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Austin had tried his hand at acting, but he found himself throwing up with anxiousness at every audition. His mom, always supportive, never suggested that he stop, but the look in her eyes as they drove home from another failed audition said it for her.
Still he soldiered on. He had a couple small roles here and there on pre-teen shows, but it never really panned out.
Then his mom got sick. Watching her struggle with cancer lit a fire under him. He promised her he would do something good with his life.
Once she’s gone, he’s in full career crisis mode. He decides he should quit and go to medical school instead, do something that mattered, that helped others. There is just one problem though, he actually hasn't been in school since he was twelve. That fact basically keeps him living at an elevated level of anxiety.
Right now he’s bartending at the fancy hotel at night to make ends meet and going to the local community college to at least try to get some credits under his belt.
That’s not the only thing that fuels his anxiety.
Austin is a beautiful young man with classic good looks and despite getting hit on all the time at this job, his super shy demeanor has kept him from having sex.
Yeah he’d made out with a couple girls before his mom passed. But even then, his head would be filled with, ‘am I doing it right? do they like it, do I like it? am I taking advantage?’ He could never get over the shyness or see past the apprehension enough to make the next move.
He had his suspicions about being bi. But the idea of finding a guy that turned him on, asking him IF he was gay or bi, then trying to explain that he was a virgin was… it was too much to even think about trying.
Callum had always wanted to be a professional footballer ever since he were a kid booting the ball around the council estate in Chelsea. Once he hit the semipros at 16 years old, something clicked in his head. He buckled down and worked his way into the premier league by the time he was 19. That had been six years ago. Chelsea, his dream team, had picked him up three years ago and since then it was like wearing the blue set him on fire.
His easy manner in interviews and skill on the field had earned him his celebrity rank. Voted as the hottest man on the pitch last year didn’t hurt either. He’d enjoyed the photo shoot for the honor so much that his agent had set him up with a gig for a sportswear company here in L.A. He was gonna be their brand ambassador.
It had been recently brought to his attention that he was 2-5 years from aging out of the pros. It was a terrifying thought. He’d never thought past being a footballer. That he was in his prime right now and having to think about it all ending was giving him nightmares.
The fact that he was openly gay was old news. Sure coming out had been a huge hurdle in his head. However, once he had, it had been a breeze. Like a veil was lifted and he could really be himself. The sex had been amazing at first. Alright it was still amazing, but now he felt he was missing something, something he couldn’t even name.
Still, being in a new city and relatively unknown in America was a blessing. He’d been here two days and had another three in his hotel room. He had been all ready to head out on the town. That was until he had seen the bartender downstairs.
God was he pretty. Cal’s gay-dar had gone off right away.
Cal had decided to stay and chat him up, the hotel version of a cozy night in. After two hours, there had been no conclusive yeah or nay as to whether Austin was gay or straight or bi. The first time Austin had genuinely laughed, his nose scrunching up, Callum was fucking hooked. Callum found himself drawn in; a moth to the warm flame of Austin.
He drained his third dry martini watching Austin politely hand a woman her cosmopolitan. She was definitely flirting and it seemed to go right over his head. She watched him walk back towards Callum’s side of the bar biting her lip and sighing.
“You want another?” Austin asks warmly. He likes how this man puts him at ease with his relaxed confidence. He gets a little thrill every time he comes back to talk to him.
“I’d better not. When do you get off?” Cal had said, pushing the cocktail glass towards Austin.
Both notice how their fingertips brush against one another.
“About an hour.”
Austin had been asked this before, although it had taken a co-worker explaining what it meant for him to realize it. He’d always declined, too shy to do anything. But Callum was different.
In fact, he had looked him up on his break. The pics of him posing in nothing but his shorts, working out with muscles oiled and popping, action shots of him mid kick had Austin speechless. Plus he info that he was gay? Game changer.
“If you are interested, you could come around to my suite. We could chill without this bar between us.” The suggestion flowed from his mouth, casual and relaxed, while his eyes sparkled.
Austin had nodded, why he didn’t really know, but it happened before he could think about it. Now the cocktail napkin with the room number scrawled on it is crumpled in his fist. His uniform of vest and tie bundled and tucked under his arm. His cheap white shirt rolled up at the sleeves and unbuttoned at the collar. He takes a deep breath just before the elevator dings.
He doesn't even have to knock on the door as it’s propped open with the safety deadbolt.
“Hello?” he says a little too softly. He spots the big man’s shirt tossed on the couch and realizes that the shower is running.
“Cal?” he says louder, unsure why he’s using a shortened version of the man’s name.
