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Zayne had experienced a number of lows in his life. He had come to accept that, unfortunately, with his line of work? Sometimes losses were unavoidable. But nothing could top one of the greatest losses he'd ever experience:
Being rejected.
Truth be told, he had seen it coming, but it didn't hurt any less. At the very least, he was turned down before there was any serious hope for a romantic relationship. Nipping it in the bud before it got too bad.
If he thought about it a bit more, there was also an ethical dilemma there too. A doctor dating his patient? Who was also his childhood friend? His license would be at risk, and she'd have to find a doctor as qualified as him to take care of her (which would be difficult, if not impossible).
It was for the best, as much as it hurt. He'd get past it in time.
Tonight though, he'd let himself feel his feelings unashamedly. Shower, comfortable clothes, and something ridiculous on television to distract himself. Not the greatest, but it was better than stewing. A quiet night just may have been what he needed, until something came along to say otherwise.
*BZZT BZZT BZZT*
C: “Hey Zayyyynie.”
Oh god.
Zayne let out a sigh, picking up his phone.
Z: “A little early to be drinking, Caleb.”
C: “I'm not drunk. But a little black mechanical birdie told me you may need company tonight.”
Of course he knew. The bastard had his eyes everywhere. To have the gall to also suggest Zayne have company tonight was unbelievable. But…
Maybe this could be what he needed instead.
Z: “Not really. But I have been staying at home far too much.”
Z: “Where are you?”
C: “The usual place. Come on, I'll pay this time; I'll even order something from the dessert menu?”
Z: “Alright. I'll be there soon.”
C: “Whoever said an apple a day keeps a doctor away clearly hasn't met me.”
C: “Drive carefully, see ya when you get here.”
The usual place?
A casual bar nestled in a corner of Linkon, it was a hidden gem with its own secrets one would only see if they went in. Many of the patrons here were same sex couples, or individuals seeking conversation with those who were accepting or even someone like them.
It wasn't openly advertised as such, but simply became one of the better meeting spots over time. A safe haven of sorts.
It was no secret that Zayne's inclinations were, as some would say, ‘unbiased’. His attraction to many sexes and genders was something he was always open about. His childhood friend, Caleb, was no different, nor were any of their friends; none of them, however, remembered how they came across this place.
Out of nowhere it became their ‘usual spot’ when one or more in their social group needed to just escape life's problems.
When Zayne arrived, he did one last check in the car mirror; a quick ruffle of his hair to make sure it didn't look too neat, and he was good to go. At the very least, he was glad he shaved this morning. Even if Caleb had seen him in worse states, he still wished to at least look like he wasn't neglecting himself. His chosen outfit: a black button up with matching trousers and shoes (and tie, though he wondered why bother a little too late).
A classic that fits every occasion, and would get no complaints that said ‘I can pull myself together’. At least he hoped it did.
When Zayne finally plucked the nerve to go inside, the bar was in its usual state; calm, most people were already occupied with their dates or other prospects. Meanwhile at the bar itself was Caleb, sitting alone, nursing a beer to himself. The second he spotted Zayne, however, he waved him over.
“Right on time; just like everyone's favorite doctor. Come on.” He teased, patting the seat next to him before calling the bartender over. “Something non-alcoholic to start, preferably on the sweeter side.”
The bartender nodded, and Zayne soon joined. “You didn't need to order for me.”
“Well you don't like to drink, and you have a sweet tooth. So at least have this, the rest you can order yourself.” Caleb shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. “I'm actually surprised you came. You haven't been coming here lately with us.”
“You invited me out. And someone will need to take you home once you drink yourself stupid.” Zayne replied dryly, giving the bartender a quick ‘thank you’ when they returned with his drink, and he took a sip. “Are we waiting for anyone else?”
Caleb shook his head. “Nah, ‘Skye’ can't make it out, Rafayel has a gallery-”
“And Xavier?”
“Sleeping. You know the drill. But enough of that.” He began to tap his fingers on the bar. “So… you gonna tell me about what happened or am I going to have to pry it out of you?”
Of course that's why Caleb called him out. Zayne had a hunch, and yet, he was still annoyed.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Does everyone know what happened?”
Caleb shrugged. “It happens, Zayne, there's not much you can do about it. You always do everything you can, sometimes that's all you can do and hope. You can't do everything perfectly.”
The fact that Caleb of all people was making any bit of sense was just another kick to him while he was down.
Zayne didn't know how to feel besides disappointment. “I know. Time heals all wounds, as cliche as it sounds. But it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt now.”
“Exactly. Give it time, and you can put this one behind you, and any that may follow after, Heaven forbid.”
Zayne furrowed his brow. “Thank you for your complete lack of faith in me.”
“That's not what I meant; I meant that you're a skilled doctor, you can't save every patient. You give your everything for everyone, and that shows.”
Wait.
Zayne blinked, eyes widened in surprise. “Caleb, what do you think happened?”
Caleb looked dumbstruck. “I… I thought a surgery went bad, and you lost a patient. And you were upset because of a mistake during the surgery.” He was floundering. “Wait, what else happened? What were you talking about?”
“I didn't lose a patient, Caleb. I am not even scheduled for any surgeries.” Zayne buried his face in his hands, groaning into them. “… I got rejected. Romantically speaking.”
Caleb's eyes shot wide open. “Wait, what? Why didn't I know about this? I didn't even know you were confessing! Who was it anyway?”
