Call Me Yours [BL]

Chapter 11

Tuesdays become their days.

So, it's ironic they haven't spent a Tuesday together in two weeks.

Ardyn cancels on them first. He's polite enough to do it in advance. Midterms, he sends in their group chat, joined with a flurry of sad emojis. Kahili asks about his classes and Valen sends back a single sad emoji.

Ardyn spends all Tuesday holed up in the library with Prince. It's productive... until it isn't. They have to move to separate tables. Then Prince texts him from a table away, and Ardyn's always been too indulgent. They have to leave after that—when Ardyn is bent over his table with his head in his arms. His shoulders shake violently with the laughter he holds in. Prince is holding his laptop over his face when Ardyn looks up, but he sees the tremble in his hands.

they probably hate us, Prince texts.

Ardyn agrees and they leave.

Tuesday doesn't work out, but Kahili and Valen text him Thursday night.

It's at the start of his eight-hour shift, just past 4 o'clock.

Kahili 4:09 PM

Are you free after work?

Ardyn 4:15 PM

i get off at 12?

Kahili 4:15 PM

I know

Are you free?

Ardyn 4:33 PM

creeper

yes

Ardyn 4:40 PM

i can pick up food?

Kahili 5:06 PM

I can pick you up

I think you're the only person who eats dinner at midnight

Ardyn 5:08 PM

i do have a car yknow

and i work late. there's no food here

Kahili 5:08 PM

I know, but who's going to open your door?

I'll buy you food

Ardyn 5:25 PM

dont you work early ?

Kahili 5:26 PM

Yes

Ardyn 5:30 PM

okay pick me up

Valen 11:25 PM

I want food.

Ardyn 11:30 PM

see?

Kahili 11: 31 PM

Does bottoming work up a midnight appetite?

Ardyn 11:34 PM

not sure

i'll have to tell you later

Valen dislikes Kahili's message. He likes Ardyn's.

Thursday—well, Friday—isn't their day, but it's spent together in a tangle of limbs and jazz music adding to their symphony of moans. It feels like nothing short of a booty call, but as Ardyn lays in their bed catching his breath, he feels another surge of arousal from the quickness of everything. They were horny and they thought of him—they wanted him. There was always next Tuesday, and they both worked early in the morning, but they waited for him.

Ardyn sits up naked and bare with his thighs covered in slick and bites his lip. "Can we do it again before I leave?"

Kahili drags him back down. He goes down with a string of giggles.

"You're perfect for Val," he says. "Insatiable."

Valen smirks while he works Ardyn's legs open. Two fingers push into his hole. "That's not true."

"You milk me dry, my love. I can't do more than three."

Ardyn spreads his thighs wider when Valen lines his c**k up with his entrance. He loses his breath when Valen eases into him. "Can you, baby? Can you do three for me?"

"I can," Ardyn moans, and he does.

Their Friday starts with a midnight booty call.

Ardyn sleeps in and wakes the next morning feeling especially refreshed.

He rolls over and feels for his phone, and when he checks it he finds a text message already waiting for him. A smile presses into his pillow.

Kahili 5:13 AM

Worth it

Valen likes his message at 6 AM.

Ardyn 10:12 AM

i think it did work up my appetite

im already feeling hungry again

Valen 11:02 AM

I'm hungry too.

Kahili 11:04 AM

Insatiable. Both of you

Kahili 11:10 AM

Are you free after work?

They cancel on him next Tuesday.

Kahili sends an overly apologetic text, along with a hundred dollars, in absence of their hangout. Hangout? Is it a hangout? In absence of their scheduled booty call that they were paying for. Ardyn cringes from the thought. Their hangout doesn't play out because Kahili's swarmed with work.

Ardyn finds out with delight that he's showcasing his latest collection in Fashion Week.

It shocks Ardyn so much he presses the call button.

"New York Fashion Week? Isn't that, like, a ginormous deal?"

"It's not-"

"It is!" Valen's voice is distant and muffled in the background.

"Okay, it is," Kahili chuckles. "It's—a lot. A lot of work and a lot of pressure."

"I knew you were known, but," Ardyn's head shakes in the darkness of his room, "not travel to New York known."

"I just got approved this week. It was a long process of applications and other bullshit, but," he sighs and Ardyn can hear his smile. "It's not till September but I'm basically starting from scratch. I need to meet with my staff on Tuesday, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry! That's amazing," Ardyn gushes. "That's—wow."

I told you, Valen says in the back.

"I should start charging you more," Ardyn teases.

"You can."

Ardyn lies back in bed and bites at his smile. "Any other shocking news I should know about?"

