It appears a minority of his fans (almost exclusively female) are deeply saddened by his bisexuality or potential homosexuality. Cam knows these are the delusional people who believe they will meet, swoon and date Cam one day; the sad people who have created elaborate fantasies in their minds about the singer. But the majority of his fans and others have left Cam positive, uplifting messages on his social media. It seems most of his fans just want Cameron Leto to be himself and be happy, and not let the haters get under his skin. To keep on keepin’ on and doing his thing. This makes Cameron feel happy as a clam, especially because there’s no reason Cam should be exempt from Hollywood’s sexual insanity. Lots of stars go back and forth: Kristen Stewart and Marlon Brando. Angelina Jolie and Billie Joe Armstrong; Drew Barrymore and Andy Dick. Clive Davis! What makes his different? Why shouldn’t Cameron Leto experiment?
Especially because he’s falling more and more for Laramie the dragon shifter every day.
Sometime in the afternoon, after going to Seree’s (hasn’t been in ten days! His coffee’s never tasted better!!), Cam calls his agent, who sounds relieved to hear his voice. She says nothing about the tabloids. Cam asks her to set up a few intimate gigs in L.A. No new songs, just the classic hits. Cam wants fans to know he’s alive and not upset or down on himself over the media speculation. Cam misses performing, too. He’d rather do a few shows then post some impersonal shit on social media anyways.
Cam Leto thinks about what the future holds for him, expansive and unfettered. What the future holds for him and Laramie.
“Have you met him?” Cam asks, pointing at Leonardo DiCaprio on-screen. Laramie and Cam are watching The Great Gatsby in Laramie’s home theatre.
“Yeah. Few times,” he says.
“Me too. He’s okay,” say Cam. “Thirsty motherfucker. Always lookin’ for pussy.”
“Ewwww,” says Laramie. Cam throws some popcorn at him.
“I still think pussy’s hot!” Cam claims.
“You’re lying.”
Laramie’s right; Cam is lying. The only person he wants to have sex with is his dragon shifter. Cam smirks, looking back at the screen.
“Ha! See, I know when you lie,” says Laramie playfully. Cam thinks about the last time he fucked Kara, and sort of shutters. Something about having sex with her seems so immoral and unnatural as compared to having sex with Laramie. Cam pushes his ass against Laramie, who’s spooning him and playing with Cam’s cock through his shorts. Cam is slowly hardening.
Toby McGuire appears on-screen. “Have you met him?” asks Cam. Laramie nods his head. He pushes his ass against Laramie’s cock again, getting comfortable..
“Me too. I was in Venice Beach and–”
Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through Cameron’s abdomen and past his rib cage. Cam clutches his stomach. Laramie quickly sits up.
“Cameron are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“My stomach’s been hurting all day...” says Cam. “A little bit yesterday, too. I threw up this morning.”
“Did you…” says Laramie, enigmatically. “That’s strange...”
Cam never finishes his thought about Toby McGuire.
The next morning, Cameron jerked awake thirty minutes before Laramie’s alarm was scheduled to ring, hunched over and covered in sweat and squealing in pain. It feels like someone is punching his organs, Cam thinks. Eventually, the pangs subside and Cam is able to fall back asleep. Laramie never woke up. He’s still exhausted from Greece coupled with all these early call times.
Cam wakes back up around 9a.m. Laramie’s gone. The pain is still there, but not as intense. Cam goes to the bathroom and to his surprise, vomits again in the toilet bowl. He lies down on the cool, tile floor of the bathroom for a few minutes. What is going on? Does he need to get his appendix out or some shit? He hasn’t felt this horrible for years.
Laramie appears in the doorway.
“How are you? Why are you on the floor?”
‘Why are you here?” Cam fires back. “I thought you had work.”
“I took the day off…” Laramie says. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” An unfamiliar expression clouds the dragon shifter’s sculpted features.