“It was none of your business.”
“But I'm your best friend!”
“Can you not be like this, and be my friend then?”
Immediately Caleb quieted down, almost sheepishly breaking the silence between them. “... I'm sorry.”
“Thank you.” Zayne took a deep breath. “You know who it was anyways, no need to play dumb. We fought over her before. Who else would it be?”
Right, how could he forget? Those two fought over her for so long, it was a miracle she didn't notice. To hear this though was completely unexpected.
“And here I thought she'd choose you. Damn…” the pilot lamented, and then, he chuckled. “I mean, it sucks, but think it through for the long run, Zayne. You guys are probably better off separate. Besides your work, we've all always also been good friends, we grew up together, and-”
Something about his response bothered him. Caleb was far too casual about this. Too relaxed, a little too helpful. He was partially expecting Caleb to lay the sympathetic wingman act thick, but not to this degree.
And then, a thought came to mind. Or rather a revelation.
“Oh my God, you got rejected too, didn't you?”
Caleb froze on the spot. Nail meets coffin. The pilot groaned out loud, burying his face in his hands in shame. “Yes, I did too. Rub it in, why don't you.” He grumbled under his breath, letting out a heavy sigh. “Admit it, doc. We're BOTH pathetic.”
“That we are.” Zayne chuckled softly, bitterly. “So, when did she turn you down?”
“... Four months ago.” Caleb muttered, taking a heavy sip of his beer. “I don't necessarily blame her, she had her reasons that I couldn't argue with. I had time to get past it, and I am, almost completely. But I am still struggling to hang out with her as a friend. Baby steps.”
“How did you get past it?”
“What else?” Caleb let out a derisive snort. “I drank, felt my feelings, and had a really bad one time fling with someone who still gives me grief for it to this day.”
That alone nearly made Zayne choke on his drink. “Please don't tell me it was someone we both know.”
“Oh god no; Rafayel barely tolerates me, you know that. He'd sooner try to drown me than fuck me. Xavier goes at it like a rabbit from what I was told. My legs and hips would be out of commission for days. Or he'd wring me out by riding me to death.”
“What about Sylus?”
Caleb shuddered. “Sylus looks like he'd have me chained to a wall or try to put a leash and collar on me. Plus he’s bigger than both of us, do you really want to know if it's the same somewhere else?”
Zayne had to hold back a laugh. “Appearances are deceiving; from what I hear, he's the biggest softie out of all of us. I've also never known you to run away from a challenge.”
Which was likely why she chose him out of all her potential suitors. Zayne couldn't blame her though; if he were in her shoes, he'd likely do the same. He wouldn't dare tell Caleb just who they were turned down for though. That was a conversation Sylus could have on his own, and the consequences could be his to bear.
Was he petty for leaving that for the white-haired bastard to do? Perhaps, but at least it'd be a minor recompense for neglecting to disclose his budding relationship with their mutual ‘friend’.
“Yeah well, whatever he does, good luck to whoever has the confidence to fuck him. Or whoever he fucks.” Caleb sighed into his beer, finishing it off before ordering another one. “Speaking of, you've been dedicated to your crush for a while; did you ever try to see other people during that time?”
Ah yes, the one (and possibly only) source of Zayne's shame: the indiscretionary flings. He had three, all before he reunited with her.
They weren't even out of love, just urges and a bit of curiosity. The first time was during a camping trip with him and a few friends during his first year residency at the hospital. A shared tent after they had been drinking, some talking led to a shared moment of weakness neither had spoken about since. They hardly even cross paths anymore.
The other two were just that; one time flings with people he couldn't even remember. But after the reunion, he became too focused on her, work also made him busy. Between his own feelings and his duties, he had little time for personal relationships, let alone casual sex.
‘When was the last time?’
Counting on his fingers, he began to do the math. The longer it took, the more surprised he became himself. Has it really been that long? Come to think of it, when was the last time he even handled himself? Even Caleb looked shocked as he struggled to think of a proper answer.
“Zayne, the fact that you have to actually think about how long it's been says it's been way too long.”
“Not all of us have the time to indulge in physical relationships.” He replied. “Besides, I've become a bit more discerning in my partners since my last encounter.”
Caleb huffed. “You always were difficult to please. Not really a bad thing, but it's more punishing on you when you can't choose.” The pilot peeked around the room; hardly a soul that was free littered about the bar. “So, hear me out. If you wanted to find someone to sleep with tonight… who'd you pick? Describe your type.”
That's the one question he couldn't ever really answer: Zayne didn't necessarily have a ‘type’, at least as far as looks go.
“I can't say. The times I felt genuine attraction to someone, it was after I developed a connection with them.” Zayne showed a half-smile, though it looked more bitter and lonely than happy. “I suppose that's why I developed a crush on them. Growing up together… bonding the way we did, it was difficult not to form an attachment.”
“Ah ah ah– we're not thinking about broken hearts right now. Just… okay hypothetically, pick someone here already.” Caleb looked around the bar, scanning the patrons who seemed to be alone. Immediately his eyes set on someone, a younger patron, probably only a year or two younger than him. Pretty face, amazing build, soft skin and kissable lips that even had Caleb’s attention. “What about them?”
Zayne pinched the bridge of his nose. “Caleb, I can't just pick and go. I did it twice and it was… unsatisfying. And it's also just not a wise idea; sex with complete strangers can lead to unfortunate consequences if you're not careful.”
