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Callum the Orc (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2022-04-02 20:01:01 +0000 UTCRather than going to the high school reunion, you and your old high school friends decided to do something else. Some of you had kept in touch, and as the reunion talk heated up, you managed to get in contact with the others. The group of you decided to go in together to rent a cabin and spend a long weekend together catching up and going over old memories.
You lived closest to the cabin so your job was to take some of the funds and stock the cabin with snacks and drinks before everyone showed up. You were alone there for a while, as the others wouldn’t show up until late afternoon. You had found some old things from high school you brought along, including a year book and an old scrapbook you made during senior year. You’d not open the scrapbook since you found it due to the overwhelming second hand embarrassment you knew you’d get once you did.
As you were meandering through the cabin you heard a car pull up outside. From the window you saw a rather nice car and someone getting out of it. You hurried downstairs to see who had arrived first.
“I wasn’t expecting anyone so soon!” You said with excitement.
They were at their trunk now and hidden so you couldn’t see who it was. “Things just worked out so I could arrive early.” They closed the trunk and there stood someone you barely recognized.
Your heart skipped a beat and you felt a flush come over your cheeks. You hesitated to take a step forward as you tried to assess who this could be. Granted, there was only one person this could possibly be.
You squint your eyes and smiled. “No way, Callie?”
The big orc chuckled and reached into his pocket, taking out a set of very familiar looking glasses which he put on. “I haven’t been called that in years.”
You stared agape at him, taking in as much as you could without feeling like a creep. Callie, real name Callum, had always been the runt of the friend group. He’d been accelerated two grades, so he was also the youngest.In your mind you’d always pictured him that way, but now… Holy crap now! Callie was tall, dressed in a suit that must have cost more than your car. His moss colored skin looked soft and supple, his hair was sleek and shiny, tied back into a bun that must have been done by a professional. He wasn’t the skinny underdog in your memory any more.
“When you said you had a growth spurt-” You started to giggle.
Callie smirked and looked aside shyly. “Well you know, I still feel like the runt sometimes.”
You went towards him, putting your arms around him as he dipped down. He smelled absolutely amazing! Whatever cologne he wore, you wanted some for yourself.
“It’s so good to see you,” you sighed.
“Thanks for contacting me.” He picked up his bag and followed you inside. “I’ve been awful about keeping in touch with people.”
“You don’t need to explain. You’ve been a very busy boy,” you chuckled. “C’mon, I’ll show you to your room.”
“I may be busy with everything, but that doesn’t excuse ignoring old friends. Especially when you all took such good care of me back then.” He followed you into a small room and set his bag down upon the bed.
“We were picked on too, it just came with the territory.” You watched him from behind as he pulled off his jacket. His shirt strained across his back and you quickly glanced away.
“You probably want to get comfortable, so I’ll let you be. I’m still setting some things up in the kitchen.” You take a step backwards out of the door. “Do you want me to make you a drink or anything?”
Callie turned, a slight look of disappointment on his face. “Coffee if you can.”
You winked and gave him finger guns. “You got it.” You turned down the hall, wishing you had a whip to admonish yourself for using finger guns!
You started the coffee pot and filled ice trays while it made odd angry cat noises. As you were filling ice trays Callie came back out, now wearing a nerdy t-shirt and jeans. His hair was down as well, pulled into a low pony that he draped over his shoulder.
“Need help with anything?” Callie asked.
You shook your head. “Not really. Just keep me company.”
“That I can do.” Callie crossed the kitchen towards the coffee pot. Your back was turned at the sink, filling more ice trays. You didn’t realize he was there until it was too late. The ice tray swung into his stomach and splashed over both of you.
“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed.
“No worries.” Callie pulled up his shirt, giving you a glance ats his stomach and underboob. “Just water, and neither one of us is sugar or witches.”
You snorted and cupped your hand over your moth in response.
Callie’s grin grew. “You still do that?”
