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He’s late.
Caleb is never late.
For as long as you’ve known him, your boyfriend has always been on time. If by some chance he’s running late, whether a meeting with the Fleet went late or he stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few items, he always gives you a call or sends you a text.
Your finger taps on the glass of your phone screen. No new notifications.
In fact, you haven’t heard from him since this morning. You had called him as soon as you stepped off the first train to Skyhaven, a surprise for his birthday.
“Heya, pips.” He said when he picked up the phone. “Whatchya up to?”
“Oh, I dunno,” you said while weaving your way through the swarm of people in the train station. “I was bored, so I thought I’d take some time to visit a special boy on his birthday.”
“Really? You wanna visit widdle ole me?” You could hear Caleb grinning through the phone, making your heart nearly skip a beat. “Well, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to wait a bit.”
“What do you mean?” You asked playfully, stepping aside to avoid blocking the flow of foot traffic. “I thought you said you took the day off!”
“Well, I did put in the request,” he replied, his tone shifting ever so slightly, “but I was called in for an urgent mission. Non-negotiable.”
“Seriously? On your birthday?”
“I know, honey, I’m upset about it too. But,” his voice perked back up again, “I can send a ride to pick you up from the station in five minutes, and you can have the whole day to plan what we do tonight. Does that sound like a deal?”
“Deal.” You nodded, making your way to the passenger loading zone. “What time should I expect you to be home?”
“Should be no later than 6:30, babe. See you then?”
“I’ll see you then. Love you.”
“Love you too, pips.”
You felt your heart pang as you ended the phone call, disappointed that your original plans fell through. But as quickly as it came, your excitement washed it away with all the ideas in your head to make Caleb’s birthday the best one yet.
As soon as you stepped into the car he had sent, you asked the driver to take you through the streets of Skyhaven, stopping at every party shop you could find to get the perfect decorations. Balloons, streamers, table runners, hell, you even found some airplane-shaped confetti to sprinkle across his kitchen table.
When you were satisfied with your purchases, you were dropped off at his apartment. You took your time decorating his home, trying your best to make it look even better than last year. You had his favorite takeout scheduled to deliver right before he would arrive, his favorite video game set up on the TV, and your shared favorites playlist cued on the speaker. You waited patiently to hear the familiar click of the door handle turning, the heel of his colonel boots, and his cheerful greeting, which you heard every time he crossed the threshold:
“Pipsqueak, I’m home!”
But now, you’ve been waiting for hours. The sun has set, the food has gone cold, you couldn’t pass a particularly hard level without Caleb’s help, and you’ve listened to every song on the playlist twice.
You sigh as you turn off the gaming system, deciding to just go to bed instead of waiting any longer.
You shuffle all the way to your bedroom, peeling off the new dress you bought earlier that day and replacing it with one of his old oversized DAA shirts and a pair of old pajama shorts. You take a deep breath as you slide the shirt over your head and capture the faint, yet unmistakable smell of him.
As you exhale, all the thoughts you’ve been pushing down flood your mind uncontrollably.
What if he got injured on his mission? What if he’s in the hospital and didn’t have time to tell me? Surely he would have sent a message by now…
You check your phone one last time before turning on the bathroom light. No new messages. Just the ones you sent him, starting back at you.
Sent 11:32 am: I can’t wait to see the look on your face when you come home, Caleb! :D
Sent 2:56 pm: I hope work isn’t troubling you too much today </3
Sent 6:15: See you so soon, my love :3
Sent 7:07: Babe? Are you all right?
Sent 9:17: Please let me know if you’re okay…
You lock your phone screen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You’re unable to fight back the tears welling up in your eyes as the one thought you’ve avoided all night finally crosses your mind.
What if… he’s not coming back?
Before the thought has time to consume you, a faint noise echoes through the apartment, rushing you back to reality.
The lock on the door clicks, and you hear it open… but softly, gently, as if he’s trying not to be heard. His crisp, heavy boots try their best not to make a sound as he enters the apartment. When the door shuts behind him, a soft sigh escapes from his lips, though you can hear the weight it carries through every room in his home.
Your feet move before your mind decides what to do, your bare soles padding across the wooden floor to greet Caleb, your Caleb.
“Welcome home, Ca…”
What you see in front of you nearly puts you in a state of shock.
