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Who: Caleb Kennedy & Blake Caffrey
What: Blake finds out about Cay’s mom, then the boys get adorably hot affectionate.
Where: Kennedy residence, Louisville, KY
When: Mid-afternoon, June 24th (backdated!)
Rating: SFW-ish



The drive hadn’t been as long as Blake expected. Or perhaps the hours he didn’t spend napping or taking in the sights (or Caleb) he’d filled with radio songs and chatting up his new boy friend. It was still strange, well, almost, to call his best friend his boy friend. But then, he’d wanted that for quite some time. He’d stretched out in the passenger seat, though once they’d come to a stop at the Kennedy house residence he’d promptly come to an upright sitting position to look around. Blake took a long moment to take in the view of Caleb’s house and after collecting his bag made his way after Caleb into the home. They’d make a pit stop on the way to Texas. The drive down south longer than anything either boy had endured before.

Once inside, Blake set his bag down in following Caleb’s lead and, licking his lips took a few steps from Caleb’s side. His head tilted as he took in what little he could from his spot Blake found a smile curling his lips easily. “I like it,” Blake murmured more to himself than to Caleb. “It’s really you.”

The drive had been pleasant for Caleb. Really, he was just retracing the same route he had taken a few days before. Despite the uncomfortable heat, time had passed a lot more quickly than his previous drive had. He owed that, of course, to Blake’s presence. More than happy to have company, the younger boy had been content to talk and sing and just enjoy the fact that he wasn’t alone.

It made sense to stop off mid-way. It was an arduous trip to Texas and a rest was required. Stopping off somewhere that provided a comfortable bed for free was ideal, and Caleb had no qualms with Blake seeing where he lived. Louisville wasn’t exactly the best place in the world but it was home for Caleb; another piece of himself that he wanted to share with Blake.

Eager to see what his boyfriend thought of his home, Caleb hung back and watched as Blake took in his surroundings after the pair of them had vacated the car and the front door had been opened. He let out a breath when he received a positive reaction, dropping his bag beside Blake’s before turning to face his boyfriend.

“I’m really glad,” he muttered, leaning in and pecking Blake’s lips briefly. “I should probably give you the tour so you don’t get lost in the middle of the night or something.” As expected, the pair were alone in the house, with Caleb’s dad way with work. He had already explained to Blake that such a thing might happen, though he himself was so used to it, he barely paid it any mind as he moved from the hall into the living room.

Blake found himself entranced by the gesture, his cheeks lit a faint pink color he followed after Caleb without words. Even though their relationship was a few weeks old then, if barely that, Blake couldn’t help what the smell gestures did to him. He was sure at some point later in their relationship that he’d be able to handle such things with ease but hoped the feeling would never change. The short burst of electricity that surged through his lips at the contact from Caleb’s.

With a small sigh of contentment, Blake looked about as he followed after the taller boy. “I wouldn’t get that lost...” He murmured, a pause in his speech moments later before he resigned himself to his own natural tendencies. “I’d find the bathroom eventually.”

He glanced towards Caleb then, lips pursing lightly as in a playful semi-pout. “Eventually!” Blake said a little louder, almost knowing what the other boy was going to say, or at least what he thought he would say. While they moved, Blake let the odd feeling of seeing very few pictures brush off his shoulder. It was probably just different for Caleb and his Father. Blake’s family was much larger and his own Father was into film. It made sense to have pictures plastered across every inch of free space.

Yet it bothered him, if only a little.

“You’d get so lost,” Caleb teased, pulling back while holding his hand out for Blake to take. Now that both of them were empty-handed, the younger boy took the opportunity to seek physical contact. “Sure, you’d find your way eventually,” he continued playfully. “But why run the risk of getting lost in the first place when you could do something to prevent it?”

The first stop was the living room. The space was a fair size, not too cluttered, and relatively clean and light. The focal points included the large TV and plush sofa, both items taking up a substantial amount of room. It was more than obvious that it was the dwelling place of people who weren’t exactly sentimental, however, considering there were barely any pictures or keepsakes dotted around. Such a thing didn’t phase Caleb as he lingered long enough for Blake to see which room it was before leading his boyfriend to the kitchen.

