One Perfect Wish

by L. M. Brown

  “I’ll go serve up in a minute,” Cameron replied.

  Scott stopped removing his shirt as he tried to figure out Cameron’s plan. Were they eating or shagging?

  Cameron seemed to read his mind and gave him a wicked grin. “Strip naked and take your seat. I’ll go bring in our dinner.”

  Scott began to realize Cameron’s intentions and he hurried out of his garments. By the time Cameron returned to the dining room he had sat down at the table, feeling a little self-conscious, especially when Cameron joined him, still fully clothed.

  “Aren’t you going to undress?” he asked.

  “Not until after we’ve eaten.” Cameron scooted his chair closer so his jeans brushed against Scott’s bare leg.

  “And is there any particular reason I’m eating in the buff?”

  “Not really.” Cameron gave him a wink. “I just like looking at you this way.”

  “And what if I enjoy staring at you when you’re naked?”

  Cameron ran his hand up Scott’s thigh, lightly stroking him. “I know you do,” he whispered into his ear. Scott’s erection, which had never completely subsided the whole afternoon, nudged Cameron’s arm as his fingers ghosted over his abdomen. “And maybe next time we can swap places, but tonight I want to tease you until you can’t stand it anymore. You’re going to beg me to fuck you across the table.”

  “I’ll beg right now if you want.”

  Cameron shook his head. “You aren’t desperate enough yet.”

  Scott gestured to his cock. “I beg to differ.”

  Cameron left his hand on Scott’s leg as he picked up his fork with the other and began to eat. “There’s begging and there’s begging. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know the difference.”

  Scott was being treated to yet another side of Cameron and he was intrigued to know more.

  They ate quietly and Scott savored the taste of the first home cooked dinner he’d had in years. Cameron’s talent in the kitchen certainly surpassed his own and he was highly impressed with the meal he’d whipped up at the last minute.

  Cameron’s hand never left Scott’s body. He stroked his leg, rubbed his arm and brushed his hair back so he could quickly nibble on his ear. Scott’s cock ached for attention, but Cameron never attempted to touch him there. Yet with every other touch, he found himself moaning with desire and squirming in his seat. He could tell Cameron took great delight in pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Scott did attempt to stroke himself once, but a sharp slap on the wrist from Cameron made it clear he was supposed to wait for permission before easing the pressure.

  By the time they finished the meal, Scott felt as though Cameron’s breath on his dick would be enough to make him come.

  “Don’t move,” Cameron instructed as he gathered up their plates, glasses and cutlery and took them through to the kitchen. When he returned, he cleared the rest of the table and moved the candlesticks over to the sideboard.

  Scott attempted to help with the clean-up, but Cameron pointed at him and told him to stay put.

  When Cameron had finished, he crooked his finger for Scott to stand in front of him. Scott did as his lover bid without even thinking about questioning his order.

  “What do you want?” Cameron asked.

  “What do you think I want?” Scott countered.

  “I know you want to come. I want to know how.”

  “At this point I’m not sure I care how, as long as I come,” Scott muttered. “You’re a terrible tease.”

  Cameron grinned widely. “I know, and you’re my favorite person to tease because you’re so easy.”

  “Can we stop talking and start fucking?” Scott asked. He suspected he might sound a little desperate, but since Cameron wanted him that way, he hoped pleading gave him the desired result.

  Cameron kissed him quickly and hoisted him up onto the table. He spread Scott’s legs and stood between them, stroking the inner thighs. “Touch yourself.”

  “I thought I wasn’t supposed to?”

  “Masturbating at the dinner table,” Cameron scolded. “Tut, tut. What would your mother say?”

  Scott glanced behind him pointedly. “Aren’t we still at the table?”

  “But we’re not eating now,” Cameron reminded him.

  Scott supposed there was a difference, even though he was sorely tempted to point out to Cameron that his teasing throughout dinner had nearly caused him to come regardless of whether it happened to be appropriate or not.

