They met for a drink. Just the one. It seemed sensible when they’d arranged this but being that Ben had sat there for a full hour thinking about how weird it was that they were trying to make conversation when they both knew what was coming. Namely both of them. With Ben inside Cal this time if everything went according to plan. In the end, he was glad that he had a little alcohol in him to help his nerves, when Cal smiled and said, “You ready to go?” like his whole life wasn’t about to change.

He felt stupid thinking about it like that but it felt significant — maybe not the act, they’d had sex before. But having Cal trust him with something like this, something that felt so intimate. It might not have meant much to Cal, who probably had a string of men who had fucked him but Ben wasn’t wired that way. Even as they walked back to the hotel, Ben tried not to imagine what it would be like to take Cal’s hand as they moved down the street, talking and laughing, even though he was pretty sure Cal would never want that. At least, not from him.

By the time they got back to the hotel, if felt as if the booze was wearing off and Ben’s shoulders were tense as Cal touched the keycard to the door, and as they stepped inside, he didn’t feel much like grabbing Cal and kissing him stupid as he normally would.

“Hey. You okay?” Cal looked concerned, as he slipped off his jacket. “You know we don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind?”

“No, I—” Ben shook his head, frustrated as his inability to express himself when he most needed to. “I’m just nervous.”

Cal shrugged as if that was no big deal. “It’s new, I get it. But you’ve had sex before.”

“Not with you,” Ben blurted out before he realized what that might sound like, how serious he was about this whole thing.

Luckily, Cal only chuckled and stepped smoothly into his space. “I know things are a little different between us now, but I meant what I said that first day we met. I’ll take good care of you, Ben. Just go with it and we’ll have a good time.”

“I don’t want the hurt you,” Ben whispered as he drew Cal close, his large hands feeling clumsy on Cal’s narrow waist.

“Don’t worry,” Cal whispered back. “I’ve come prepared.” He slid his hands down Ben’s arms, peeling one hand away from his waist, pushing it back and down over the swell of his ass. Ben let Cal moved around, dutifully sliding his fingers between Cal’s cleft as directed, only to find a hard shape beneath the loose trousers Cal was wearing.

Cal chuckled at the surprise that must have shown on Ben’s face. “Figured it might save some time.”

“How can you even sit down with that in there?”

Cal laughed again. “Believe me it’s not a hardship. Although…” He took Ben’s other hand and moved it down his front, encouraging Ben to cup the erection he was sporting.

Ben gave him a squeeze and a kiss on the lips that barely lingered. Cal smiled against his mouth, then groaned when Ben pressed a little on the plug in his hole. “I can’t wait to see this,” Ben rasped out. “Want to see you gaping when I pull it out. Want fill you up with my cock so badly.”

“Fuck.” Cal grasped the back of Ben’s head with both hands and pulled him down into a searing kiss, as Ben kept up the pressure with both hands, working Cal into a state that left both of them achingly hard and breathless. “We need to get naked right now,” Cal managed eventually. “I want to come on your dick, not in my pants.”

“Right.” Ben had to force himself to take a step back. “Naked sounds good.”

It was good. Relieving the uncomfortable pressure on his erection helped a lot, when Ben finally wrestled his shirt over his head and turned to see Cal on the bed — face down, ass up — the dark base of the buttplug nestled between his cheeks stark against his untanned skin, Ben let out a whine and had to tug on his balls to stop his orgasm from springing forward from where it was coiled tight in his gut just waiting for Cal to draw it out of him.

There was a condom and lube on the sheet between Cal’s knees which Ben applied with shaking hands, while Cal murmured words of encouragement that were simply noise by the time they reached Ben’s brain. His dick was so hard as he knelt on the bed that he wasn’t sure there was enough blood above his neck to process much.

He hadn’t realized he was staring until Cal wiggled his ass at him. “Come on, big man. Fuck me.”

Ben took a deep breath, and a light hold of the plug with the tips of his fingers, pulling it gently. The rubber didn’t move, so he adjusted his grip and pulled harder. Gradually the plug eased out, opening up Cal’s hole to fit around it. Cal groaned, and pushed his hips back. As soon as it slid free, Ben dropped the plug onto the floor and, holding his cock steady, pressed his head to Cal’s opening, taking a steadying breath before he pushed his hips forward.

Even with the condom, the glide was ecstasy. Cal was tight around him, holding his cock in a firm embrace, almost drawing him in all the way until Ben’s hips nestled against against Cal’s ass. Ben paused, practically gasping for air with the effort of holding back. He took a second to calm himself before he realized that Cal was eerily quiet beneath him. When he rasped out, “Are you okay?” Cal let out a rush of breath and groaned, pushing back and grinding against Ben, forcing him deeper.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, I’m better than okay. Christ, why the hell did we wait so long to do this?”

“You’re good then?”

“Fuck, yes.” Cal sounded less enraptured and more irritated. “God, fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Ben did. Slow at first, relishing the drag as he pulled away, then all the sweet noises and half-words that seemed to spill out of Cal as he filled him again. His hands slipped a little on Cal’s narrow hips and he didn’t find a rhythm until Cal reached his hands back, resting them on the small of his back where Ben grasped his wrists tight for purchase, before he started up again. He figured whatever he was doing was okay, being that Cal’s cries only got louder and more enthusiastic.

When Cal yelled his name, his asshole tightening around Ben’s cock, he was done for, fucking into Cal two or three more times as his orgasm uncoiled like a whip and cut through him. His lizard brain added a hint of disappointment, wishing that he could have spilled inside Cal instead of the condom but by the time he collapsed onto Cal’s glistening back, he had nothing but a soup of satisfaction between his ears.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, trying to get his breath as he eased out of Cal. He wiped his hand down his face then disposed of the condom before he defeated the point of it and made a mess. “You need me to…?”

“Nope.” Cal rolled away from him, revealing the wet patch where he’d been laying. “I’m all good.” Ben thought he looked a little embarrassed, the way his cheeks were so red and he didn’t seem the be able to look Ben in the eye.

Ben smiled. “So, I wasn’t awful?”

Cal blurted out a laugh. Something about it seemed a little bitter but then Cal smiled right back at him and shook his head. “Are you kidding me? No. I would say eight of of ten, would fuck again.”

“Not bad for my first time. I’ll see if I can work my way up to at least a nine point five.”

Cal laughed and sat up, wincing a little. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. You okay?”

“Me?” Ben laughed. “Yeah, I’m…I’m very good. Eight out of ten, apparently.”

Cal patted him on the leg, and rolled off the bed. Ben watched him as he walked away, wondering if he should have offered to join him in the shower. Although maybe if he’d been less fuck-drunk, he might have realized that he wouldn’t have been welcome.