Caleb rolled his eyes, giving him a slight nudge with his elbow. “For fucks sake, Zayne, just… turn the ‘Doctor Zayne’ switch off for the night, and be just regular Zayne. It's all hypothetical anyways, there's no harm in thinking about it. Let yourself have a little fun.”
He had a point; maybe Zayne was being too much of a professional. There weren't any intentions to cure his broken heart with another body to keep him warm, but at least, maybe he could relax a little. Let go.
“Alright. How about we take a shot to start the night then. Lead the way.”
“Easy there, tiger.” Caleb chuckled. “But I like where this is going.”
Two shots. One for each of them. The night had just started, and neither would be prepared for how it'd end.
—-------
One shot turned into a stiff drink. And then another. And another…
Zayne cut himself off after the third drink, his head a haze, meanwhile Caleb was pleasantly buzzed. And on his fourth.
Caleb wasn't always able to tolerate alcohol, but many bad, beer-filled college parties changed that. That his tolerance stayed even after was incredible and concerning. Not to mention his metabolism; the man could consume anything and he'd hardly gain a pound. It was enviable, and worked in his favor.
With his occupation, staying in shape had to be his priority. He was a fine-tuned ‘machine’, for lack of a better phrase.
Something Zayne was taking notice of.
Whether it was on purpose (on Caleb's part) or perhaps just his imagination toying with him was unclear. The doctor swore he could see every ridge beneath Caleb's shirt. The delicately refined muscles underneath. The kind of build that showed he was no slouch, but enough to demand your attention without being off-putting.
The doctor kept staring. Taking him in.
Did it always just… cling to him like that?
Then there were his lips; before he seemed to neglect them. After Rafayel had enough of seeing them ignored, he had gotten into the habit of using at least a balm to care for them. They had a subtle sheen to them, soft, inviting. And the peek of his collarbones, flushed a muted red, the same as his cheeks and ears.
Zayne thought nothing but how pretty the color was. And would they turn darker if he was maybe feeling shy, or even aroused.
Wait, what was he thinking?
Having those kinds of thoughts about his best friend, and Caleb of all people. Right after he had just gotten rejected too?
How could he even think of such a scenario? Since when had he become so desperate?
Zayne sighed to himself. “I'm terrible…” he muttered quietly.
Caleb, however, wasn't about to let him lament all evening. “Oh come on, Zaynie. Lighten up!”
His heartbeat suddenly leapt, pounding furiously for a brief few seconds. Enough to make him feel worrisome. “Maybe it's time for you to go home.”
“Slight problem with that doc.” Caleb hummed. “I took a cab here and there's no way back to Skyhaven at this hour.”
Of course there wasn't; this wouldn't be the first time Caleb would have to borrow his couch because of his poor planning. And it certainly wouldn't be the last. Zayne wasn’t in a comfortable state to drive either, and it was too far of a walk in their condition; they had no choice in how to get back home.
“Alright. You can sleep it off at my house tonight. But tomorrow, you're coming with me to get the car.”
Caleb chuckled. “Deal. Call one of the auto-piloted cabs, they'll get here faster.”
“And twice as expensive.”
Caleb rolled his eyes. “Do you REALLY want to make small talk with a stranger all the way home?”
Small talk would be the least of his problems.
Because once a cab was hailed, Caleb and Zayne in the backseat, it felt like all the thoughts the doctor tried to ignore came back tenfold. He was regretting drinking as much as he had, as he struggled to keep his less than wholesome thoughts at bay. What's worse, they had to take a different route home, one that made the trip home longer than normal.
Right next to him, so close he could feel the warmth of his body, was his best friend. Intoxicated, acting so nonchalantly about the lack of personal space between them. And all Zayne could think about was how he wanted to see the pilot weak and wanting beneath him.
‘It’s just the alcohol. You're lonely. Don't ruin things.’
In the meantime, Zayne tried to distract himself, and Caleb, with casual conversation. All he had to do was keep them both occupied. If he was careful, he could survive this unfortunate situation with his pride intact, and their friendship unmarred.
He shouldn't be looking at his best friend like that to begin with. Not when he's thinking with other parts of his body and not his heart.
Zayne talked himself down in his mind, forcing himself to consider the consequences.
What if Caleb was drunker than they thought? What if he regretted it? It was already bad enough they were in love with the same girl. Adding sex to the mix? He wouldn't know what to do with himself if things took a turn for the worst.
But anytime he stole glances at the pilot, he felt his face grow warm.
The closer he got, he could also smell something; a cologne that teased the senses. Aromatic wood, bourbon, what smelled like… Vanilla?
He smelled delectable. Something he wanted to sink his teeth into. To taste.
“... yne. Zaaaaynie. Earth to Zayne.”
His eyes widened, focus snapped back into place at the sound of his name. “Hmm? What is it?”
“I asked you a question, dummy.” Caleb hummed. “You never told me when the last time you spent the night with someone was.”
Again. It may be best to just rip the bandaid off. Humor him. Just this once.
“... It’s been at least a year. Maybe a little longer.”
Caleb whistled. “My condolences. Who was it?”
“A man I met at a party hosted by some interns at the hospital. He was a non-staff plus-one. It wasn't an enjoyable experience. I've been put off by sex with strangers since.”
