Page 27 of Aftermath

"No patience?" Austin smiled into the kiss he dropped on Cam's sternum. By now, Austin's fingers were dipping under the waistband of Cam's basketball shorts.

"Overrated," Cam grunted. He lifted his head and kissed the side of Austin's neck. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and it was as addictive as Austin himself. "Oh fuck, yeah." Cam collapsed down onto the pillow again as Austin finally fisted his hard cock. "Keep going." He reached down and squirmed his way out of his shorts and boxer briefs.

Once Cam was completely naked, Austin positioned himself on top of him, lining up his half-hard cock with Cam's throbbing one. They moaned. Austin stroked them both at a steady pace, all while he returned to kiss whatever spot on Cam's body he could reach. The man seemed to have a thing for Cam's ink, as he often lingered there.

There were words left unsaid between the men—Cam could feel it. But maybe they weren’t ready for that shit. Words sometimes complicated things.

"Don’t you use anything when you jerk off?" Austin asked, looking down between them. "Lotion or whatever."

Cam pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into Austin's hold. "Does it look like I need it?" That was for men who were cut. Grasping Austin's chin, Cam pulled him in for a hard kiss. They moved together, two cocks rubbing against one another in Austin's hand. "Yeah, that’s it." Cam moaned.

Austin was spreading a bead of pre-come over them, making the friction slicker and hotter. Next he let go completely, but before Cam could protest, Austin licked his palm and resumed jerking them.

Austin smirked and kissed Cam's jaw. "Better?"

"Yeah." Cam nodded, feeling his balls tightening. His abs tensed. A slow burn spread throughout his body, and he started to pant. "Fuck, Austin." That name went on a loop in his head as he got closer and closer to his climax. Goddamn, he was desperate to get off now.

Without warning, Cam went rigid. Heat shot down his spine toward his groin, and it felt like his balls were gonna explode. He came with a groan, soaking them in three, four streams. Austin gathered what he caught and used it as lube, prolonging Cam's orgasm by squeezing them together harder. Cam was nearly blinded by the white-hot fire that flashed before his eyes. Austin's passionate kisses and moans only made it better.

"Fuck!" Cam gasped as his body finally relaxed. He melted into the mattress, feeling like he was made out of jelly. "God…" He swallowed, his kisses lazy and messy. "You ready for more?" He could feel that Austin was hard again.

"No," Austin chuckled drowsily, collapsing next to him. "I'm not twenty anymore." He hummed and pulled Cam close, obviously not giving a shit about the cooling release between them. "Damn, I'm tired."

"Me too." And maybe Austin didn’t care about the mess, but Cam did. "I'll be right back."

He disappeared for a minute, then returned with a washcloth. He'd already wiped himself clean, and now he zeroed in on Austin's naked body. Shit, he really was a sight. He was more tan than Cam, and in the dim light of the living room, Austin's skin looked almost golden.

"Good service," Austin murmured, his smile more evident in his eyes than on his lips.

"Don’t get used to it." Cam laughed through his nose and shook his head. He finished and threw the washcloth in the laundry before getting back into bed. "By the way—" he stifled a yawn and slid under the blanket, into Austin's waiting arms "—if you wake up tomorrow regretting this, you know where the fucking door is."

He'd said it as a joke, but he felt the truth of the statement.

"You have nothing to worry about." Austin kissed him chastely, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and wrapped an arm around Cam's waist. "I promise."

Unfortunately, Cam wasn’t so sure. His mind was already spinning. While he knew Austin was still intoxicated, he wasn’t drunk off his ass. Austin had wanted this. But maybe he was under the influence enough to ignore the obvious consequences that were about to follow. Too many things had to be taken into consideration—or rather, people. Not things. Austin's wife. Riley. Then his and Cam's friendship.

Now, Cam wasn’t some nagging woman who had to overanalyze everything, but he did need to have his facts straight. Whatever had happened tonight couldn’t be taken lightly. It would change shit.

Cam fucking hated changes.

10

When Austin woke up the morning after, he'd expected to find Cam next to him. He'd also been ready to calm him down in case he attacked Austin like he had on the patio last week. But Cam wasn’t there. He was in the kitchen; Austin could hear pots and pans clanking together with unnecessary force. Cupboards, too. And there was the fridge door. Or freezer.

With a sigh, Austin rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t know what to think—what to feel—about last night, this week…hell, his life. It would be damn easy to push it all down and ignore it—for a while—but it couldn’t go on forever. Eventually, he'd have to figure out what he wanted.

Thinking about Jade didn’t help with his anger, although he didn’t really have a choice. Austin loathed the fact that he'd technically cheated on his own wife, but… He'd felt betrayed by her words; she'd basically given him an ultimatum. Then on the other hand, he didn’t know if he really cared anymore. About their marriage, abouther.

Because what had started out as craving comfort from Cam had morphed into an indescribable attraction.

Yesterday he hadn't been able to control himself. He'd thought about Cam too much, and then when he'd connected the dots between Brian and Cam…it had turned him into a jealous bastard who needed to mark his territory. He'd felt threatened.

He had no regrets whatsoever about last night, but he probably could've gone about it differently. Like when he had his shit together. Not when he was drunk, probably-or-maybe getting divorced, tired, confused, and weak.

Austin felt weak now, too. In fact, he felt like he could break down. It was all becoming too much. While half his mind was ready to shut down and become a robot, the other half of him was screaming. His breathing sped up. His head was swimming. He was slightly hungover. A headache began to settle in. He didn’t know what was going to happen today. He didn’t know what he had left.

There was no control.

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