Chapter Nine

Jean-Paul’s whole body was on fire. He wanted to devour the big man in his arms, but he also wanted to cherish him, to coddle and treasure him. He didn’t know where to start, so he let Cam lead the way, giving in to the wild kisses he was raining down on his cheeks, the place where his neck met his shoulders, the hollow of his throat. He hissed when Cam slid his tongue down the length of his neck and bit him lightly on the tendon in his throat. He licked his Adam’s apple, and Jean-Paul swallowed convulsively.

“You are driving me crazy, Camden,” he whispered against his lips before nipping the bottom one. “I have not been with anyone in years.”

“Worried you’ll cum too soon?” Cam reached down to stroke his cock through his jeans.

He groaned and pushed into his cupped palm. “I am not a young man anymore.”

Cam pulled on his cock and released a sexy moan, raising Jean-Paul’s blood pressure. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’m not a young man, either. But we’re certainly not old. We’ll crash together, hmm?”

Jean-Paul kissed him in answer. He let Cam pull him over to the bed and let himself be pushed back. He fell back and bounced and Cam came down over him, kissing him over and over as he pushed his hands up under his shirt.

“Mmm, your hands feel so good on me.”

Jean-Paul smiled into Cam’s neck and rolled his cock up against Cam’s again.

“Yessss! Just like that!” Cam’s hips came down on his, rolling in hard to bring their cocks impossibly closer. “Fuck! I love playing with you.”

Jean-Paul didn’t bother to answer him. He just flipped him over so he was lying on top, and pressed kisses into Cam’s skin, on his cheeks, his chin, the tip of his nose, his earlobes, everywhere but his lips, until Cam was groaning and pulling his mouth back up to take what he wanted. The spark of lust became an open flame between them, and Jean-Paul was suddenly too hot to stay clothed.

“Trop de vêtements,” he growled, reaching up to rip his shirt off, and dragging Cam’s tank top over his head.

The feeling of Cam’s naked chest against his was exquisite. He leaned in for a kiss, then moved far enough away that he could run his hand over Cam’s chest, with the dog tags nestled among the hairs, and over his abdomen, loving the way the silky blonde hairs felt on his palm. He stroked him there, slipping his palm down to follow the happy trail that disappeared under the waistband of Cam’s sweats. Sliding half off him, so his hands would be at a more comfortable angle for playing, he slid it beneath the elasticized band and found naked flesh.

Cam was freeballing under the pants, and the thought that he had come out to the kitchen commando made Jean-Paul so hard he ached. He groaned as he palmed Cam’s heavy cock and stroked it. It was thick and veined and his hand just managed to encircle it. How would it feel inside him? The thought fired his already inflamed imagination and he gripped him harder and pumped him, sliding his thumb over the leaking head. Cam’s hiss and subsequent moan were the best endorsement he could get that he was doing all the right things.

“Still too many clothes,” Cam groaned, reaching between them down to the waistband of his jeans. “We need to get rid of this.”

He ripped his mouth away from Jean-Paul’s kiss to push him off and onto his back, so he could unbutton him and push the pants down his legs. Jean-Paul raised his hips, happy to give him everything he wanted, and kicked off the jeans, wondering why Cam hadn’t pushed off his boxers at the same time. And then he felt the sharp snap of elastic against his lower abdomen. The sting made him groan as Cam did it again.

“Merde!”

He tried to control himself as Cam slid down his body and slapped him lightly with the waistband of his underwear one more time before lowering it gently over his straining cock, leaving it just below his balls so he could lean in and lick him.

“Camden!” He cried out his name in an agony of want and need. “Please!”

Cam’s tongue was making curlicues on his cockhead, and as he slid the boxers the rest of the way down, he kept licking him and sucking just the tip into his mouth. Cam dragged his boxers off and slid up in a rush, pressing his own huge dick against Jean-Paul’s thigh. That wouldn’t do. It wouldn’t do at all. He wanted that cock riding his. He wanted that precum smoothing the way for them to get each other off. He wanted that cock in his mouth. Oh, mon Dieu, he wanted everything he had been denying himself.

“We’re not gonna last,” Cam said breathlessly, releasing his cock with a pop of sound.

