, when he rounded the corner on the last flight, the way it leapt in his chest at seeing Ben waiting in the hallway — his broad shoulders leaning back against the wall with his feet crossed at the ankle, his thick arms folded tight across his chest, chin dipped down with his lips pressed tight, seemingly in thought. He looked up when he heard Cal coming, his face breaking into a wide smile as he stood up and turned to face him.

Cal tried to get his feet slow but he still ended up rushing over, as he muttered, “I’m so sorry. I got held up. Have you been waiting—?”

He didn’t even get the chance to finish a sentence. As soon as he got within touching distance, Ben immediately drew him into a fierce embrace, kissing him hard on the mouth and holding him tight, as if he never wanted Cal to slip from his sight again.

It might have been a little over the top except that Cal held him back with a matched intensity, not giving a damn about anything like respecting public decency for once. He grasped at the shoulders of Ben’s jacket, pulling him closer. If it hadn’t been for the sound of a door opening down the corridor, he was pretty certain that he would have slammed Ben against the wall and started stripping his clothes off where they stood. Instead, they manage to have a little composure, and stepped back long enough that Cal could get the key into the door of the room he had booked, and rush inside.

“Were you waiting long?” Cal managed to ask between kisses as they launched themselves against each other.

“Not long,” Ben said in a rush of breath before he pulled his sweater over his head. The action left his hair unruly, looking windswept and somehow even more adorable. “I’m guessing the traffic was bad?”

“My class ran over.” Cal was feeling an increasing amount of animosity toward the buttons on his shirt as he tried to strip and kiss at the same time. “You would think that I’ve been away for months not a week.”

“I can sympathize.” Ben pulled open the fly of his jeans and simultaneously started to mouth at Cal’s throat. “It feels like fucking forever since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah?” Cal wasn’t fishing but he was a little surprised. The compliment didn’t hurt though. The way Ben’s eyes roamed his chest when he finally got his shirt off definitely wasn’t hurting either.

“Jesus. You got tanned.”

“You like?” Cal flinched at the words. It was the kind of thing he would say to a client, not a lover and he didn’t like the way it sounded coming from his mouth when it was Ben he was talking to.

Thankfully, Ben didn’t seem the notice, obviously thinking Cal was joking. “Let’s see the rest of it.” Cal laughed and started pushing his jeans over his hips.

With his large hand stroking his hard-on, Ben climbed on the bed and lay back, waiting for Cal to get his socks and shoes off. “You had a good vacation?”

“Yeah. It was nice. Glad to be home.”

“Not going to miss all that family time?”

“Jesus Christ,” Cal muttered as he crawled up the bed, pressing Ben’s legs together so he could straddle his thighs and slot their bodies together. “You really need to shut the fuck up. I really don’t want to be thinking about my mother right now.”

Ben did, kissing him senseless as they rutted against each other, their hands roaming and grasping desperately as if every touch would never be enough. Cal would never admit to how he squeaked inelegantly when Ben flipped them over and pressed him back into the mattress before sliding down getting his lips around Cal’s leaking head, making him squeak again.

“Oh god, I’m not going to last,” Cal gasped as he carded the fingers of both hands into Ben’s hair, drawing his knees up and laying them over Ben’s shoulders. Ben’s response was to pull off, spit onto his fingers, and start massaging Cal’s hole when he went back to sucking him off. Cal moaned loudly and dropped his head back, panting hard as his orgasm ripped through him and he filled Ben’s throat.

He wasn’t really aware of much, only Ben sitting back, wiping at his mouth with one hand while his fingers kept working insistently over Cal’s pucker. When Cal grinned and jokingly asked, “You want in?” he really didn’t expect Ben’s gaze to darken and him rumble, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Pulling his legs free, Cal rolled onto his front, popped his hips back and pulling his cheeks apart. He was confident Ben wouldn’t just try to dive straight in there. They’d talked enough about prep and the right amount of lube to use so neither party got hurt (i.e. all of it) but Cal didn’t see the harm in putting on a show. He could hear Ben jerking off, the slick rhythm of his hand, his rasping breaths. When he felt the bed dip as Ben dropped over him, he expected a the wet sensation of Ben’s come over his back.

What he didn’t expect was for Ben to lay his hot cock between Cal’s cheeks. Ben slapped Cal’s hands away so he could press his glutes together and fuck between them, spitting to slick the way although Ben came almost immediately — thrusting so hard as he came over Cal’s back that Cal had to cling on to the sheets to stop himself being fired through the headboard.

When Ben was through, he thankfully collapsed to the side — rolling onto his back, a sheen of sweat over his hairy chest that was heaving with the force of his panting breaths — and Cal, folding his arms under his head so he could prop his chin on them, smiled over without moving.

“So,” he said, trying to not laugh out loud, “That was new.”

Ben licked his lips and stole a glance before looking back at the ceiling. “Not really.”

“I thought you weren’t sure about fucking?”

“Doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it.”

Cal rolled onto his side, sitting up slightly and supporting his head on one hand. “Since when?”

Ben smirked and rolled his head against the pillow to look up at him. “Since I saw how tight those pants were across your ass the day we met in the park.”

Cal laughed. He was tempted to not believe it for a second but the way Ben was looking at him, it was too easy to see his sincerity. “You ready to try it for real?”

“Christ,” Ben whined in distress. “Give me a minute.”

Cal slapped his shoulder and chuckled. “Easy, there. It won’t be happening today, darlin’. It’s been a while for me too so I’m going to have ready myself.”

Concerned, Ben turned his whole body to face Cal. The movement brought them closer and Cal wanted to bury himself in Ben’s arms and never come out. “You know you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

Brushing the back of his fingers down Ben’s stubbled cheek, Cal smiled softly. His heart swelled dangerously and he had to bite back all the I missed yous and a god, don’t you know what you do to me and settled on saying, “Are you kidding me? I can’t wait to get that monster of yours inside me.”

If the blush on Ben’s face was anything to go by, he couldn’t wait either.