He grimaced. “Was it that bad?”
Zayne was going to regret this.
“Their enthusiasm felt forced, as if they were imitating someone from pornography, and there was far too much tongue when kissing. I was also inexperienced, so I tried to perform, but we didn't go the entire way.” Zayne furrowed his brow. “It was not a good time, better to forget. After that, I got far too busy with work to look for anything.”
“A shame, though again; you can be hard to please. Not really a bad thing, but you gotta compromise somewhere.”
“Is there a reason why you're asking me this? Besides you being too drunk to realize how weird it is to talk about this to your best friend?”
Right there, Zayne would realize just how badly he messed up asking that question. He could feel a hand on his thigh, and Caleb somehow moved closer.
Caleb lowered his voice. “Maybe it's because I'm trying to drop a hint.”
This was bad.
Already the heat was pooling to his stomach.
Zayne swallowed a breath. “Caleb.” He could feel the hand on his thigh go further inwards. “We’ve been drinking.”
“Just means you'll taste like those sweet cocktails you were drinking.” He purred. “You said you can't be attracted or aroused by strangers, why not someone you know?”
Logic and reasoning were not on his side right now; for the longest time, he felt himself above his baser desires. His only saving grace was that the car they were in was self-driving. It was just the two of them, so the only witness to the doctor potentially making an ass out of himself? The pilot next to him, determined to let that happen.
“We shouldn't do this here.” Zayne stated. “We don't know if there's cameras in here for security purposes. You could get us banned from using their services.”
“Oh, don't want to give anyone a show?” He teased, reaching for Zayne's glasses, carefully removing them. “Don't want anyone seeing you getting off with anyone?”
Zayne's cheeks flushed red. “I don't like sharing things only meant for my eyes.”
Whether they knew it at the time or not, Zayne gave Caleb his answer.
—-------
The car ride was spent as well as it could be; Caleb filled in the silence by showing Zayne every funny video he came across, and asking him far too many personal questions. All the while the doctor was struggling not to let his imagination of his best friend naked get the better of him.
He had to be doing it on purpose. His friend just casually hinted at them having sex, and now he was ignoring any rules of personal space.
If not to remind him he was there, maybe it was Caleb's way of trying to keep Zayne looking at him.
After all, if he kept looking, he'd keep fantasizing.
When they finally got into the house, Zayne took the lead. Shoes were left at the door in exchange for comfortable slippers, and the doctor led his companion to his room, his arm slung around Zayne's shoulders for support.
“Just for tonight you can use my bed, it's more comfortable than the sofa.”
Caleb snickered. “Why not just share with me?”
Zayne sighed. “Don't be a troublemaker.” He replied flatly.
“Zayne, you haven't had sex for a year. A year!” The pilot claimed, emphasizing his words. “What's a drunken fling between best friends? Everyone does it.”
“You'd regret it in the morning.”
“Would I?” He hummed. “... You didn't say anything about you regretting it.”
God he was being persistent. And it was working. Just being in his proximity was testing him.
Zayne set Caleb on the edge of his bed, trying to step away before Caleb grabbed his tie, tugging him down. The gesture alone shot right through his chest, and sent a shiver down his spine.
He never felt so pathetic yet turned on in his life. The heat in his face was starting to show, and Caleb took notice.
“You're blushing.” Caleb teased. “You only turn red when you’re embarrassed or turned on. And nothing embarrasses you.”
Zayne was losing his patience, and his restraint. His head was getting fuzzy, like Caleb's presence alone was intoxicating him. The scent of his cologne teased his senses, and the smell of sweet alcohol on his breath.
He should've pulled away, taken his tie out of his friend's hands, anything besides the unholy thoughts going through his mind.
But he didn't. He didn't want to.
Instead, he took Caleb's hand, holding it. “Did you invite me out to the bar because you intended to do this the entire time?”
Caleb hummed, leaning back, and dragging Zayne closer to him. He was practically lying back on the bed, and Zayne was forced to hover over him, hands on either side of the man beneath him.
“I invited you out because I was lonely and missed my favorite doctor.”
The corner of Zayne's mouth tugged the slightest bit upward for a second, falling almost immediately after. “Sounds like you're less lonely and more like you're amorous.”
Caleb pouted, maneuvering his leg so his knee was right between Zayne's legs. Gently, he pushed it against his crotch, the doctor groaned, closing his eyes. Caleb lightly grinded his knee against him, he could feel how hard Zayne was even through his pants.
The thought of it alone was enough to make Caleb’s heart pound.
“Says the horny snowman who's pitching a tent while still trying to sound like he's not thinking the same thing.” He smirked. “You say it's a bad idea but you would've left me here if you didn't want this too. Or at least didn't consider it as an option.”
‘... Fuck it.’
He couldn't explain it.
Something in him snapped. His last bit of reason was gone. He could regret this in the morning, and deal with it later.
One night. One stupid mistake to get over his broken heart, he could live with it, and eventually move on. At the very least, this stupid mistake wouldn't be just his alone.
Zayne took hold of Caleb's chin, directing his gaze at him. “Just remember you started this.”
It was over for him.
Zayne's lips sealed Caleb's. That one step over the line was all that was needed for the rest to follow.
The kiss wasn't rushed, it was careful, precise, like he was aiming to take Caleb apart piece by piece. Anytime Zayne tried to pull away, Caleb pulled him right back in. He wasn't going to let the doctor get away easily. Even if he had to use that damned tie like a leash.