“Nature wasn’t kind,” you huffed. You set the ice trays back into the sink and wiped at your shirt which clung to the top of your breasts.
“It’s still cute,” Callie replied.
Your cheeks burned and it was hard for your eyes to focus somewhere. You could either look into his eyes or his stomach. Both made you want to turn beet red.
“Not cute when your boyfriend calls you a lawnmower,” you grumbled.
Callie’s smile faded slightly. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were dating.”
You scowled and pouted your lips. “Ex I mean.”
“Ah-” Callie glanced away. “Well, if someone called me a piece of lawn equipment, I wouldn’t exactly want them to be anything other than an ex.”
You peeked back up at him. “Yeah well, it wasn’t the nicknames that ended the relationship.” You tucked your hair away. “Uhm...what do you need for your coffee?”
“I take it black.”
You smiled again, happy to change the subject. “Is that how you got so big and hairy?” You teased.
Callie’s grin returned. “No. I got that way because my doctor noticed I wasn’t just a late bloomer.”
“That must have been a wonderful revelation for you.” You finished the ice trays and put them up.
“Yeah well, when I was twenty and still couldn’t grow facial hair, I figured something was up.” He leaned back, his shirt somewhat still tucked up over his belly. “Do you still do your art these days?”
You turned from the freezer and nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes when I have free time. Do you still write?”
Callie shook his head. “No. I’m afraid once I went to college that hobby started to fade from view.”
“You were always so good, I hate to hear that. I loved your poetry.”
Callie’s cheeks darkened. “Well, you were my only fan so-” He cleared his throat then stood up. “What time is everyone else getting here?”
“April won’t be here until tomorrow, and everyone else should be here around dinner. Why? Bored with me already?” You chuckled.
A certain kind of smile appeared on his lips. “Quite the opposite.”
Your throat clenched and you made a weird smile. “Well uhm...then why don’t we go into the living room?”
“Sure.” Callie followed behind you.
The living room was huge and had a couple of couches and comfy chairs. There was a fireplace as well as a whole wall of nothing but windows and a sliding glass door that looked out over the amazing view.
“It’s beautiful here.” Callie stood in front of the window. “I’d love for it to snow.”
“That would be nice. I wouldn’t mind us having a snowball fight.” You sat down on one of the sofas and pulled out your yearbook.
“I can’t even remember the last time I played in snow,” Callie murmured. He came and sat by you on the couch.
You opened the yearbook up, flipping through pages. “I remember when that huge blizzard happened, and we crashed into each other while sleighing.”
Callie smiled and he turned his body closer towards you. “We didn’t even know we were at the same place,” he chuckled.
“You had that huge yellow parka,” you started giggling. “You looked like Big Bird!”
He chuckled. “April kept shoving snow down your pants.”
“Oh right!” You turned and looked up at him. “She called me Bigfoot’s cousin, Snow Crotch!”
Callie snickered and tried to keep from laughing too hard. “You kept getting so pissed. You kept having to hide to shake your pants out.”
You grinned and gave him the eye. “Did you ever see anything?”
His cheeks went dark again. “And if I did?”
“You did!” You gave him a playful shove. “Were you trying to spy on me?”
Callie shoved you back. “Wouldn’t you want to see your crush’s butt?”
You shook you stopped so fast. “Your what?”
Callie’s smile softened. “Your crush.”
“My crush?” Your voice squeaked.
“My crush,” his voice went breathless. Callie cleared his throat and sighed. “I’ve been sitting on it all this time. I’m glad we got this alone time, I don’t think I could have said it in front of everyone.”
You pushed your hair back and chewed on your bottom lip. “You had a crush on me, really?” You broke into a smile. “I’m flattered.”
“I was such a dork back then,” he huffed. “I always wanted to say something, but I never had the guts.”
“I was too clueless to catch on anyways.” You placed your hand over his. “I hope I never broke your heart or anything.”
Callie took your hand and held it in his palm. “I did that all on my own.”