He looks like he finished fighting in a war. His colonel uniform, the one you’ve grown to love, is ripped across his jacket and pants, the gold chain missing, looking as if he was mauled by some wild animal. Bruises litter across the skin you can see, and a long scratch stretches over his neck down to his chest. He drags in the smell of gunpowder, jet fuel, and blood through the threshold of his home.
You begin to panic as you rush to his side.
“Oh, my god…” You gasp, embracing him in your arms as he stands on the welcome mat in front of the door. “Caleb, what happened to you?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” He answers flatly, his amethyst eyes darting to the clock on the oven before landing back on you as you let him go. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”
“I’ve been worried sick, Caleb…” Your heart throbs as you assess his visible injuries. “I got no calls, no texts…”
He lets out a sigh of exasperation before pinching his nose with his leather gloves. “I’m sorry, pips.”
Your nickname on his lips sounds so… wrong right now.
“I tried to message you back,” he continues, his tone unchanging, “but there was no time. The mission went south.”
“Wha-how? What happened?”
“That’s not for you to worry your pretty little head over.” He pats your head with his gloved hand and smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
“You can’t come home to me like this and tell me not to worry about you.” You say, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. “That’s not fair to me.”
“It is fair.” He argues back, taking a step to the side so he can walk around you. “Now, why don’t we—“
“No, Caleb.” You interrupt, following his lead and blocking his path. “I don’t care if it’s confidential Fleet business, I deserve to know what happened. I thought you told me you’d stop keeping secrets from me, I ha—“
“Enough.”
Before you could finish your sentence, you feel his gloved hand wrap around your jaw, yanking your head to force you to face him. The leather is uncomfortable, cold and cruel against your skin, but you can feel the searing heat radiating from his body.
“You will not disrespect your Colonel again.” His eyes bore into yours, vacant and detached. “Do I make myself clear?”
His tone sends a shiver down your spine, which immediately pools in between your legs.
“Yes, Caleb.” You can feel your heart racing. And you could tell that he noticed.
“Address me correctly.” He says with a growl, pulling you even closer to him, the tips of your noses brushing up against each other.
“Yes, Colonel.”
You can feel all of his resolve snap as your lips crash together, his mouth moving against yours fervently. His hand stays firm against your jaw, keeping you in place as he devours you with his mouth. His free hand falls on the small of your back, pushing your body up against his. Gripping onto his torn jacket, you kiss him back desperately, trying to keep up with the brutal pace of his mouth.
The thin fabric of your t-shirt leaves little resistance as your chest presses against the rough material of his uniform, your nipples pebbling at the friction it causes. You moan softly into the kiss, the heat in your lower belly growing even hungrier for him.
He bites your bottom lip, hard, causing you to gasp. You feel his tongue slide between your lips, a sloppy fight for dominance that you were more than happy to let him win. Your head is clouded with lust as you feel him totally take control…
But as quickly as he started, he pulls away, releasing your jaw from his bruising grasp.
“Disrespecting your Colonel will not go unpunished.” He says cruelly as you catch your breath, feeling a flush rise in your cheeks. His boots click across the floor as he walks past you.
“Bedroom.”
It’s not a suggestion.
Swiftly, you follow in his footsteps, the anticipation of what Caleb has in store for you.
He swings the door open, entering your shared space like a Fleet meeting — cold, rigid, and unforgiving. You enter after him, the room that usually feels so welcoming, completely transformed with the Colonel’s presence. The room is dark, the moonlight shining through the balcony’s glass door as he slowly strolls to the bed, keeping his eyes on you as he sits on its edge.
You take a good look at him, take all of him in. He’s always been so handsome, you’ve thought that ever since you were kids. When you first saw him wearing his uniform when you infiltrated the Farspace Fleet, you were surprised — not just because you thought he was dead, but you really liked how the sleek, professional uniform looked on him.
But now, with the uniform torn open, his skin battered and bruised…
It’s the hottest you’ve ever seen him.
“Strip.” He commands, his posture rigid as his eyes zero in on you.
You obey without hesitation, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt you stole and pulling it over your head, your bare breasts bouncing slightly as you shimmy it off. You feel his eyes on you as you drop it on the floor carelessly, your hands reaching for the waistband of your shorts—
“Keep your panties on.” He says, his tone unwavering.
