by Sean Michael
“God, that feels so good. Where did you learn to touch someone like that?”
“I just do what I think I’d like.”
Cam frowned. “Should I be doing for you instead?”
“Why?” He was perfectly happy doing this—Cameron had to get over this idea that if he wasn’t doing for someone, he was somehow less.
“I don’t know. I just…want to be useful.”
“Tell you what, when I’ve done you, you can do me.”
“I’d like to. I like touching you.” Cameron relaxed for him, legs floating apart.
“The feeling’s mutual on that.” He settled between Cameron’s legs, his hands moving higher.
Tiny little hips, tight ass, ripped belly—Cameron was a compact beauty. And he loved touching the man, making Cameron give those tiny little sighs. The man’s nipples tightened as he brought his hands closer to them.
“God, you’re sexy.” He couldn’t help but let Cameron know.
“Me? You’re the amazing one.”
“I think we’ll have to agree to disagree on this one.”
Cameron chuckled then gasped as Xander pinched those tight little nipples. He was pretty sure he’d given up the pretense of washing Cameron. Cameron’s hands slipped up his arms, surrounded his shoulders. He found Cameron’s mouth with his own, hands searching out every inch of water-slick skin. Cameron’s moans pushed into his lips, one following on the heels of another.
“I still want to shave you.” It was so easy to get distracted in Cameron, though.
“Okay.” Cameron nodded, lips moving under his.
“You make me need. So badly.”
“I told you I’d give you anything.”
“I know. I’m going to take everything.” Xander took more kisses.
When Cameron was melted, he backed away, reached for the razor and shaving cream. He sprayed the cream into his hand. “This’ll be a little cool.”
“Smells minty.”
“I’ll have to see if I can find chocolate-scented aftershave,” he teased.
“That would be something, wouldn’t it?”
He decided then and there that he’d find it for Cameron. First he’d phone the front desk here, though, because they seemed to be miracle workers. But if they couldn’t do it, he’d do his best once they got home.
Home. Just the thought made him moan softly as he finished covering Cameron’s face with the shaving cream.
“Was that a good moan?”
“It was a happy moan. I can’t wait to get you home. I mean, I can, because here? This place is perfect and amazing. But at the same time, it’s going to be so good.” And now they had a reason to look forward to when this was over, so it wasn’t something to be dreaded, it wasn’t looming at all anymore, which made their time here that much better. It was win-win.
Cameron reached for him, fingers on his face, looking at him. He loved that, loved that Cameron knew to do it now and didn’t hesitate—it made him smile as he looked down at his lover, waiting for Cameron to look his fill. Cameron smiled back, relaxed, the lines around the man’s eyes easing.
He kissed Cameron’s nose. “Okay, I’m going to start shaving now.”
“Okay.” Trusting him, Cameron just let his head fall back.
He loved that, deep in his belly. Xander began to shave his lover. Cameron’s sharp-angled face quickly came into view, the heavy stubble disappearing along with the little goatee. Oh shit.
“I…uh. The goatee is gone. I kind of forgot it was there. I like you better without it anyway.”
Cameron laughed, not sounding at all concerned. “You do? You sure it doesn’t make me look wimpy without it?”
“God no, you’re lovely.”
“Cowboys aren’t lovely.”
“You are.”
Cameron smiled. Beamed, really. Had no one ever complimented this man?
He finished shaving, following the newly bare skin with his fingertips. Cameron’s lips parted, face following his touch. He kept touching, tracing all of Cameron’s features. Cameron was focused on him, moaning low, nostrils flaring. He rubbed his cheek against Cameron’s, stubble against smooth.
Cameron stopped, gasped. “Do that again.”
“This?” He rubbed their cheeks together again.
“Yes.” Sensual man.
Humming, he rubbed against Cameron’s other cheek. That earned him a chuckle.
“Did you enjoy it? The shaving?” Xander had. He was looking forward to doing it on a regular basis.
“I did. It was the sexiest thing ever.”
“Excellent.” That was exactly what he’d wanted.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Very, very much.”
“Mmm. Good.” Cameron’s smile was warm, wonderful.
“Every moment with you is like magic.” He was so blessed.
“Can you… Will you shave me down there, too? I’ve always wanted to know what that felt like.”
“I’d love to!” Between that and having those pretty little nipples pierced, Cameron was going to be a walking wet dream. If he let the man up at all to walk.
Cameron blushed, grinned. “Always wanted to try that,” Cameron repeated.
“All right. I’m going to get you to sit on the edge of the tub for this. There’s a little seat-like thing.”
“Okay.” Cameron moved easily, legs floating and spread.
He guided his lover up onto the seat and reached for a towel, wrapping it around Cameron’s shoulders.
“Oh…” Each little luxury, each bit of care, made Cameron moan. It made doing things for him that much better.
“I’m going to trim the hair with scissors first.”
“Okay. Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“Just spread your legs and keep still. I don’t want to accidentally cut you.” That would not help with the sexy at all.
“You won’t.” The trust in that voice made him ache.
“No, I won’t.” It was a promise.