"Well," he drags, "Val left the toilet seat up this morning."

"I was cleaning it!"

"So he says."

So, Tuesday doesn't work out again.

But Ardyn sends a photo to their group chat on Wednesday.

Ardyn 2:28 PM

[attached image]

looks familiar

It's a poster Prince points out when they're walking through Town Square. Prince is sipping at his smoothie when he lazily gestures to the Celine store. "Isn't that our sugar daddy?"

Ardyn's jaw promptly falls to the floor.

Prince picks it back up.

His phone is out the next second, snapping a picture of Valen's ceiling-to-floor poster in the Celine window. Ardyn thinks it's poor marketing to have someone like Valen represent your brand. Ardyn isn't even sure what he's modeling. Jewelry, he thinks, but it's hard to tell when Valen's the only thing captivating his attention. He's ethereal behind the glass and on paper.

Valentine.

Valen 4:02 PM

:)

Kahili 5:16 PM

Tell me you took a picture with it

Ardyn 5:17 PM

[attached image]

Valen hearts his message.

Valen 5:19 PM

Come over after work?

Kahili cancels on him again next Tuesday.

Ardyn feels a pang of disappointment when he wakes up and reads it. No worries! he texts back.

That's three Tuesdays they haven't seen each other. His disappointment isn't justified, he knows. Something else always works out in the week. A call, a late-night hangout if he's lucky, but he can't shake this disappointment no matter how hard he tries.

Ardyn doesn't mope around, but his attitude does a complete 180 when Kahili texts again.

Kahili 10:40 AM

You guys should hangout

Ardyn's spoon falls back into his cereal. He snatches his phone off the countertop. Three times he reads it, three times it stays exactly the same.

He swallows his mouth full of cereal and contemplates a response. Is that allowed? He doesn't send it. Is this a trick? Nor that.

His ears perk when a new text comes through.

Valen 10:45 AM

Sounds fun.

Ardyn runs to his room to get ready.

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The living room becomes one of their favorite spots. The view of the city always takes Ardyn's breath away. It's not as impressive during the day, not like it is at night when the sun sets and the moon casts a celestial, airy light throughout their home.

It's unfamiliar to Ardyn, the change in atmosphere.

Their hangouts always bleed well into the night. When the city is awake with the freedom from work and there's that short pause of independence before the cycle repeats again tomorrow.

That pause is usually reserved for Ardyn. Kahili and Valen aren't under the shackles of a 9-5 job. Their work hours vary and are too inconsistent for Ardyn to make sense of, but he sees that freedom in their demeanors when it's just the three of them under the moonlight. Kahili's slow exhale after he cums into the condom, that prolonged pause before he pulls out to check on Ardyn.

Ardyn likes to imagine a weight lifting off his shoulders. When Kahili pulls out and stretches out the ache in Ardyn's thighs, Ardyn hopes that moment is what Kahili needs to finally relax. To forget work and the inevitable cycle that will never end, and to think about them instead.

Valen's freedom looks different than Kahili's.

There's that same slow exhale, that same motion of pulling out of Ardyn and stretching the aches in his body.

Then Valen reaches for him again. He molds Ardyn into a different position as the sheets bear witness to Valen's indulgence. He indulges in Ardyn as much as he pleases, a similar weight lifted off his shoulders as he f***s into the younger's body with the whispered promise of another round. That sparse window of freedom is spent with the choice to satiate his s****l urges when it's just the three of them.

"Are you listening to me, darling?"

"Mm—" Ardyn nods.

"I don't think you are," Valen muses. He doesn't seem to mind, not when he strokes Ardyn's sides in slow, gentle movements that lull Ardyn further into that headspace. He feels right on the cusp of it, his head dropped in Valen's neck as he drowns in vanilla. Valen is a steady, unmoving force under him. He holds Ardyn with gentle caresses and soft murmurs against his skin. "—this is how I know you're not listening." Valen turns his head and talks against Ardyn's cheek. "I mentioned Kahili and no reaction?"

Ardyn's response is slow. "..Kahili?"

"Oh," Valen giggles, "You heard that?"

Ardyn presses, "Kahili?"

Valen ignores him. "You said you weren't gonna get distracted, baby. You said you could take it."

"I can," Ardyn whines.

Valen hums. It's a slow and thoughtful noise that slides down Ardyn's spine. "Show me."

Ardyn wills himself to listen. Even as Valen pets him in soothing strokes that tempt him to sink deeper into that headspace of submission. His hands hold Ardyn delicately, slow and purposeful as he smooths them up and down Ardyn's back. He's patience itself. There's no rush to speed up their time, no hurry to progress their intimacy into something more.