Before you could question him on this, someone else showed up to the cabin. After that, the others started filing in as well. The group was almost all there, you just had to wait for April in the morning.
That evening you all gathered around the fireplace with drinks, reminiscing and catching up with one another. You kept looking back to Callie, your mind drifting to your conversation earlier that afternoon. He never let on he was even thinking about it.
As the night wore on, everyone started going to bed. You were cleaning up in the kitchen when Callie walked in, carrying some bottles he put back into the fridge.
“It was fun tonight,” you said.
“It was.” Callie murmured.
You filled the sink with water, letting the dishes soak. “I think I’ll finish this tomorrow,” you huffed. “Or make someone else do it.” You felt something warm at your back and you stood still.
Callie put his arms around you, gripping the edge of the sink. His body was so close, the scent of his wonderful cologne now had a tinge of alcohol from his breath.
“Callie?” You turned your head slightly. “What are you doing?”
“You kept looking at me all night.”
Your cheeks started warming up.. “Is that a crime?”
“I only noticed because I kept looking at you.” He placed his forehead onto your shoulder. “All those old feelings came back like they never went away.”
You placed a hand over his on the sink. “Let me take you to bed, Callie. How much did you have to drink?”
“Two glasses of wine, I’m fine.” Callie lifted his head. “Just sleepy.”
Your heart was hammering. His body was so close and so warm that your body began to go weak all over. A pressure settled in your chest and tingles vibrated down your spine.
“Wine makes me sleepy too,” you murmured. “That’s why I only had one glass.”
Callie lifted his head. “Sorry.”
You turned slightly and looked up at him. “For what?”
“Being weird,” he grimaced and looked guilty. “I suddenly feel like that awkward kid around you all again. It’s weird.” He clutched a hand over his chest, tugging at his shirt.
“I think we all feel that way. Being around old friends has a way of making you regress a bit.” You smiled softly. “I liked you, I always did. I never thought you were weird or awkward back then. I felt lucky that you were my friend.”
Callie swallowed and tightened his jaw.
“I wish I had known back then you had feelings for me. I would have felt lucky then too.” You slowly lifted your gaze to his eyes.
Callie let out a heavy breath and he tried to smile.
You took hold of his hand. “C’mon, lets go to bed.” You led him down the hallway. There were three rooms there, one yours, the other Callies, and the third would be April’s when she arrived.
Callie stalled before his bedroom door, but he wouldn’t let go of your hand. “Something else,” he murmured.
“I thought so.”
Callie nodded his head into his room, you followed and watched as he took something from his bag. He pulled out a sealed envelope that had your name scrawled across the front.
“I’ve had this since senior year,” he muttered. He flicked the envelope up and down. “I’ve tried throwing it away, but for some reason I couldn’t.”
“What is it?”
Callie pouted. “A card for you.” His pout deepened. “Asking you to go to prom.”
Your heart stopped. “Really?”
Callie sat down on the edge of the bed. “I never went through with it. I chickened out. We all went together to prom anyways so it didn’t really matter. But I felt awful the entire time.”
You sat down beside him and took the card from his hands. “Can I open it?”
His eyes darted nervously. “It’s yours.”
The old adhesive was brittle and the envelope opened easily. The card inside was covered in watercolor flowers and a touch of glitter. Inside Calie had written a small poem.
“It must sound so ridiculous,” he huffed.
You sniffled and Callie’s body went rigid. He turned to look at you as tears fell inside the card.
“It’s that bad?” He said, alarmed.
“No!” You hiccuped. “It’s so sweet and-” You set the card down to wipe your eyes. “No one has ever said anything like that to me.”
Callie’s body sank and he placed his big hand on the center of your back.
“And you felt this way in high school!” You looked up into his eyes.
His smile was so sweet and shy, it only added to the immense pressure growing in your chest. “Yeah, but that was a long time ago.” His fingers smoothed across your cheek, wiping away your tears.
You smiled and leaned into the touch. “But you said you regretted not giving me this.”