Again, it was a fairly decent size. It looked just like any kitchen, with a large refrigerator, breakfast bar, and light decor. There was a small addition here though - a rather messy drawing pinned to the fridge, the shaky handwriting under the picture of two figures stating that ‘Caleb - age 5’ was the artist.

“Favourite room in the house,” Caleb joked, letting Blake’s hand go reluctantly as he made to pull two glasses from the nearby cupboard. “Drink?”

Without hesitation Blake moved his hand to lace his fingers together with Caleb’s. The contact with the other boy sent a small tingling sensation down his spine. Though he chose to push such feelings aside in lieu of shaking his head at his boyfriend’s playful teasing. “Whatever you say, Cay.”

Blake took notice living room, taking the moment Caleb paused to look around and once more noticing the few pictures and personal items about the room. He didn’t frown though Blake did find the fact a little odd, instead giving the other boy’s hand a small squeeze as they moved once more into the kitchen. Once Caleb let his hand go, Blake at once felt an odd sense of loss though he quickly put such a feeling off as he looked about the kitchen.

“Really? Never would have guessed...it’s not like you eat enough for two or anything.”

It took Blake a moment to find the picture on the fridge, though once he had his eyes locked on it with a small smile. “Huh?” He murmured, his gaze breaking from the artwork to his boyfriend’s face. “Oh, uhh sure.” The older boy grinned then, sheepishly as his eyes drifted back towards the image on the fridge.

“That the uhh, famous award winning picture you told me about?”

Shooting a playful smirk over his shoulder, Caleb scoffed. “I’m a growing boy who follows you around and makes sure you don’t hurt yourself,” he said. “I need to keep my strength up somehow. It’s a full time job.”

Moving over to the fridge, the younger boy stopped and looked at the picture with a faint smile. “Yeah, that’s it,” he confessed, glancing briefly at Blake with a tinge of embarrassment colouring his cheeks. “My dad thought it was good enough to take pride of place on the fridge.” After another moment of so, Caleb slid one of the glasses under the water dispenser on the fridge door. “I’d offer you something more exciting but I don’t think there’s anything in the fridge.” Seeing as his dad hadn’t been home and Caleb had been the last person in the house before he’d headed to Blake’s, he knew the fridge would be empty.

Handing the glass to Blake with an almost anxious smile, Caleb filled his own glass before taking a tentative sip, his eyes now pointedly averted from his boyfriend.

At Caleb’s comment, Blake’s cheeks flushed a light pink color. His lips parted in slight shock before curling into a smile. A chuckle came as a prelude to the older boy’s retort, “You say that like the job doesn’t come with awesome benefits.”

The blush across Blake’s cheeks darkened then. His boldness had indeed increased after a few days of being with Caleb but it was still new to him. An odd burst of confidence seemed to come and go around the younger boy and while it confused Blake he would admit to liking it. He took the glass with a smile, his attention had rested on the other boy as he spoke and watching Caleb’s gaze drift away Blake couldn’t help take a sip of his own water. He licked his lips after, gaze flickering between the picture and his boyfriend a moment before he moved closer to the fridge.

He leaned down to further inspect the image, gathering his best inquisitive look and bringing a hand to his chin for a effects. “Hmm,” Blake murmured, unable to stop his cheeks from growing hot again as he continued. “Think you lied, Cay.”

The older boy breathed briefly between his movements and words, “It’s much better then you lead on.” Blake tilted his head in an attempt to catch Caleb’s eye before giving up such a gesture and leaning closer to plant a chaste kiss upon the taller boy’s cheek. “Your Dad was right to be proud of it.”

At the mention of awesome benefits, Caleb couldn’t help but smirk. Resting his free hand on blake’s waist, the younger boy leaned in and paused just shy of his boyfriend’s lips. “The perks are epic,” he whispered, lips brushing lightly against Blake’s as he spoke. “I’m a very lucky guy.” He then leaned in to kiss Blake lightly, pulling back as he looked away.

