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The tapping of Caleb's shoes barely drowned out the ticking of the clock, he had been trying to ignore it in an attempt to make time pass by faster, but to his displeasure it only made him want to check the time more often. As he clicked away at his computer, re-reading through old mission logs, all he could think about was his Pipsqueak; He wondered what they were doing right now, maybe laying on the couch watching some show, or maybe cleaning up their room. Maybe not that one. But a colonel could hope.
Checking the clock once more, ' 4:45pm ' , he groaned, time always passed slower when he had nothing to be doing. He had finished up all the important work hours ago, but he still wasn't allowed to leave because he had already early the past few days and he needed to hit the weekly minimum. Salary work is stupid. If he finishes his shit early he should be allowed to go home to his Pipsqueak.
Surely there's no harm in packing up his bag early though, it's not like his office is under surveillance, and even if it was, what would they do about it? Stop him? The thought was absurd.
As he slid his laptop and files into the large pocket he thought about what he'd cook them for dinner, it was a friday so maybe he should do something a bit special, maybe some char siu? No, he made that tuesday. Soup dumplings could work, pip loves them- Ughhhhh, no he made them last thursday and the days are too close to eachother. OH! Fuck how could he not think of this as his first option. Braised chicken wings. They love them every time, and he hasn't made them in atLEAST two weeks. Perfect. And he could serve with apple pecan salad and buttery garlic dinner rolls. He's such a good Gege, always taking care of his Pipsqueak. Now he just has to text them that he's on his way home before heading out. He took out his phone from his uniform pocket and opened his chat with them, ' Little Seagull ' , their nickname on his phone has been the same ever since he got his first phone, he can't bare to change it after so long, so it stays.
Caleb Xia: Hey Pips, just got off of work, want me to grab you anything on the way home? :)
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Weird.
Caleb Xia: Pipssssss
I can see you online
Are you ignoring me? :(
Little Seagull is Offline
Caleb stared blankly at his phone for a moment going through everything he did this morning, trying to guess what he could've done wrong. He had let them sleep in, packed their lunch for work, given them a goodbye kiss. What could he have possibly done to warrant being ignored.
He grabbed his bag and marched out of his office, an ugly feeling blooming in his chest. But he had to remain neutral. It was probably something stupid and small that he could just quickly apologize for and everything would be fixed... ... . But what if it's not. It shouldn't be. He hasn't done anything bad recently, and the last time he did it was when he 'died'. And they didn't hate him even then so it couldn't possibly be a big issue. He can fix it. He can fix anything. Ofcourse he can. He's their Gege and he's always kissed every booboo better.
He nodded at the front desk lady quickly before pacing out into the parking lot, taking his keys out of his pocket and unlocking his car. Opening the door. Tossing his bag into the passenger seat. Sliding into the driver's seat. Slamming the door behind himself.
He hadn't even noticed he had started sweating, he gripped the steering wheel and shoved the key into the ignition, quickly turning it and shifting the gear before releasing the break and pulling out.
The sun had already started setting when he had left the building, and by the time he started driving it was all the way down. Every minute felt like an hour and every stop-light felt like a decade. His composure had long since crumbled, as he gripped the wheel shakily he tried to calm his breathing. His mind was racing a million miles a second, coming up with anything that could possibly be wrong, from it being a misunderstanding all the way to them wanting him dead. And he'd do so if they asked. But that isn't the point. He knows this is irrational and he needs to calm down before he ends up losing control. He just needs to finish rushing home and get to his Pipsqueak. Then everything will be fine.
His head felt like a warzone, which was funny since he's literally a colonel and has been out to war, but the thought of them hating him arguably was the most scared he's ever been. No death, or near death experience could relate. He'd even been more calm when he was blown up for fucks sake.
As he pulled into the driveway he forgot his bag and almost forgot to lock the car, before running up to the front door and jamming the key into the lock. Pushing the door open sent a pang of anxiety into his stomach.
The lights in the house were off. He pulled out his phone and checked Life360. They were certainly at home. He shoved his phone back in his pocket and closed the door behind himself, neglecting to take his shoes off as he slowly stalked through the house. Checking the living room first, and making his way through ever room until he walked up to the kitchen. The fridge door was open, lighting up the room a bit, the center of the light was obstructed though.
As he stalked around and up infront of the fridge, that's where he found you. Filling a glass with juice.
As you turned around you bumped into him and let out a scream. Quickly realizing it's him though and trying to catch your breath.
"CALEB????????? Why didn't you tell me you-" You started to lecture them, before being interrupted by a tight hug.
You could still feel their heart beating at a pace that could rival the speed of light as he gripped you, you brought your arms up to rub his back, his face finding it's place in the crook of your neck. Caleb's warm embrace felt nice, so you decided to remain quiet until he decided to break the silence. You guys stayed glued together for a few minutes before he let out a soft-
"Sorry.."
You looked up at him in confusion, the fridge's light illuminating the troubled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong?" You replied, reaching up to cup his face with one hand.
