by Sean Michael
He smiled, chased Xander’s lips. He didn’t have to chase them far—Xander soon pressed them together, the water still whooshing up around them. He gasped, the water making it all insane, wild. Perfect.
“You gonna come for me?” Xander asked, rubbing against him some more.
“My balls are going to dry up,” he teased, feeling almost young, whole.
“Yes. I want every last drop of pleasure you have.”
He gasped, his toes curling at Xander’s words. Xander’s hand pushed between them, rubbing against him through his wet shorts.
“More.” He arched up, rubbed a little harder.
Working his hand into Cameron’s shorts, Xander wrapped his fingers around Cameron’s cock. There was a hint of scrape from the sand, a distant ache. Xander worked him nice and hard, thumb playing with the tip.
“I… Yes.” Yes. Please. Now.
Xander’s mouth covered his again, hand moving hard and fast on him. Cameron screamed out his pleasure, his need, his balls aching as he came again. Xander pressed kiss after kiss on him, hand tugging, pulling every last drop from him. It left him melted, a little shaken.
Xander’s hand slid away, soft lips resting against his. The water splashed around them, coming up to his thighs now.
“I could just stay here, let the water take me away.”
“Oh, no, we have four more days together. Well, I guess closer to three and a half now. I’m not letting anyone have you before our time is up.”
“Okay. Three and a half days and then you can let the water sweep me off. Deal?”
“Yeah. Maybe I can let mother nature have you.”
“That works.” He grinned, fingers reaching up, touching Xander’s face, feeling that smile.
Xander’s lips slid over his fingertips, kissing them.
Perfect.
This was perfect.
And he was going to be thankful for every second.
Chapter Five
Xander snuggled deeper under the covers and pulled the warm body next to him closer. He wasn’t ready to get up yet, but the sun was shining brightly and he could smell the ocean on the breeze. He could smell Cameron, too.
Oh, Cameron. Right. He was on the island, having the best fantasy ever.
He slowly opened his eyes. Cameron’s eyes were open, searching the room, filled with desperation, loss, an unbearable sadness.
“Cameron…” He reached out, fingers sliding on Cameron’s cheek.
“Good morning.” Cameron’s eyes closed, and he rubbed against Xander’s touch.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Huh? Me? Just lying here.”
“Yeah?” He leaned in and nibbled at Cameron’s shoulder.
“Yeah. God, you feel good.”
“Mmm. Glad you think so.” He pressed close to Cameron, his morning wood dragging over the man’s side.
“I do. I can almost see you.”
“Yeah? What do I look like?” He shifted to straddle Cameron, face close as he looked into Cameron’s pretty eyes.
“Big. Dark skinned.”
He smiled and took Cameron’s hand, brought it up to his face. “What else?”
“You have amazing laugh lines. Strong cheekbones. A beautiful smile.”
“Mmm. I love your hands.”
Cameron smiled. It blew Xander’s mind that Cameron didn’t seem to know anything about being blind. He kissed one fingertip, then another.
“Your lips are warm, too.” Xander smiled against them.
Cameron responded, fingers moving faster, exploring him.
“God, your hands really do feel amazing,” Xander murmured
“I like touching you.”
“That works out really well as I love you touching me.” He leaned in to take a soft kiss.
Cameron pushed close, rubbed against him. Their erections slid together, bumping and nudging, sending jolts through his body.
“Good morning,” Cameron said again. That sadness, that loss was gone, and Xander felt about twenty feet tall.
“It is, isn’t it? Good, I mean.”
“Yes. The best one in years.”
He beamed down at Cameron. Definitely twenty feet tall. Maybe even thirty. Cameron’s fingers traced his mouth again, saw his smile. He moved against Cameron, hips making lazy pushes against his lover’s belly.
“You’re my wet dream. I don’t know how they found you, but I’ll always be grateful.” Cameron said the most amazing things.
“Your wet dream. I think I like that.”