Blake’s words caused him to look up though, the question as to why he was a liar sitting sharply on the end of his tongue. The other boy had answered before he could ask, however, both his words and the kiss serving to make Caleb’s cheeks flare in a similar fashion. “Heh, thanks,” he said, bringing a hand to the back of his neck and bowing his head. “Not bad for a five year old, I guess.” In order to distract himself, the younger boy took another sip of water with an almost coy smile, his eyes failing to connect with Blake’s or to look at the picture on the fridge.


Blake took notice of the coloring that arose on Caleb’s cheeks and smiled softly at the reaction. An odd sense of pride at being the cause of such a reaction, the feeling died down as the younger boy failed once more to meet his gaze. Wetting his lips before speaking, he glanced once towards the picture on the fridge before turning all of his attention once more to his boyfriend.

“Hey,” The older boy murmured shyly, “You uhh--”

It was then Blake felt an odd chill of worry run his spine. Worry that he’d said the wrong thing. Messed up somehow. Insulted the other boy in his own home. Though after a quick review of his words since arriving found little to worry over and focused instead on Caleb who couldn’t quite meet his gaze.

It took him a moment, though only a moment before it clicked in his mind. For as long as he’d known Caleb they’d never talked about the other boy’s Mother. Blake’s eyes moved then from Caleb’s features back to the drawing. Two figures. Not three. It happened in slow motion within Blake’s mind. Pieces and questions filling in and forming as he digested his perceptions and matched them against what he already knew about the other boy.

“Nevermind.” Blake whispered softly, distracting himself from saying anything more by taking a longer, more so than necessary sip of his own water.

Although Caleb was now feeling oddly bashful for a reason he couldn’t quite place, he looked up as Blake spoke, his eyes fixing on the other boy as he watched him take another sip of water. “No, what is it?” he asked quietly, curious as to what Blake had been about to say. “I what?”

“Oh,” He murmured, “You uhh....you only drew....two...” Blake let a breath escape him then. Not a sigh but something more nervous. He shook his head slowly before attempting once more. Blake didn’t want to step on anything sore spots. It was inevitable, true, but he’d avoid them if at all possible. “The uhh, figures in the drawing...” He licked his lips then, slowly allowing his gaze to drift towards Caleb’s. “Aren’t you missing one?”

As Blake spoke, Caleb felt a cold chill slide down his spine. He visibly flinched slightly at the sensation, his eyes following Blake’s to the drawing on the fridge. His mother had been gone so long by this point that he didn’t often think about the gaping hole she’d left in both his and his father’s lives. The pair of them just got on with things as best they could, keeping such a thing primarily to themselves. He certainly hadn’t anticipated Blake picking up on such a thing, even though the evidence was all around them. Caleb simply hadn’t thought ahead.

“Oh,” he breathed, tongue swiping his lip anxiously. He knew that he had to say something, anything, in response. Blake deserved an explanation. Plus it was a part of Caleb that wasn’t exactly public knowledge. If he couldn’t share it with his boyfriend, then who could he share it with?

Shrugging his shoulders, the younger boy took another sip of water before sighing. “She, uhhhh,” he began, feeling his palms start to get clammy and his eyes start to sting ever so slightly. “My mom left when I was younger. Just took off one day and me and my dad haven’t seen or heard from her since.” It sounded blase, coming from his mouth so casually, yet Caleb wasn’t sure how to react. He hadn’t told anybody about his mother before, and so this was an entirely new situation. He didn’t want to get overly emotional about the thing he had come to accept so long ago, yet hearing himself say those words out loud caused something to rouse in his chest, a pain he’d long since buried. He didn’t want to make Blake uncomfortable though, so he took a deep breath and forced a smile, looking up at his boyfriend with a glassy gaze.

