by Riley Rivers
Ezra gently guided Cameron back until he was lying on the mattress, Ezra over him, bracketing him, a possessive glint in his eyes. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” Ezra murmured, lips brushing Cameron’s neck as his hand danced down Cameron’s chest, making Cameron shudder. “God, I… I’ve been dreaming of this.”
“You should fuck me,” Cameron blurted, far from the pretty, romantic words Ezra had been lavishing him with. But that’s what he wanted more than anything right now. Something inside him wanted to be fucked. To be taken and possessed and—not for anyone else, never for anyone else, but with Ezra he wanted it. Wanted to bare his neck.
It seemed to have an effect on Ezra, who stilled for a beat before nearly snarling. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” He bent to claim Cameron’s mouth for one more hard, bruising kiss before he rolled off and away, toward the closest nightstand. He pulled open the second drawer, then hesitated.
Cameron pushed himself up onto his elbows, trying to see. “What is it?”
Ezra shook his head, and reached into the drawer before turning back to Cameron.
Cameron eyed the bottle of lube with interest, but the condom packet… less so. Why? He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the idea of Ezra using a condom made him feel antsy. What the fuck? It should be the opposite, shouldn’t it? Cameron didn’t fuck without condoms. Forget the chance of getting something, it was also simply a matter of cutting down on mess and clean-up. But—
That was it, wasn’t it. He wanted Ezra’s come on him. In him. Wanted every single opportunity to mix their scents.
“Is this a werewolf thing?” he asked before he could stop himself.
Ezra shifted closer. “Is what a werewolf thing?”
“Not… uh, not wanting to use a condom.” Oh fuck, what if it wasn’t a werewolf thing and Cameron was suggesting a hard no?
But Ezra only tilted his head, considering and looking no less interested. If anything, his scent got stronger. “It might be. Do you want to go without?”
He actually sounded hopeful.
“We can?” Cameron asked, his own voice threaded with longing too. “I mean, we can. We could. I mean, I—I know I’m negative. But I don’t want to—” assume, pressure, ask for too much
His breath hitched when Ezra stroked a finger across his collarbone. “I’d be thrilled.” His voice was so low it was practically a growl.
Cameron smiled, the admission a relief. “Okay.” He reached for the lube.
Ezra’s fingers tightened around the bottle. “Can I?”
“Oh,” Cameron breathed. “Yeah, yeah, of course. How do you want me?”
“On your back,” Ezra said at once. “I want to see your face.”
Cameron scrambled to obey, getting comfortable on the bed and planting his feet, spreading. Ezra knelt next to him, possessive hunger rolling off of him in waves.
“Gorgeous. Relax for me now, sweetheart.”
Cameron took a deep breath and did his best, only jolting a little at the feeling of a slick finger at his entrance. He was more impatient than nervous now, wanting to be ready, what with knowing what he was about to get. “I’m okay. You can start with two.” It’d been a while, maybe, but he didn’t care. He wanted to feel it.
Ezra only chuckled as he continued to rub in circles, dipping in a little before pulling out. “I’d rather take my time.”
Cameron made a face. “What for?”
He gasped when Ezra swiftly thrust his finger all the way in, the lube making the slide easy, for all that Ezra’s fingers were longer and thicker than Cameron’s own. “Because I want this to be as good as I can make it,” Ezra said, bending forward to take Cameron’s mouth again.
Ezra continued to kiss him as he worked Cameron open, and all Cameron could do was try to give back as good as he got, opening his mouth and legs for Ezra Ezra Ezra, his touch and scent and desire. By the time Ezra had three fingers inside him, Cameron was trembling and not above begging. Certainly beyond feeling any shame for doing so.
“Please. Please, I’m ready. I want you—please don’t make me wait anymore—”
It had the desired effect, which was Ezra shuddering and withdrawing his fingers to take his place between Cameron’s legs. His eyes were black, full of want, and entirely focused on Cameron.
It was funny, what could make someone feel powerful.
“Come on,” Cameron rasped. “Fuck me. Make me yours.”