Jean-Paul chuckled. “Speak for yourself, old man!” He wanted to tease the man driving him crazy with his mouth and hands.

So Cam bit his earlobe in punishment. He groaned with pleasure. “Takes one to know one.”

His whisper was husky and growly...how was that even possible? He had no brain cells for thinking about that as Cam was sliding his finger down his taint to his hole, lubricating his way in with the precum that was flowing freely from his tip. Jean-Paul arched his back, helping Cam ease his way in, and then couldn’t stop the moan when the invading digit pierced his hole with stinging sweetness.

“Fuuuuck!” The word was ripped from his throat in an agony of satisfaction.

Cam chuckled, clearly delighted with his response to his attentions. “You make that cuss word sound even dirtier with that accent,” he informed him, scraping his outie belly button with his teeth.

Jean-Paul gasped when he licked him there and sucked the little nub into his mouth. Cam was going to kill him with play. He could tell that any sex with him would be all about the foreplay before the main event. And right this second, he couldn’t muster the brain cells to think about why he loved the idea so much. He needed to concentrate on...the feel of Cam’s finger sliding in and out of him loosened what little control he had left over his mind and he just basked in the joy of his touch and the sweet agony of arousal on the edge.

Too soon, Cam’s finger disappeared from his ass and Jean-Paul whined in complaint.

“Where are you going?” Even he could hear how pronounced his French accent had become.

“Nowhere.”

Cam stood up just enough to push his sweats all the way down and kicked them away before sliding back up Jean-Paul’s body, lining up their cocks and grinding into him hard. They both groaned and slid into each other again and again, kissing each other ravenously as they rubbed themselves off on each other. Jean-Paul reached for Cam’s hand, twining their fingers together and pulling them out to the side, rearing up to thrust against him. Their breathing quickened, their heart rates raced in time to the other’s beats, and soon they were gasping out their first orgasms together, their faces in the hollow between neck and shoulder.

Jean-Paul’s whole body shook with the force of his release, and he was glad he had decided to hold Cam’s hands. They grounded him, and kept him tied to something solid. As the waves of fiery release washed over him, he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could barely remember to catch his breath. Little ripples of sensation still flowed through him as Cam kept rolling his hips, wringing the last of their orgasms from their sensitive cocks.

Still panting lightly, Jean-Paul rolled Cam until they were side by side and then he rolled to his back, feeling the bed move as Cam did the same. He pressed his forearm over his eyes as the enormity of what he had just done, what he had allowed to happen, swamped him. Was this the wisest thing he could have done at this point, with five months left in the States? Probably not. Was he having second thoughts after the fact? Definitely. Would he admit as much to Cam? Never in a million years.

“I can almost hear you thinking too much.”

Cam’s voice interrupted his internal monologue, and he sighed quietly and rolled over to get off the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“We should clean up.”

He felt like a heel for trying to escape, but he didn’t know how to process the thoughts winging though his head, or the emotions that had left him feeling raw and overexposed. He had never had a committed sexual relationship with anyone, but neither had he ever had casual sex that felt as weighted as this felt. He had never cared for his sexual partners beyond their ability to satisfy his sexual needs. And none had stayed beyond a couple of hookups before each man had had his fill of the other.

He was very much afraid that he had not had his fill of Cam.

“There’s a shower in here. Clean up with me. In here.”

Something primal in him responded with a thrill to the command in Cam’s voice. Bossy Cam was a turn on that he had not anticipated. Truth be told, he had never been much for that kink. What would sex be like with Cam telling him what to do? Kind of like the platoon sergeant he had once compared him to, screaming orders at the poor recruits. The thought sent an odd thrill rolling through him, and he shivered.

He turned and watched Cam roll off the bed and stalk into the en suite bathroom, not looking back to see whether or not he was following him in. What would happen if he didn’t go after him? How would the evening end? Cam was here for two more nights...how awkward would things get if he backed away now? He walked after him, telling himself that it was better to give in now and keep the peace. He didn’t have to have sex with him again. He could handle a one-off.