“I’m okay. Just not feelin’ too hot...” says Cam. He struggles to get up. Laramie helps Cam get into bed.
“Do you mind if I..?” asks Laramie, gesturing to his tummy. Cam shakes his head.
Laramie rolls up Cam’s wrinkled wife-beater before inspecting his mid-section. Then, he places his hand on Laramie’s abdomen–
“OW!” screams Cam. “What was that?!” Something inside Cam jumped!! They saw the movement under his skin!!
Laramie jumps up and begins wildly pacing around his bedroom. “Oh God… Oh God. Jesus fucking Christ. I didn't think this would happen so soon… Fuck fuck fuck fuck. This is my fault. My fucking fault. My fault,” mutters Laramie. Cam is starting to feel faintly afraid.
“What are you talking about Laramie…?” Cam crosses his fingers over his abdomen. “What is going on?”
“I really don’t know how to tell you this, Cameron… Obviously I wanted to tell you before it actually happened…”
“Before what happened Laramie…? What the fuck is going on…? You’re really freaking me out.” Tears well up in Cam’s eyes. The shifter rushes over to Cameron’s side. Laramie holds him, Cam’s never seen anyone look so terrified in his life…
“Cameron,” he says. “You’re pregnant.”
“I AM WHAT!?!!!?” Cam jumps up, backs up against the window, his mind going a million miles per hour.
“Shifters can impregnate anyone, Cam,” says Laramie. “They actually prefer to impregnate men… This isn’t a sexist comment, but throughout history two men have produced some of the toughest and most resilient warriors and leaders. Men and women.”
“Back up to the part about me BEING PREGNANT!!!? LARAMIE?!”
“Cam… I’m sorry. I'm so, so sorry. We should have used protection. I know we should have used protection, but I couldn’t wait. And the one time I suggested in Greece I found a rubber you said you didn’t care… That you wanted it raw… And I was so horny...”
Cam recalls the night distinctly. He didn’t want any synthetic material between Laramie’s cock and his insides. Cam wanted unencumbered contact with the shifter. If Laramie’s cock was a little more manageable, Cam would’ve told Laramie to use his dragon spit inside of sticky, gross lubricant on his hole.
Cam’s stomach drops… Panic blankets his mind, his vision is tunneled. Mind spinning.
“Wh– Why didn’t you te– tell me men could get pregnant by shifters, Laramie?” Cam asks. “This is some– something you should have mentioned…”
“I didn't want to freak you out, Cam… before we got to know each other better. I didn’t want to scare you away… I wouldn’t have told you about the whole dragon thing if you hadn’t stumbled off my roof. Although I’m happy it happened that way,” he says, holding back sobs, half-grinning. “If you hadn’t fallen, I don’t think we’d be here now.” Laramie glances at Cameron’s stomach.
The shifter is chipping away at Cameron Leto’s being. The singer can’t help it… He’s fallen in love with Laramie. He fell in love with him before Greece, Cam thinks. He hasn’t been sure about Laramie’s feelings though; the shifter doesn’t blurt out whatever is on his mind (like Cam does) and is definitely more guarded with his emotions. Now Laramie’s almost crying and basically confessing his love to Cameron… He can’t hold his emotions back they are so powerful, and his forthrightness makes Cameron weep like an infant. Laramie hugs him.
“Honey, honey. Cam. I know this is all so crazy... I know you must feel like you’re in a dream or a nightmare or something. But men have been giving birth for just as long as women,” he says. “I will make sure you have the very best care, too. You aren’t going to die… Your life is not over… No one in the world will ever know you’ve been pregnant and birthed a child either,” he says. “I’m just trying
to calm you down a little, boo bear.”
Cam takes deep breaths. He touches his abdomen again, but instead of interpreting the heaviness in his belly as pain or discomfort, Cameron Leto thinks of the seed as the epitome of Life itself, in all its glory and beauty and suffering and inspiration. Laramie places his hand atop Cam’s hand resting on the slight curve of his abdomen. He embraces Cam, who breaks down again.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” says Cam.