"You're not mad at me?" He replied in confusion, weakly leaning into your touch.
"No?"
"Then why were you ignoring me." He pulled away, stepping back as his face hardened.
"Don't be stupid, Yizhou, why would I ignore you." You replied matter-of-fact, before turning to close the fridge door.
As the door clicked you felt an arm slam above you, your heart quickly dropping as you were caged in.
"Don't sass me. I saw you read my messages." He snarled, anger bubbling up inside of him.
"I wasn't ignoring you, my phone screen's broken so I couldn't reply." Your hands put up in defense.
"Then why didn't you call me?" Caleb whined, stepping back and huffing.
"My screen is broken?" You smiled awkwardly, tilting your head.
"The voice commands still work with a broken screen. Stupid." He grumbled, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair as he turned to go turn the kitchen light on.
"Ah... I completely forgot about those. I'll make sure to do that next time." You took a sip from your cup and sat up on the counter, eyeing him up as walked back.
He tossed his hat and coat onto the island, then kicking off his shoes and loosening his tie before letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He was still a bit pissed off, but he couldn't help but be thankful that nothing was actually wrong. The leftover anxiety continued pumping through his veins, he'd have to make sure to take more of his sleeping pills than usual, because there was no way in hell he was getting to sleep on the normal dose after a panic attack like that. The afterglow left him feeling a bit pathetic, all that over something so small.
As he walked back up to fridge he couldn't help but let his eyes roam your body, sat up on the counter just resting there after scaring him like that. You're lucky he's not petty. Atleast not with you.
"I'm going to start dinner, do you want to help?" He asked, opening up the fridge and double checking he has all the ingredients.
"I had a different idea actually, I've been thinking about it for a while and this'd probably be the perfect time, you don't have to if you don't want to though ofcourse." You offered, making sure to reassure that he didn't have to comply.
"Oh?" Caleb hummed, closing the fridge back up and walking infront of you.
You blushed before continuing, "I read online that venting your feelings out during sex is a good outlet because it releases dopamine and stuff and cuz you can like vent and stuff." You could feel your heart start to race again, and your palms quickly becoming sweaty; And Caleb was CERTAINLY not helping, looking at you all smug while leaning on the island like that....
"Oh really?" He asked, letting out a husky giggle.
"DON'T LAUGH." You covered your face, feeling your whole body suddenly get all hot. "I just thought maybe it'd like make it easier for you to talk to me or something since that's when you seem the least uptight or something I dunno...." You felt yourself trail off.
"You want me to vent to you?" He interrogated, leaning down to be face level with you.
"Well... You always want me to tell you about my feelings... And... I just want you to know you can talk to me whenever... AND IT DOESN'T HAVE TO INCLUDE SEX. That was just like a little extra thingy."
He smiled softly, "Pips, I know you care about me, but my emotions are a mess, it's easier just to deal with it on my own."
"But I don't want you to suffer alone... I know how it feels... Please tell me if you're ever hurting, Ge..." You pouted, feeling sad at the thought of him thinking he could ever burden you.
You can almost see the gears turning in his head, and you're prepared to get rejected once again when-
"I accept, on one condition." He steps closer to you, to the point where your faces are almost touching.
"No sex?" You ask.
"Just tell me if it gets too much. Please." He looks into your eyes, waiting for a reply.
"You could never be too much, Ge." You huffed, puffing your cheeks.
"Please?"
"Fine...." You were only agreeing for his own peace of mind, trying to get him to open up was like pulling nails.
He grinned, suddenly picking you up off the counter and causing you to quickly cling to him, he let out another low giggle and you could feel it in his chest. As he started walking towards his room you realized you left your full glass of juice on the counter. Oh well. Later you can deal with that.
He shuffled so he was holding you with one arm so he could open the door, you keep forgetting how strong he is, he could snap you in half pretty easily... That probably wouldn't be too bad.
After he tossed you onto the bed he started to strip some more of his uniform off, removing his shirt and tie completely.
You can't help the way your eyes trail up and down his figure. He's always been attractive as far back as you can remember, but after joining the DAA he became buff, like BUFF buff. Yet he still had a slutty little waist, it's no fair honestly; What does he need all those curves for? Another man to hold?? Not even to mention he has HUGE pectorals, like he looks like if you willed it hard enough he could produce some milk... That's not a bad idea honestly... Being breastfed by Caleb... WAIT NO WHAT. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING THAT'S SO WEIRD WHAT SHUT UP.
"You've been rather quiet, see something you like, Pips?" He asked, snapping you back to reality.
"Uh- Uh- Um... Uh- Yes...?" Words were suddenly coming out like you were taxed per letter, and him laughing at your struggles wasn't making it any easier. Stupid cutie Caleb.
He walked back over to his bed and sat at the edge, looking almost unsure of what to say or do.
"We can start whenever you're ready, or we can just talk if you want." You crawled over to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.