Nodding in understanding, you slowly pull the shorts over your hips, letting gravity lower them to your ankles. As your shorts fall to the floor, you reveal your new purple lacy thong with the white trim.
You notice Caleb’s eyes widen, but only for a brief moment.
Wordlessly, he beckons for you, motioning for you to come forward with two gloved fingers.
You step out of your shorts and walk towards him cautiously. His gaze is still glued to your panties.
“Remember when we were kids, when you would fall and get a scrape on your knee, or climb a tree and get scratched by a branch?” His eyes flicker back up to yours, his eyes noticeably darker than before. “What would I do to make you feel better?”
Those fond memories of your childhood flood your mind, all the times you would play outside with Caleb — pretending to be explorers in the backyard, playing tag with the other neighborhood kids, going one-on-one at the basketball hoop in the driveway. You’d often injure yourself trying to keep up with him, and despite how many times you got hurt, he was always there to make things right...
“… you’d kiss it better.”
He nods in agreement.
“Now it’s your turn.” He says, leaning back slightly, spreading his knees with the cold, stern look still on his face.
You stand between his legs, bending down at the waist to meet his eye level. He rolls his head back, giving space for your fingers to trace the blooming bruises left across the skin of his neck and his chest. The marks are fresh, still bright red and swollen from impact. Did he get in a brutal fight with a Wanderer? Was there a fight between him and someone from EVER?
Right now, that didn’t matter. He needs you to help him in this moment, just like you needed him long ago.
You lean into his neck, softly placing your lips against the tender mark on his skin. Caleb exhales quietly, his breath quivering as you notice his hands begin to fist the bedsheets. You pull away, only to move a few inches away to kiss another one of his many bruises.
His eyes close as you press your lips against a rather sensitive spot under his ear, a soft moan escaping his lips.
“Lower.” He orders.
And you obey, pressing your lips over and over again on the scratches and bruises over his bare skin. His breath moves faster the further you go down, his chest moving noticeably when you give special attention to the long scratch that ends at the bottom of the rip in his shirt.
The necklace you gave him survived the incident, the cool metal resting on one of his wounds. You press your lips on the dog tag, pushing it against the bruise as you look up, looking to see Caleb’s stern face begin to slip.
He speaks again, his voice strangled with lust:
“Lower.”
Huh?
Before you could ask him what he meant, you felt a shift in the air, a heavy weight dragging you to the ground. You try to resist, but his EVOL is stronger, and you fall to your knees in front of him.
Your face was lined up perfectly with his straining erection in his pants.
He releases you from his gravitational pull, your cheeks burning as you look up from between his legs. Caleb’s pupils are blown wide as he stares, the smallest hint of a smile crossing his face.
“What’re you waiting for?” He asks, tilting his head to the side. “Kiss it better, baby.”
His hand reaches for the crown of your head, his fingers intertwining with the strands of your hair as he presses your face into the crotch of his pants. Your cheek collides with his bulge, his hips involuntarily moving forward to grind up against your face. You turn your head, pressing kiss after kiss against his clothed length, feeling him twitch underneath your gentle touch.
There’s something about the way he’s ordering you around, commanding you to satisfy him, on the verge of degrading you, that is so utterly hot. You’re feeling wet already, and he’s barely even touched you.
His grip on your hair tightens as his pace quickens, rubbing his crotch across your face over and over again. Your mouth tries to keep up with his thrusts, but it’s too much, your lips catching on the material of his pants and spilling your saliva all across his erection.
“Messy, aren’t we?” He grunts, pulling your hair back to see the generous amount of spit staining his lap.
You expect him to praise you like he usually does, but he stays quiet, his free hand moving to the zipper of his pants, making quick work to pull the waistband down, reach into his underwear and pull out his aching, weeping cock.
“Open up.” He says, lightly tapping your cheek with his bulbous tip.
You open your mouth as big as you’re able, staring up at him through your lashes. He slides himself between your swollen lips, his hand keeping your head in place as he pushes himself all the way in, his tip nearly pressing against the back of your throat.
His colonel hat falls as he rolls his head back, biting his lip as you close your mouth around him, hollowing your cheeks and running your tongue along the underside of his length. His cock is big enough that you already feel yourself gagging, the outer corners of your eyes stinging with tears. Your nose is nestled against the wiry tuft of hair that trails up to his belly button, catching the faintest whiff of your favorite bodywash.