  “Touch yourself for me,” Cameron repeated as he stepped back a pace.

  Scott didn’t need to be told a third time. He reached down and took himself in hand. Despite his arousal, Scott didn’t immediately come when he touched his cock, though it was a close call.

  “You’re so gorgeous when you come,” Cameron told him.

  Scott moaned softly as he stroked himself. “I wouldn’t know.” He gripped the edge of the table with his free hand, his knuckles turning white as he tried to prolong the show.

  “Oh, you can take my word for it,” Cameron whispered, his own voice as breathless as Scott’s.

  When Scott glanced down at Cameron’s groin he half expected to see his lover pleasuring himself. Instead Cameron remained fully clothed, though his erection appeared as though it might be making a break for freedom before much longer. The hard ridge of his arousal was clearly visible. “See how hard you make me?”

  Scott nodded, too far gone to form words.

  “The sight of you like this is enough to make me come.”

  Scott’s eyes widened at what Cameron implied. He stroked himself faster, no longer attempting to put off his orgasm.

  “That’s it.” Cameron urged him on, every word sending shivers down Scott’s spine. “You’re so close now. I’m so close now.”

  Scott cried out as he came, ribbons of cum spraying his chest. He hadn’t yet come down from his high when Cameron pulled him into his arms and kissed him. Scott scrambled for the zipper to Cameron’s jeans and tugged it down. He reached inside and found Cameron’s briefs damp and sticky, his cock soft and spent.

  Cameron pulled out of their kiss and placed his hand over Scott’s. “I told you I was close.”

  “But I didn’t even touch you.”

  Cameron pushed down his jeans and briefs and pulled off his shirt. “You can touch me now if you want.”

  Scott wrapped his legs round Cameron and pulled him into another steamy kiss. He never wanted to stop touching Cameron and from what he could tell, the feeling was entirely mutual.

  “Damn it,” Cameron muttered. “I must be getting old.”

  “What’s the matter?”

  Cameron glared at his still soft cock. “I want to fuck you over the table so badly, but I think it’s going to take longer than it used to for me to get it up again.”

  Scott stifled a laugh. “How about we do that tomorrow?” he suggested. “Maybe over breakfast?”

  Cameron’s lips twitched and Scott couldn’t hide his amusement any longer. They laughed until tears ran down their cheeks, though Scott couldn’t have said what he found so hysterical if his life had depended on it.

  They retired to the bedroom, touching and kissing with every step. As far as Scott was concerned, if this was married life, where did he sign up? After spending less than a single day with Cameron he had become a total convert to the institution.

  “You know something?” Scott said as Cameron slowly made love to him in the comfort of their bed.

  “What?” Cameron regarded Scott with curiosity.

  “I didn’t think I’d enjoy today as much as I have,” Scott remarked without thinking.

  “You thought you’d hate spending an entire day with your husband?” Cameron teased.

  Scott grinned. “If you’d asked me before I met you if I’d ever consider getting married, I’d have said no. I guess it’s true what they say about finding the right man making all the difference.”

  Cameron moved inside him with lang
uid, deep thrusts. “I’m glad I’m your Mr. Right, because you’re definitely mine. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”

  Scott sighed. He was starting to wonder what he would do without Cameron. No, he couldn’t think about that. The possibility of finding him at his brother’s wedding and getting to know each other properly was what he had to concentrate on. If there was even the smallest chance of getting this amazingly loving man in his life for real, he had to grab the opportunity with both hands.

  It wasn’t long before Scott lost the ability to think coherently at all. All he knew were the sensations from Cameron loving him. His lover filled him thoroughly, and with slow and deliberate movements, Cameron guided him toward the stars.

  Scott’s entire body felt out of his control. The simplest touch of fingers brushing against his neck caused a chain effect and ripples of desire tore through him. He wanted to beg to be allowed to come, yet he couldn’t form the words.