Blake had watched Caleb carefully. His eyes set on the other boy’s face, Blake found his own lips drawn in a tight line to prevent himself from saying anything as Caleb explained. At once he felt guilt swell in the pit of his stomach. The younger boy’s reaction to his question far more than he’d expected, yet as the younger boy continued Blake found himself setting his glass of water down on the counter not to far away.

“Sorry,” He found himself murmuring, eyes downcast as he murmured the words a moment. Perceptive as Blake was, he couldn’t bring himself to see his boyfriend in such a state. Not in the way that his mind usually ran off piecing things together as it normally did. “I shouldn’t have asked...”

Carefully, he moved closer to the taller boy with both hands free he inched closer still. Unsure of what words could possible mend his unknowing mistake. It was only upon looking into his best friend’s glassy blue eyes did Blake’s heart begin to hurt. No one as wonderful as Caleb should ever be hurt. He was a firm believer in such a statement. And seeing his boyfriend in such a state only strengthened his belief. And so Blake moved without much thought, a hand slowly, gently moved up to touch the taller boy’s cheek and cup it. His own cheeks heated slightly, he did his best to look Caleb in the eye when he spoke. “I feel bad for her,” He murmured, unsure if his words were choice for such a situation. “She’s missed seeing you become such an amazing person, Cay.”

Blake licked his lips, heart racing as he murmured on. “Really, you’re amazing and,” He paused, though only a second. “I’m sorry for asking...”

It was hard for Caleb to maintain eye contact with Blake. He saw instantly the impact his confession had had, and found himself shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he replied in a whisper. “You didn’t know. I haven’t really talked about it with anyone before.” Really, Blake hadn’t had a reason to suspect anything until now. Perhaps Caleb ought to have told him sooner but it wasn’t something he made a habit of thinking about.

As he felt Blake’s hand on his cheek, Caleb’s head tilted into the touch and his eyes slipped shut as he took a steadying breath. No sooner had he closed them, they were open once more, fixed on Blake as the other boy spoke. Blindly, he moved to set his glass on the nearest counter, freeing his hands in order for him to move forward and wrap both arms around his boyfriend’s back. Pressed against the other boy, Caleb buried his face into the shoulder of Blake’s shirt, allowing the familiar scent to calm him.

“You’re amazing too,” he said, his voice muffled. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just...didn’t know how.”

“C-cay--” Blake managed, unable to stop himself as Caleb wrapped his arms about him and stepped close for tight embrace. He hadn’t been expecting the action, though in truth he had never expected anything when it involved Caleb. It took him a moment, though only a moment, to wrap his arms about the younger boy. His face heated considerably, the older boy shut his eyes and willed himself to find some odd, magical, words of comfort.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” He murmured, voice soft at the closeness of their bodies. “Thanks though,” Blake whispered. “For telling me.”

Remaining in the same position, Caleb made a small noise of contentment as Blake’s hold tightened. He took comfort in the gesture, amazed by how calm he suddenly felt. “It’s not a big deal,” he went on to say quietly. “It happened thirteen years ago. I barely remember her.” Of course it was something that he thought about occasionally, but no amount of dwelling would miraculously bring Joanna Kennedy back into his life. So he’d adapted to life without her, becoming independent at a young age. The fact that he hadn’t readily discussed such a thing with anybody before now wasn’t because he was ashamed of such a fact though.

Pulling back a little, Caleb looked at Blake’s face with a weak smile. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough to tell them before,” he said, his voice still hushed. “So I guess you’re the first.” Should he say congratulations? He wasn’t entirely sure what to do next, so he remained silent, his eyes still fixed on those of his boyfriend’s as he waited for Blake to react.

“Okay,” Blake murmured, listening though he wasn’t so sure if he completely believed the other boy. There were things, Blake knew, that bothered people though they never wanted to deal with them, for whatever reasons, and he could accept that if Caleb fell into such a category. He was sure though, quite sure, that over time Caleb would be alright. He knew now, and the fact that Caleb hadn’t trusted anyone else enough to give them the information, set his cheeks ablaze. Not from the mixture of guilt and concern turning in his stomach but from the surge delight that seemed to radiate from his core at the fact that Caleb trusted him so much.

