caycay | I've Been Lonely

Idia hums against Cater’s lips in idle amusement. “Not much. We have a few hours to go. Plenty of time to cuddle, have a snack, nap….” He nuzzles into his boyfriend’s hair again. There’s no doubt Cater is hard and aching, and Idia wants to alleviate that for reasons other than sympathy. He’s greedy for Cater’s pleasure.

“Personally, I could go for a snack right now,” he chuckles, tugging Cater up from the floor to settle on the comfortable bench seat beside him. His spindly fingers toy with his boyfriend’s zipper as if he’s debating what to do.

Cater's chuckling turns into a shuddered sigh as he settles in on the seat again, stretching out his legs to work out his knees a little. Even just that little teasing has him straining, a rush of headiness overcoming him, his hips instinctively turning inward toward Idia's hand. "Oh-ho! I think I have a feeling what you're hungry for."

He steals one more kiss before moving to bring his lips to Idia's neck instead. "Far be it from me to steal all the refreshments."

Smiling and briefly caressing Cater's cheek with his other hand, Idia finally draws down the zipper blocking him from his "snack." He's careful in freeing his boyfriend's erection from its confines, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles in that way Cater has come to know so well. When he twists partway in his seat and leans over Cater's lap, his flames drape over those toned thighs in a bright river of light that partially conceals the view.

Idia's breath ghosts over Cater's bared flesh in a contented sigh before the slightest hint of a warm, wet tongue swirls around the damp crown. He might not be able to fully use his mouth, but he's done in enough lollipops in his lifetime for his tongue to be pretty skilled. Combine that with the practice he's gotten with Cater and his physical disadvantages aren't such a detriment. He hums in delight, lips nibbling down the shaft, tongue laving back up the pulsing vein.

All it takes is the hot tease of Idia's breath against him to make him shudder again with desire. Cater leans back against his seat, hands getting lost in that beautiful hair. There's always this instinctive jolt of anxiety that hits when Idia's mouth gets close to his crotch--but he trusts him, making that trepidation enhance the experience.

He wants to watch the changes in Idia's hair, the subtle shifting of the light, but he can't keep his eyes from fluttering closed, sucking in air as he keeps his breath as even as possible. "You're getting really good at that," he groans, keeping his voice low so he doesn't risk blurting out a loud moan. It figures--Idia's always been a fast learner.

Sometimes he feels a brush of the smooth front of Idia's teeth and his fingers tense, abdomen clenching, only to exhale in a muted gasp as wet tongue and warm lips work him up higher. "You told me not to hold back," he says then as he strokes Idia's hair, "so I'm expecting you to go all out, too."

He knows Cater's nervous about his teeth, though Idia's sure his own trepidation is actually worse. Hurting his boyfriend would stick in his memory forever, he's certain. So as much as he wants to try sucking, he refuses to go further than those gentle lip-nibbles interspaced with long strokes and swirls of his tongue. He drags the smooth wetness of his inner lower lip up the underside of Cater's cock, delves into the slit at the head with the very tip of his tongue, squeezes and strokes with thin fingers. He even wriggles those fingers into Cater's pants, palm caressing his balls while one nail lightly trails along the sensitive perineum.

All the while there are soft, needy sounds in Idia's throat. Seven, how he wants to swallow Cater down to the root, feel him shudder and buck. But he loves Cater too much to cause him harm, so he laps at his treat and looks up at his boyfriend's face with those hungry golden eyes.

Eyes rolling back into his head, Cater’s heartbeat quickens as Idia shows off just how wonderfully he knows how to use his hands and tongue. How long has he fantasized about those very fingers just to have them wrapped around him so lovingly now? Sometimes—often times—it feels too good to be true. A dream he’s bound to wake up from at any moment.

Freeing one hand from his boyfriend’s hair to bite down on his knuckles, Cater’s head strains where it cranes back against the seating. His whole body arches forward, needy and desperate but he doesn’t want it to end, wants to be edged until it’s almost too much just to make the whole thing last longer.

Opening his eyes and meeting those golden hues nearly breaks his composure completely, though. By the Seven, he looks so damn sexy working him like a hard candy. Cater whimpers in his throat, feeling his pulse throb all through his body.