“Me neither…” says Laramie. “And I’m over three-hundred years old. But you know what?”
“What?”
“I know we can do it. Together.”
They look down at Cam’s stomach again. Now, Cameron Leto feels light as air. His heart pumps with sweet, unexpected wonder and exhilaration and surprisingly, thankfulness. He can’t remember the last time he felt thankful.
“Nine months,” says Cam. “We can figure something out by then.”
Laramie shies away and Cam notices. “I’m just gonna keep the surprises coming all at once,” says Laramie. “Just keep you shocked instead of it coming in waves, honey… But the gesticulation period for a dragon shifter child is not nine months. It’s five weeks.”
Laramie broke a sleeping pill in half, feeding it to Cameron so he could relax and hopefully get a few hours sleep. They hold each other all night long, both of them drifting in and out of restless, troubled bouts of sleep.
At dawn, Cam rolls over. He shakes Laramie awake.
“This is a lot to process,” Cam says.
“I know baby. I know.”
“What are we gonna do? Where should we go…? So no one sees me?”
“I already know where we are going…”
Cameron sits up. “More surprises?” he inquires gravely. Cam doesn’t think he can mentally accommodate any more bewilderment.
“We’re going to the Dolomites,” Laramie says. “Italy. My grandfather has already beckoned me.. He has learned about the pregnancy.”
“How…? You didn’t tell him..?”
“No. Of course not! I haven’t been back in six decades remember? Last time my grandfather Ok’ron and I spoke, things didn’t end on… positive terms,” says Laramie. Cameron doesn’t ask any more questions because Laramie seems genuinely disturbed by the memory.
“Cameron… Our child is the heir to Ok’Ron’s throne. Of course he senses the insemination… Of course he senses a threat…”
“Is that why you don’t live in the Dolomites?” asks Cam. Laramie looks down, ignoring him.
“Listen Cameron. I’m gonna reserve our jet when I get to work, and we’re gonna leave tonight. I hope that’s okay.”
Cam says nothing.
“I want some shifter medical staff to do some tests and check your vitals. We will be comfortable in the Dolomites. I have a place,” he says. “You just gotta work out your disappearance from Los Angeles with like, your agent and whomever else.”
“No I don’t,” says Cameron. “I gotta cancel a few shows, but I don’t need to tell anyone anything, Laramie. You and this… baby. You and this baby are where my only loyalties lie. That’s all I care about.”
Laramie kisses Cameron. “Can I tell you something?” the shifter asks. Cam nods his head.
“I’m in love with you, Cameron Leto. I’m so scared to return to Italy,” he says. “So I have to tell you before. I love you and our kid with everything I got.”
Cam slept for most of the flight, which was a welcome change from the last few days. It’s almost as if the baby knew it was making a pilgrimage to its biological roots, settling down and permitting his father a few hours rest as they crossed the Atlantic.
From the airport, Cameron and Laramie take an uncomfortable, two-hour bus ride to the western edge of the mountain range. Laramie wears large sunglasses, baggy clothes and a flat-brimmed baseball cap to conceal his identity. They pass a thousand vineyards as they weave through the picturesque, countryside towns and over the hilly, worn roads. Cameron is inspired by Italy’s beauty and culture; he feels proud his son’s ancestors called such a magical place home. Laramie is mostly anxious, jittery and seemingly terrified.
When they disembark the bus with their modest bags, Laramie turns to Cameron and kisses him.
“I’m sorry... I am trying to keep it together,” he says.
Cam rubs his shifter’s back. “Honey. We will get through this. Whatever happened... Maybe we can make some progress.” Laramie flinches, which sends waves of panic through Cam’s body. He wonders if he should be worried about his baby’s life…
“This is really gonna suck and be uncomfortable, Cam,” he says. “But you can only get to where we live in dragon form. You’re gonna have to ride me. I promise it isn’t far.”