  Unable to stand the teasing a moment longer, Scott flipped Cameron onto his back so he could ride him at his own pace.

  “Impatient?” Cameron teased as he grabbed Scott’s hips and tried to slow him down a little. Scott wasn’t having any of it. He quickened his movements and Cameron swiftly got the message that Scott had taken control. He relinquished the same with a smile and let Scott have his way.

  Cameron groaned loudly. “You feel so good. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep this up.”

  Scott grinned. “And that’s a problem why?” he managed to gasp. “We’ve got all night.”

  Cameron’s response was physical and loud. He screamed as he came in a hot rush, buried in Scott’s arse.

  Scott moaned at the exquisite sensation of heat as he fisted his cock. It only took a handful of strokes before he felt the beginnings of his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. One more tug and he came with a guttural shout, shooting ropes of creamy cum across Cameron’s heaving chest.

  Afterwards they slept a while, Scott curled up against Cameron’s side.

  Cameron was still fast asleep when Scott opened his eyes. The moment Cameron’s snores stopped Scott realized the world had frozen once more. The djinn stood at the patio doors, watching the snow, which was falling heavily again. Suspended snowflakes the size of pennies hung in the air and the garden was hard to see.

  “What is it?” Scott asked, reluctant to even look up from the comfort of his lover’s arms.

  “I thought you might like to know it’s nearly midnight,” the djinn informed him.

  Scott shot up in bed and checked the bedside clock. “Shit!”

  He jumped from the bed and ran for the door. He only had ten minutes left until midnight. He had no idea where he was, what Cameron’s surname was, or anything that would make sure that on Sunday he made it to St. Paul’s Church, ready to meet the love of his life for a second time. How had he let the entire day slip away without finding out such essential information? The phrase time flies when you’re having fun sprang to mind. That had certainly been the case for him today. Time had gotten away from him and now it was nearly too late.

  The djinn vanished and time moved on once again. Scott heard Cameron calling out to him from the bedroom. Damn it. He had hoped the world would stand still long enough for him to find the information he needed. He should have guessed the contrary djinn wouldn’t be so kind. He supposed he should count himself lucky he’d at least given him a warning his time was almost up.

  Since he hadn’t seen anything in the living room, dining room, or kitchen, Scott ran for the cozy little study, hoping to find something there with a name and address on. The desk was neat and tidy, with not a single sheet of paper on it. He wondered whether the djinn had deliberately hidden what he needed. There wasn’t a single piece of mail in sight. Every sign in the village had been obscured by snow. Not a soul had appeared to call out a greeting to Cameron during their walk through the village. He couldn’t even recall seeing anything at his in-laws’ residence. Trying the drawers, he found to his frustration they were locked and the key didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight.

  “Scott, what are you doing?” Scott glanced up at his husband, who stood in the doorway, rubbing sleep from his eyes. “It’s the middle of the night. Come back to bed.”

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” Scott answered distractedly.

  “What’s so important it can’t wait until morning?”

  “It’s nothing, you go back to bed and I’ll be with you soon.”

  Cameron joined him at the desk and pulled him into his arms. “If it’s nothing, it can wait until tomorrow.”

  Scott shook his head and disentangled himself from Cameron’s embrace. Cameron drew in a sharp breath and Scott cringed at the way he’d inadvertently elbowed him in the chest. “Sorry,” he apologized as he carried on searching for the key.

  “For heaven’s sake, what are you looking for?”

  “The key for the damn drawers,” Scott snapped. “Where the hell is it?”

  Cameron took a step back, his eyes wide. “There aren’t any drawers to the desk,” he reminded him quietly. “They’re fake, remember?”

  Scott wondered why the djinn hadn’t stepped in to stop him making this error. Cameron stared at him as though he’d grown tentacles. “I forgot.”

  The words sounded like a question, even to his own ears, and from the expression on Cameron’s face he wasn’t buying the excuse either.

  Chimes rang out from the living room.

