Three More Wishes

by Sean Michael

  “I need your cock. I want to know. Need to.”

  “Need to know what, Cameron?”

  “I need to know everything. Feel everything before the end. I want to feel everything.”

  “You will, I swear.” Xander’s fingers pushed into his hole, sliding in and out. “I could put my whole hand in here. On our last day. You’d never forget this, then. Never.”

  Cameron nodded. “I’d take it to my grave.”

  “Let’s do it. We’ll work up to it. On our last day, I’ll hold you in my hand.”

  Xander’s kisses started up again, the wet tip of his cock kissing Cameron’s skin. Cameron held on, eyes wide open, trying desperately to see Xander, just a bit. Xander’s mouth landed on his again, the kiss warm, wet, wicked. That distracted him enough to let him relax again.

  Xander’s cock pushed against his hole. “Ready, Cameron?”

  “God, yes. Please. Please.”

  “Good.” Xander pushed into him, slowly, spreading him open.

  Cameron sighed softly, took the man easily, riding the ache. Xander kept pushing until the thick cock was all the way in. He could feel each breath Xander took. They leaned together, still, for long minutes. Xander hummed, one hand sliding on his skin.

  “I wish I could see you.”

  Xander grabbed his hands and brought them to his body. “So look.”

  He groaned—partially because he didn’t want to have to do it this way, partially because Xander felt so good.

  “Look at me, Cameron.” Xander’s first thrust came on the word look.

  He started moving his hands, exploring the broad chest, the heavily muscled shoulders. The bulging arms. Xander panted and began thrusting again. Long, slow pushes filled him over and over as he explored. Xander’s belly was flat, dusted with hair.

  “Great… Great touch, Cameron.”

  “You’re so hot.”

  “Mmm. I’m glad you think so.”

  “How could I not?”

  Xander’s mouth closed over his. His hands moved constantly, almost distracting him from the pressure inside him. Xander pressed kisses and licks over his face.

  “Xander.” He gripped the man’s ass, tugged him in deeper, fascinated by the way Xander’s buttcheeks clenched.

  “God, you’re tight.” Xander kept thrusting into him.

  “Been a while.”

  He and Chett hadn’t for months before it was all finally over.

  “Lucky me.” Xander sounded sincere. Even if he wasn’t, Cameron was going to go with it.

  Xander moved faster, pushed in harder. Cameron could hear each breath pushing out. He kept his hands on Xander’s ass, kept pulling the man closer, deeper.

  “Yeah. Fuck.” The words slipped out of Xander, sounding husky, strained.

  “Please. Please.”

  Xander’s hand wrapped around him, tugging with each thrust.

  “Yes!” His cock throbbed, ached, his balls drawing up tight.

  “Yeah, Cameron. That’s it. I can feel it.”

  His orgasm hit him low and deep, heat spraying from him, splashing his belly.

  “Oh, damn. Yes.” Xander jerked a few times, then heat filled him.

  “Xander.” He went boneless.

  Xander pulled out slowly, grabbed a tissue and gently wiped him. Cameron melted, eyes closing. They would have to walk later.

  Xander kissed the side of his face and kept him warm.

  ****

  There was a soft knock at the door, and Xander kissed Cameron on the forehead. “Stay put, I’ll get it.”

  Xander slipped his pants on, went to find the rolling table on the front porch. He called out a “thank you,” not sure if anyone was still in earshot. Grinning, he rolled the tray into the bedroom with the beautiful bed. Cameron looked lovely and decadent in the middle of it.

  “Our supper has arrived.”

  “It smells good.”

  “It looks good, too. There’s calamari and octopus, snails, mussels, clams, shrimp, lobster. God, there’s so much here.”

  “I’ve never had some of those.”

  “I’m glad. I want to share all these new things with you.” He pushed the tray right to the edge of the bed, then climbed up to join Cameron.

  Cameron moved his head, tilting and lifting his chin, obviously trying to see the food.

  Xander put a bite of each thing on a plate and brought it close, put the plate on Cameron’s lap. “There a bite of everything here. Start at twelve o’clock. Carefully, that’s the clam and it’s still in its shell.”