“That’s fine – the baby’s been a lot more relaxed since we left the U.S. I can handle it,” Cam replies. They walk behind a ridge. Laramie kisses Cameron again before shifting. His hazel dragon eyes are pierced with a majestic uneasiness and sense of despair that split open Cameron’s heart. He climbs on Laramie’s back, wiping back tears.
And they’re off. Within ten minutes, as they are gliding alongside a random mountain’s façade, Laramie looks back at Cameron, who understands the meaning. Sans words he says “Hold the fuck on, honeybun.” Cam braces his body between Laramie’s spikes and in one fell swoop, the dragon turns on its side, flying horizontally before seamlessly gliding through a jagged crack in the mountainside. The manuever is over before Cam even realizes.
Now they fly above an enormous, open crevasse; Cam is surprised to learn the mountain is entirely hallowed. Thousands of dragons meander on the rock floor, all looking up at Laramie. A very large, worn, vermillion-colored and savage-looking dragon sits atop a strange helm on one side of the crevasse looking up at them as well. Laramie lands in front of that dragon, carefully bending his neck so Cameron can jump down without incident. Laramie shifts back to human form. This prompts the dragon at the helm (who Cam assumes is Laramie’s grandfather, Ok’Ron) as well as all the other dragons to transform.
“Why do you shift?!” the frail, white-haired man at the helm demands of Laramie. “We are in our domain.”
“Out of respect for Cameron… So he hears everything,” says Laramie. “Grandfather, this is Cameron Leto. He’s a famous singer in the human world. He’s the one carrying your grandchild.”
“Well I figured that.”
Silence.
“It’s nice to meet–” starts Cam, but Ok’Ron cuts him off.
“You have some chutzpah showing up here,” he says to Laramie.
“My decision hasn’t changed,” says Laramie.
“Even as I grow weaker?”
Laramie says nothing. “Power isn’t everything,” he murmurs after a moment.
“Don’t you care about your kind?”
“Of course I do! Again, how could you ever accuse me of such!!? Just like sixty years ago… I just don’t want to rule them.”
“It’s your birthright,” his grandfather says with deep, impenetrable sadness.
“It’s the 21st century, Ok’Ron!!” yells Laramie. “You CHOOSE your birthright now. I don’t want to lead the shifters. It is not my destiny, even if it was written out for me before I was born!!”
Silence.
Cameron digests this information, trying to figure out what’s going on.
“Can’t you be happy?” pleads Laramie. “This child and I don’t want to topple you. You will live out your time left on this Earth at the helm. These aren’t the ancient days, grandfather… There doesn’t need to be bloodshed left and right.”
Laramie’s grandfather looks past them, past his people. Something about his gaze signals to Cam that a part of Ok’Ron laments the ancient days. This interminable gap between Ok’Ron and his grandson is because of this changing, globalized world, Cam senses. New ideas and fresh perspectives about one’s purpose on Earth, about duties in life and loyalties and philosophies.
Cam steps up.
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br /> “Ok’Ron,” Cam says. “Your grandson is an extraordinary man. I don’t really know what happened between you two… But he’s amazingly successful in the human world, and that’s not even what I want to emphasize. In a vast sea of egotism and hatefulness and deceit, Laramie is a bright star shining above it all. Ok’Ron, sir, your grandson saved me. He rescued me. I love him and this child with my entire being, sir. I know he will be an excellent father, too.” Cam hears sniffles from Laramie. He holds his hand.
“I’m sorry that he doesn’t want to take his birthright… But that doesn’t mean Laramie’s a weak or evil person. Actually he’s kind and generous and remarkable, and I’m honored to be his partner every day.”
Laramie is sobbing. He whispers, “I love you, too Cameron Leto.” Cam hears a bustle behind them. Other shifters start yelling.
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