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"Well, I want that too." Cameron looks directly into my eyes now. He's still blushing, but his mouth is set into a determined line. "So long as you're the one to, uh, go first. I want you to be the one…topping me."
Well, I don't need to make him beg. If that's the type of experience Cameron wants for his first time, then that's what I'll give him.
"All right, Cam. Let's do it."
And I know exactly who to call to make our hot twink fantasy into reality…
Chapter 8
Cameron
"Does Marlon like Italian food?" I know we have a bag of penne somewhere. Where is it? I put Trevor on speakerphone so I have both hands free while scouting through every drawer and cupboard in the kitchen.
"He likes to eat," Trevor jokes with a chuckle. "Don't worry about it, Cam. I'll handle dinner. You can focus on uh, you know, preparing yourself."
He would have said that a lot ruder if he weren't at work. Even the implication behind Trevor's tactful words makes me blush.
"No," I argue, ignoring my flushed face and focusing on my frazzled search. "I want to cook for us. I'm going to cook tonight for me and you, to test it out and make sure I have this recipe figured out, and then I'll cook it again for all of us tomorrow."
Me.
Trevor.
And Marlon.
I'll be helpful and make a good dinner for them…then they'll be downright wicked while helping themselves to me.
"Fine, if that's really what you want to do, have at it. I'll be late tonight though so don't cook too early. Got this M915 being a real pain in my ass."
"What's that?" I finally find the penne hiding between a few bags of potato chips. Next time we go to the store, Trevor and I need to stock up on more food and less snacks. I might not be much of a chef, but I'll have plenty of time to learn. I can start cooking for us. With Trevor working, it's only fair I take over the bulk of household things, right?
So long as I keep taking my meds as directed, it won't be such a struggle to juggle taking care of myself and keeping up the house. Or at least that's what I tell myself. I know it'll be easier said than done, but I have to stay positive.
And keep myself distracted.
If I worry too much about the upcoming threesome then I might chicken out. Better to worry about dinner instead of worrying about what a real cock in my ass is going to feel like.
"It's a type of truck," Trevor explains, but that's not the type of horsepower rolling around in my head. Then he explains what exactly is wrong with it, but to be honest, it all sounds like gibberish to me.
I've never been much of a car guy. I don't even have my driver's license.
While Trevor talks about the whatcha-call-it being shot but that means a different thing-a-ma-jing needs to be replaced, I space out trying to find out where the marina sauce has gone.
"Did you eat breakfast?" The question takes me by surprise. I was only half-heartedly listening to Trevor's work talk while trying to figure out if marinara sauce and tomato paste are the same thing. No, it turns out.
"Er, no." I forgot. I saw Trevor off in the early hours of the morning and then went back to sleep. Slept-in. Showered anddressed, took my meds, and then got distracted by…something. I forgot that too. By the time Trevor called to check in on me, morning had given way to afternoon.
"Well, you won't skip lunch. Will you?" Trevor asks it like an order instead of like a question. Shit, when he gets like this…
"No. I'll eat something now."
"I gotta drive into town and pick something up before I head home. Do you need me to grab anything from the store?" he asks.
"No, we're good." At least, I think we are. I'll need to check again.
"Do youwantanything from the store?"
I can hear Trevor's stupid sexy smirk in his voice. All I can do is imagine him leaning back in his office chair with a cocky look on his big dumb handsome face. Damn it, he's only been gone for a few hours and I already miss him. He's right though. There is something I want from the store. I don't need it, but I do want it.