“It’s the truth.” Cameron kept touching him, hands moving down to his chest.
“I want it to be. I want to be everything you’ve ever wanted.” He wanted to be more than Cameron wanted.
“You already have been.”
“Awesome.” He brought their lips together again, the kiss eager, happy.
They had a whole day ahead of them, whatever games they wanted to play available to them. He had a few ideas in mind, soft and sensual ways to blow Cameron’s mind. He wanted to keep that curiosity, that joy in those fading eyes.
He nibbled at Cameron’s lips, moaning as the exploring hands found sweet spots on his body. Every moan made Cameron smile. It made him draw them out, made him more vocal than usual. Cameron responded beautifully, hands on him, adoring him.
“You make me feel so good, Cameron.”
“I want to. I want to make someone feel good.” There shouldn’t have to be that hint of desperation in Cameron’s voice.
“I’ll gladly volunteer to be that someone every single time.”
Cameron smiled for him, nodded. “Three more days.”
“Shh. It doesn’t seem long enough.” Not nearly long enough.
“I know.”
He pressed their mouths together, using the kiss to push away thoughts about how long they had left, to live in the moment.
He had plans for today. A dildo, a plug, a cock ring. Listening to Cameron scream with pure, unadulterated pleasure. Just thinking about it made his cock ache a little, and he rubbed their bodies together.
“Mmm.” Cameron grinned, fingers sliding over his ass.
Bending, he took Cameron’s right nipple between his lips, rolling it, then licking when it hardened up for him.
“Oh. Oh, that’s so hot…” The tiny bit of skin drew up tight.
“Burning. You ever thought of getting some jewelry for these pretty little nubs?”
“Me?” The look of pure shock on Cameron’s face tickled the hell out of him.
“Yeah, you. You’d look really good with a little jewelry here and there.”
Cameron’s lips opened and closed, over and over. Chuckling, Xander slipped his tongue inside. He pinched one little nipple, hard. Cameron bucked for him, and he pinched again. Yeah, a little ring, right there, just to drive Cameron out of his mind.
Xander wondered if they had a piercer here on the island. He wondered if Cameron would let him do it—the man could always take it out when he left. A tiny little ring, right there, marking Cameron. He slid down, licked and nibbled at the bit of flesh.
“Sharp teeth. Sharp teeth. Fuck.” Cameron’s words had him biting harder.
Cameron jerked, that sweet cock filling for him, the tip kissing his belly. Yes. He licked his way over to Cameron’s other nipple. Cameron’s hands opened and closed, lips parted as the man waited for him. He took his time, letting the tension build. The air felt heavy, heady, the electricity between them suddenly fierce.
He got to Cameron’s nipple, breathed against it. Cameron didn’t move, but that tiny bit of flesh went rock hard, calling for him. Groaning, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue, then he grabbed it between his lips and sucked hard. The sound of his name split the air, sharp and short. His hips jerked in response, d
riving his cock along Cameron’s skin.
“Yes…” Cameron pushed up, offering him more sensation, more friction.
He nodded in agreement, biting this time as he slid along Cameron’s body.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck. That’s…”
Hot. It was blistering hot. That’s what that was.
“Yeah, it is.” He bit again, licked, then bit, keeping Cameron guessing as to which sensation was coming next.
Cameron’s fingers hiccupped over him, stuttering. He loved that, how what he did made Cameron react. He found Cameron’s other nipple, and plucked at it. Hard and hot, the little bit of flesh fascinated his fingers. He stroked, feeling the texture and warmth.
“So good. Feel that deep.”
“Down in here?” He pressed his hand flat against Cameron’s belly.
Cameron moaned, arched into his touch. “Lower.”
He slid his hand lower, to the base of Cameron’s cock. A deep sound left Cameron, the man’s hips rolling up. He turned his hand, cupping Cameron’s cock.
“E-even lower. Feel you in my balls.”
“Oh.” Beaming, he reached down to cup Cameron’s balls.