He got the scissors and pushed Cameron’s cock to the side, clipping the short and curlies. Then he sheared away the light blond curls, the mass heavy, thick before it disappeared. There was only stubble left, and he ran his fingertips over it. “You should feel it now.”
“Uh-huh.” Cameron’s toes curled.
He brought Cameron’s hand down to the almost clean crotch. Cameron’s eyes rolled, head falling back as those fingers explored.
“It’ll be smooth in a few minutes.”
“It’s sensitive.”
“Just wait.” He bent and kissed Cameron’s skin, the stubble rubbing against his lips.
Cameron moaned for him, hips rolling up. He pressed a kiss to Cameron’s cock, to each of the lovely balls.
“Oh, fuck…” That was a needy little whisper.
“Soon.”
He sprayed more shaving cream into his hands, trying to warm it up a bit. He spread the cream over the stubble, over the sweet ball sac. He spent more time than he strictly needed to, but he loved touching Cameron.
He looked up along the lean body of his cowboy—his own personal cowboy, how fucking cool was that?—watching the blush climb up the flat belly.
“I’m going to start shaving now.” His voice was husky.
“Okay. I’m ready. I’m ready.”
Xander chuckled. “Okay.”
“What? I’m letting you near my balls with a razor.” Cameron winked.
“I like those balls right where they are and won’t do anything to harm them.” He’d never harm Cameron, not for the world.
“Me, too. I like when balls are where they belong.”
He chuckled. “Don’t make me laugh, Cameron, not right this second.”
Cameron cracked up, the laugh merry. Xander st
opped trying to shave for a moment, grinning, loving that laugh.
“S…sorry. Sorry, I just… That was funny.”
“Never apologize for laughing—I love your laugh.”
“You’re real, right? This isn’t part of the fantasy?”
It broke his heart that life had taught Cameron to ask. “It’s both. This is still our fantasy, but it’s also real.”
“You’re not going to walk away in two days?”
“I’m not walking away ever, Cameron.” He picked the razor back up. “You’re stuck with me now.”
“Thank God.” The tiny whisper was almost silent.
He pressed their lips together, kissing hard. Cameron arched, legs cradling him. The shaving cream spread out between them as they rubbed together. Cameron’s stubble scratched his belly, his skin. It was a little arousing, a little maddening.
“I need to finish the job.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeah. Then we can continue this.” He made himself sit back down between Cameron’s legs.
Cameron was hard as a rock, cock red-tipped and wet. Groaning, Xander pushed it gently aside and drew the razor along Cameron’s skin.
“Oh. Oh, God.” Cameron stilled, lips open, panting.
“How does it feel?”
“It tingles.”
“Yeah?” He ran his fingers over the strip of bare skin.
“Oh. Oh, yeah…” Cameron whimpered, cock leaking.
“Good. I’m going to keep going.” He ran the razor along another stripe of skin, the sound of it loud.
Cameron’s skin was pale, delicate, fine. Groaning, Xander leaned in and licked the latest swath of fresh skin. Cameron goosepimpled up for him, and his lover shivered.
“God. You’re just…perfect.” He continued shaving.
“No. I’m just here. With you. I can’t see.”
“So? What difference does that make?”
“I can’t see. I can’t work, read, cook, piss without sitting down.”
“You’re going to learn to read and cook, though I can’t help you with the pissing thing. Besides, you’re still perfect.”
Cameron opened his lips, and Xander tugged the man’s balls. “Hush.”
He went back to shaving, drawing the razor over the sensitive flesh. His sweet lover. His. Xander loved thinking that. When he finished shaving, he cupped his hands and grabbed water, dumping it over Cameron’s crotch.
That made Cameron wriggle, gasp a bit. “Damn.”
“Wait until it’s my mouth.”
“I don’t want you to drown.” Cameron winked.
“I won’t.”
Cameron was still on the edge of the tub—they were good.
“You’re the most amazing lover.”
“So are you.” He rubbed his cheek on the newly bared skin. “Just perfect.”
“P-perfect.” Cameron arched, rubbed against him.
“Yes.” He turned his face, licking the smooth skin.
Cameron tasted a little like soap, but a lot like need. He pulled the skin into his mouth, rolled it between his lips.
“Oh. Oh, that stings the littlest bit.”
He hummed. That had been his intention.
Cameron’s hands were in his hair, petting him. He kept moving, taking a new bit of flesh into his mouth. He could feel Cameron’s cock like a brand next to his cheek. Soft moans started sounding, happy and low.
He began to kiss Cameron’s cock and balls in between sucking the bared skin. Each sucking kiss left a little mark. He pressed little kisses to each and every one, then pulled up a couple more.
“You’re… Are you marking me?”
“I am. This is mine. You’re mine.”
“Oh, God. I like the sound of that.”
“Yeah, me, too. I think maybe you need a tattoo before we go home. Something that marks you as mine.” He wanted that. He wanted his mark permanently on Cameron’s skin.
Cameron moaned. “Before we go home.”
“Yes. Something that’s ours together, that will be a souvenir, a talisman of our time here.”
“Where will you put it?”