So when Zayne finally succeeded in breaking away? Caleb backed further into the bed, practically pulling Zayne with him. Something Caleb didn't expect the doctor to allow him to do.
“You really must be pent up if you're letting me yank you around by your tie.” He teased. “Unless you're into it.”
By the blush on Zayne's cheeks, Caleb hit the nail on the head. “... And if I am?”
Caleb snickered, giving his tie another pull. “The strict professional with a kinky side?” He playfully gasped, feigning surprise. “The scandal.”
If there was one thing Zayne knew Caleb to be adept at, was taunting people to get what he wanted. It was always like that, even as youngsters. He was always sweet to their childhood friend, playing the part of the dutiful ‘guardian’. But with Zayne? It was like he did a complete one-eighty. Always goading the doctor to get something from him, usually his attention and time.
A trait he carried into the bedroom, it seemed.
Zayne took Caleb's hand in his own, the very same that held the tie as if it were a leash, and gave it a squeeze. “I can't always be professional.”
Kisses started to begin again, this time more heated, more fervent. Caleb worked on the buttons of Zayne's shirt as he got his tie, tossing both to the side, the pilot's shirt and belt joining them, both of their trousers as well, leaving both of them in their boxers. The doctor took a moment to admire his friend's body, while his hands explored it.
It was annoying just how perfect he looked. Like the universe was taunting him by putting such a figure on one of the few people he shouldn't have.
Finely toned muscles, hips and chest yearning to be touched. Nary a mark on his skin. And right below his navel, a faint trail of dark hair that led downwards, the rest concealed by his underwear. Glancing up, he saw red on Caleb's cheeks.
A faint smile flitted to Zayne's lips, fingers trailing along the subtle trail of hair. “Cute.”
Caleb chuckled, almost sarcastically. “You think a ‘happy trail’ is cute? Weirdo.” Just before he could give another snappy reply, his breath halted in his throat.
The pilot felt something against him. Something hard, and big.
Zayne was grinding slowly against him, despite the thin layers of cloth between them.
If his face wasn't feeling intensely hot, no doubt any color would have drained out of it. Caleb knew enough how Zayne was endowed, he had seen outlines of it through his underwear in gym locker rooms plenty of times. Never did he imagine it feeling like this, and with layers of cloth between them still.
It was clear what Zayne's intentions were, and it had the pilot flushed to his ears.
Caleb let out a plaintive whine, biting into his lip. “Zayne–” Another push, this one had a shiver running up his spine. “God…”
A chill ran up Zayne's spine whenever Caleb spoke. The way he said his name should've been a crime.
It was unfair.
Zayne groaned, grinding a little harder, swallowing down a moan. It had been so long, more than he could stand. It felt like his head was already going fuzzy. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he became enticed from simply grinding himself against someone.
Caleb reached for Zayne's hand, only to end up grabbing his wrist instead. The doctor's hips stopped there, looking to the man beneath him curiously.
“Keep humping away at me like that and there won't be anything left there for you, dummy.” He said, moving his hand towards right where his hardened, clothed length was. Neglected, in need of attention. “I want more.”
Zayne swallowed a breath. If he was going to do this, he could kill two birds with one stone. And get a pretty view while doing it. His gaze was cast toward the bedside table, namely the drawer.
“Reach into the nightstand, there's a clear bottle.” He instructed, and Caleb listened.
Thankfully, Zayne was always the sort to keep even his personal items organized. It didn't take long for Caleb to fish out the item in question. A bottle of lubricant, used maybe a couple of times, but clearly none recently. Zayne took it in hand, looking it over.
“Did you want only the front?” Zayne asked. “Or are you alright with other areas too.”
It didn't take a genius to figure out just what Zayne meant, and the question alone was enough to make Caleb appear almost… embarrassed?
The doctor raised a brow. “Do you not want to?”
“No no, it's not that. Just.” Caleb refused to look Zayne in the eye. This was his idea, but his nerves started catching up. “I've… I've only tried it once using my own fingers, and I could barely get one in without it hurting. No one else has tried.”
The fuzziness in Zayne's mind persisted, the thought of Caleb being inexperienced gave him a shameless thrill. Like a small spark within him was being fanned to a bonfire.
This presented a perfect opportunity.
“Do you want me to try?” He asked. “We’ll go slow, and stop if you don't like it.”
Caleb hesitated. Even if Zayne was as inexperienced as he was, he was also a doctor. No doubt he'd at least know how not to hurt him, at least not too much. And so, he gave Zayne a nod, and immediately, Caleb threw an arm over his eyes.
Drunk or no, he couldn't bear to see the look on Zayne's face when he could see everything.
Zayne, however, got to work. He carefully tugged Caleb's boxers down, revealing the rest of him, and what he saw had him aching with need to his core.
Of course that part of Caleb was just as pretty as the rest of him. Perfect in color, the tip blush red like his cheeks. It was practically weeping pre against his stomach. The dusting of dark hair running down his lower stomach stopped just before his cock, a perfect trail.
Zayne, however, had another idea. As much as he'd wish to see Caleb's face, for a first timer, there was a better way to do this. And maybe it'd spare Caleb some minor humiliation if he was so determined to hide himself.
“Turn yourself over, your hips slightly raised in the air.”