  His time was nearly up.

  The djinn materialized in the doorway, but Scott ignored him. He grabbed Cameron by the shoulders, a little harder than necessary.

  “What is this village?” he asked.

  “What are you talking about?” Cameron tried to step back, clearly more confused than ever.

  “The name of the village we’re in,” Scott shouted. “Tell me what it is.”

  Cameron attempted to break free of his grip. “This isn’t funny.”

  “Where are we? What’s your full name? Tell me now!”

  “You know damn well where we are and what my name is.”

  Scott blinked back the first tears of frustration. “Please, Cameron.”

  How many times had the clock struck now?

  “The day is over,” the djinn announced and with the final chime of the clock, the world froze for the last time. Seeing the confused horror on Cameron’s face felt like a punch to the gut.

  “No.” Scott shook his head in denial. “How am I supposed to find him again? I need to know his name at least.”

  The djinn didn’t say anything and a moment later Scott stood in his hotel room. He wore the clothes he’d crashed in after he’d left the airport.

  “You have to tell me where to find him!” he yelled at no one. “Come back!”

  He continued to shout until the banging on the wall from the next room reminded him there were other people in the hotel.

  Scott sat on the edge of the bed and replayed the last day over and over in his mind. Had he imagined the whole thing?

  There was one way he might find out for sure and Scott quickly located his phone and checked the contents. The photos he had taken of Cameron were gone, if they had ever been there at all.

  “Okay, think about this,” Scott told himself. “Chris and Jodie’s wedding is set for Sunday at St. Paul’s. All you have to do is be there.”

  He didn’t have much to go on. He hoped it was enough to locate the right church.

  Chapter Five

  Google helped narrow down the list of potential churches, and while he came up against a dead end while searching for wedding announcements he felt he had made some progress by the time the sun came up the next morning. He discounted all the churches located in cities and a couple more in coastal towns. He still had a lot of potentials to work through.

  His phone bleeped with a new message. Scott groaned. He didn’t even need to see the screen to know it had come from someone at the office. He hadn�
�t missed the constant interruptions during his day with Cameron.

  By nine o’clock he had three voicemails and nearly two dozen text messages from various colleagues. He ignored them all save for the one from his boss. He sent him a quick text to confirm he had arrived back in England, adding he intended to take the rest of the week off. The third voicemail was his boss’s response, which Scott didn’t bother to listen to.

  After checking out of the hotel and hopping into a taxi to the train station, he spent the journey north continuing to narrow down the churches by studying dozens of pictures of villages, hoping to see something vaguely familiar. Unfortunately most local websites featured pictures taken during the summer months and everything appeared completely different when blanketed with snow.

  By the time the train pulled into the city, Scott had reached a decision. If he had to travel to every St. Paul’s Church in England, he’d find the place before the wedding on Sunday.

  * * * *

  “You’ve lost your mind,” Scott told himself as he stood in yet another village square. As picturesque as it appeared, there was nothing even vaguely familiar about the place. He pulled out his list and crossed another name off. “This is a waste of time. You’d be better off trying to find that bloody djinn.”

  Unfortunately, no matter how many times he’d called and cursed the djinn during the last few days, he had not shown himself to him again.

  Scott walked dejectedly back to his car and pulled the map book from the glove compartment so he could figure out which church to try next. With his destination chosen he put the details into his satnav and set off back down the road.

  * * * *

  By Saturday, Scott had begun to wonder whether he’d dreamt the whole thing. He had kept his phone switched off, but he knew he couldn’t put off the inevitable forever. He finally decided to sort his way through his messages and discovered he hadn’t lost his job. It had been a real possibility, but his boss apparently thought Scott was having some sort of stress-induced breakdown. He had assured Scott that as long as he showed up for work on Monday morning he’d overlook the fact he’d ditched most of the last week and failed to turn in his report. Scott found he didn’t care if he had been fired. His job no longer held the place of the most important thing in his life.