Caleb laughs, a breathless sound, and tilts his head against the seat so he can try to focus. It feels like for-fucking-ever, but they get back to the Home, and he climbs out of the truck — makes sure nothing falls out with him — and tries damn hard not to slam the door too loudly. He adjusts his jacket to hide his hardon — just in case — and waits for Michael to round the truck and join him.

Then, they head inside.

Caleb manages not to pull him into a sloppy kiss until they're in that room with the door closed, and he moans softly when he finally gets to taste him again.