Ezra’s eyes widened, and his fingers flexed on Cameron’s thighs, digging in almost hard enough to bruise. “I will,” he growled, low and full of promise.
Cameron moaned, throwing his head back at the stretch of being slowly filled. Ezra was careful as he pushed in, making room for himself inside of Cameron’s body. Every nerve of Cameron’s was lit up, overly sensitive to how close they were like this. Joined together.
Joined with Ezra, who showed him nothing but kindness and compassion, who wanted to take care of him, who made promises and kept them. Who never asked for anything in return.
Who was probably the most important person in Cameron’s life.
“Fuck,” he gasped, blinking away wetness as Ezra fully seated himself inside.
Ezra stilled, braced above him. He looked like some sort of deity, gazing down at Cameron with fierce, dark eyes, caging Cameron in with his arms. He shifted his weight to fully support himself on one forearm, free hand going to carefully thumb at Cameron’s damp cheek. “What do you need?”
“Move,” Cameron managed. He wanted to be fucked hard. Taken. He wanted to feel this for days. “Fuck me.”
Ezra’s lip pulled back, half-smirk, half-snarl, and he obliged, pulling out in a slow, agonizing slide before snapping his hips to thrust back in hard and fast. Filling Cameron up so deep he could feel it in his throat.
“Again.” Cameron moaned, nails digging into Ezra’s shoulders. “Again, again, again.”
Ezra’s eyes flashed. “Gladly.”
He started up a brutal, punishing pace that was everything Cameron wanted. He felt every movement, every shift, every inch, and his nose was filled with Ezra’s scent and his own scent too, his sweat and tears and pre-come, salt with bright notes of incredulous joy at what he was getting, what he was doing, and who he was doing it with.
I love you, and it was too early to think that, certainly too early to say it, but the words showed up nonetheless. Cameron closed his eyes and just let himself sink into the overwhelming feeling of being totally and completely surrounded by the person he cared about most. I love you, I love you, I love you.
It all was so good that he didn’t want it to end, perfectly happy to stay suspended within this pleasure, but as Ezra’s thrusts continued to light up his spine, as Cameron moved to bury his face in Ezra’s neck, the spiral up was too much to take.
Cameron came untouched with a thin cry; a small sound, but still the loudest he could ever remember being. It seemed to go on and on, and threatened to make him shake apart with the force of it. All he could do was ride it out, panting harshly and clutching at Ezra.
When he finally sank back into his body, it was to find Ezra still above him, watching. As Cameron got his breath back, Ezra leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.
“Thank you for letting me see that,” Ezra said reverently.
Cameron’s chest heaved. Ezra wasn’t moving, but he also hadn’t—
“You can keep going,” Cameron managed. “Please keep going.”
Ezra let out a low, punched-out sound. “If you’re too sensitive—”
“I’m not, I’m not.” Cameron shook his head desperately. “Please keep fucking me—fuck me until you come, I want it, please—”
“Anything for you,” Ezra gritted, and he resumed his thrusts. Harder, faster, maybe more frantic now, just using Cameron’s body as he chased his own end, and Cameron loved it. He could get drunk on this, this fullness and possession, as his own body twitched from over-sensitivity.
Another thought lit up his brain. “Y-you could
bite me.”
Ezra’s next thrust was particularly vicious as he growled Cameron’s name.
“You could,” Cameron babbled as Ezra fucked him so hard he shifted on the bed. “You could bite me, if you want to. I want you to—”
Ezra wasted no more time. He sank his teeth into Cameron’s shoulder as he came, not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly hard enough to bruise deep. Cameron hoped the bruise lasted. That he’d be able to look at it later, touch it, and remember Ezra being so close, spilling white-hot inside of him.
Time flowed like syrup as Cameron came back to himself. He was vaguely aware of Ezra pulling out. While he missed the added fullness, it didn’t spark panic until he felt the bed dip and looked up to see Ezra’s back.
“Wait! Please don’t go yet.” Maybe it was selfish of him to ask, but Cameron thought he could be allowed some selfishness, maybe.
Ezra turned to him, startled expression going soft. “I was only going to get something to clean you up with.” He reached out to lace their fingers together. “But I don’t have to.”