Shyly Blake met Caleb’s eyes, “Cay...” He couldn’t find words then. Though he could feel his heart beat just a little faster at the younger boy’s words. A smile curled the edges of his lips then, moments before he spoke. Was it wrong to feel so happy at such a thing as being trusted? “I’m happy...you trust me that much. That uhh, we trust each other a lot. It means...a lot.”

The moment between Blake saying his name and the other boy smiling was a tense one. Had Caleb said too much? Had things gotten too awkward? It was a serious piece of information to be faced with and Caleb wasn't sure how his boyfriend would react. As soon as he saw the quirk of Blake's lips, however, he felt relief flood him. It even caused him to return the gesture, his own lips curling slightly as the pair looked at one another.

"You said 'a lot' a lot," Caleb said lightly, his smile growing bigger and more confident as he laughed shortly. He took a moment to pause then, one of his hands resting on Blake's arm before sliding down and linking with the other boy's fingers. "I'm glad I'm with you," he confessed then, his grin tinged with hesitance. "And I'm sorry, again, that I didn't tell you until now. I guess it's a part of myself that I wasn't really ready to share with anyone."

“Couldn’t think of a better word on short notice.” Blake quipped back with a real smile. He listened attentively as Caleb spoke again, his attention stolen only in the slightest by the joining of their hands. His cheeks held their rosy coloring as Blake directed his gaze once more towards the taller boy’s handsome face. “Glad we’re together too, Cay.”

A bashful grin began though it fell short as Caleb continued. At the sound of the apology Blake found himself shaking his head in reply, though he still wore a smile nonetheless. “Stop apologizing,” He said softly, “You told me when you were ready and it’s cool. It’s just part of being...like, together or something, right? Sharing parts...with each other when we’re uhh...ready and stuff.”

“Right.”

Nodding with a small smile, Caleb squeezed Blake’s hand before leaning in and bringing his free hand up to rest lightly on the back of his boyfriend’s neck. He lightly pecked the other boy’s lips before resting their foreheads together, his gaze getting lost in Blake’s honey-coloured eyes.

Caleb couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so utterly content. Even though things hadn’t gone as he’d expected, he was more than okay with the events that had transpired. After another feather-light kiss, the younger boy pulled back with a sigh. “We should probably carry on with the tour or else we’ll be stuck in the kitchen forever,” he said lightly, a broad grin forming on his face. “Usually I wouldn’t complain but there’s no food here, so we’ll have to order in.”

While Blake was more then happy to spend the rest of their time so close, he couldn’t help but find a ring of truth behind Caleb’s words. He nodded slowly in agreement, pausing as a second kiss teased his lips and taunted a pink color across his cheeks. “Well,” He murmured, returning the squeeze to his boyfriend’s hand quite enjoying the feeling of their fingers laced together. “It is your favorite room in the house.”

The older boy gave a bashful grin then, lean upwards to plant a kiss of his own on the taller boy’s lips. It was shy and chaste, though he felt the need to do so and after doing so found his bashful grin replaced with a rather proud one. “So it’s a tour and dinner then?” Blake repeated, happy to hear the tour would continue followed by food. “Sounds good to me.”

"Only when there's food in here," Caleb said with a smirk, a warm feeling rising in his chest at the touch of Blake's kiss. As much as he wanted to pull his boyfriend in for another, he figured that they should probably move. There would be all the time in the world for kissing after the mini tour was done. So it was with slight reluctance that Caleb moved around Blake, their hands still joined, to urge the other boy towards the door. "We can order whatever you want," he went on to say. "You're the guest."

“Of course,” Blake teased with a playful smirk curling his lips. He watched the other boy move, happily following after Caleb and couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped him as the taller boy lead him away. Licking his lips out of habit, Blake kept pace as he spoke once more. His eyes locking on his boyfriend as he awaited the response he figured he’d receive from his words.