“Yeah, well, now I have. It’s a bit of a relief.” He pulled back his hand and sighed as he looked out the window. “It’s snowing.”
You followed his gaze, seeing white begin to build on the windowsill. You broke into a smile. “Oh wow! It is!”
Callie took in a deep breath. “If I kissed you right now, what would you do.”
You swallowed. “I’d kiss back, probably.”
Callie’s lips were soft and warm, but to your surprise his tusks were cool to the touch. You sighed with relief as the kiss lingered. You placed your hands upon his face, smoothing them down to his chest where you felt his heartbeat rattling his ribs.
Your lips parted, but you stayed so close your foreheads touched. You stayed quiet and still for a moment, although it felt like it dragged on for ages.
You giggled softly and he chuckled in reply.
“I have waited to do that for years,” he breathed.
“I hope it wasn’t a disappointment after all that time.” You started to pull away, but Callie laid his hand back upon your cheek.
He came in again, taking another kiss which you gave willingly. Your bodies pressed together, and you held onto him, tugging at his shirt as everything intensified from there.
Callie pulled back, catching his breath before he pressed kisses onto your neck. You moaned in response, pressing your chest into him until it felt like there was no air between you.
“Is that a good sound?” Callie asked against your ear.
You nodded. “My neck and back are sensitive so-”
Callie chuckled and pressed a kiss upon your cheek. “Maybe we should stop here before we get carried away.”
You scoffed. “You want to stop?”
Callie looked shocked. “No. Not really. I just...it’s been years and I don’t want to ruin anything that could happen.”
“I guess I get that.” You still didn’t remove your hand from him.
“You guess?” He laughed.
You smiled and rubbed your hand down his chest. “Hard to turn it off after so long.” You take a deep breath then fan your face as you rise. “Maybe I should step outside for a minute and cool off.”
“And put snow in your pants again?”
You smirked. “Well, I mean, it’s either that or-” You snorted and turned away.
Callie rose from the bed and stood beside you. “Or?”
“Sorry, I was going to make a bad joke.” You snorted again and covered your mouth. “But I couldn’t get it out.”
“I don’t want you turning back into Snow Crotch,” Callie laughed. “So, if we can be adults about this, what else would you like in your-” You both broke out laughing, unable to keep it up.
Amidst the laughter, you found yourself in Callie’s arms. Then when the laughter stopped, you were both kissing again, falling onto the bed where you felt something pressing into your thigh.
“Are we doing this?” Callie pulled back for a moment, bracing himself up.
“Yeah.” You pushed your hands up his shirt. “If you want to.”
He nodded. “I wanna.”
You tugged him back down, kissing him as his hands gripped around your hips. Hard, thick fingers dug into your body, kneading until it felt like you were turning to pudding below the waist. Callie opened your pants, pushing his fingers down inside.
You gasped against his lips, whimpering as he began touching and kneading through your panties. He pushed them aside, touching your directly. His fingers sank into the softness, finding wetness and heat. He growled into your ear, nipping the lobe as his fingers explored.
“Breathe,” he reminded you.
You gulped. “Trying. But you’re uhm-”
Callie kissed your cheek and neck, moaning there as you trembled. “Do I keep stealing it?”
“Yeah-” you whimpered.
A finger sunk inside you and you bit your lip.
“Breathe-” he whispered again.
“Trying.” You watched as he rose above you. He licked his finger clean, suckling it and moaning as he tasted you. Shivering on the bed, you clumsily tried to kick off your pants. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He then lifted your hips, pulling off your pants for you. He pushed open your legs, gazing between them with a soft smile on his face.
“You said your back was sensitive right?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah wh-” He rolled you over before you could finish. You propped your head up as his hand pushed at your shirt. His big palm moved up your back and undid the latches of your bra. Soft kisses then peppered down your skin, melting you into a puddle.
“Callie-” you moaned.