  “How do you eat it?”

  “You need to pull the clam out of the shell. There’s a fork for that. Now, the oyster, which is next to it, is also on the shell, but with that one you just lift it to your lips and suck it down. It’s raw, by the way.”

  He took Cameron’s hand and helped him find the items on the plate. “Next is the shrimp, which they’ve even taken the tail off of, so you can eat that as is with your fingers. The scallop is next, and it looks perfectly cooked.” He leaned in to whisper in Cameron’s ear. “You can eat that from my fingers.”

  Cameron pinked, shivered, eyes closing. So sexy. Xander couldn’t imagine giving this one up. Why would Cameron’s ex have done so?

  He picked up the scallop and held it to Cameron’s mouth. “The scallop is my favorite.”

  Cameron opened, groaning as he bit down into the sweet flesh.

  “It’s sweet, isn’t it? And sort of melts in your mouth.” A well-cooked scallop would, and Xander was willing to bet quite a lot that they did everything here just perfectly.

  “Amazing. I’ve never tasted one so fresh.”

  Xander held his fingers to Cameron’s lips. “Lick them clean?”

  Cameron’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, then the man’s tongue lapped him clean. Xander groaned, his cock jerking a little. Cameron was so sensual—it was very sexy.

  He wanted to know everything about Cameron. Why was he here? Where was he from? Who had he left behind?

  “Here’s the oyster,” he said softly, putting the shell into Cameron’s hand.

  “I just…slurp it?”

  “Yeah. Just pour it down your throat. Don’t chew—trust me on this.”

  “Don’t…” Cameron’s eyes went wide, moving quickly in a show of panic.

  He stroked Cameron’s cheek. “Don’t what?”

  “Don’t chew. Right. I’m a little wigged.”

  “We can skip the oyster, baby.”

  “No. No, I’ll try. I’ll never get another chance.” Cameron’s lips parted.

  He chuckled. Cameron would if he wanted to, though maybe not as fresh as this one no doubt was. Xander guided Cameron’s hands up, the edge of the shell landing against Cameron’s lower lip. Cameron opened up, his eyes rolling, and sucked the oyster down.

  “There you go—you’ve now had an oyster. What did you think?” Xander wasn’t too fond of them himself, but he knew some people loved them.

  Cameron shook his head. “Slimy.”

  “Okay, no more oysters. They’re really the only thing on the plate here that I don’t like myself, and hopefully you won’t find any other dislikes yourself. Lobster next?” He loved lobster and crab, and, bless them, the kitchen had dealt with getting to the meat for them.

  “Okay. Sure. Is it the tail?”

  “There’s tail meat, yeah. And claw meat, too. We should see which one we think is sweeter. I understand there’s quite the debate raging about it in culinary circles.”

  That made Cameron smile. “Is there?”

  “Apparently.” He popped a bit of claw meat into Cameron’s mouth. “That’s ‘A’.”

  He waited until Cameron had swallowed, then popped in a piece of tail. “And that’s ‘B’.”

  “Mm
m…” Cameron moaned. “B.”

  “Tail it is.” He shifted Cameron and popped him gently on the ass.

  “Oh.” Cameron shivered, shifted a little.

  It made him feel so good, how easy it was to make Cameron react. “You’re such a sweet treasure.”

  “No one’s ever called me sweet before you.”

  “No? I don’t see why not.” Who the hell had Cameron been with?

  “Cattlemen aren’t sweet.”

  Xander chuckled. “No?”

  “Not really. I mean, I’m not one anymore, but I used to be.”

  He fed Cameron a shrimp. “You aren’t because of what’s happening to your sight?”

  “Well, of course. We have—had— I had a ranch, but there’s no space for worthless people out there, and people talk and stuff.”

  “You’re not worthless, Cameron!” He didn’t want to hear Cameron saying stuff like that.

  Cameron snorted. “That’s nice of you to say.”

  “I’m not just saying it.”

  “What’s next?”