“Anything, huh?” Blake confirmed, the smirk in failing to conceal itself as he continued. “Was sort of thinking about KFC. Maybe it’s different if it’s actually in Kentucky. What do you then, Cay?” The shorter boy bit his bottom lip, eyeing Caleb as he awaited a reaction.

Truth be told, Caleb was expecting the joke. He knew the sort of person that Blake was and the opportunity was obviously too good to pass up. Seeing as he was prepared, Caleb barely paid attention as he let go of his boyfriend's hand and slid it instead around his back, holding Blake's body against the side of his own as his free hand got to work. Instantly it moved to the side of Blake's stomach, tickling the boy's abdomen over his shirt.

"I knew you were going to say that!" he exclaimed, tickling his boyfriend relentlessly as they paused in the hallway.

Of all the reactions, Caleb’s was the one he’d expected the least. He hadn’t been too sure on what the other boy was doing when he felt his hand lose the attention of Caleb’s fingers. Though by the time he’d caught onto the other boy’s plan he’d already been pulled securely against the taller boy’s side moments before his boyfriend’s free hand unleashed his punishment for such a joke.

At once Blake gasped, an eruption of laughter bursting from his lungs as Caleb’s fingers danced over the sensitive nerves of his clothed stomach. Weakly, the older boy’s arms moved in an attempt to push against Caleb, in a poor attempt at escape, and all the while letting his displeasure known between giggles.

“Nooo--,” He managed, another fit of giggles bubbling towards the surface as his body began to jerk in an escape attempt. “Chea--” Blake breathed, squirming against Caleb’s touch, and laughing uncontrollably. Really, he hated how ticklish he was at times. Especially when it was taken advantage of in times of retaliation. Though since it was Caleb, he didn’t mind too much.

As his own chuckles blended with Blake's, Caleb watched the other boy's face as he continued to tickle. He could feel Blake's half-hearted attempt to break free, which only caused him to hold the other boy tighter. To amp up the attack, he bit his lip and let his fingers dip under the material of Blake's shirt, his fingertips skimming the other boy's bare stomach.

"If you really wanted to break free, you would have," he whispered, leaning to mutter into Blake's ear before lightly pecking the skin just below it.

A dark blush colored Blake’s face then. The tighter hold had been enough to set it off and even between the giggles, the older boy’s eyes fell shut the moment Caleb’s fingers brushed across his bare skin. It was quick, the shiver of pleasure that rippled at the contact, and Blake found his hands curling in the fabric of the other boy’s shirt above each shoulder. He took the brief pause in his torture to try and even out his breathing, though such plans ended at sounds of Caleb’s words and the feeling of his boyfriend’s lips along a patch far more sensitive nerves.

The gasp he’d let escape before had been one of surprise, he hadn’t expect Caleb to attack him in such a way. But the sound that parted his lips at the feeling of the other boy’s actions came from a different place. “Ma-may--,” Blake breathed, opening his eyes a sliver to eye the skin of Caleb’s neck. “Maybe I like being so close?”

Caleb fixed his full attention on Blake then, drinking in the sounds he made and the expressions flickering across his features. His hand stilled, sliding upwards to rest snugly just above the other boy's navel. He watched with awe at the colouring that rapidly brushed Blake's cheeks, his boyfriend's hands clutching almost desperately to his own shirt.

Blake's words, once he'd managed to find his voice, caused the younger boy to bite the inside of his cheek as he tried to repress a winning smile. He'd expected as much, yet the verbal confirmation was much appreciated. "Maybe I'm glad," he then whispered, leaning in and kissing the space under Blake's ear again. "I don't want to let you go, so it's good that you share the opinion." He then bowed his head, nuzzling his face affectionately in the crook of Blake's neck, brushing his mouth across the skin beneath his lips as his grip slackened, not enough to drop away. As he'd said, he didn't want to let go.

Caleb’s lips, Blake had quickly found a great liking to them after their first kiss. Yet he’d never taken the time to explore the thought of what they’d feel like against his skin. The second kiss to the spot sent a stronger shiver of pleasure, one Blake couldn’t deny, and let known through a shaky gasp of breath. The older boy unknowingly moving his neck to one side to allow the other boy a better angle. “The-n--then don’t...?”