He looked down at you very briefly, before slowly turning and leaning down to ghost his lips above yours, his left arm resting on the low of your back. As you stared at him, you noticed he was just staring at your lips, you could feel his warm breaths on your mouth as he just remained still.
Caleb took every movement very slowly and you just let him puppet your body, he leaned over so his forehead was pressed against your collarbone and his hands were toying with the bottom of your shirt. You could almost feel his heartbeats with how close you two are. Closing your eyes you could hear it. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. You could feel him slowly push you onto your back, keeping his head pressed to your chest. His left hand finding it's way closer to your crotch, and his right spreading your legs.
When you opened your eyes back up you could see him gently starting to slither into your shorts.
"I guess... I just got worried." He paused. "When I saw the texts get read and not replied to, I mean."
"Why?" You asked, bringing your hand up to play with his hair.
"I thought I had done something to upset you.." He started to slowly run a finger up and down your slit, eliciting a quiet whimper from you.
"Why would I ever be upset with you, Ge?" You have almost never been upset with Caleb, atleast during your adult life, and even when you had been it was never over something big.
"I don't know.. Sometimes my mind just runs too fast for me have any time to actually think before reacting." He replied as he slowly slipped a finger into you and started thumbing your clit.
"E-Even if I was upset with yoo-ou why would you panic s-so har-rrd?" It was getting hard to suppress your noises while trying to speak, as jolts of pleasure would shoot through you mid-word.
You could feel him laugh dryly at your question, like it was common sense. "You wouldn't understand, Pips."
"C-CC-fuck, you could tt-try explaining it t-to me?" You tried reasoning, between moans ofcourse, but you still tried.
"Hm... It's just... You mean a lot to me. And if anything ever happened to you... I really don't know what I'd do... Pips... I'd be so lost without you..." You could hear his throat tightening on him.
He removed his hand from inside of you, pushing himself up and positioning himself to kneel between your legs, a bitter look on his face, like he was thinking hard.
"Nothing's going to happen to me, Ge, you don't have to worry." You reassured, a soft smile on your face.
He slowly slid your bottoms off and tossed them off the side of his bed, then reaching into his uniform pants and pulling out his hardened dick. He shuffled a bit closer, giving himself a few pumps before lining up the tip with your entrance. He leaned back into you, his forehead pressed to your chest as he started to run his tip up and down your slit, rolling over your clit, over, and over. Sending sparks to your core.
"I'm nn-not going anywhere, Caleb." You repeated, as you started to rub his back you felt him shudder against you, taking in a deep breath.
He started to steadily push his tip into your hole, the stretch burned a bit, but in a good way. You tossed your head back and pressed your free hand to your forehead. He wasn't even halfway in yet when you started to feel him pressing into your cervix, your walls clung to him like a warm and suspiciously wet weighted blanket. As you tried to suppress your own noises you heard Caleb's labored breaths, you tightened your grip on his hair and he inhaled sharply. He shifted his head and his beautiful purple eyes stared up at you through his thick wet eyelashes. He looked straight out of a porno and by the gods you felt like you were going to cum on the spot.
You brushed his bangs out of his face and wiped away some stray tears, he leaned into you as he bottomed out, and you could swear you saw stars as he filled you up completely. His hips flush against yours and your feet in the air, he gripped onto your hips tightly as he slowly pulled most of his length out, before slamming back in, drawing a gasp from you.
Your body had to be on fire with how hot everything felt, your moans and grunts mixed together as the sound of wet slapping filled the room. You could feel him all the way up in your stomach, like he was plowing a hole through you, not that you'd mind. As he pulled out and pushed back in, you could feel everything, from your walls trying to hold him in, to him ramming back into your cervix, probably bruising it. Your head felt all buzzy, and your face was burning up.
Caleb came face to face with you, his hands gripping your hips as he continued pumping in and out. His lips hovered above yours quickly before he closed his eyes mashed them together. You felt his tongue prod your teeth for entrance, which you happily granted. As your tongues danced every so often he'd softly bite your bottom lip. You were almost completely lost in pleasure when you felt something wet drop on your face. Tears had broken free from his eyes, you moved your hands up to cup his face and lay a gentle kiss on his cheek and his hips stuttered.
"I love you..." He whimpered.
"I ll-love you to-oo, Call-leb..!" You moaned, feeling yourself get closer.
He quickened up his pace, gripping your hips tighter, every thrust making you see stars. You could feel the build up become more and more until it popped, he immediately tensed up and you could feel his hot seed fill you to the brim. As he finished riding out your highs you started to calm back down. Every sensation feeling like too much.
He gently pulled out, his cum dripping out from the gape he left.
Caleb carefully cradled you, his warm body pressed against yours felt like heaven. You could feel his deep breaths on your neck as his hands found their home back on your hips.
"I'm sorry I didn't reply earlier, I probably should have left my phone in my bag instead of carrying it during battle." You apologized softly, feeling your eyes get heavy.
"It's fine, Pips, we need to get your phone fixed in the morning though." Caleb hummed against you, nuzzling further in. "Just... call me next time. Please..."