“Just breathe,” he chuckled. “I don’t want you passing out just yet.” His palm smoothed over your rear then groped it firmly.
You squeaked and hugged tightly onto the pillow.
“Like that?” He squeezed again, pulling back then giving you a small pop. He kissed down your spine, moaning and growling as he went.
“I never expected you to be like this,” you pant. “I thought you’d be more shy.”
“Why be shy now?” Callie’s fingers slipped between your cheeks and slid along your wetness. Two fingers eased inside you and he growled into your ear.
“I know it’s just-” You choked on a moan and buried your face into the pillow.
Callie whimpered. “I can’t take it much more.”
You felt something warm and hard slide up your thigh. You buried your face more into the pillow as you braced yourself for it. The glans of his cock rubbed to your ass, pressing between them and slipping down. He pressed at your entrance, raising your hips and spreading your thighs.
That’s when he hesitated. “Fuck, a condom!”
You looked back at him. “You just now thought of that?”
He held a distraught look on his face. “I didn’t think anything like this would even come close to happening!”
You smirked back at him. “I take birth control.”
His eyes brightened back up. “Are you sure?”
You pressed back into him, rubbing your rear against his lap. “Please.”
He takes his hand and slid it up your back. His fingers gripped into your neck while you felt him below. His hard cock pressed between the folds, slipping himself inside you.
You whimpered out loud, arching back and his hand slipped around, grabbing your throat. He sunk himself deeper, and you could feel his pulse inside. He was rigid and eager, shivering as he tried to keep himself in check.
The thrusts began as slow and rhythmic. He took his time and tried to breathe. You could feel him watching you, taking in the sight of him opening you and plunging inside. His hand around your throat was warm and gentle, cradling you more than anything. As time went on he started going a bit harder. He would slam inside, stay still, then pull out achingly slow.
Callie then leaned over top of you, pressing his chest into your back. He wrapped an arm around your waist, taking his fingers and rubbing your clit. You cried out as he started moving, going harder and harder with each guided thrust. His snarls and grunts filled your ears.
You didn’t stand a chance. Not the first time, nor the second time. He felt like a beast that night, unable to get his fill. He made you a quivering mess before he was done. His body trembled and jerked, rocking inside you until you were filled with more of him. As he pulled out he winced and spurted on your legs. Shakily he managed to clean you up, collapsing down beside you.
Only then did he turn into the shy, sweet boy you had remembered all these years. You stroked his long hair out of his face and placed soft kisses upon his face.
“How do you feel?” He murmured.
“Like I just had the best sex of my life,” you giggled. “You?”
He nodded and broke into a huge grin. “Yeah. I feel...pretty damn happy.”
“Happy?” Your heart sputters.
“Yeah.” He looked into your eyes. “Being with you. It feels better than I ever hoped. I don’t want to go back to that regret, you know?”
“Yeah. I’d like to...go to prom with you.” You smiled goofily, knowing that came out weird.
Callie laughed and put his arm around you. “Or something a bit more fun. I’m not much for dancing, but I do like sushi and cuddling.”
“Me too.” You placed your hand upon his face and smoothed your fingertips along his skin. “And when it’s cold like this, there’s nothing better.”
“I can’t wait to see the snow in the morning.” He kissed your cheek. “Do you still want to play in it?”
You snorted. “As long as you don’t put snow down my pants, of course.”
Callie chuckled. “I think I’ve already done enough down there.” He then growled into your ear. “Or could you take more?”
You snorted again. “Really? Already?”
“I have a lot to make up for.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “And when I’m happy, I can’t be stopped.”
“Good to know. I can take it, I think.” You smiled shyly.
Callie looked sweet and soft as he moved on top of you. “I’ll make you some coffee and breakfast as a thank you.”
You looped your arms around him. “Are you going to stay this happy?”
“With you, I plan to die happy.”
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Chelsea Norris
AWWWWWWWW ITS SO. CUTE AND SWEET AND FLUFFY!!! I LOVE IT.