It's risky, so risky, but Cater's squirming and whimpering and the look in his eyes as Idia works him over is so tempting it makes him feel reckless. He draws his tongue up the underside of Cater's dick one more time in an agonizingly slow stroke, and when he reaches the tip for a lazy swirl it transitions into him licking his lips. Those damp blue petals almost conceal the dagger-like teeth as they close over the weeping slit, deeper than a kiss but not far enough to be too dangerous. It's just enough to apply a little bit of sucking pressure, Idia's cheeks hollowing slightly before his tongue squirms over his prize again.

It's a tease, a promise for something more, but how or when there's no way to know. But Idia wraps a hand around Cater and pumps, his mouth right there and hungry for his reward. All the while, those eyes watch Cater with an uncharacteristic boldness.

The boldness pays off tenfold—Cater letting out a gasp that has his mouth opening in a full O before he manages to stifle himself. His legs shake as his hips rise completely up off the seat. It’s the most Idia’s ever dared go down on him and the payoff has him seeing stars.

His orgasm overtakes him and his body strains further, completely at his lover’s mercy. Cater can’s stop his eyes from shutting as his expression twists, hand still in Idia’s hair gripping tight.

That drawn-out gasp and the shaking more than make up for the slight discomfort of having his hair pulled. Idia does his best to catch as much of Cater's seed as possible, though a few drips fall onto the fingers clamped around his boyfriend's length. Swallowing what's in his mouth, he starts to lick his hand and Cater's softening cock clean, not wanting to leave any evidence of their encounter behind for the staff. Though who is he to deny it's equally as much about teasing his overstimulated lover?

Idia licks his lips as he finally sits up, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against one of Cater's flushed cheeks. "GG. Feeling good, Cay?"

It's harder to stifle the sharp whimpers that escape him as Idia's tongue teases his red, still-throbbing member. His body falls back against his seat only for his hips to jolt involuntarily at each brush of stimulation. Clearly, Cater doesn't mind the mild torture--the hand in Idia's hair relaxing and expression dreamy.

"Mmm," he agrees, eyes still closed as he brings his arms around Idia to pull him close. "So, so good."

His heartbeat is still spiked under his skin, pulse thrumming as he breathes through the aftershocks. Following such frantic pleasuring, there's only one (other) thing on his mind:

"Cuddle time?"

Of course it’s cuddle time. With both of them cleaned up and everything tucked away, Idia pulls Cater into his arms. Laying kisses over his lover’s hair and forehead, the taller boy sighs in contentment.

“We can’t behave when we haven’t seen each other in a week. No self-control.” Another kiss in Cater’s hair, this one lingering long enough for him to breathe that familiar scent. “No regrets, either.”

Cater gets comfortable tucked against Idia's neck and can't help chuckling. He feels so braindead in the most perfect kind of way, arms wrapped around Idia's slim waist and body tangled against him like a matching puzzle piece. "Absolutely none," he agrees. "I'm like a total, insatiable nympho around you. Am I a bad influence?"

If he is, still no regrets--and his tone is playful anyway.

"Only if you think me going from almost no drive to single-target super horny is bad." Idia chuckles, soaking up the warmth of Cater's body against his. "It feels great, it puts us both in a good mood... why not go for it whenever we can?"

Especially now that they're out from under the tyrannical rules of Heartslabyul and the need to be sneaky. There won't be anyone at the cabin to pry them apart, and no one at STYX would dare to say a word to the son of the directors as long as work is getting done. It feels like they've thrown off actual physical restraints that they'd spent most of their time wearing at NRC. They're practically adults now, responsible for themselves.

"Uh, I'm insatiable, so it's definitely not bad." He laughs thinking about how it's turning him into more of a shut-in. Just because he can hardly pry himself away from his mega-adorable nerdy lover. "What would you even do with me if I was so hot and needy at all hours otherwise?"

It would've likely been a bit more stressful--because of course, the way he feels about Idia doesn't have anything to do with the sex. The sex is just so much better because of the feelings involved. He wouldn't want to put Idia in a position where he's uncomfortable trying to make him happy. But at the same time, he's sure Idia wouldn't want Cater to repress himself.

From this view, though, knowing it's a non-issue, there isn't any harm joking about it.

There’s something about the look Idia gives him at that question: something both serious and teasing, knowing and yet curious. He strokes Cater’s hair and hums in thought. “Well… I have my ways. One way or another, I won’t ever leave you unsatisfied.”

He’s grateful that he enjoys sex with Cater so much, of course. But where his boyfriend still has the advantage of greater experience, Idia has an advantage all his own, namely his genius. Cater has no idea what’s in store for him at the cabin, much less when they get to STYX. His quiet smile grows into a toothy grin at the thought, one of those signature odd giggles softly slipping out.

