Something Magic

by Justine Taylor

  Mack’s whole body is shaking now, no doubt about it, the force of his big, trembling body sending reverberations straight to Caleb’ bones, to his heart. He’s clutching onto Caleb like a lifeline, breathing heavily, like he’s trying to get his emotions under control. Caleb wants to tell him that he doesn’t have to, doesn’t have to hide how he feels, but he doesn’t want to push, so he just gives Mack the time he needs. He’s not exactly sure why his tattoo his affecting him in this way, but he thinks it might have something like how he nearly cried when he first saw Zoey’s drawing of the Wolf. It feels cosmic somehow, this connection between them.

  When Mack’s grip on him loosens a bit, he turns to face him again, searching his face for a sign of what he’s feeling. His eyes are closed tight, his breathing still slightly ragged as he continues to fight for…what? To not say something or do something that he thinks will scare Caleb away? He can’t handle not knowing why Mack seems to wrecked, so on edge. “Mack, open your eyes,” he says. “Look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing wrong,” Mack whispers through clenched teeth, still keeping his eyes closed. “Just overwhelmed. By you. By this, by how I feel about you.”

  “You’re not the only one,” Caleb says with a smile, trying to lighten things up a bit. Whatever is happening between them is certainly intense, but Mack looks like a man in a life-and-death battle for self-control. “Hey,” he says, softer, reaching up to smooth his furrowed forehead, relishing in the feel of those wildly expressive eyebrows against his thumbs. “Look at me,” he says again.

  Slowly, with a quiet exhale, Mack lets his eyes open just a bit. Caleb’ heart skips a beat, startled by a trick of the light in the nearly-dark room, or maybe it’s his lust-fevered imagination getting all mixed up with his memory of Mack that day in the station, a dreamed howl in his heart, but he swears Mack’s eyes are glowing red, just like his Wolf’s. He gasps and blinks; but then Mack’s eyes are fully open, jade-green halos around wide black pupils, no red in sight, searching Caleb’ face. “It’s beautiful,” Mack says hoarsely. “You’re beautiful,” he adds, voice stronger.

  Caleb smiles and pulls him in to another deep kiss, helping Mack pull his shirt off as they stumble to the bed, Mack rolling them so he’s covering him, caging him in with his arms on either side of his head. Caleb lets him hold him there for a minute as they kiss, enjoying the warm, solid weight of him all along his body, they way all of his senses are filled with him. “Get up,” Caleb says against Mack’s mouth, pushing on his chest. “I need to see you.”

  Mack rolls his eyes but obliges him, pushing up to his knees between his spread legs. Caleb scoots back and sits up to get a better look, and for once in his life, he’s speechless. Mack is all soft skin pulled taut over hard muscle, the wide span of his shoulders falling in an elegant cascade of abs to his hips, where his dark jeans are riding low, where he’s teasing the button, eyes narrow and mouth open as he watches Caleb look him up and down. There’s just enough light coming in through the window for Caleb to make out the rough outlines of the tattoo sleeve that covers his right arm, a graceful, dense collage of grays and black with subtle highlights of color throughout. On the corded muscles of his forearm, there's a gnarled-limbed tree and some kind of flower, petals highlighted purple. The tree’s limbs crawl up Mack’s arm to the bottom of his bicep, where they give way to a roughly heart-shaped iceberg topped with a volcanic-looking mushroom cloud. It’s crossed with six thin lines that circle all the way around his bicep, two parallel running across lengthwise, and between them, two sets crisscrossing each other like…a cat’s cradle. He circles Mack’s bicep, thumbing over the tattoo. “Ice-9,” he says, and Mack smiles softly, lifting a hand to brush his fingers over Caleb’ mouth.

  “Yeah.”

  The tattoo continues up over his shoulder, but Caleb gets distracted by the glint of metal peeking through Mack’s dark chest hair, and then his mouth is there, tongue teasing the barbell resting diagonally in his nipple. His slides a hand up Mack’s abs, fingers dipping into the valleys between each muscle on their way up to tease his other nipple, pulling gently on its piercing. Mack gasps and thrusts his hips a little, hand coming up to clutch at the back of his head. “Fuck, Caleb,” he grunts, a delicious sound.

  Caleb pulls his mouth away, very pleased with himself when he sees the impressive bulge in Mack’s jeans. “What do you want, Mack?” He asks, heart racing at all of the possible implications of the question.

  “You,” Mack says simply, and then, “I want to blow you.”

