Chapter Thirty-One

It was over in a flash, but it felt right for just that second. Cameron’s lips were damp from the water that had dripped from his hair, and he tasted like someone who’d been in a pool. Dax pulled away, looking at him in panic.

“Erm, I think that’s it for today,” Cameron said, he moved backward, indicating the steps. He was telling Dax to climb up them, and out of the pool.

Dax was sure that if it weren’t for the fact Cameron was looking after him, the therapist would get out, march to the changing rooms, pull on his clothes and screech away in the car. He couldn’t, though. He had to make sure that each step up that Dax took, his feet were planted steadily, and that he wouldn’t slip.

They were silent as they got out of the pool, as they walked to the changing room, as they collected their clothes, and as they dressed. Usually, Dax would shower after a swim, washing the chlorine from his body, but he wanted to get out of there as quickly as he could.

He pulled on his jeans with difficulty, gritting his teeth and wanting to scream with frustration. Not just because the denim was refusing to come up his thighs, but because he’d ruined everything. He’d been a fucking idiot to make a move on Cameron, and now everything was ruined. His therapy was going to come to an end. Cameron was going to ask him to leave. It was over.

If Cameron hadn’t been in the next cubicle, Dax would have punched the wall in frustration. Finally, his jeans were on, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He put on his socks and shoes and stepped outside. Cameron was waiting at the door for him, and they walked out in silence to the car. Cameron pressed the button to unlock it, and Dax climbed into the seat.

The ride home was made in silence, although Dax opened his mouth to speak at least once, before deciding against it. He was certain that more than once, Cameron did the same, but in the end, not a word was said.

When they got home, Cameron muttered something about checking the firewood in the barn behind the house, and he left Dax to get out of the car himself, something he’d been doing well for several weeks now. Dax walked morosely to the house, pushing open the front door, which Cameron didn’t bother to lock. He walked up the stairs, thought about having a hot bath, before remembering that he’d used all the hot water already that morning.

He sat on his bed, pulling his legs up, resting his head on the pillow and then lying flat, looking up at the ceiling. “You fucking idiot,” he said to himself. “You had to go and fuck everything up.”

His heart was heavy, and he was suddenly very homesick. He’d have given anything to be back home in the sunshine of California, maybe sitting out on the deck or even by the sea. Somewhere where everything didn’t feel so damn cold, even in the spring, and where he didn’t feel so helpless.

The swimming had left him tired, and were it not for the anxiety of having made a colossal error of judgment, he might have been feeling very nicely relaxed. However, as it was, he couldn’t sleep. He closed his eyes and focused on some breathing exercises, and was just allowing his mind to drift onto other things before the utter humiliation dragged him back to reality.

Gingerly, he sat up and kicked off his shoes and socks. He reached for his phone, although it wasn’t the usual time for him to turn it on. He was just about to press the button when there was a tap on the door.

Before he could answer, Cameron walked in, hands in his pockets, looking a little sheepish. “I just came to see if you wanted a cup of tea and some toast,” he said. “It’s important for you to keep your energy levels up after swimming.”

“I’m okay, thank you,” Dax replied. “I’m not thirsty.”

“Right,” Cameron said, but he didn’t move. He looked as though he wanted to say something, and the atmosphere was thick, the way it had been in the car. To Dax’s surprise, Cameron came over and sat beside him on the bed.

“I don’t want you to feel bad,” he began, but then stopped.

“It was wrong, and I’m sorry,” Dax said.

“No, it’s not that it’s wrong,” Cameron insisted. “You’ve not done anything wrong. And I’m flattered, really. But you’re a patient, and I’m treating you as a professional, and it wouldn’t be, well…”

He looked at Dax, and Dax stared at him. The air in the room had changed. It was now electric.

“Well, I guess it would be, um,” Cameron continued, before shaking his head. “Oh, fuck it.”