  “For the lovely man with the sensitive skin? How about a clam.” He took the little fork and pulled the clam out, smelling. “Mmm. I think they’ve cooked it in a spicy broth.” He held the fork up to Cameron’s lips.

  Cameron opened up, nibbling. “That’s not bad.”

  “The broth really makes or breaks the clams, I think. Here. Calamari.” He sniffed. “They’ve got some lemon juice on it. It should be nice and tender.”

  “Squids? They don’t taste like rubber bands?”

  Xander chuckled. “Not if they’re cooked right, no.”

  “Okay. Okay. I’ll try.”

  “I’ll try it first. Test it.” He took one, moaning at the taste. It melted in his mouth. “Oh, God. It’s good.” He offered one to Cameron.

  Cameron’s mouth opened, the man trusting him. He slipped the perfect piece of calamari between Cameron’s lips.

  Cameron ate, humming softly. “I like that one. More, please.”

  God, it was good to see Cameron enjoying the food, the pretty face lighting up. He popped another piece of the silky calamari into Cameron’s mouth. Cameron crunched down, groaning softly. Someone liked those. It made him smile, that Cameron had tried something new, something he thought wasn’t going to be good, and had discovered how wonderful it actually was.

  He fed the man another piece.

  “Thank you.” Cameron was looking more alive every second.

  “There’s some king crab here. It’s like the lobster, only even sweeter. And there’s some garlic butter to dip it in.”

  “I love garlic.”

  “And if we both have it, there won’t be any breath problems.”

  That earned him another laugh, and Cameron nodded.

  Xander dipped a chunk of crab meat into the garlic butter and slid it between Cameron’s lips. Cameron moaned, licked his parted, hungry lips. Xander dipped his finger into the garlic butter this time, painted Cameron’s lips with it and leaned in and licked them clean again. Cameron gasped, tongue touching his. He hummed softly, letting the licking go on for a while before backing off a little and popping another piece of crab into Cameron’s mouth.

  “I like that.” Cameron reached out for him, touched his wrist.

  Xander decided that he loved Cameron’s touch. “Another?”

  “Please.”

  He also loved seeing Cameron relax.

  He chose different things, keeping it fresh, sliding the seafood between Cameron’s lovely lips.

  “Are you eating, too? You should. It’s good.”

  “I am.” He grabbed another scallop, taking a bite and offering the other half over to Cameron. “And I think it’s the best seafood I’ve ever had.”

  “I’ve never tasted better.”

  “We’ll be spoiled for it now.” He picked up a large piece of lobster tail meat and ate half of it, feeding the rest to his lover.

  “Where do you go, when you go home?”

  “I live in Boston.” He kept feeding Cameron as they talked.

  “Cool.” Cameron offered him a grin.

  “I own a bookstore. I bet that sounds pretty nerdy to someone who worked a ranch.” It was his, though and, nerdy or not, he loved it.

  “No. No, cowboys read. Some of them, anyway.”

  That had him chuckling. “You, I take it? What’s your favorite book?” He slipped more food into Cameron’s mouth before the man could answer.

  Cameron chewed, swallowed. “I used to like thrillers. I liked the Patterson ones best.”

  “What do you like now, then?”

  “What do you mean?” Cameron looked puzzled.

  “You said you used to like thrillers. What do you like now?”

  “I can’t read anymore. I haven’t been able to for a little over a year.”

  “There’s audio books, though. They’re awesome.” Just because he couldn’t see, didn’t mean Cameron had to give everything in his life up.

  Cameron shrugged, looked uncomfortable.

  Xander tilted Cameron’s chin, turning the lovely face up to his. “What?”

  Cameron’s eyes rolled, searching the room. “Huh?”

  “What’s going on in that head of yours?” If only he could read Cameron’s mind.

  “Me? I’m okay. Good.”

  “Hmm.” He wasn’t sure Cameron was good. But then it was his job to make sure that Cameron was. He pressed his lips to Cameron’s. Cameron kissed him back, carefully.

  “Have some more of this silky calamari.” He slipped another piece into Cameron’s mouth.