  Mack smirks at the look of open-mouthed awe Caleb knows he’s wearing, but come on.

  “Is that okay?” Mack asks, and Caleb knows for sure then that Mack is impossibly perfect. He wonders if he’s dreaming, and immediately decides that he doesn’t care.

  “Yes, that is very, very okay, oh my god, Mack, fuck, do you have any idea how incredible you are? What you do to me?”

  “I think I have an idea,” he smirks, hand cupping Caleb’ cock through his pants. “Take these off. Now.” It almost sounds like a growl when he says it, the command sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He'll gladly obey any order from Mack that makes him burn with heat like that.

  Mack stands to pull off his own pants and boxer briefs, making Caleb gasp yet again when he sees the tattoos low on the front of his hips. There’s one on each side, mirror images, each nestled in the deep groove of muscle that gives way to the wild growth of dark hair at the base of his big, uncut cock: four jagged lines on each side. Claw marks. Caleb doesn’t know how, but he’s certain they’re wolf claw marks.

  Mack is tugging Caleb’s pants from where he’s gotten them snagged on his feet, pulls them off with a snap and tosses them to the floor before pouncing on him, covering him once again with his magnificent body and kissing him filthily, tongue fucking into his mouth. They’re skin to skin, hard cock to hard cock, and Caleb rocks up to slide against him as Mack rolls his hips, a the precome they’re both leaking adding fire to the deliciously sweet tease of the deeper pleasures yet to come. “Fuck, Mack, I’m not gonna last long,” he whimpers, already dangerously close.

  Mack snaps his hips back and shifts down a bit, releasing the friction. He moves down to growl into his neck and sniff deeply, inhaling his scent like he did that first night a week ago. My God, Caleb thinks, was it only a week ago? He feels as if he’s known Mack all his life.

  “You got a thing for smelling me, don’t you,” Caleb murmurs into his hair.

  “You smell good.” Mack nuzzles at him, biting lightly at the hollow of his throat before moving further down, licking a hot, slow line down his torso.

  “Whatever you say, big guy,” Caleb laughs, coming up to rest on his elbows so he can watch him kiss his way down his chest and stomach, down to his cock, which he grabs by the base with one hand, making him buck and hiss. Mack buries is face in the crook of his groin, breathing in deep. “Holy…fuck,” Caleb gasps, hips thrusting up again, because fuck if that isn’t hot as hell, the way Mack groans as he breathes him in and then looks up to catch his eyes, his smile damn near predatory, wild and hungry.

  No, Caleb isn’t going to last long at all.

  Mack licks a wet, slow line from the base of his cock up to the head, tongue circling and teasing the slit, drawing thick precome that he laps up greedily before wrapping his kiss-reddened lips around him and sliding down and back, and again and again before swallowing him down completely, until Caleb’s leaking cock hits the back of his fluttering throat.

  Caleb doesn’t recognize the sounds coming from his mouth, doesn’t know anything except the hot wet perfection of Mack’s mouth around his dick and the beauty of his lust-darkened eyes when he looks up at him from under those sweet dark lashes as he sucks his cock like he’s been thirsting for it all his life. Mack is on his knees, one hand bracing himself on the bed, the other reaching between his legs to stroke his own dick. Caleb wants to tell him to stop, that he’ll get him off, but fuck, it’s so hot, a
nd Caleb is so close…and fuck, Mack moans around his cock just as it hits the back of his throat again and Caleb explodes in pleasure, his orgasm tearing through him, a pulsing force that arches his back and thrusts him up as he spills down Mack’s throat. Mack takes it, swallowing and sucking him through it.

  Caleb is limp heap of buzzing, empty-minded pleasure for a while, basking in the afterglow. When he comes back to himself, he sees Mack, straddling him now, spit-and-come slicked hand quickly sliding back and forth over his dick. Caleb sits up and moves closer, wrapping his hand around his. Caleb presses his mouth to Mack’s abs and turns to rest his head there to watch their hands move together, faster and faster. Caleb runs his other hand up Mack’s thigh, through the coarse hair, and slides his hand up further, thumbing over the sharp point of his hipbone and crawls his long fingers inward to find the wolf claw mark tattoo there. He presses firmly with his fingertips while squeezing harder around his cock. Mack arches his back and grunts and growls, the hand not rapidly stroking his cock tangling in Caleb’ hair, pulling just hard enough to get him to twist and bare his throat. Mack comes then, shooting thick ribbons across Caleb’ neck and chest, the blistering heat of it sinking into his skin like a brand.