And he was the one who made the first move this time, and he leaned into Dax and kissed him, hard, on his mouth. Dax was in shock for a millisecond, before returning the kiss with vigor. Sparks practically flew between them as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths for the first time.

Dax didn’t want the kiss to end, but he was sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor and his back was twisted to the left in order to kiss Cameron, so he had to stop. He was scared that by stopping, Cameron would change his mind, so he shuffled back onto the bed and dragged Cameron with him, lying back and pulling the therapist on top of him. He yanked at his t-shirt, trying to pull it over Cameron’s head.

Cameron pulled away breathlessly, staring down at him for a second, as though checking himself, before kissing Dax once more, and pulling his own t-shirt over his head. Now, Dax could finally touch the beautiful body he’d been fantasizing about for weeks, and that he saw for the first time that morning, and had longed to touch it then.

His pecs were as firm as they looked, and Dax’s hands moved down his body, lower and lower. He was aiming for one place, and with haste he held Cameron’s bulge in the palm of his hand. At this, Cameron took his own hand and moved Dax’s away. Dax was confused. “Don’t you want me to?” he asked.

“I’m not the sort of guy who’s into quick fucks,” Cameron said, and he rolled away so he lay on his side beside Dax. “I’m sorry, but if that’s what you want, it’s not for me.”

Dax took a deep breath, running his tongue along his lower lip, still tasting Cameron there. “I’m so used to rushing everything,” he said. “Usually when I’m with a guy we have to hurry up and just do it, and then I’m out of here. Now, I’m restricted in a lot of ways.”

“Right.”

Dax shook his head. “I don’t mean it like that,” he said. “I just mean that I’m no good at this at all.”

Cameron smiled. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “You’ve certainly got me going.”

He sat up, reaching for his t-shirt, but Dax touched his arm. “Don’t leave,” he said softly. “Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“How to really make love to another man.”

He blushed as he said the words, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. Instead, the warm feeling that came from them surged up from his belly, and to his joy, Cameron tossed the t-shirt to one side again, and he lay back beside Dax, propping himself up on his elbow. “Kiss me,” he said. “But properly. Not like you’re just rushing to get from one place to the next.”

So Dax reached up, cupped the back of his head, and pulled Cameron close. This time, when their lips touched, Dax didn’t rush to plunge his tongue into Cameron’s mouth. Instead, their lips moved together, over one another, and when it was time for him to taste him, Dax gently ran his tongue over Cameron’s lips, searching for the other man’s tongue with his own.

His fingers ran over Cameron’s shoulders, his back and his chest, and he felt Cameron’s fingers moving up his own, stroking his belly. “Oh God,” Cameron breathed into his mouth. “When I saw you today it was so fucking hard to be professional.”

“You’re telling me,” Dax replied. “Why do you think I said I needed to take my watch off?”

They laughed gently, but the nerves between them were still there. Dax could feel the blood pounding in his ears. He pulled Cameron close once more, and this time, their kisses were sure, certain. Cameron felt good. So good, that Dax was already hard. His cock pressed against his jeans and was almost painful, and yet at the same time it was so good to finally kiss this man that he didn’t care. He embraced the pain as part of the thrill of kissing him for the first time.

Cameron was an incredible kisser. He was soft and gentle, but there was a surety in his lips, a firmness that showed Dax that he was serious. That he wanted this to happen, too. Dax wasn’t about to question it, to overthink it. It was just too good.

He stroked Cameron’s skin, smooth and pale, as though it had never been touched by the sun. His own skin was tanned from years of sitting by the pool, or at the beach, or under ultra-violet rods when there was a tour coming up and Grant said he looked too pasty. As he stroked, his fingers moved down Cameron’s back, feeling the definition of the muscles in his back.

He felt Cameron explore him, too, fingers moving down his stomach, making him shiver with delight. Now, the fingers moved even lower, going below the belt of his jeans. Dax groaned as Cameron cupped his cock, and he felt a moan in his mouth.