“I can wash up later,” Cameron mumbled, tugging until Ezra lay back down next to him. Cameron immediately scooted closer until he was tucked against Ezra’s chest.
Ezra draped his arm over Cameron’s back to hold him, making Cameron smile and let out a contented sigh.
“This was perfect.” He didn’t mean to say it, and it came out quiet, but even quiet words spoken into silence get listened to.
Ezra’s voice sounded a little raw when he said, “I’m glad. I really—” a deep breath. “I really care about you. I want you to feel good. To be happy.” And then, another quiet admission. “I want you to be happy with me.”
Cameron’s throat went tight. “I am. You do.” Honesty made him stumble. “You make me so happy.”
“Yeah?” Ezra breathed. As if he needed the validation. As if he didn’t know.
Cameron kissed the corner of Ezra’s mouth, sweet and absurdly shy. “Yeah.”
Even in the dim light of the bedroom, Ezra’s smile was so bright there was no mistaking it.
So Cameron kissed him again.
Chapter Fifteen
Eventually Ezra coaxed Cameron into cleaning up, if only so that he could make Cameron dinner.
“It’s important that you eat as much as you need,” Ezra said, leading Cameron to what turned out to be an amazing master bath, complete with a waterfall shower.
“So I can keep my strength up?” Cameron asked, unable to help the tease. Not wanting to, maybe. Enjoying how comfortable he felt.
Ezra just cleared his throat, but he also tossed Cameron a smirk as he pulled him into the shower.
After, Cameron had to admit that there was something to be said for all those shower scenes in the media. He’d been too shaky to do anything but let Ezra take the lead, and as a result he’d enjoyed some toe-curling damp kisses, followed by being washed like he was something precious. Then Ezra had bundled him into a deliciously soft robe and led him back downstairs for dinner.
Cameron had enough time to worry that the meal would be awkward but… it wasn’t. It wasn’t hard to fall back into the casual, comfortable back-and-forth he’d gotten more used to. It was natural and painless, just like everything was with Ezra.
“I still want you to take it easy tomorrow,” Ezra was saying. “But we’ll go out again, so that you can shift. You took to it so well today, I think it’ll be second nature with a few more sessions.”
“That’d be nice,” Cameron said. “To not, uh, have to worry about control or anything.”
Ezra shook his head, laugh soft. “I know how the movies paint it, but it’s really hard to just lose control and shift. Unless something is already wrong, it’s unusual for us to default to changing. It takes concentration. When you’re not focused and feeling out of control, concentration isn’t usually at the forefront of your mind.”
“That makes a lot of sense.” Cameron drank some more water. “So online support group thing and shifting practice. Okay. That should leave a lot of time still, right?”
“Time for what?”
“Work. I mean, it’s been a couple of days already, and I’ve gotten nothing done. Obviously.”
Ezra raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’ve been a little busy.”
“I know you won’t hold it against me.” Cameron was pleased with himself for being able to relax. “But I’m sure there’s work you have to do that you haven’t been doing. Because of me.”
“Cameron no, that’s not—”
“I don’t mean it as a bad thing. Not really. But it’s true, right? I’ve been taking up a lot of time.”
“You’re my first priority,” Ezra said firmly. “Work can wait.”
Cameron’s heart was going to grow more than just three sizes. “I appreciate that. You’ve no idea how much. But I’m okay, right? And I like working for you. If I’m feeling fine and good to go, why not?”
“I postponed all my shoots until next week,” Ezra admitted. “I wanted to be sure I had all my time for you.”
“I kind of figured you might’ve done something like that,” Cameron said. “And again I… I appreciate it. It’s really…” he swallowed. “It’s really nice to be cared about.”
“You are,” Ezra said fiercely. “So much.”
Cameron ducked his head. “Thank you. If I didn’t say it before.” He cleared his throat. “But even if you don’t have actual shoots, there’s work that needs to be done. And I’m here. I can’t just laze around all day.”
Ezra gave him a lop-sided grin. “You could, if you wanted.”