“Yeah I’ll be out in a sec mate! Make yourself comfy.” Comes the brits voice from inside the bathroom.
Austin pulls the shirt off the chair to sit. He focuses on the feel of the high end textile between his fingers in an effort to quell his nerves. He is considering bolting for the door before Callum emerges. Then he catches a scent. He brings the shirt to his nose and inhales the spicy scent of cologne with the musky underscent of Callum’s body.
Good lord he smelled good.
The bathroom door creaks open and there he is, draped in a hotel robe. The V of the overlap plunges clear down to his navel while the rest converges cleverly under the tight knot around his hips.
Austin is sure he shouldn’t be staring, but he can’t help it. Callum is fucking gorgeous.
Callum is immediately smitten by the way Austin is sitting primly on the chair, knees together. He holds Cal’s shirt bunched up and far too close to his face to be casual. He looks like a deer in headlights.
Cal poorly suppresses a knowing grin.
Austin shakes himself, looking everywhere but Callum. He feels the heat rising up his chest. He focuses on folding the shirt and setting it carefully on the arm as if that was his goal all along.
“Hey, thanks for coming up. Can I get you a drink for a change?” Callum brushes past the fact that he caught Austin red-handed. His relaxed and easy way was comforting to Austin as he sauntered to the minibar.
“Sure, whisky on the rocks.” He’s not sure he really wants it, but also liquid courage would be nice.
Cal opens two tiny bottles, pouring them both into a glass with a tinkling clink of cubes. He’d made sure to get fresh ice on his way up a half hour ago.
Normally his M.O. is to kiss first and ask later, especially if they accepted an invitation to his room. But the beautiful blonde man seems on the verge of panic, so he decides to take it slow.
They sit across from one another, chatting and sipping; Cal with ease and Austin with an ever loosening grip on his usual shyness. Cal slowly ups the flirt level as Austin opens up about his life and the double whisky does its work.
Austin finds himself saying things about his acting career that he’d never actually expressed to anyone. Then how after his mom’s death, he was questioning everything.
“Damn man, that takes stones to decide to switch it all up. I don’t think I could handle going back to school,” Cal says, “but let’s be real, I don’t belong in any sort of Uni, let alone a medical field. Nah, a grass pitch is the only field where I belong.”
“I bet you really shine there. Some of those pictures I saw online were… wow. You could be a model.” Austin glances up to find Cal staring at him.
A beat passes and Cal reaches out to cup Austin’s chin playfully.
“So could you mate, with a face like this, you must shine wherever you are.”
Usually Austin would look away, breathing out a bashful ‘no’, but he can’t look away. He freezes as the man’s blue eyes capture him.
Cal too, is mesmerized by Austin’s azure gaze. He can’t seem to let go of the chiseled jaw. He leans in to brush his lips against Austin’s beautiful full ones.
“I’ve never done it.” Austin blurts out before Callum can press the kiss.
“Never done what, handsome?” The question grazes against the blonde man’s lips.
“Sex.” The word comes out as awkward as Austin feels.
“Yeah, sure,” Callum chuckles. He finds it hard to believe that a man this hot has never been shagged, until he feels his body bristle.
Austin is all set to sublimate into thin air at the laughter.
“Like at all,” Austin says defensively.
Cal pulls back, watching as a mad red climbs up Austin’s neck like an invitation. Maybe it’s the touch of hot Irish blood in him, but it’s horny as hell watching this blonde male bombshell turn the color of a hard dick.
Callum takes a breath, knowing that if he wants this, he’s got to handle this delicately.
“S’ok mate, there’s a first time for everyone. We can take it step by step. But I need you to tell me if we need to slow down or stop.”
Austin had assumed that kind of confession would get him jeered at or worse, pawed over. Instead, the kindness and understanding actually stirred something inside him.
Callum’s fingers thread into Austin’s hair, combing it away from his face with a gentleness that was immediately calming.
“Can you do that for me, love?”
All Austin can do is nod in agreement, speechless in wonder at just how soothing the big man’s touch is. How long had it been since he’d been touched? He couldn’t remember.
Cal’s fingers trace down Austin’s arm to the watch on his left wrist. With one hand, he pushes the strap out of its catch, peeling off the leather slowly. The cool air hits the inside of his wrist and makes Austin inhale. When Cal’s fingers play along the slight indent left by the band, trepidation evaporates into desire.
Everything in the room makes a 120deg turn and they are kissing. Slow at first, taking in every nibble, every brush of their tongues. It deepens, mouths open and exploring. Blowing breath breezing along cheeks.