“Yes.” Cameron’s eyes crossed.
He bent again, holding Cameron’s balls firmly in his hand as he bit at the right nipple again.
“Oh, sweet fuck.” There was nothing but pure bliss in Cameron’s voice.
Fuck, yes, he was piercing Cameron’s nipples today if they could arrange it. He pulled a little on the sweet balls in tandem with tugging on Cameron’s nipple.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Cameron was flying, soaring for him.
Xander did everything he could to drive Cameron higher.
“Please don’t stop.”
“Not until you come for me.” It was his promise.
“Thank you. God, so good. I didn’t know…”
“Now you do.” He moved to the other nipple and bit the tip, then took it between his lips and tugged hard.
“Yes!” He doubted Cameron had any idea what he was agreeing to.
He flicked his tongue across the hard little nub, slid his hand to stroke along the soft skin beyond. Cameron’s balls. There could be rings there, or a tattoo. A mark. He wanted it all. He wanted more than the few days they had left.
He wanted Cameron.
Xander moaned, blinked at himself. He wanted Cameron. He bit hard at Cameron’s nipple, driving his cock against the man.
“Please. More. Want to feel you.”
He moved his hand back farther, pushing a finger against Cameron’s hole. Cameron bore down immediately, accepting him in, taking him easily.
“God, you’re hot and tight.” So very good.
“Need you. Please. I… Can you… Fuck.” Cameron’s cheeks were bright red.
“Oh, I want to hear what you want to ask.”
“Your mouth. I. Again. Will you?”
“Where do you want it, love?” He wanted—no he needed—to hear Cameron say it.
“On. On my nipple. Please. It’s so hot.”
Smiling, he blew on Cameron’s nipple. Cameron’s hole tightened, squeezed his finger. He pressed his finger deeper and wrapped his lips around Cameron’s nipple, tugging. Cameron’s body moved in time with his suction, and when he bit down again, Cameron jerked for him, nearly coming. Moaning, he pressed another finger in with the first, bit down.
“Yes!” Cameron pushed up into his mouth, asshole jerking convulsively as spunk spread between them.
Groaning, he bent further and licked at the cream on Cameron’s belly.
“Oh, God. Xander. So good.” Cameron sounded wild, ecstatic.
“It is. You are.”
He kept cleaning, using his fingers to open Cameron up, stretch him. Cameron bore down, riding him, cock never even going soft. He pushed in a third finger and wrapped his lips around Cameron’s left nipple this time, playing and nibbling and biting it at random. His sweet man never hesitated, just rode him, rode the sensations.
He worked Cameron open for as long as he could stand it, then he pulled his fingers away and settled with his cock between Cameron’s legs.
“God, yes. Yes. Please.”
He thrust into Cameron’s body, slowly sinking in to the root. The tight heat grasped at him, held him. Cameron’s lips were open, eyes still, body focused on him. He tugged Cameron’s lower lip into his mouth, sucking. Cameron’s fingers moved over his face, trailed over his skin. He moaned softly, letting Cameron know how good it was as he began to move.
“Want to feel you forever.” Cameron barely whispered the words.
It made him soar, hearing that Cameron might feel the same as he did. “Me, too.”
“Oh…why can’t I see you?”
“You can.” He dragged Cameron’s hand back to his face.
Cameron cried out, fingers searching him, the touch frantic. He closed his eyes and let Cameron look his fill, hips moving slowly, carefully. Cameron moaned, fingers moving and moving before slowing, finding his rhythm. Xander turned his head to kiss Cameron’s palm, then went back to thrusting, to filling Cameron over and over.
Cameron met each thrust, focused on him, focused on the moment. He slid one hand to Cameron’s tempting right nipple, tugging on it.
“Yes…”
Fuck, his lover was fine.
He couldn’t wait to get rings on the pretty nipples. He pushed in harder, hips picking up speed. Cameron met his thrusts, the man in tune with him, in touch. God, it was so good, Cameron like the hottest vise.