There's an urge lying under all of it, Ardyn is sure. The pulse of Valen's c**k is telling enough. He's pressed deep and warm into Ardyn, his d**k unmoving as Ardyn c**k-warms him.

"Look at you," Valen whispers against his cheek. "Trying so hard for me."

"Mm—" Ardyn nods again.

He feels Valen smile, and he starts again. "Kahili," his voice tickles Ardyn's cheek, "It's his birthday next week."

"Next week?" Ardyn mumbles against his neck. It's enough to pull him from that trance he was succumbing to. He sits up and falters when Valen's c**k pushes in deeper. A spike of arousal hits him, a need to draw his hips up and sink back down all over again.

Valen doesn't look nearly affected. He grabs Ardyn's hands and holds them as he smiles calmly, a tilt to his chin so he can properly look up at him. The new angle startles Ardyn with a blush that quells the new wave of arousal. He's even prettier from above.

"Next week," he confirms. "Will you come, darling?'

Ardyn's ears twitch. There's hesitancy in his smile. "Come?"

"With me," Valen says. "I want you to come."

He massages Ardyn's hands in his and smiles so prettily, as if to hypnotize him. It's unnecessary. Ardyn's answer is an immediate and earnest, "I'll come."

Valen draws him down and kisses him in lieu of a response, and Ardyn all but melts into him. His thighs go lax, his palms fall to Valen's shoulders, and he kisses back slowly. It's intimate in ways that leave him dizzy. I want to scent him.

Valen cups his ass, drawing a needy noise from Ardyn.

His thumbs draw slow circles into Ardyn's skin, and then a giggle when Ardyn makes that noise again. A gentle plea for more. "Be good," Valen whispers, followed by a soft kiss.

Ardyn licks his lips when he pulls back. He feels breathless, the unsteady rise and fall of his chest so different from Valen's relaxed composure. Valen is serene underneath him. Giving nothing of his arousal away as Ardyn c**k-warms him completely naked. In contrast, Valen is dressed head to toe. A deep maroon blouse, oversized and loose, sits against his chest with the first three buttons undone. Ardyn eyes the pale, smooth expanse of his chest.

The short-sleeved blouse tucks into black slacks. Well—it did until Valen popped open the button to his slacks, untucked the front of his shirt, and then beckoned Ardyn forward with a shiny, ring-clad finger to come here. He patted his lap next, then kissed away Ardyn's silky moan when he sank down on his c**k.

"I've been good," Ardyn mumbles. He fidgets, and he squirms a little too much, and sometimes he clenches around Valen's c**k, if only to get a reaction, but he never deliberately grinds down to chase that feeling of pleasure that he so desperately craves. He wants Valen's praise more.

Valen considers him with a low and thoughtful hum, his eyes slowly dragging over Ardyn. It makes him fidget more. He burns under that stare.

"You have, haven't you?" Valen utters.

Ardyn's breath stutters when Valen drags a slim finger down his stomach. It goes taut under his touch.

Valen's eyes click up when his path continues down Ardyn's d**k, all to soak in how easily Ardyn crumbles with the little touch. "I'm worried now," Valen says. "I haven't been neglecting you, have I?"

No, Ardyn immediately thinks. Valen's done nothing but dote on him. With every pet, every whispered praise, and every soothing hum pressed into his skin. Ardyn knows he slipped into that submissive state at some point—doesn't know how much time passed with his head buried in Valen's neck and the constant pressure of Valen's c**k inside him.

He remembers getting jostled from it once.

When Valen's foot smoothed out against the rug. The movement was almost enough to pull him out, but Valen stroked down his back and hummed softly against his temple, a siren's song as his hand came up and held Ardyn's head against his neck, coaxing him to relax again.

"You have," Ardyn lies.

"Yeah?" Valen drawls, a knowing smile on his lips. "Have I?'

Ardyn nods.

"Poor baby," he sympathizes. "It's hard, huh? Sitting still like this. Maybe I was asking too much from you."

Valen's d**k is wet and shines with slick when he pulls out of Ardyn. He ignores Ardyn's surprised moan when he readjusts him on the couch. Ardyn's back hits the couch cushions and his thighs spread open with Valen's guidance. "I've been feeling a little neglected, too," Valen teases. "You should've said something earlier, baby. I would've f****d you a long time ago."

Ardyn blushes at his quick change of pace. "You wouldn't have.."

"Oh, I would've," Valen chuckles. "If you begged a little, I absolutely would've, darling."