Of course he hesitated, but did as instructed. Caleb wasn't sure what position was worse: Zayne being able to see everything from the front, or looking directly at his entrance from behind. With a little repositioning, Caleb was mostly resting on the bed against the pillows, hips and rear in the air just enough for Zayne to work comfortably. And give him perfect access to everything.
As much as it hurt to wait, knowing what he did now, Zayne was going to take his time with Caleb. Ease into it slowly, let him fall apart until he was begging. No matter how much he just wanted to bend Caleb over and hear him cry out.
A click of the bottle opening, Caleb soon felt a strong chill up his spine, a sudden cold shock at his entrance that had him whimpering. He didn't know whether it hurt outright or felt so good it became painful. All he knew was he felt the pads of Zayne's fingers stroking the rim. Slowly, gently, making sure it was sufficiently ‘wet’. The way the lubricant dripped down, leaving a glistening trail was almost criminal.
Caleb couldn't keep back the whines at every pass of his fingers. “Fuck me…” he groaned.
“Not yet.” Zayne replied. “Relax, take deep breaths.”
It was a difficult task, but soon, Caleb started to breathe a bit easier. When he finally managed to ease himself, that's when he felt it. One of Zayne's fingers slipped inside, and he slowly began to pump it in and out.
Caleb whined and moaned at each throat. “F-fuck… God–”
“Good?”
Caleb gripped into the sheets. “I-I don't know. Not bad, just strange.” He panted. “Couldn't get this deep– hah, on my own.”
Zayne paused. “Did you want to stop?”
Silence, and he could see Caleb shake his head, taking another deep breath. “... I'm okay. Keep going.”
And so Zayne did, carefully stretching Caleb out. He could hear him give a warning about adding a second, and though Caleb tried to relax, his body tensed up at the sensation.
He wanted to cry out in pleasure, but also hide away. Even in bed, Zayne worked with surgical precision. His inexperience didn't help; the last (and only time) he even had sex, he couldn't enjoy it fully. During, he found himself distracted with thoughts of his rejected crush. Right now, however, someone else took their place: the doctor currently stretching him out.
His only solace was that he was not forced to look at the man while he worked him open.
“Zayne, how long–” A moan managed to sneak its way out, despite his best efforts to contain it. “How long do you plan on doing this?”
“Patience.” Zayne replied. His fingers continued, almost like he was looking for something. “You’ll see why soon.”
Caleb growled in frustration. “I'm not fragile, I can ha– ah!” Suddenly, it felt like a powerful jolt shot up his spine. He briefly saw white, skin shuddering at a sensation he could only describe as euphoric. “What the hell..?”
And when he briefly caught a glimpse of Zayne behind him, he could see the faintest hint of a smile.
“Found it.” Zayne simpered, before letting his fingers stroke that hidden spot within Caleb again, watching the pilot grow weak already. “Tired already?”
Caleb groaned, gripping into the sheets. “God, you're irritating when you act smug…” Another press, and Caleb was keening. “Mmh!”
The doctor was not one to torment his partners too much, but there was a certain gratification making Caleb fall apart so easily. A little payback for his antics earlier. He would make it up to the pilot later; right now, he wanted more from him.
“Breathe.” He instructed calmly, dominant, but comforting. “If you pass out, I'd rather it be after you have come.”
Of course he was that type in bed, as if Caleb didn't have enough reasons to not leave. Zayne continued his methodical torment of his body. His fingers kept working against that spot, agonizingly slow. Caleb could feel his cock seeping, like he was on the precipice of climax, but when he got close? Zayne pulled him back.
The pilot was becoming a whimpering mess, desperate. His head was in a fog, thoughts becoming difficult to form. It felt like his hips were about ready to give out and collapse. Just when he was about ready to give up, he felt it.
A hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while his fingers circled around that spot in him.
It was maddening.
“Fuck…” Caleb whined. “You're evil.”
Oh he was, and he could be so much worse. “Behave yourself, and you'll get more.”
And so he tried; Caleb sat as still as he could, but even if he kept still, he couldn't keep quiet. Zayne was stroking that spot, and his cock like it was the most natural thing for him. The doctor was uttering words that sounded like praises but were seeped in sin.
‘You’re doing so good’
‘Keep making those sounds. I want to hear you more.’
‘Just a little longer, you can do it.’
Caleb was trying his best, but even he was hitting his limit.
“Zayne, I can't– can't hold on.” he whined. “Zayne, please.”
There it was, the magic word he wanted to hear Caleb say all night. A little pleading for relief. A little repositioning, and soon, Zayne finally gave the pilot what he had been wanting. His fingers toyed with that spot without cease, while the hand on Caleb's cock stroked him without mercy, or a hint of stopping.
Caleb fell fast from the edge, practically screaming as his vision went white again. He swore he could see stars.
“Fuck, fuck– oh god, Z-zayne!” Words were getting more difficult. “I'm gonna cum, gonna cu–!”
Caleb could feel tears forming in the corner of his eye. Before long, he felt it; his body tensing up before feeling as if it had gone completely limp, spilling into Zayne's hand. It felt like he couldn't stop, like even his hips moved on their own to thrust into the doctor's hand.
There was a ringing in his ears that blocked out the sounds of his own cries. And Zayne? He kept going as Caleb was losing himself until he felt his body relax, and go practically limp. He was making sure the first time Caleb felt pleasure from this would be one he wouldn't forget so soon.