  Cameron murmured his thanks, hands still moving idly, exploring randomly.

  “I could read to you,” Xander murmured, having a sudden vision of them curled up together in the big chair in his living room in front of the fireplace, him reading from one book after another as they whiled away cold winter evenings.

  “You don’t have to do that for me. I hate being a bother. That’s why I…” Cameron shrugged.

  “It wouldn’t be a bother, Cameron.” He pressed another kiss on Cameron’s lips. “That’s why what?”

  “Why I came here. So I could have one last weekend not being a bother.”

  “You’re not a bother, Cameron. I’m loving every second with you. Every second.”

  “Good. I am, too. I’m going to enjoy every breath.”

  “Cool.” Xander popped another piece of garlic-butter-coated lobster into Cameron’s mouth. “It’s because of you, too, that I’m enjoying it so much.”

  “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I made anyone happy.”

  “Now that just isn’t right. You’re fantastic!” He took himself another kiss. “You want more seafood? Dessert? Me?”

  “What’s for dessert?”

  He did love the curious, questioning attitude Cameron had.

  “Looks like pavlova with strawberries and kiwi. The biggest strawberries I’ve ever seen, by the way. Even bigger than the ones we had earlier.” He’d want to come back here just for the food if nothing else.

  “What’s a pavlova?”

  “Basically meringue, whipped cream and fresh fruit.” Which probably wasn’t doing the dessert justice, but he was pretty sure that was it.

  “I love those crunchy cookies. Especially the lemon ones.”

  “Lemon meringue cookies? I don’t think I’ve ever had that.” He grabbed a strawberry, made sure some of the pavlova had stuck to it, as well as a bit of whipped cream. “Open up.”

  “Really? I love them.” Cameron’s lips parted.

  “I’ll make sure the kitchen knows.” He pressed the strawberry into Cameron’s mouth.

  Cameron bit down, eating happily, tongue cleaning the juice from his lips as it dripped.

&nb
sp; Groaning, Xander leaned in and helped, his tongue sliding alongside Cameron’s. God, Cameron was sweet, sweeter than the fruit.

  “Oh…”

  Those little sounds were fucking amazing.

  “Another?” He asked, licking again.

  “Uh-huh.” Cameron’s lips were open, wet. Needy.

  He fed another strawberry between the lovely lips, following it again with his tongue as sweet juices slipped from Cameron’s lips. Cameron’s moans filled his mouth as the man’s hands explored him.

  God, Cameron was sex on legs.

  He fucked Cameron’s lips with his tongue. They shared one bite after another, the kisses going longer, deeper between each bite. It was so easy to be with Cameron, to be sensual. Cameron ended up in his lap, licking and sucking at his fingertips. He held onto the sweet bottom with one hand, feeding Cameron and himself with the other. Cameron’s eyes were closed, Cameron’s focus on him, on them.

  “So what was your favorite thing we ate?” he asked when they’d finally eaten their fill.

  “The calamari. You?”

  “I think the scallops. Although the dessert was stunning.” It was all so good.

  “Oh, God. Yes. That was amazing.” Cameron grinned. “Best dessert ever.”

  “We have four more days—I wonder if they can top it.”

  “Only four more days.”

  “Glass is still four-fifths full, lovely.” He was not going to let Cameron waste a second of the time he did have here by lamenting that it would be over soon.

  “It’s just such a short time.”

  “Shh. Just live in the now. No thinking about leaving here or even what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

  “Right. Right, no thinking.” Cameron nodded, lips pressed together. “None.”

  “Just enjoyment. How did that song go? ‘Don’t worry, be happy’.” He hummed a few bars of it.

  “That’s right.” Cameron kissed him, the act hard enough, wanton enough to leave him breathless.

  He could get used to this. He could come to want it. And it was time for him to follow his own advice. He opened for Cameron, giving the sweet man his mouth. Cameron’s kiss was fierce, wild, holding more intensity than he’d come to expect. He matched it, sliding his fingers through Cameron’s hair. Cameron moaned, tongue licking at his, lips parting for him.