Buttons slip slowly through buttonholes, fabric peels back until they are bare chest to bare chest.
Cal is determined to go slow. His own first experience was all stripping fast, spit and speed and the stupid intensity of teenage passion and the real fear of getting caught.
His tongue curls around the gold necklace Austin wears as he plants kisses on his neck. Austin’s palm rests on the back of Cal’s head, tightening as Cal gently sucks on his skin. Cal’s big hands are warm on Austin’s narrow waist and it seems to anchor them both.
All the while, Cal talks him through it like the gentle giant he is with phrases like, ‘I like these little constellations on your skin,’ and ‘let’s take this off next, hmmm’ and ‘that’s a sensitive nipple, aint it?’.
It's fucking beautiful and slow and hot as fuck.
“Let me suck you,” Cal murmurs into Austin's ear.
Austin didn’t jolt, per se, but he was taken aback. He figured he would be doing whatever to Cal. Why? He didn’t know, he just thought that was how it worked based on status or something.
Cal has already tossed a pillow to the ground at Austin’s feet and shoved the coffee table to the side with one foot. Cal's grin is wide as he sinks to his knees, undoing Austin's fly without breaking eye contact.
Austin watches in a sort of frozen anticipation as Cal springs his cock from its cotton blend prison.
“Fuck man, this is gorgeous,” Cal says in awe once he had slipped his eyes down to the pretty pink length in front of his face. “And I get to suck it first.” Cal licks his lips, “Lucky.”
It was warm, wet, and just enough suction to make Austin’s hand feel obsolete.
Callum sped up incrementally, pausing here and there to build up anticipation or to get a breath. He loved a cock in his mouth. It was like everything else slipped away: all worry about life, football, the inevitable. Concern over what to do next and how to use or change his brand? All that just disappeared when he was focused on a cock in his mouth. It was like meditation for him.
The grunts of pleasure above him? His chimes.
The up and down movement of his head and his hand? The twirling dance. The focus on the pattern of his breath, tongue, and lip positions? His pranayama.
And no… a dildo wasn’t the same. He’d tried it. It was a poor substitute for the soft skin and warm blood of real, live dick in front of you.
“Shit, Callum!” The words break through Cal’s mindful absorption.
He pulls back slowly, making Austin’s legs shake as he pops off softly.
Austin cards his own hair back nervously. Austin is so close to the edge he can feel his toes hanging off.
“You wanna cum down my throat, handsome?”
“Oh fuck,” Austin groans, “Yeah, can I?”
Cal’s face smirks in answer just before he’s up and over the tip, engulfing him deep in one go.
Austin can feel the back of Cal’s mouth. His hips just forward of their own accord. Cal shakes his head back and forth, just enough to wallow in the feeling of choking on a cock. Then he’s sucking and moving, gliding up and down, throttling himself just a hair more each time.
It was a fucking masterclass in cock sucking; one student, one teacher, no waiting.
Austin grips the arms of the chair, desperate for some grounding.
“Oh- Yes- Oh- Fuck-” each word a grunt that matched the plunging of his cock into Cal’s mouth. His face was scrunched, lips forming a loose, round O.
It’s fucking insane and glorious. The best his cock has ever felt.
Cum gushes from his tip and into Cal’s waiting mouth and Cal sucks relentlessly.
Like a kick on the pitch, you gotta have good follow-through if you are gonna make it.
The cum sloshes and squirms as it fills his mouth. He won’t swallow until Austin’s cock is spent.
“Jesus, fucking, Christ,” Austin jerks away in overstimulation. Popping out of Cal’s slurpy mouth.
Cal grins up at him and swallows. A white bead of cum dribbles out the corners of his mouth which he wipes with the back of his hand.
“Fuck man, you taste good” his Londoner accent low and thick.
Austin is panting and looking at Cal like he is a celestial being. One on his knees and swallowing a mouthful of his cum.
What does that make me then? The thought flashes for a hot second in his head until Cal’s salty lips hit Austin's again. Then it’s game over for any metacognition.
Cal’s movements are fast and intense. Oral always turns him on so much. He stands, pulling Austin up by the neck. Cal’s only a couple inches taller, yet it feels like he’s towering over him. His tongue is insistent on sweeping into Austin’s mouth in a hard kiss as he pushes him against the wall.
The god now renewed by the ambrosia of life.
Austin clings to him, bending like a reed in the wind and letting him take whatever he wanted.
“Damnit, I want to fuck you,” Cal growls, “I wanna take you nice and slow, make it incredible, make you feel my every inch.”