His hips draw backwards, but come back with full force, sheathing himself fully inside once more. He repeats this motion again and again, fucking your mouth with military precision. With each thrust, more of your saliva would cling to his cock, coating his shaft and balls, bouncing off your chin. Your jaw begins to ache with how hard you’re sucking his length, and your knees feel raw from the taut skin rubbing against the carpet.
Caleb is practically silent, besides the curses he’d mutter under his breath. Usually, when the two of you are intimate, he’s talking constantly, teasing you, telling you how you’re such a good girl for him, how pretty you are when sucking his cock.
But this wasn’t your regular Caleb. This was the Colonel.
The tears are starting to trickle down your cheeks when he pushes himself in all the way, bullying the back of your throat with his swollen tip. You gag loudly, your brows furrowing as your mouth tightens, your tongue pushing back against his cock. His hand in your hair is unwavering, keeping your head so close to his groin that his balls press up against your chin.
Sloppily, he pulls out of your throat, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together.
“Get up.” He says, releasing your hair from his grasp as he stands, offering a hand for your balance. You take it, your sweaty palms grasping his gloved hand as you find your footing.
He guides you wordlessly to lie on your back, falling onto the sheets expectantly. He nudges your knees apart, revealing your wet and wanting core. You swear you could hear him moan as his gaze falls between your legs, spotting the large, damp spot on the gusset of your panties.
Caleb’s cock twitches as he takes a step forward, his hips caged in by your legs. His gloved fingers brush on your inner thigh, gliding over your skin slowly to meet the apex of your legs. He slides his hand underneath the gusset, brushing against your folds with his leather knuckles. It’s uncomfortable, but at least he’s giving you some sort of relief. You writhe for his touch, rocking your hips back and forth for a little more friction.
“Did I order you to do that?” His tone makes you freeze instantly. He pulls your panties back by the gusset, waiting for your answer as the thin fabric moves over your hips and thighs. When the cool air hits your unclothed core, you shiver, squeezing your knees against his sides.
“No, you didn—aah!”
With his open hand, he slaps your pussy, the feeling of leather on your wet, warm skin making it hurt even more. Your body jolts as you cry out, your head falling back as you feel him rubbing his tip up and down your sensitive skin.
“This is a punishment, not a reward.” He says, and you feel his tip pressing at your entrance. “Do you understand?”
You nod frantically, hooking your ankles against the small of his back, desperate for him to fill you up and fuck you into the mattress.
“Yes, Cale—I, I mean Colonel.”
He pulls away, just slightly.
“Beg for it.”
“Huh?” Your head shoots up from the mattress.
“You want my cock so badly, don’t you?” He tilts his head, a sinister smirk teasing his lips. “I know you do. So beg for it.”
You thought your face couldn’t turn any redder. He’s teased you in the bedroom before, but not like this.
“Ah… please, Caleb—“
“That’s Colonel Caleb to you.” He corrects, slapping your pussy again, your body tensing up as you bite your lip to stop the wail from escaping your mouth.
“Colonel Caleb…” You whine, your eyes watery with tears, “… please fuck me.”
“Yeah?” He grips your thighs, angling his hips to press against your entrance again. “Whaddya need from me?”
You try to cover your face in embarrassment, but he grabs your wrists, restraining them against your lower stomach in his grasp.
“Let me see your face.” He commands. “Now, tell me again, what do you need?”
You felt his tip twitch against you. Oh, he’s loving this.
“Please… I-I need your big cock, Colonel.” You close your eyes, shaking your head back and forth. “I need it real bad!”
“Yeah? What are you willing to do?”
“Anything! I’ll do any—ohhh!”
Abruptly, he enters you, sliding his length all the way inside. He’s met with little resistance, but it aches all the same from his massive size. When he reaches the hilt, he lets go of your wrists, forcing his hand in between your lips and nearly down your throat
“Suck.”
You obey his command, hollowing your cheeks as your tongue laps at the leather. You taste an odd mix of your essence and an earthy musk.
He keeps his fingers in your mouth as he pulls out, only to slam back in again. His free hand grabs your hip dips, hard enough to leave marks in your skin for days. He towers over you as he thrusts, his sharp, strong, uniformed frame contrasting with your soft, pliant naked body.