“That would drive me crazy,” Cameron said. “And you know it would drive me crazy.”
Ezra chuckled. “I know, yes. Okay. So. You want something to do.”
“Well, yeah. I mean, that’s literally my job.”
“You… you do know that I never would have asked for anything, for giving you work—”
Cameron let out an incredulous little laugh. “Yeah. I know. Don’t worry. If I’d gotten any other impression, I’d have been gone. I promise”
Ezra nodded. “I… I sort of hoped so. That you wouldn’t have let yourself be taken advantage of. But you also were in such a bad situation, I didn’t—”
“Ezra,” Cameron said. “I mean it. I didn’t… have the best time, growing up. I learned about people, okay? And I never had to worry about you.”
“Oh.” Ezra looked down at his plate. “I-I’m glad. That I never made you feel nervous.”
“Maybe a little nervous,” Cameron admitted. “But only because you were ridiculously hot and stupid nice and giving me the time of day.”
Ezra’s small smile grew. “Hey, you’ve got a lot of things going for you.”
Cameron snorted. “I don’t need a list. I can see you compiling one.”
“Alright, fine.” The smile turned into a grin. “But I will say that I’m glad you’re comfortable with me. Especially now.”
“Now that we’ve had sex, you mean?”
Ezra looked downright pleased. “Yes. Exactly.”
“I am. Comfortable I mean.” Cameron set down his fork. “I’m so comfortable with you. Even when you make me nervous. Are you finished?” He motioned to Ezra’s plate.
Ezra handed it over, and Cameron went to take things to the dishwasher while Ezra put the remainder of the food away. They cleared the rest of the table together.
“It’s kind of late,” Ezra said once they were finished.
Cameron glanced at the clock on the microwave. Just after nine. It didn’t feel that late, but it made sense. He’d spent most of the afternoon asleep, and then he and Ezra had… spent their time in other ways. He wasn’t tired yet, but he did feel like being lazy.
“We could go to bed,” he suggested in a rush. “Or, well, get ready for bed. And then, you know. Go to bed. Just to… relax?”
“Together?” Ezra asked, sounding hopeful.
Cameron nodded eagerly. “I’d like
that. If you would.”
Ezra smiled. “I would.”
***
Once they were curled up together in Ezra’s frankly enormous bed—and when Cameron commented on it, Ezra laughed and said sometimes he slept in the bed as a wolf, so he wanted it to be a good size—Cameron couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
He probably loved Ezra. Which was a lot to wrap his head around. And Ezra liked him. Maybe didn’t love him, but he said he cared about Cameron and Cameron believed him. Cameron also worked for him, and he loved that too.
But he’d still be going back to school after winter break was over. And while he was pretty sure he’d continue to work for Ezra, he didn’t know…
“What’s on your mind?” Ezra asked, carding his hands through Cameron’s hair. “I can hear you thinking.” Before Cameron could open his mouth, Ezra added, “Not in a werewolf way. I just can tell you’ve got something running around in your brain.”
Cameron nodded. “Yeah.”
“Want to share? No pressure.”
“I don’t want it to sound like I’m asking for a handout,” Cameron mumbled into Ezra’s chest.
“I honestly think you’d break out in hives before you let yourself ask for something,” Ezra said gently. “Even if you needed it. What’s up? You know I won’t judge.”
Cameron tried to hide his sigh. “It’s just… I can’t stay here forever, you know? So I’m trying to think about logistics.” A funny thought came to him. “Though do I run warmer now, as a werewolf? That’d be handy since it’ll be winter for a while yet.”
“You’re thinking of going back to your car,” Ezra said flatly.
Cameron squirmed. “Well, yeah. I don’t have anywhere else to go right now.”
Now Ezra sighed. “You really will break out into hives before you ask for anything, won’t you?” He tugged lightly on Cameron’s hair. “Don’t answer that.”
Cameron closed his mouth.
“Cameron…” Ezra shifted down so that they could look at each other in the dark. “Do you not… want to stay here? You can tell me the truth. I won’t mind.”
No, the problem is exactly the opposite. I want to stay forever.