Page 156 of Should the Sky Fall

Cal’s lips tremble when he says, “I’ve always loved you.”

It doesn’t make sense, itcan’tmake sense, but…Dawson believes him. More tears escape as they kiss again, slow and earth-shatteringly tender. Dawson shudders when Cal’s fingers start to move. He nearly forgot what they were about to do. Now that he’s reminded, he can’t wait.

He doesn’t breathe as Cal drags the tips of his fingers through Dawson’s crease, drawing another shudder out of him. Then, with excruciating slowness, he presses one finger against Dawson’s opening, hesitating for a couple of seconds before pushing it in.

For a second, Dawson is scared he won’t be able to relax after all, but he needn’t have worried. His whole body lights up from the point of contact, sending tingles through his limbs which he feels all the way to his fingertips. If this is what it feels like now, he’s not sure he’ll survive what follows.

“Dawson?”

“Keep going,” Dawson says breathlessly. “Please, keep going.”

Cal does keep going. He slides the finger in and out, torturously slow, but it’s a sweet kind of torture, one that has Dawson craving moremoremore. He’s never felt so desperate in his life.

Is this what it’s supposed to be like?

Knowing it’s too soon but growing impatient, Dawson moves his legs further apart, really settling on top of Cal’s thighs. “More.”

Cal gives a jerky nod. A second later, he’s pulling his finger out and circling Dawson’s opening with two. He watches Dawson’s face closely as he applies pressure, his expression solemn and intense.

Dawson holds his breath, trying not to tense up against the sting that’s sure to follow.

But there’s no pain. Cal’s fingers slide into him easily, lighting him up from the inside. A pleasant feeling of fullness spreads through his pelvis, bringing more tears to his eyes. Not wanting to alarm Cal, he closes them, putting his hands on Cal’s shoulders as he gives himself over to the sensation, letting himself really feel it. He whines when Cal withdraws his fingers before sliding them back in.

“F-fuck.” He grinds against the fingers. “God.”

“Is it… Is it good?” Cal asks, drawing a punched out laugh from Dawson.

“So good.” Dawson licks his lips, his breath catching when he sees the way Cal’s watching him. “Another.”

Cal hesitates. “But you said—”

“I know what I said.” He lets his head drop to Cal’s shoulder, drawing in a deep breath until Cal’s scent fills his nose. “I underestimated how much I want you.”

Those turn out to be the magic words.

Cal tilts Dawson’s face up so he can plant a bruising kiss on his mouth, thrusting his tongue in and making Dawson keen with want. Simultaneously, he pushes inside with three fingers, brushing Dawson’s prostate and driving him dangerously close to the edge.

This is crazy. Never in his life has Dawson felt like this, paralyzed with all-consuming want and feeling like he would die if Cal stopped touching him now, but also knowing he’ll come if they don’t slow down. He’s never come untouched, either. Didn’t think it was possible.

He trembles while Cal gently fucks his ass, biting down on his lip in hopes the pain will stave off his rapidly approaching climax. When he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back , he reaches back to grasp Cal’s wrist. Cal instantly stops.

“Now. Need you now.”

It’s a testament to how far gone Cal is that he doesn’t try to argue. He nods frantically and withdraws his fingers, wiping them on the sheet before his hands return to Dawson’s hips, steadying him as he rises up on his knees.

Reaching back, Dawson finds Cal’s cock with a shaky hand, smiling when Cal’s eyes widen almost comically. He shifts until the head of Cal’s cock slides between his cheeks and rubs it against his entrance, hoping to see more of that wide-eyed look.

He gets his wish; Cal’s head thunks back against the headboard, a guttural groan escaping him.

Dawson’s hole pulses in anticipation, his cock spurting precome and leaving behind a trail where it's pressed against Cal’s stomach. His thighs shake like he’s run a marathon, and he knows he needs to do something before he embarrasses himself.

Relaxing as much as he can, he angles his hips and lets gravity do its work. At least that’s the plan. It doesn’t quite work out because Cal holds him tight, forcing him to slow down instead of just sinking down on his cock. It’s a little annoying, given Dawson’s predicament, but also unbearably sweet. God, he loves this man.

He wants to tell him again, the words on the tip of his tongue. They never make it out because all the air leaves Dawson’s lungs as Cal’s cock fills him inch by inch. It’s not because of pain, not at all. Thereshouldbe pain, there always is, quite a lot of it too.

Not this time.

Cal fits inside him like they were made for each other, like Dawson is only his to take.