By the time Zayne let him go, Caleb practically fell into the bed. Everything between his thighs felt sticky, his lungs desperate for air, and finally, Zayne let him rest to recuperate. Caleb could feel a gentle stroke of a cool hand on his hip. If he wasn't completely blissed out of his mind, he'd find it almost sweet.
“You did well.” Zayne spoke, his voice far gentler than earlier. He gave Caleb's hip a barely there squeeze. “You should take a break–”
Caleb wasn't going to let him finish that sentence. Tired or not, he grabbed Zayne's hand, keeping him there. It nearly made his heart stop.
Caleb swallowed a breath, eyes going dark as he moved so he was sitting up, facing Zayne. “I can keep going. Lie down.”
Zayne hesitated, but followed the pilot's demand, settling himself so he could sit upwards. Caleb got to work after, wasting little time. He tugged Zayne's boxers down, his eyes catching the doctor's cock as it was now free from its confines, and he swallowed a breath.
Up close, it was bigger than he thought.
While Zayne wasn't unrealistically well-endowed, he had enough length and girth for even Caleb to feel a little nervous. He may have even been slightly bigger than the pilot himself. A thought about whether it would even fit came to mind. No doubt if he took it entirely, he'd be sore the next day.
At the very least, his first for this would be with someone he knew. Someone who would be gentle if he asked. Maybe. He hoped.
Caleb maneuvered himself to straddle Zayne, immediately the doctor took Caleb's hips in hand. He didn't guide the pilot on him just yet, instead helping him find a comfortable spot for both of them. Just when Caleb was about to speak to ask something, Zayne reached to the side table drawer, sifting around, a furrow on his brow. Caleb could hear him swear under his breath.
He raised a brow. “What’s wrong?”
Zayne couldn't look him in the eye. “I don't have any protection.” He quietly cleared his throat. “I didn't consi-”
Caleb was tired of the hesitancy, silencing him with a clumsy, rushed kiss that had Zayne melting. He pulled away slowly, barely a breath of space between them. “We can do it without one. Just hurry.”
It felt like his heart was about to burst.
There was no room or time for protests or questions, not when Caleb immediately silenced them. If Zayne’s kisses slowly took someone apart, Caleb's made someone feel drunk. Like he was a drug, addictive knowing full well he's not one to be toyed with.
Zayne could feel himself right where he wanted to be. Caleb broke the kiss long enough to work on aligning his hips; he could feel the doctor right at his entrance. Zayne tightened the hold he had on Caleb's hip, reaching between them to align himself properly.
“When you're ready.” He spoke gently. “Lower your hips. Take it slow, don't force it.”
“I'm a virgin, not stupid, I've… I've seen how it's done.” Caleb groaned, his cheeks practically radiating at the confession; it felt like there was a flood of butterflies in his stomach. Zayne only responded with a gentle stroke of his back, resting a hand on the small of it.
He knew those were words of nervousness, not anger. It was a balm to know the pilot was just as anxious as he was.
That there wasn't an expectation other than mutual pleasure.
That's all this was: a dirty secret between the two of them. If it was going to be just this once, they were going to make it count.
One last deep breath, and finally, Caleb began to lower himself.
Zayne sharply inhaled, closing his eyes.
Caleb struggled not to whimper as he held onto Zayne, arms wrapping around him, face burying into his neck. “Fuck, you're too big…”
In any other circumstance, he'd use it as a stepping stone to tease him. But now he struggled not to whine pathetically as a sinful heat began to enveloped him. His hands gripped into the pilot harder, his fingers trembling.
He was so warm… he felt like melting on the spot.
“And you're too tight.” He groaned in reply. Zayne was already in a dangerous place. He could feel Caleb slowly sink onto him, each little movement threatening to push him over the edge. “Caleb…”
“Don't talk.” He whined. “Not now.”
He couldn't listen to him, not when he called his name like that. So desperately, like he wasn't a want, but a need.
“Then look at me.” He moaned. “I want to see your face.”
The moment Caleb pulled away from his neck, he felt Zayne take hold of his chin, and pulled him in, their lips meeting once again. If he didn't want to hear him talk, then he'd put his lips to better use. Like this though, Zayne had a harder time staying quiet, as did Caleb.
The pilot marked Zayne's back with his nails, digging deeper as he sank down lower on him, until he was settled inside fully.
It felt like Zayne was in his lungs. His belly felt strange, this sense of fullness was new. It was hot, maddening. He could feel every little twitch, each one daring to brush against that spot inside him that drove him wild.
In the midst of their kiss, Caleb could feel a cool hand on his chest, just feeling him, especially his heartbeat. Like Zayne had to have his hands on the man in his lap, or he'd perish on the spot. Not touching him wasn't an option.
The look in his expression was the one of a man on the verge of absolute bliss and ruin.
And then, Caleb started to move.
Zayne keened beneath him, biting into his lip as a pathetic moan escaped. Caleb felt a shudder up his spine, skin prickling with gooseflesh. The doctor kept a hand on Caleb, slowly feeling his chest, fingers passing almost teasingly over his nipple, while the other remained on his back, easing and supporting him.
Caleb moved his hips again, lifting them a little higher before dropping down. “Mmph!”
Again. “Ah!”
Again. “Fu–!”
