Page 22 of Curious Cameron
"How thoughtful. He must be so pleased with you."
I hope so. I'm starting to realize I want to please Trevor more than anything, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to do what Julian does. He's like the perfect retro housewife but he's a proud gay man. And that could never be me.
Right?
I'm lost in a daze as Julian guides me through the last steps of getting the creamy tomato pasta ready. I can't help but wonder what doing all this would be like on my own. Cooking meals. Tidying up. Keeping things nice for Trevor so he doesn't have to worry about anything when he gets home.
It's not real…but what if it was?
As Julian directs me on how to cook the dish on the stovetop, the fantasy my neighbor projects is at odds with the reality of who I am.
If it was real, really real, I'd be a horrible house spouse.
Yet there is one redeeming angle to it. Maybe I can be good at the sex stuff…
Chapter 10
Trevor
"Honey, I'm home!" I call out with a shit-eating grin as I shut the door behind me. As expected, Cameron lets out a strangled-sounding guffaw. From the kitchen, it sounds like. I just knew that endearment would get to him.
Quickly and quietly, I step into the living room to drop off the present I got for Cameron. I can't wait to surprise him with it. I got him something much more special than soda. Though I got the soda too, of course.
"Holy shit, it smells amazing in here," I comment as I join him in the kitchen. Cameron stands at the stove, protectively bent over a skillet.
"I didn't make it." He sounds defensive about that. "Our neighbor, Julian, came over and helped me."
"What is it?" I ask, peering over Cameron's shoulder.
"Creamy tomato pasta?" He speaks slowly. Unsure. Like he's pronouncing words from a foreign language. Fucking adorable. I lick my lips. Dinner looks as good as it smells but everything about Cameron is even more appetizing. I step back, already sporting a semi, and set my mind to more practical tasks to get my mind out of the gutter.
"Good food and hard work is cause for celebration," I say, already opening the cupboard and pulling out some plates. "I'll set the table."
Cameron glances over at me. "I didn't do much, really. I just…did whatever Julian told me."
"Learning counts," I tell him with a grin. "I wanna hear all about it, but I'm gonna change out of my uniform before we eat."
While I set the table with plates, glasses, silverware, and napkins, Cameron experiments with a salad bowl. I pop upstairs to ditch my ACUs for a t-shirt and sweatpants. By the time I get back, Cameron's served up dinner onto both our plates. Pasta, salad, and bread wait for the taking.
He's also poured himself a glass of soda.
And cracked open a beer for me.
This is so…domestic.
Both my cock and my heart are stirring in strange ways. Tonight feels different. This feels real. Like we're more than just friends who screwed around. It's not pretend, not for me, but I know better than to broach that topic right now.
Best for Cameron if I continue to keep things slow and steady between us. Better for me too. It's selfish, but I love this. Getting to pretend, at least for a little while, that we aren't just married for the benefits.
That Cameron is my little husband at home.
That he's mine. All mine.
"Okay. Now, tell me all about your day." I pick up my fork with a smile so wide it hurts my cheeks.
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"Goddamn, that was good. And you said Julian left you the recipe?" I lean back in my chair and sigh, my belly full of good food and my mind sated from good conversation.