Cater tilts his head up to look at Idia's face as he gives his response. He raises his eyebrows, grin crooked and curious. "When you get that tone, I know you're up to no good."

Sacrificing the hug he has around his boyfriend for just a moment, Cater reaches up to pinch both of Idia's cheeks gently between his thumbs and forefingers. "Plotting something sinful, my sexy mad genius?"

With his cheeks squished, Idia breaks down into a sustained fit of his signature giggle, his eyes gleaming. He looks so happy, so playful.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he snickers, reaching up to boop Cater’s nose. “Silly Cater-gator, I can’t give away all my secrets.”

They’re acting like a couple of saps and Idia loves it. Even all these months later, this feels like the best dream ever and he never wants to wake up. If only he hadn’t been so afraid three years ago!

Cater-gator! Laughing, Cater leans up to plant a big, enthusiastic kiss on Idia's lips. He's still giggling when he lets go of his boyfriend's face to wrap his arms around him again and get back into prime cuddling position. "You know what? I think I love you more every single day."

How can he want this single moment to last forever just as hard as he wants the train ride to hurry up and be over so they can put their hands all over each other.

Idia’s heart flutters at those words, his teasing grin softening into a mushy smile. Cater is his best friend, his boyfriend, his heart and soul. His whole life has turned around for the better because of this sweet, silly ginger boy.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, the trip will go fast enough, and eventually they’ll be alone. For now, cuddling is recharging Idia’s batteries. “If I loved you any more than I already do, I think my heart would pop like a balloon. I can feel it everywhere. It’s a good feeling, really good.”

Taking a deep breath, Cater lets it out with a noise of content. Nuzzling into his neck like an adoring kitten, he closes his eyes and enjoys the ambiance. Idia's heartbeat, the thrum of the train's movement. "I better be careful, in that case," he murmurs. "Being that I'm so adorable and all that."

He doesn't feel tired, doesn't want to fall asleep, but the sheer comfort he feels finally being in Idia's arms makes it hard not to drift off. "Do you wanna watch something, or do you wanna take a nap?"

“Compromise. I’ll put something on, and if we go mentally AFK then it’s NBD.” Either way, they’re not letting go of each other.

Idia’s bag is close enough for him to snag his tablet, so he grabs it and pulls up the next episode of an anime they’ve been watching. He calls over his drone and fastens the tablet to the hovering skull, nudging it into a position where they can both see the screen. He feels drowsy but he’ll probably stay awake for a bit, if only to watch Cater’s face rather than the show.

"Works for me," Cater agrees, fingers idly caressing his boyfriend in simple, fond touches. As the episode reaches a quiet moment, he feels a touch of nostalgia and lets out a slight chuckle.

"Hey," he says, "do you remember those super obscure anime stickers you sent me to use on messenger, as a birthday gift?"

"Huh?" Idia's halfway dozing at that point, lulled by those light caresses. It takes him a moment to remember what Cater's talking about. Oh, it's the same anime they're watching now, isn't it? He thinks so... that might've been freshman year, before they became friends. A desperation gift, something to be polite, but now it's another point of connection between them, something fun they share. He definitely pays far more attention to Cater and their interactions now. "Oh yeah. Don't remember which set, but I'm pretty sure it was this show."

Cater's chuckle turns into a more vibrant giggle as he presses his face into Idia's chest briefly. "Yeah, it is--I'd totally forgotten to ask you about it before, what the name of the show was called. But I was just thinking about it. Back then...it made me so happy to get a gift from you."

Most people would probably think it was such a lame, throwaway gift. A digital sticker pack--not only a cheap, intangible item, but something super random that he probably wasn't into at all. One might think that Idia had been trying to pick something frustrating.

"It meant that I had an excuse to message you, and something to learn more about so we could talk about it together." That hadn't happened, of course, because Cater hadn't been able to find the anime, but it gave him an in to ask for recommendations. Even if Idia hadn't really warmed up to him at the time, it was more than he'd ever expected.

To his credit, Idia does look mildly embarrassed. "I had no idea what to do. I mean, I know what I was expected to do, but I didn't know anything about you other than the whole Magicam thing. The stickers were an 'I panicked and it was the first thing I thought of' gift."

But having Cater there, snuggling and clearly happy without the least bit of resentment, eases the urge to apologize for the old almost-snub. "You get much better gifts now, at least. And it doesn't have to be a special occasion."

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