“Yours.” Cameron tightened, jerked around him.
He shivered, thrust again, harder this time. Cameron’s body pulled at him, kept him deeper.
“God. Cameron.” He nodded, thrust even harder. “Mine.”
Cameron so was—and he wasn’t the only one who felt it.
Cameron nodded, tongue flicking out, tasting his lips. He groaned, or maybe whimpered, rocking in harder, leaning in to press their lips together. Cameron’s tongue pressed into his lips, touching him, tasting him. His tongue met Cameron’s, his body pushing harder. His sweet lover was close, needy, ass jerking around him.
He held on to his own orgasm, wanting to be sure Cameron came again before he got lost in his own pleasure.
“I. I. You…”
Sweet man.
“You first, Cameron.” He thrust harder, catching hold of Cameron’s long cock.
“I…” Cameron arched, heels banging on the mattress.
“Come on. Let it have you.” He couldn’t hold back for much longer. He just couldn’t.
“Yes.” Cameron arched, bucked.
Xander pushed his thumb into Cameron’s slit. Heat sprayed over his fingers, Cameron grunting his name.
“Yes!” He slammed in a few more times, then came.
Cameron’s legs wrapped around him, held him close. He collapsed, letting Cameron take his weight.
“Have you. I have you.”
“Mmm. You do, Cameron. You’ve so got me.” More than he’d ever planned for, more than he’d expected.
Cameron kissed his cheek, hummed softly.
“I’m going to call the, uh…whatever passes for a front desk here. I want to find out if they have a piercer available.” Xander just couldn’t wait.
“A piercer?”
“I want to put rings in these.” He slid his hands along Cameron’s chest, found and tweaked both nipples.
“I…” Cameron arched under him, and Xander knew his lover would have come if he could have.
“It doesn’t have to be permanent.” But, God, he wanted them to be. He wanted to pierce and tattoo Cameron, to mark Cameron as his own.
“Do you want them to be?”
Xander met Cameron’s eyes, even though he knew it was unlikely Cameron could really see hi
m, and nodded. “I do. I want to know they’re always there. That I did that. That you let me. That it got you off.”
Those pretty blue eyes moved restlessly, randomly. “I’d let you do anything, I think.”
“That could be dangerous, letting me know that.” There was a lot he could do. A lot he wanted to do, his mind jumping from one thing to another.
“You won’t hurt me.”
“No, but I might decorate you.” Make you mine. He managed to keep the words to himself. It was too soon, wasn’t it?
“Anything. I have nothing to lose here.”
“Thank you.” He took Cameron’s mouth and slid to the side, eager to make the call, to find out if any of the things he was imagining would be possible.
Cameron’s hand stayed on his side, keeping them connected. Keeping them together.
He called down to the front desk, sliding his hand along Cameron’s hip.
“Good morning, sir. How can we help you?”
“Hi, I was wondering if you have a piercer available. Specifically for nipple rings.”
“Absolutely. We have a body mod specialist on staff.”
“Oh, that’s great. Can I arrange an appointment for Cameron?”
“Would you like to go to a studio or have someone come to you?”
This place was amazing.
“We’d like to have someone come here, please.” Cameron would be more comfortable in a place he’d gotten familiar with.
“Yes, sir. Do you have a time in mind?”
He looked over at Cameron. “I think later this evening.” He wanted to let the anticipation build.
Cameron’s face was relaxed, hands moving over his skin.
“How does eight p.m. sound to you?”
“It sounds perfect. Thank you.”
“You said nipple piercing. Should he be prepared to do any other services for you?”
“That’s all for now. I assume he does tattoos as well?” Maybe he was getting ahead of himself. “Never mind. Eight is good, thank you.”
“He does, sir. Piercings, tattoos, extreme mods. He’s brilliant.”
“Oh, okay, cool. I’ll let you know if there’s anything else later on.”
He hung up and turned to Cameron. “It’s all set.”
“Oh. Wow. That easy?”