“Oh, my god, stop it! If you make me laugh anymore, I think I’ll puke.” We sit on my sofa, laughing at the stupid jokes Cameron insists on spitting out so I’ll stop acting like an asshole, so says he. But after this morning, Cameron nearly getting hit by a car while running after the man he thought was the shooter, I just about had enough.
The bottles of whiskey in our hands are nearly empty. I’m seeing double, my mind is fuzzy, but for the first time in weeks, I’m smiling and laughing. This house has been so cold and quiet over that time that I nearly forgot what laughter could sound like.
Cameron stands up to stretch and wobbles, laughing as he tries to steady himself. But it’s no use and he falls back down, on the couch and on me.
I start laughing again while he tries to get up, but it’s no use. His upper body falls on my lap again and it shuts me up almost immediately. The second we started feeling warm, we threw most of our clothes off. Feeling Cameron’s warm skin crash against my own – the first contact with another human being in a long time – has me in the depressed state I’ve been living in.
“Naw, no more of that, Logie!” Cameron lightly pats my cheek with his hand. I can’t help but crack another smile.
“Logie?” My slurring speech matches his as I cock a curious eyebrow at him.
“Yes. No more depressed Logie. Camie insists on it.”
I guffaw, rolling my eyes, as he rolls around my lap in a fit of giggles. There’s something oddly comforting being here with Cameron and I start to relax.
“Uh oh, Logie! Someone’s sporting some wood!”
“If you would stop rolling all over me then maybe I wouldn’t get like this.” I give him a wink, not even caring about how it looks. I burst into another fit of giggles – giggles? – and I fail miserably at trying to squirm from underneath him.
“Like this?” He starts to squirm as I try to push him off me. But one tug from him and we both fall off the sofa and onto the floor, me on top of him.
I can’t help but stare into his eyes. Glassy, wide, and screaming at me to do something. Anything.
I lean down and close the last couple of inches that separate us. I let the alcohol fuel me as I attack Cameron’s mouth, devouring everything about him – his taste, his softness, and his own eagerness.
He pulls me into him, rolling his hips as he kisses me back with such fervor that I feel lightheaded and free, and not from the whiskey.
“Wait, Cam. Are you sure?” I pull back, looking into his hooded eyes and his swollen mouth. He answers me with a shit-eating grin and leans in.
“Fuck. Yes.”
His deep voice softly plays along my ear as he speaks, begging me for the one thing I’ve been craving for since that night. Between his pleading, the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, and my sudden lack of giving a shit, I stand up and grab his hand. I yank him up, his bare chest meeting my own and I snake my hands around his waist, giving in to him.
I tilt my head as I let him take control, peppering kisses along my jaw and throat. The throaty moan that comes from my mouth startles me but at the same time, I can’t help but melt into Cameron as he finds my mouth.
I back us into the wall with a small thud as we hurry, sloppily but in great need for something more. I let my emotions take over as I try to work off Cam’s briefs while I work on my own.
“Fuck! Strip them off, Cam.”
We break apart for a moment, tossing the last of our clothes aside, before finding our way back to one another, needy, greedy, and impatient.
I do my best to walk him down the hall, trying not to fall flat on my ass, or his, as we stagger our way to the guest bedroom. I may be giving him my body tonight but my bedroom is sacred and I won’t taint it with a one night tryst with Cam.
We make it through the door and I get tossed into the bed, bouncing slightly. I watch him crawl from the foot, looking at me like he’s ready to devour me. There’s something about the look in his eyes that makes me hesitate, though momentarily. I chalk it up to my initial resistance, nothing more.
Besides, I don’t have time to think about it because, in mere seconds, Cam’s hot mouth is on me, sucking me in quickly and down his throat. I buck my hips when he hums, the vibrations making me jump as the intense feeling shoots straight up my dick and into my whole body.
“Fuck, Cam. You keep doing that and this won’t last long.” I gasp for breath between words as he laughs around my dick, sucking me nearly dry until I pull him off.
I reach into the drawer and pull out the pack of condoms and the lube that we always had on hand, just in case. I throw them at Cameron and move back to the middle of the bed.
“On. Now.” I stroke myself as he makes a show out of putting it on. Slowly. Achingly slow. He makes his way to me and before I know it, he’s got my arms pinned to my side, devouring my mouth, taking my body hostage.
He releases an arm and after closing the cap on the lube, I feel him at my entrance. Cam slides a finger in and I already want more. His mouth doesn’t stop tasting every inch of me, like he’s trying to memorize every single thing about me.
“Come on, Cam, you do can do more than that. I can take much more than a finger.” I breathe out on a moan. He clamps down on my nipple, playing with the metal bar that’s pierced through it. He adds two more fingers inside me, fucking me until my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I whimper when he suddenly removes his fingers and his mouth is off my body.
“Hold on tight, Logan.” His eyes are almost feral as he stares me down. I fist the sheets around me as he pushes himself inside me to the hilt in just a few moves. The burn fills me, but I love it and the intense desire that quickly follows.
I can only lay there as he thrusts inside me, in and out until all my words and thoughts are incoherent and running together.
He isn’t making love to me. We aren’t bonding on an intimate level and there’s no passion behind his moves.
We’re fucking. Raw, animalistic, emotionless, fucking. Two people losing themselves in one another for the sole purpose of mutual gratification.
I grab his ass, pulling him into me as our mouths come together again. I feel my release building as Cameron drills into me over and over again. I grab my dick, stroking it until I scream out his name, spilling over us. I could care less about the mess I’m making as I stare at Cameron losing himself in me, wild and unyielding.
I feel his nails dig into my hips, riding out his own orgasm until he’s empty. He falls to my right as we pant, trying to catch our breaths.
I don’t remember much after he gets up to clean off but I drift off for a few hours until it feels like the whole world comes crashing down once more.