“I’m pretty sure if I told anyone in the world that right now, I was holding Dax Monroe’s cock, they’d say I was lying.”

Dax laughed. “I’d say you were teasing.”

Cameron took his hand away. “Is that better?”

But Dax gave a cry of frustration. “No!”

Now it was Cameron’s turn to laugh, and they kissed again, and this time, Cameron’s fingers didn’t stop exploring Dax. He pulled down the zip of Dax’s jeans, slid his hand into the gap, and brushed against Dax’s cock, getting closer and closer; the only thing between them now was the thin cotton of Dax’s very expensive underwear.

He was rock hard, straining against Cameron’s hand, and he held his face with both hands, breathing heavily. “I want you so much,” he said. “I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into my hospital room.”

There was a slight hesitation from Cameron at this point, and Dax knew that he was having a crisis of conscience, panicking at the knowledge that as far as patient/therapist boundaries go, they definitely crossed it. But Dax shook his head. “Right now, you’re not working for me. Don’t think about it. Think about how good this feels, how much you and I want this.”

To that, Cameron said nothing; instead, in response, he pulled down the lip of Dax’s underwear, and his cock sprung up against his stomach. Finally free, Dax groaned with joy, and his own fingers searched for Cameron’s fly. He pulled open the buttons, as there was no zip, and he felt how rock hard Cameron was, too. “I need you in my mouth,” he said, and Cameron groaned.

Dax tried to move, but he did so too quickly, and he felt a twinge in his back, telling him to stop and take it easy. He slammed his hand onto the mattress with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” Cameron’s voice was immediately full of concern.

“I’m so fucking tired of being unable to move,” he said. “All I want to do is pin you down and suck you until you come in my mouth, and I can’t.”

Cameron licked his lips, his breathing heavy. “I don’t mean to trivialize your pain right now, but hearing you say that, it’s pretty fucking hot.”

Dax stared at him. “Take off your underwear and get on top of me right now,” he ordered. “Get that dick in my mouth.”

Standing up on the floor, Cameron shucked off his jeans and boxers. Dax stared at him, naked for the first time in front of his eyes, and immediately he began to stroke his own cock. He couldn’t help it. Cameron had him so horny that it was impossible for him to concentrate on anything else.

Cameron knelt on the bed slowly, starting from the end of the bed and moving upwards, crawling like a leopard stalking its prey. He began to tug on the waist of Dax’s jeans, and Dax planted his elbows on the mattress and lifted his hips up for just a second, thanking God, or whoever was listening, for all the time he’d spent in the gym, working on his upper body strength, so that now he didn’t feel any pain in his back as he lifted himself up.

In a second, Cameron had pulled his jeans off and now the two of them were naked, but Cameron didn’t come up to Dax as Dax had instructed him; instead he stopped at Dax’s cock, lowered his head, and licked his lips. “I can’t resist,” he whispered, and Dax couldn’t scold him, because he watched as the hot Scot ran his hand up and down Dax’s cock, then took him in his mouth.

Dax could have wept with joy. He’d never felt such relief. Cameron’s mouth was hot and wet, and his cock basked in the depths as warm lips and tongue worked their magic. In his ecstasy, too, Dax was aware that there was no need to rush anything; there wasn’t a human being around for miles. Nobody was going to walk in and catch them. Nobody was going to jump in and take his photograph to sell to a paper. For the first time in his adult life, Dax could actually enjoy sex.

And there was plenty to enjoy. Cameron was incredible with his mouth. It had been so long for Dax that he’d have taken even a bad blow job, but this was taking him to another world. Once again, he knew it was because there was no desperation involved, no frantic rushing to come just so he could zip himself back up and get the hell out of there.

Still, it had been so long that Dax knew if he weren’t careful, then it would all be over far too soon. So he held onto a handful of Cameron’s curls and lifted his head up. “My turn,” he said. ”Get up here.”