The lie lasted only as long as it took to see Cam standing under the shower, his hands sliding over his lightly-furred belly, with the blond hairs that got darker when they were wet, down to his cock. Jean-Paul watched him palm it and stroke, and he swallowed the saliva that had begun to gather in his mouth. Cam looked up, dark eyes holding his gaze, refusing to let him escape, and any idea he had had of ending it after the shower died a sudden death. Cam’s question sealed his fate.

“Water’s ready...what are you waiting for?”

Cam held the shower door open for him, and once Jean-Paul was under the spray, he reached for the shampoo and body wash and began to wash him, starting with his hair.

“Turn around.”

Cam’s voice was husky, and Jean-Paul wondered how turned on he was. Cam’s hands were making him shiver with a renewed need to be close to him. He didn’t think he would be ready any time soon for a second round, but the way his heartbeat was increasing meant his mind was ready, even if his body was lagging behind. He turned, and reveled in the feeling of Cam’s hands on his head as he pulled it down so he could rinse the hair thoroughly.

“My turn,” Jean-Paul said, taking the soap from him and returning the favor. Cam’s hair was darker than its usual golden blond when it was wet, and it fell through his fingers like heavy silk. He played in it, washing it thoroughly, adding a second soaping so he could play some more. And then he reached for the conditioner and when Cam looked up at him in surprise, water dripping from his long eyelashes, Jean-Paul smiled.

“You must take good care of these lovely tresses.” Cam smirked and Jean-Paul leaned in to nip his full lower lip before adding, “I have been wanting to play in your hair since the first time we met all those months ago. Now I can.”

He leaned in again and kissed his lips under the fall of water. Cam opened for him at once and they kissed feverishly, all the while Jean-Paul massaging the conditioner into his scalp. Then he rinsed it out, pushing it off Cam’s face when he hung his head, and then cupping his cheeks and raising his face to kiss him again. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on him, but he was unable to stop himself from continuing to indulge in it.

They washed each other, with Cam on his knees before him stalling on his feet for a long moment, his fingers between Jean-Paul’s toes a torture he would gladly endure every day. He could feel his cock plumping back to life as Cam slid his fingers between and under them. When he lifted his hand, palm up, Jean-Paul squeezed more soap into it and stood grasping the slippery bottle as if his life depended on it while Cam unmanned him with firm strokes up his legs, around to the insides of his thighs, and under his testicles. He groaned when Cam held them, separating them with trembling fingers and cleaning the skin as he played with them.

“No more teasing, Camden, je t’en prie!” Cam’s wicked hands had reduced him to begging.

Cam answered by cuddling his sac as though they contained stress balls, rolling them around in his big hand, kissing his way up Jean-Paul’s thighs till he got to them and then taking each in his mouth. Jean-Paul hissed and then gasped as he scraped them with his teeth before swallowing his cock, which had got its second wind and was waving at Cam like a flag in a stiff breeze.

“Oh, la vache!”

Cam smiled around his cock and then went back to sucking on him as if he were a lollipop. Jean-Paul couldn’t take his eyes off the man on his knees before him swallowing him down to his balls, deep-throating him and driving him insane.

“Camden! Je vais jouir.”

His gasped warning was ignored as Cam seemed to redouble his efforts to make him lose his mind. He locked his knees, trying to hold on to what little control he had left. His hands scrabbled on the tiled wall behind him, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Needing to cum and wishing he could live in this moment of supreme arousal forever. It was exquisite and gorgeous and hot as hell.

“Cum for me, then. I’ve got you, Jean-Paul. I’ve got you,” Cam released him long enough to say, and then he took him in to the back of his throat again.

He let go then, cumming with a loud shout, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into Cam’s mouth, feeling him swallow around the head of his dick. It was so good it almost hurt and he pulled away a little, trembling so hard he slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Cam reached up and shut the shower off and then kissed him till he was calm.

Still panting a little, he cupped his lover’s face and whispered, “Tu me rends fou.”

Cam leaned in and kissed him again, hard, and then stood up and pulled him up with him. “Good! You drive me crazy, too. Let’s finish up. I’m hungry.”

As if to verify his assertion, his stomach growled. Jean-Paul laughed as they resumed washing themselves, each being careful to avoid touching his cock. Cam had batted his hand away when Jean-Paul had reached for him.

“I can wait. It’ll be better later,” he’d said, leaning in to whisper against his lips. “Thank you, though. Just...hold that thought, okay?”