Each one had Zayne growling, desperate for more as he gripped onto his friend. Seeing this perfectly put together man so desperate on top of him, taking him like this. Zayne was beginning to lose himself.
More. He wanted more. That unreasonable greed was gnawing at him.
Caleb only managed to get a couple more thrusts of his hips before he felt everything turn on him. His back hit the bed, head landing against the pillows. And then there was Zayne, looming above him. He felt like prey, pinned beneath a desperate, hungry animal.
It felt less so when Zayne closed that gap between him, crashing his lips against Caleb's. He felt the doctor tasting him, a desperate hand pinning a wrist to the bed.
Caleb felt his moans catch in his throat, his free arm wrapping around Zayne's back. It felt like he could barely breathe, and any breaths he could take were stolen from him. When the doctor finally pulled away, Caleb had to gasp for air. It felt like every part of him was on fire, he ached where he could feel him. What's worse, he was hardly even moving, just slow, little thrusts to ease him into it.
Meanwhile, Zayne’s cheeks and ears were positively flushed, lips parted as his breaths left him staggered. “Caleb.” Zayne uttered, almost with a growl, before burying his face into the pilot's neck, spoiling him with kisses. “You feel incredible.”
Hearing him say his name like that made him absolutely weak.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “Next time I'm topping you. See how you like being teased.”
Nothing. Zayne pulled away from Caleb's neck, and the pilot swore he could see his emerald eyes go darker. There was an intensity there that was enough to make his heart stop and then suddenly pick back up rapidly.
Zayne pulled one of Caleb's legs up with his free hand, pushing his knee almost to his chest, giving him deeper access.
He pulled out about halfway, and then in one thrust, bottomed out with a growl.
Caleb screamed.
Breath was forced out of his lungs, a sharp, raspy gasp replacing any words. His vision went white, almost like a flash, enough to bring him dangerously close to the edge once again. The whine and whimpering sounded almost pained, but the way he shuddered and twitched said otherwise.
“Too much?” Zayne asked, his breathing going haggard.
Caleb didn't know how to answer. He felt tears well in his eyes; sitting still like this, he felt Zayne's cock slowly grinding against that spot in him. He was so dangerously close, all it would take was a few well-timed thrusts to utterly ruin him. Words were failing him, his free hand gripping into the sheets like his life depended on it.
“I'm fine, I'm fine– god.” He was slipping, his desperation getting worse the longer Zayne kept him waiting. Wriggling his hand free out of Zayne's, Caleb reached to cup his face, pulling him down. “Just fuck me already.”
Caleb didn't give him a moment to respond, immediately pulling Zayne in, their lips meeting in a clumsy kiss. The sudden motion caused Zayne to let Caleb's leg go, allowing the pilot to bring it around Zayne instead.
The motions continued off slow, almost careful; Caleb ached, the faint moments of pain from being stretched overlapped by his want for more.
He could hear a wet squelch with every thrust of Zayne's hips. The way the doctor whined as he'd bottom out in him. The sounds of his heavy breaths when Caleb raked his nails on his back, marking him, and Zayne made sure to do the same. He kissed, lapped and bit into the younger man, leaving his mark over and over again over his neck and chest.
No one would be able to lay a hand on the man for the next few weeks without seeing them. A thought Zayne didn't want to think about.
Every cry, whine, and moan Caleb let out urged Zayne further. A need to claim him boiled in his belly.
And finally, he started to pick up the pace. His breathing was growing heavier, Caleb could see how red his cheeks and ears were getting. Zayne was growing desperate, kisses getting more clumsy and hurried.
Praises spilled from him effortlessly.
‘You feel so good around me.’
‘Such a pretty voice.’
‘Good boy, behaving so well.’
Caleb didn't know what it was, but the more Zayne talked, the more he praised him, the more he wanted him. He didn't care how stupid he may have looked, how pathetic he sounded, he wanted to be ruined.
Zayne's movements were becoming erratic, as was the way he breathed. Labored. Almost panting, containing growling moans.
“Fuck… so close.” Zayne was struggling, unable to slow down, but barely able to say a word. Just when he was right at the edge, preparing to pull out, he was pulled back in, Caleb's legs around him keeping him inside. “W-wait, Caleb–!”
“Don't care–” He whined, his eyes cinching shut. “Need you inside, please, please.”
That did it. It was like the spark that ignited a fuse.
Zayne couldn't continue being gentle; his thrusts had gotten harder, hitting and missing that sweet point in Caleb that had him screaming over and over again. The pilot's nails left angry red welts and marks on Zayne's back where he clawed at him.
In return, Zayne thrust into Caleb as far as he could, spilling deep inside, just as the younger man's own seed spilled messily along his own stomach, staining the two of them together.
Inside Caleb felt intensely hot. Full. Every pulse and twitch was known to him, making his body shudder.
The intense ringing in his ear and daze in his head made it near impossible to hear Zayne's heavy breaths in his ear, or feel the man spoil his neck, cheek and clavicle with kisses.
No words, just heavy breaths and exhausted bodies.
And then, Zayne kissed him on his lips, tenderly. Like they weren't just friends who had a fling thanks to alcohol. More like they were lovers sharing an intimate night together. Caleb had to wonder when the alcohol stopped making the decisions, and it was just them being hungry for touch.
One thing that the two of them knew but refused to acknowledge, or rather, they would only deny it:
Their friendship would never be able to go back to how it was after this.