  Mack collapses on top of him, panting heavily in to his neck, getting himself just as messy with his come as Caleb is, rubbing their chests together. After a slow, meandering kiss, he rolls off him and they clean up lazily with Caleb’s shirt. They gather the rumpled sheets and blankets from the foot of the bed and settle into sleep, their bodies curving towards each other with ease and comfort like they’ve been doing this years.

  9

  When Caleb wakes up with Mack next to him, he curses himself for falling asleep, even though it’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in a long time, dream-free and deep, blissfully content. But despite that, he still can’t believe he wasted precious hours sleeping when he could have been watching Mack sleep, because wow.

  In reposes, Mack’s face looks so much softer, damn near serene. His mouth – god that mouth, he thinks, remembering the hot, wet feel of it around his cock – is still slightly downturned in sleep, but when Caleb reaches a hand up to lightly stroke his beard, he’s rewarded with a gentle smile, soft and quick as Mack slumbers on. If it weren’t for the beard, he’d look young, more like the boy from Caleb’ memory. He wonders if this is what his life will be now: waking up to discover anew the astonishing loveliness of this man. It seems too impossibly perfect to even hope for.

  Mack is on his side, curled toward him, arm stretched across Caleb’ stomach. Caleb can’t see as much of him as he wants, so he rolls from his back to his side to face him, smiling at the way Mack’s massive arm, sleep-heavy and dense, stays pressed against his waist but still lets him move. But then Mack moves too, his eyes still closed as he rolls toward Caleb, settling on his stomach, head turned towards him. The blankets fall to his waist, and Caleb takes it as an invitation to explore the majestic landscape of Mack’s back.

  He lifts a hand to lightly trace the tattoo between his sculpted shoulder blades, three spirals pivoting from a central point on his spine, solid black and vibrant against his smooth skin. Caleb outlines each spiral with his fingers, placing soft kisses down his side as he slides down the bed. Caleb pushes the sheets back, gasping unabashedly against Mack’s leg as he takes in the glorious perfection of his ass. He runs an exploratory hand from the tattoo down his spine, glancing up to watch his face as he gently cups one perfectly formed butt cheek, the curve and muscle fitting into his hand like it was made to be there.

  Mack opens his eyes the slightest bit and he looks down the bed at him, smiling sweetly. “Good morning,” he murmurs when Caleb meets his eyes.

  “Morning, beautiful,” Caleb mumbles back, words half-buried in the dimples of Mack’s lower back, just above the rising mound of that ass that he’s dying to explore further. He runs his hand down to caress the tender skin of his cleft, lightly dusted with dark hair that makes Caleb lick his lips. He wants to taste Mack so badly, wants to fuck him open with his tongue before giving him his cock, already ablaze with need and aching heat.

  He’s not sure what exactly Mack wants though, has no idea, in fact, what Mack’s preferences are when it comes to sex. Caleb loves bottoming as much as he loves topping and he’s hoping Mack feels similarly because he has so, so many plans for them.

  “Mack,” he murmurs against his skin, tongue darting out to taste. “Can I…fuck, Mack, can I eat you out? Can I fuck you? It’s okay if you don – “

  “Yes.” Mack rises to his knees and elbows, a fucking vision with his hips arched and his ass in the air just inches from Caleb’ face. “Please,” he adds, his voice urgent and needful.

  Caleb chest feels like it’s going to explode, his heart is racing so fast with anticipation and love and want. The emotional punch Mack’s words cause are matched only by the raging swell of pure, instinctive need that flares through him at the sight of him presenting himself to be taken.

  “Fuck, Mack,” he whispers, feeling his eyes widen as he watches his hands, trembling, spread Mack’s ass, revealing his tight pink hole. “How are you real? How are you mine?”

  Mack answers by sitting up and reaching back to grip Caleb firmly by the bicep, yanking him up the bed into a fierce, greedy kiss. “Caleb,” he growls against his mouth when he finally pulls away to bury his face in his neck. Mack licks a long, wet line from his collarbone to his ear, humming with pleasure. “I can taste my come on you,” he whispers.

  Caleb moans something that’s maybe oh God or oh Mack, but they’re pretty much the same thing as far as he’s concerned. His hips buck hard, seeking, and Mack bites into his neck.