Cameron seemed loath to leave, but he released Dax’s cock from his mouth, now wet and slick with precum, and he moved up to his face again. He kissed Dax, plunging his tongue into the star’s mouth, swirling it around and filling Dax with the glorious taste of his own dick.

He pulled Cameron up higher, and Cameron sat with one knee either side of his waist, moving up his body. Dax cupped his bare ass in his large hands, feeling it’s smoothness, its strength. He resisted the urge to pull the cheeks of Cameron’s ass apart and slip his finger in his hole. There was no need to be hasty. Besides, there was enough to keep him satisfied: Cameron’s dick was inches from his face.

It was long and slim, the head pink and glistening with precum. Dax’s mouth watered, and he moved his head up, but he wasn’t close enough. He looked up at Cameron. “Higher,” he said, and Cameron shuffled up. As he did so, Dax’s mouth opened, and Cameron drove his cock into the cavern, Dax’s flat tongue the perfect runway for the landing.

Dax’s lips closed over his cock, and he groaned with the pleasure of having another man inside his mouth. Cameron’s hips moved back and forth, doing most of the work, because Dax’s neck couldn’t move quickly enough. Chancing his arm, Dax paused, brought his finger to his mouth, and sucked it quickly. As he looked up at Cameron, he moved his hand around to Cameron’s ass, searching for his hole.

Cameron stared down at him, open-mouthed, his red curls falling down in front of his face, and he groaned as Dax found his asshole, tight and puckered, and as Dax continued to suck him, he swirled his finger around the rosebud, before pushing inside gently. He groaned loudly as he watched Cameron hold his own ass in both hands and pull the cheeks apart, so that Dax’s finger slid inside.

As Dax’s tongue swirled around the throbbing cock, his finger pressed against Cameron’s prostate, and Cameron cried out in ecstasy. Dax’s cock stood straight up, stiff and desperate to do what it had craved for so long. He pulled his finger out of Cameron’s ass and pushed him down his body. Cameron knew what was happening, and he worked up enough saliva in his mouth to drop a large glob on the tip of Dax’s cock, working it up and down, getting it wet.

Then he knelt over it, spread his legs, and guided Dax to his hole. Dax’s eyes were wide, and he watched in awe as Cameron slowly sat down on him, pushing his cock inside his ass. Cameron swallowed him slowly, and both men gave huge groans. Dax’s was with pure euphoria, Cameron’s edged with a certain amount of pain.

But the pain passed, and once Cameron had acclimatized himself to the invasion, he closed his eyes, threw back his head, and rocked on Dax’s cock. He gave a loud laughing yell of delight. “Fuck!” he cried. “That’s a fucking big cock!”

Dax moved his hips, and Cameron looked down at him, panting as he moved up and down. Dax could see his cock moving in and out of Cameron’s ass, could feel it clenching him with its tight muscles, and he was in heaven.

Cameron fell forward, his fists on the pillow, lowering his head to kiss Dax. “I’ve wanted you inside me for so long,” he whispered, and he began to pump his cock with one hand as Dax gripped his hips and fucked him. Both men knew they weren’t going to last for long, and Cameron was the first to cry out, tense, and grunt as his cock twitched violently, his balls clenching as he fired his seed all over Dax’s throat and chin.

He wriggled as the spasms of his climax almost seemed to take him by surprise, and Dax firmly held him down, burying his cock deep in Cameron’s ass. The muscles of his hole gripped Dax inside, and within a few seconds he was following suit, only his seed shot out into the hot depths of Cameron’s bowels. Both men groaned, the sweat between their skin holding them together, and Cameron lay on top of Dax, kissing him passionately, until their orgasms subsided.

Dax slid out from Cameron, feeling his own hot seed leaking out of the man kneeling above him, anointing him with the holiest of oils. He ran his hands up and down Cameron’s back as they kissed slowly, neither man quite sure that what they’d done had really happened.

It was late afternoon, and they lay together for a while, until both men fell asleep, exhausted.