The idea itself derails Austin's brain.
Cal pushes Austin’s hand onto the thick cock that miraculously is still covered by the fluffy white bathrobe.
“But we’d have to work up to this.
Austin, wanting to do more than just let stuff happen to him, shakily pulls the belt from its tenuous knot on Callum’s stomach. The heavy, solid cock, springs out as the robe splays open.
Shit.
Austin had fingered himself a couple times. Gotten up to two in fact. He’d once had plans to buy a dildo and fuck himself, but rent had to come first. But to see this thick cock in his actual hand. Dammit, he didn’t think he could do it, that he could take it in the ass.
Cal knows what is between his legs, and he’s fucked enough guys to know the look in Austin’s eyes.
“You can just jerk me off, it’s ok,” Cal smiles reassuringly.
“Now that wouldn't be fair. “ Austin catches him, blue eyes to blue eyes as he strokes the big dick. All shy anxiety seems to have melted off him. He sinks to his knees and Callum leans forward against the wall, letting Austin just go for it.
And fuck if Austin wasn’t a quick study. His mouth was wet, his tongue attentive and his teeth nowhere to be felt. His hand lightly fondles the big man’s balls as his head bobs up and down to an internal rhythm.
Suddenly Callum wonders if Austin was being totally truthful, this man had to have done this before.
Austin concentrated on a steady movement and suction at first. Then, remembering the pauses Cal had done, he’d slow and stop for a moment. He experimented, stopping when he was still deep or twirling his tongue off the tip and even rubbing him against the flat of his extended tongue. All of it an experiment in what might feel good, both to Cal and to his own tongue.
“Holy shitballs,” Cal suddenly blurts out. His hands leap to Austin’s head.
Austin’s tongue had instinctively tried to swallow the spit building up in his mouth, but instead had just captured Cal’s tip on the roof of his mouth.
“Do that again,” Cal demands.
Austin does, focusing on milking the big tip.
Over and over Cal moans and jerks. His balls tighten to his body.
“Fuck, gonna cum in that pretty mouth!”
Austin keeps slurping back and forth finding that he wants to experience it all.
Cal's ass tightens hard and his breath holds in his big chest.
Austin just keeps it up, steady.
Cal bursts cream into Austin’s mouth. Austin chokes just a bit at first, but keeps swallowing every pumping spurt.
Cal’s heavy breathing returns, replacing the tautness in his body as it relaxes.
“Fuck man that was good,” Cal puffs out.
Austin sits back on his heels, wiping his chin. “Beginners' luck, but yeah it was.”
“Not even?” he thumbs at Austin’s mouth, wiping a spot of cum from his gorgeous upper lip.
“No, not even.”
“You’re amazing,” Cal begins, feeling a bit guilty.
“No, please.” Austin is suddenly shy again, turning scarlet.
What was it with Cal and blushing? It had never turned him on this much; it had to be this man in particular.
Austin finds himself on his back with the solid weight of Callum on top of him. How they had gotten to the bed in the other room was beyond him.
Mouths open and acquiesce to the intensity of tongues and lips. Nothing but pure want coming though. It’s as though what is enough for others, ie blowjobs, is just an appetizer for these two.
Cal tugs at Austin’s trousers. Austin divests himself of them, kicking them away.
The naked body against Cal’s skin is magic to his senses. His kisses down Austin’s smooth chest and into the furrow made by his abs leaving wildfire in his wake.
Cal gives himself a little treat of pulling the half hard cock into his mouth. Austin moans, not quite able to get hard yet.
Cal smiles up at him as Austin frowns apologetically.
“I got you mate,” Cal seems to say with his eyes.
He pushes Austin’s legs up towards his chest. Austin grabs his knees without having to think. He wants whatever Cal will give him.
Cal growls as he laps at Austin’s balls, the tip of his tongue playing on the blonde man’s taint.
Saliva trickles down as Cal lets his mouth get sloppy.
“Is this ok?” he says just as his thumb rubs the spit into Austin's pucker.
“Yeah. Oh fuck!” Austin’s head tilts back at the glorious sensation.
Cal can’t help but smile wide.
Austin’s cock was valiantly trying to come to life again when Cal took it back into his mouth. At the same time he increases pressure onto Austin's ass.
Austin tightens up, shying away.
“No, open up for me, like push against my finger,” Cal says into Austin’s tip like a microphone.
The lips moving across his glans is tantalizing in and of itself. But the way Cal's finger slides into his asshole when he pushes down a little? Fuck.