  “I want your come on me,” he continues. “Want you to fuck me and come all over me, mark me up. Make me yours, Caleb.” He still has the edge of pleading in his voice, but it’s coupled with that deep timbre that echoes his steely strength.

  Caleb pulls away from him, eager to follow his commands, settling in behind Mack on his knees as he turns back on to his elbows. He mouths at Mack’s ass, biting playfully as he licks a path towards his goal, again spreading him with his hands. He dives down to mouth at Mack’s heavy balls for a moment before licking a wet, sloppy line up to his hole, tip of his tongue circling the tight ring of firm muscle before pressing in softly. The taste of him and the sound of Mack’s gasping whimper might as well be magic for the spell they cast on Caleb; it triggers something in him, releases the last of his inhibitions, frees him to give in to the brute force of his lust.

  Mack seems to have given in too, his body relaxing and opening as he pants and moans, head falling to rest on his forearms. Caleb pulls away long enough to spit against his twitching hole, slipping a finger in with his tongue as he returns to devouring him. He thrusts and teases and nibbles, stretching him with his fingers as he works him over with his mouth. He’s ravishing him, and Mack is letting him.

  It’s not long before Mack is begging, words breaking over his growly moans, hole stretched and wet. Caleb tears himself away and reaches for the bottle of lube he keeps in the nightstand. Mack pulls him into a kiss on his way back, tongue licking filthily over his lips, grunting in pleasure to taste himself on Caleb’s mouth.

  Caleb slicks up his dick and has to squeeze the base to stop from coming right then and there. He sits back on his knees behind Mack, but it’s suddenly not want he wants. As perfect and utterly fucking erotic the sight of Mack on his knees is, Caleb wants to see his face, wants to watch the way his eyes will probably flutter and go wide when he slides into him, wants to gaze in wonder at the shape of his mouth as he moans his name. “Mack,” he says huskily, pulling slightly on his hip. “Mack, I want to see you.”

  It sounds like Mack actually purrs in pleasure at his request. He moves quickly, turning to pull Caleb up the bed, and moves him so until he’s sitting with his back pressed against the headboard. Caleb delights at how easily Mack can manhandle him, how he handles him with just the right bala
nce of care and rough urgency. Mack throws a sculpted leg over his lap, straddling him, his big, tattooed hand circling Caleb’ cock and guiding him towards his stretched, wet hole. “Is this okay,” he asks, hand squeezing.

  Mack’s cock, flushed red and eager against the ridged plane of his abs, is shiny at the head with precome. Caleb runs a finger over the slit, gathering some on the tip and bringing his finger to his mouth, sucking, smiling as the salty, bitter taste exploding across his tongue. “Yeah, this is okay,” he says with a wicked grin as Mack bites at his bottom lip, pupils big and black as they watch Caleb’s mouth.

  Mack sinks slowly onto him, his body hot and wet and so fucking tight as he slides down, settling himself firmly across Caleb’ hips as he takes in his entire length, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. Caleb gasps with the overwhelming pleasure of it all, twists his hands into the sheets to keep from thrusting up into him before he’s ready for it. Mack cups Caleb’s face in his big hands and kisses him softly, and then slowly, with exquisite control, begins to roll his hips.

  Caleb can’t take it anymore, and he snaps his hips up to meet Mack’s gentle rolls. Soon the kiss turns urgent and greedy, then breaks altogether as Mack starts to ride his cock with fevered abandon. He’s so gorgeous and strong like this, giving in to being fucked, muscles flexing as he throws his head back in bliss. Caleb nuzzles his chest, closing his eyes, smiling at the deeply intimate and oddly erotic sensation of the hair there brushing over his eyelids.

  He opens his eyes and drags his mouth over to suck on the barbell in one nipple, his hands circling around Mack’s dick. God, he’s dripping, his big, uncut cock sliding up and down Caleb’s abs as Mack rises and falls on his dick, clenching tight around him with each upward drag.

  Caleb watches Mack’s face, tracking the small bead of sweat that falls from his temple into his beard. “Mack,” he pants, hands reaching back to cup his ass, long fingers kneading into where they’re joined, making him gasp. “I’m so close…fuck.” He throws his head back as the heat pools from the back of his knees up to his balls and his belly, his entire body clenching as the orgasm builds. Mack slides off his cock and Caleb gasps at the loss of his perfect wet heat, but then Mack’s has his hand wrapped around both of them, stroking hurriedly. Caleb spills first, and then Mack, their moans shuddering through their quaking bodies.