His face remained a heated red, eyes closed once more, and while he was sure his heart would begin to race at any moment at the closeness Blake found himself enjoying the moment with his boyfriend. “I like it...and I trust you, Cay.” His words left his lips and while the older boy meant every one of them, he couldn’t help but feel an odd sensation spark in his chest. A warmth he’d never felt before and as fast as it’d come it died down without any real notice. Blake’s attention stolen by Caleb.

Feeling both the shiver and the head tilt, Caleb smiled against Blake's skin as he kissed the other boy's neck. His mouth edged a little higher, his movements slow and tentative as he tested out new waters. Sure, he had kissed people before. He couldn't confess to ever having done this though. He and Blake were both so utterly new to it, and so they'd have to learn together. It was up to Caleb to listen for signs as to whether or not what he was doing was good.

Although his hold on Blake had slackened, Caleb found his arm coiling around his boyfriend as he continued to lightly peck his skin. Now effectively hugging Blake's loosely, the younger boy dipped his head and kissed gently across the expanse of Blake's throat, daringly nipping his Adam's apple as he passed to give the other side of his neck some attention.

Blake found his mouth agape as Caleb explored the skin along his neck. Foreign sounds escaping him at the new sensations. The older boy found his grip in the other boy’s shirt loosened slightly, a flicker of bravery flaring to life as he let a hand slowly trail down Caleb’s chest. His hand hadn’t gone very far, just below the other boy’s heart when Blake’s stomach made itself known in a loud warning that it was empty.

He paused, his face red in embarrassment at the fact that his hunger had caused such a moment shattering noise. Head bowed in shame, Blake offered a weak apology in response to such a sound. “...heh, sorry.”

Caleb smiled appreciatively at the feeling of Blake's hand moving down his chest. He really felt as though they were making quick progress, something that certainly couldn't be bad. The pair of them had admitted how they trusted one another, not exactly a small feat, and so this felt right and not rushed in the slightest. He himself felt comfortable, if not a little smug, as Blake sounded his approval at the feeling of Caleb's lips caressing his skin.

And then something so typically Blake happened that Caleb couldn't help but laugh. With his mouth still pressed against Blake's neck, he squeezed the other boy lightly before letting go, taking a step back with an affectionate roll of the eyes. "Typical," he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "I guess we'd better order that food and then I'll finish showing you around until it arrives." And who knew? Perhaps they could pick up where they left off once there was no more thread of being interrupted by a protesting stomach.

The blush across his face faded slightly, glad Caleb found his poorly timed hunger funny rather than annoying. He gave an approving nod at the other boy’s plan though he couldn’t quite help what happened next. His head tilted to one side as braved a question. The smile that curled his lips hopefully showing his appreciation for the other boy.

“Sounds like a plan, Cay. But uhh, really. Does KFC taste different in Kentucky?”

Blinking several times as he kept his gaze fixed on Blake, Caleb sighed dramatically. "I guess you'll find out soon enough, huh?"

Then, before Blake could move, he bowed and charged, wrapping his arms around Blake's waist before hoisting the smaller boy off the ground. Once Caleb had straightened up, his boyfriend now resting over one shoulder, he gave Blake's ass the sharpest of taps before making his way towards the living room, chuckling proudly as he went.

Blake had been ready, quite ready to fire back a retort that he’d been genuine in his question when he found himself thrown over his boyfriend’s shoulder. At once his face blossomed into several different shades of pink and red at the gesture. He moved to protest, squirming only slightly as Caleb began his march into the living room. “He--” Blake had squeaked at the playful strike to his rear and half pouted as he was carried off. He’d be sure to ask later if he were a prize or prisoner of war. Though set loose the only words that floated to the top of his mind then, his tone split between amusement and resignation.

“Not sure what’s worse, being carried off like a spoil of war or that I didn’t see it coming.”