“There you go,” Cal moans before swallowing his cock again.
His finger ticks just a little forward and Austin nearly loses it. His back arches and his fingers dig into the bedspread and Cal’s hair.
Cal’s mouth is filled with a rock hard cock all of a sudden. It’s perfect for what he really wants.
He lightly sucks and gently fucks Ausitn’s ass with his finger, just to enjoy the sounds coming from above him.
Sounds Austin can’t help making, it feels so good getting fingered, especially by this hunk of a man.
“You alright man, you seem a bit overwhelmed.” Cal asks softly, suddenly up by Austin’s head.
“Yeah, fuck it feels so good, I’m ok though.” Austin’s mouth is suddenly covered in Callum’s. It’s a deep and nearly desperate kiss.
“Fuck you are so hot writhing on my finger,” Cal pants into Austin’s ear, “you wanna find out what that’s like?”
“Yeah, please,” Austin wants whatever Cal wants. Which he assumes is to put his massive cock into his virginal ass. Isn’t that what should come next? To his surprise, he finds Cal rolling a condom onto his cock.
Onto Austin’s cock.
He’s even more surprised to find himself laying in between the man’s thick thighs and the words ‘fuck me then’ coming from the big footballer as he slaps lube onto his asshole.
Shit.
Austin didn’t know he wanted this until it was right in front of him. His head is buzzing like he’d taken some drug. Cal’s big hand is spreading lube onto his covered cock before stroking his own dick and pulling his balls up out of the way.
Austin pokes around a little, sure of what he needs to do, but unsure of exactly how to do it.
Cal comes to the rescue, holding Austin’s shaft and guiding him to his asshole.
“Right there,” he commands.
Austin pushes and enters a whole new fucking world; literally and figuratively.
The heat is amazing, the clench on his cock superb, the moaning coming from the big man under him is mindblowing.
Austin lets whatever carnal creature that resides inside him rupture outward. His hips begin to pump in and out. His eyes glued to his cock disappearing into the dark rosy hole under the heavy balls.
“Yeah, harder” Cal is stroking his own cock, back arched in pleasure.
Austin’s body obeys before his mind can even process the words. His fingers are digging into Cal’s hips, using every muscle he has to slam his dick into the hot man.
Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap
Austin’s thighs slap against Cal’s ass.
Thup, slup, thup, slup
Cal’s cock slurps in his lube filled hand.
Just when Austin’s is about to explode, his cardiovascular system screaming, Cal groans hard.
“Gawwww!”
Austin watches as a streamer of white honey shoots from Cal’s tip and all over the hills and valleys of his stomach and chest.
It’s more carnality than he can bear.
“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” his eyes squint shut, his hips shove even deeper into Cal’s asshole. He lets loose, surrounded by Cal’s quivering anal ring and feeling his cum spurting into the condom, basting his cock in its own viscous juices.
They both still, but for the body’s desperate need for oxygen exchange.
When he opens his eyes, Austin is greeted by the biggest smile.
“Fucking hell mate, this is really your first time?”
Austin laughs out a panting smile and nods, too flush in dopamine to blush.
It’s a good thing too, otherwise when Austin pulled out, Cal would have been on him a third time in a flash.
As it was, it took all of a quarter of an hour.
Austin was sat on the end of the bed with a quiet smile on his face. Naked still, unable to even think about clothes. Cal, fresh out of the bathroom, had flopped onto the chair opposite his big thighs spread and a lazy, satisfied grin on his face.
Yup, it was only 15 minutes before Austin found himself hovering over Cal’s lap, lube in hand and begging for fingers. God he’d never been so turned on in his life.
The third time was the best of three, slow, quiet, tantalizing. Cal took his time opening Austin up, torturing him with gentle pressure and mumbled words of encouragement.
It felt like hours before Cal mounted him, stretching him out like the pretty boy he was, cuz that’s all he wanted to be at that moment.
Callum was the benevolent sex god, handling him with a golden touch. Austin was the sweet little fuck toy, doing what he was told and in perfect bliss because of it.
Austin didn’t really know what ‘subspace’ was…but he had just fucking found it.
Cal? Well, Cal was thoroughly besotted.
It turns out, all either of them needed was a little nudge.
Austin; the sudden jolt of being the boyfriend of one smokin-hot English footballer was the push into the spotlight his career needed.
For Cal it was the sudden realization of being in love that seemed to carve out the vision of his future in clear tones. Ones that included Austin’s laughter, the soft whoosh of his sleeping breath on Cal’s neck, and church bells.