He licked his lips and drew back a little, looking over Cameron’s spread body. He moved his hand from Cameron’s thigh up to just over his left nipple. “Here. Over your heart.”
“God, I want to be able to see you. To really see your eyes, your smile.”
He took Cameron’s hand and brought it to his face. “You see me in a way no one else does.”
“Stubborn man.” His words made Cameron smile, though.
He kissed Cameron’s fingers then insisted that Cameron look at him with them. Those fingers explored his face, his cheeks, his jaw. He hummed happily—he could get used to this. He would.
And so would Cameron.
Chapter Six
Cameron sat in a huge chair, toes in the sand, the world a vague shade of pink as the sun set. He kept thinking about what Xander had said. That they were going home. That there was help for him. Real help. He wasn’t sure this was the fairest thing to do to Xander.
“Oh, that’s beautiful.”
“Is it?” He tried hard to see details.
“Yes. You are.”
Xander’s words sank in and he ducked his chin, his cheeks heating. Xander chuckled, fingers sliding across his cheek.
“Are you having a good day?” He nuzzled Xander’s hand—that touch was addictive.
“I’m having a fantastic day. My lover’s coming home with me. And in the meantime, we have two more days.” Xander chuckled and tweaked one of his nipples. “Not to mention the nipple rings going in tonight.”
“Shh.” He wasn’t thinking about those, or the tattoo. Much.
“No, I won’t hush.” Xander kissed his nose. “In fact, I came down to bring you back to the cottage. The piercer’s going to be here any minute.”
“Is it already time?” Sometimes it was like the world was moving around him.
“Yeah, it is.” Xander’s hand slid into his and tugged encouragingly.
He followed, still not quite believing that he was letting Xander do this. That he was considering going to a strange house in a strange part of the country to live. Xander’s hand was warm and felt good against his, and the man didn’t walk at a snail’s pace, warning him of terrain changes in a quiet voice, like it was normal.
“You said your sister is blind?” He stepped up into the cabin.
“Yeah. She had a fever when she was three, and it got bad. She made it, but lost her eyesight.”
“Does she work?”
Xander led him to a chair, and he sat.
“She does. She’s a transcriptionist—types up medical reports from doctors’ dictations.” There was some clinking, then Xander asked, “Do you want some juice?”
“After, I think. Do you have tattoos?”
“I do, actually. I have a little shamrock on my ankle. It’s in memory of my grandparents.”
“Were they Irish?”
“They were. I have fabulous memories of them.”
“Do you have red hair?” He wanted to be able to picture Xander as he was.
“I don’t. It’s kind of a light brown.”
“Is mine still blind? Blond. Blond.” He felt himself blush at the stumble.
Xander pressed a kiss on his lips, fingers stroking through his hair. “Yes, love, it’s still blond.”
“I wonder, sometimes, if I still look like me.”
“Because you’ve changed so much internally?”
“More because it’s been a long time since I could make out features. I can see light and dark, that’s all.”
Xander squeezed him. “Well, I imagine you do look the same—in either case, you’re a handsome guy.”
That was a g
ood thing to hear. “Yeah? Good.”
“It is. Oh, here comes someone—I believe it’s our piercer.”
Cameron’s eyes went wide, searching for something they wouldn’t see. He was really going to do this.
“He’s quite something,” Xander murmured into his ear. “All tattoos and piercings. At least as far as I can see.”
He grabbed Xander’s arm. “You’ll stay right here?”
“I’m not going to miss a second of this.”
Cameron twined his fingers together. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.
“Hey, you Xander and Cameron? I’m your piercer. Nils.” The man sounded warm, happy, relaxed.
“Hi, Nils, it’s good to meet you. I’m Xander, and this is Cameron. Cameron’s the one getting his nipples pierced.” Xander’s hand landed on his shoulder, solid and warm, grounding him.
“I have some jewelry for you to look at here.”
“Cool. I’ll describe them for you, Cameron.”
Oh. Cameron squeezed Xander’s fingers. “Yes. Please.” Thank you, God. Thank you for finding him. Somehow, somewhere in Xander’s words, there was hope.
“The rings are silver and gold, and there’s beads—all different colors and sizes. They’re going to look lovely in your nipples.”
“Is there one you like more than another?” After all, he wasn’t the one who was going to be seeing them.
“I think the thin gold with the deep red beads would look amazing against your skin.”
“Okay. Can I touch them?”
“Sure, man.” Nils sounded happy, calm.
Something cool and round was put into his hand. He felt it, fingers tracing it. “It’s tiny. Smooth.”
Xander laughed softly. “I bet it’s going to feel huge when it goes in.”
“I bet.” He was macho, though.
“You’ll feel it, that’s for sure.” Nils chuckled. “Is this where you want to do it?”
“I’m comfortable here, yeah. Are we doing one or both?”
Xander answered immediately. “Both.”
His cheeks heated, but he nodded.
“Okay, I’ll need your top off, please.” Nils’ voice was all professional now.
Xander’s fingers slid down Cameron’s body to the bottom of his shirt. Oddly enough, that was the most intimate thing he’d done here, letting Xander undress him in front of someone else. Xander slowly pulled the shirt up over his head.