“You’re not allowed to cum unless I say so.” You hear Caleb say, pulling his fingers out of your mouth so you can answer him. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, Colonel.” You nod, the spit from his gloved fingers dribbling down your chin.
He leans over to reach for his fallen colonel cap, placing it on your head haphazardly. He chuckles under his breath as he looks you up and down.
“You really are the Colonel’s little slut, aren’t you?”
His words went straight to your core, making you clench against him.
Placing both hands on your hips, he increases his brutal pace, pistoning in and out of you like a machine. His thighs slap repeatedly against your ass, the sound accompanying your moans in a symphony of pleasure filling the bedroom, echoing through the apartment. He’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you, and it feels so good that you’re nearly seeing stars, your nails ripping the bedsheets apart to keep yourself together.
You’re tempted to play with your swollen, neglected clit, but you know better now than to push the Colonel’s buttons. What could he possibly do next? Slap your tits? Your face? Shove a finger or two up your ass?
You get a good look at the expression on his face, and you can see the Colonel's facade is slipping. His cheeks are bright red to the tips of his ears, you can see a glimmer in his eye as he watches himself moving inside you, and his breathing is loud and labored. He is fucked out.
His hands move from your hips to your knees, pushing them back into the mattress. The new angle practically has you screaming as he fucks into you, your body already trembling from your anticipated orgasm. His crotch smacks against your clit again and again, giving you the stimulation you were craving.
“Colonel… I can’t… I won’t be able to…” You try to plead with him, but your cries fall on deaf ears.
His tip presses against your cervix with each thrust, making you feel impossibly full over and over again. You could feel your walls spasm as your moans get higher in pitch, your heels digging further into his back as your orgasm comes closer.
Suddenly, Caleb bends over, kissing you desperately as his hips stutter against you. His chest presses against yours, his necklace cold against your heated skin, trying to touch you as much as he can in his current position.
“Come with me,” he begs between kisses, “please.”
At his command, your release finds you, your body shuddering against him as the wave of pleasure crashes through your body. You wail out, grabbing Caleb’s biceps tightly as he buries his face in your neck, whimpering as he fills you full of his warm, thick cum. His thrusts slow as he rides out his orgasm, releasing his grip on your knees as he runs his fingers through your hair, knocking the colonel’s cap off your head. Your legs feel limp, tangling them with his as he falls on top of you, his weight grounding you back from your high.
He turns his head and presses kiss after kiss against your burning cheek, a silent apology for what he put you and your body through. Weakly, you reach your hand to the crown of his head, massaging his scalp with your nails.
“Happy birthday, Caleb.” You smile, stretching your neck to press a kiss on his nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He says, the gentlest he’s been since he walked through the apartment door. “And… Thank you. For everything.”
You nod, knowingly. The two of you had talked about a scene like this one just a few weeks ago, where he took on the role of the Colonel in the bedroom, commanding what you do and punishing you if you misbehaved. How it could help him with his emotions with the Farspace Fleet, make him feel like he had control over something in his line of work. You were enthusiastic about the idea at the time, but letting it play out between the two of you was absolutely thrilling.
You two had each other's trust, so you knew he would never take it too far. Besides, if he actually hurt you in any way, he'd beat himself up for weeks about it.
“Oh, can you do me a favor?” You ask, changing the topic of conversation.
“Anything for you, pips,” he says as he pulls himself out of you, a mixture of your fluids seeping out from between your legs as he rolls off you, sitting back up on the edge of the bed.
“Can you look in my purse on the door handle?” You point to the red apple handbag he bought you for your last birthday. “There’s a surprise waiting for you.”
Eagerly, he jumps up, his softening cock flailing around as he marches to your purse. You can’t help but giggle at how silly it looks as he flicks the bedroom light on, reaching to grab the purse strap off the door handle, unzipping the bag with a bit of anticipation.
“You’re not allowed to go into work tomorrow,” you say as he pulls out two tickets to a newly opened Aerospace Museum a few towns over, “because you’re spending the day with me.”
“Really?” He looks at you over his shoulder, smiling like a kid in a candy shop. “I’ve been wanting to go since they announced this place two years ago!”
He bounds back over to the bed, wrapping you in his big, strong arms as he litters kisses over your face and neck.
“Thanks, pips.” He grins, nuzzling against you. “This is the best birthday ever.”