Ardyn exhales. "Please."

"That one doesn't count, baby." Valen laughs like he's adorable. "I'm already f*****g you. What does begging get you now?"

"You're not f*****g me." Ardyn's hair falls back and fans around his head when he relaxes onto the cushions. His gaze is coy when his thighs spread wider and he exposes the mess of slick smearing his skin. He repeats, "Please."

Valen's chest falls with a slow exhale.

The first crack in his exterior.

"Of course," he answers.

Kahili is imposing and overwhelms Ardyn's senses every time he f***s him. Kahili uses his strength and their massive size difference to his advantage, pleasuring Ardyn in ways that leave his thighs shaking and incoherent noises tumbling from his lips. He takes as much as he gives, as indulgent of his own pleasure as he is Ardyn's.

Valen f***s him in ways that steal his breath.

It's too intimate—too much for what little they are.

Ardyn gasps into his mouth, his back arched and chest pressed into Valen's.

He can feel every press and deep thrust that Valen gives. It jostles his body and sends jolts of pleasure down to his c**k. He itches to reach down and touch himself and chase his orgasm. He knows he'd tip over that edge with little stimulation. Pre-c*m drips onto his stomach, visible proof of his desperation, but he refuses.

He would give the world to make this moment last longer.

Valen laughs breathlessly when Ardyn moans. It's high and it's needy, and Ardyn wants to drown underneath him. "What? Is it not enough?"

Valen's d**k sinks into him again and again. Hands press next to Ardyn's head, pretty hands adorned in rings that haven't seen a day of manual labor. They cage Ardyn in and force him to look up at Valen as he f***s him. "I'm not tall like Kahili," Valen utters, slowing his thrusts. "Not as big as him. I'm not as strong as him." He stares down at Ardyn, his eyes piercing. Ardyn can't look away. "Is it not enough?"

Ardyn's tongue feels like a weight too large for him to carry.

Valen f***s him slow and deep. He's patient as his eyes search Ardyn's.

"Is it not enough?" he repeats.

"Can I touch you?" Ardyn asks. It tumbles from his mouth without any thought, and it's stupid. He is touching Valen—they can't get any closer, but his voice grows hurried. He's desperate as he pleads, "Can I touch you? Please—I want to touch you. I—"

"You can, my love," Valen rasps. "Touch me."

Ardyn's arms wrap around his neck and he finds they can get closer.

He's bold enough to initiate their kiss, his breathy gasps and needy moans pressed against Valen's lips. And Valen is right there to swallow each one of them with a moan of his own. Ardyn is overwhelmed with the relief Valen's touch brings him. Something tight unravels in his chest and he whines softly.

I'm here, Valen whispers. It jolts him.

He thinks of that fuzzy space of submission and Valen holding him.

His fingers curl into Valen's hair.

Valen exhales shakily.

They c*m together.

His orgasm trembles his whole body and blurs his vision. His eyes fall closed at some point, but he feels Valen's head drop onto his shoulder. He feels the rise and fall of his chest, and then his breath when his orgasm subsides. It's warm and slow on Ardyn's skin.

It's quiet when they're both dressed and the post orgasm clarity passes.

Ardyn's palms feel damp when he rubs them on his jeans. He sits on the edge of the couch, Valen only a foot away. Something settles in his stomach. It's unfamiliar and unsettling.

Valen also sits on the edge. It's like there's an understanding between them—relaxing into the cushions is too much right now. Valen glances over at Ardyn, as if remembering he's there, and gives a half-smile. "Are you hungry?"

Ardyn licks his lips. "I—"

No, he eventually says, when too much time has passed and Valen's no longer smiling.

Valen nods like he understands.

Ardyn stands. "I have this assignment I forgot about. It's due tonight. I need to—I need to go."

Valen nods again.

Ardyn rips his eyes away from him. He stands there too long before bending to grab his car keys from the coffee table.

"You'll come, right?" Valen asks. "To his birthday."

"Of course." Ardyn turns and finds Valen standing too. There's too much space between them, a noticeable space that makes him grip his keys tighter. "With you, right?"

"With me."

They both nod and stand there for an awkward amount of time. "I'll walk you," Valen eventually says. Ardyn's head jerks in another nod.

He feels weird when he's alone and driving home. His eyes stare out the window and his hands turn the wheel, but he feels like he's not there.

He thinks of Valen.

Touch me, he said. He sounded as desperate as Ardyn.

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short chapter compared to the last ones, but how was it my loves !

prince chapters coming soon ! part of this story will be dedicated to him and his ship.

okay bye ily, maddie