Back in the bedroom, they dressed again, and Jean-Paul watched Cam begin to straighten the bed linen with an amused smirk. His lover was a little bit OCD it seemed, though he supposed a man who’d been in the military for twenty years might be expected to be that way.

“I’ll just go and get something ready for us to eat,” he said, slipping out of the room as Cam put the finishing touches to the bed, which had miraculously not been stained with cum.

The steaks had thankfully not dried out, but he shut off the heat anyway, and made a quick salad. He could hear Cam in the dining room, and after a moment he appeared in the kitchen, fetching cutlery and glasses.

“Steak knives,” he told him and Cam replaced the regular dinner knives before heading back to the dining room also carrying the salad with him.

They sat down to a much simpler meal than the one Jean-Paul had originally planned, but Cam complimented him on the steak’s juicy doneness, adding,

“You can cook my steak any time.”

The wink he sent Jean-Paul made the comment seem much dirtier than he probably meant it to be. At least he thought so until he saw the mischievous gleam in Cam’s eyes. He laughed. He would never have known that after-sex dinner and conversation could be so relaxed and playful. His hookups had never stayed around long enough to play. Neither he nor they had wanted that. Once the need was met, they parted ways. It was almost like a set of business transactions, except no money exchanged hands. What was exchanged was a clear understanding of boundaries...as long as none were crossed, all would be well. And he had never had a pity hookup, which he was worried that this might have been.

Still, he felt a new reluctance to part ways with Cam. His skin itched when he thought of never feeling Cam’s hands on him again, of never hearing that deep voice or that raspy laugh. He liked their conversation, and even their silences put him at ease. He didn’t want to let go of any of it...which is why he should never have started down this road. Because now it seemed he was hooked, like a druggie who would soon be needing his next fix.

“Earth to Jean-Paul. Come in, Jean-Paul.”

Cam’s fingers snapping in front of his eyes brought him back to the table and the ridiculous words Cam had just uttered. Ridiculous, but accurate nonetheless. And you are being a poor host. Jean-Paul controlled the heat that was trying to spread across his cheekbones and apologized, though he gave no explanation for his distraction. Instead, he asked a question whose answer he needed to know.

“When are you going to leave?”

Cam’s eyes held his for a long moment before he looked down to cut into his steak as he answered.

“I’ll change the ticket from Saturday morning until Monday morning. Is that okay?”

He looked up again, his fork poised over the plate, waiting for an answer.

“It is perfect,” he told him. “We can take in some museums and the zoo before you go, and go out for a proper dinner on Sunday night.”

Cam’s smile made his heart skip a beat. “I’d like that a lot.”

They finished the meal in companionable silence, and did the washing up as they had done before, then went out to the balcony to finish the bottle of wine. Jean-Paul felt more relaxed than he had in... forever, it felt like. He still had a pleasant buzz from two unexpectedly strong orgasms, and the spark of his attraction to the man sitting across from him was even stronger than before. He let himself enjoy watching Cam swallow more wine, lick his lips, and turn knowing eyes to his face.

“What are you thinking?” he asked him. There was so much about the American he didn’t know, so much he wanted to know.

“I’m thinking that you’re a very private man,” Cam said. “That you hide your true self away behind cool aloofness. That I like the man you hide from the world a whole lot more.” He paused, his eyes assessing. “And I’m thinking you must have deep secrets to hide that keep you from being your true self in the public eye.”

Jean-Paul wanted to look away. He wanted to deny that anything Cam had said was true. But he knew he had given the other man an opening when he had let him bring him to orgasm twice in an hour. It wasn’t a door he could close at this point without sending mixed messages, and probably losing the accord they had begun to build. Sex always complicated things, even pity sex. He knew that, and now that it had, he couldn’t and wouldn’t shy away from whatever new path his feet were set on. He inhaled deeply, took a deep swallow of wine, and said, “They are painful secrets, mon ami.”

It was time to share more of himself with Cam. He didn’t know how far he could go before the need to remain above the hurt would shut him down. But he would give it his best shot. He had to begin somewhere. The balcony of his apartment on a warm August night in the US capital was as good a place as any to start.