Page 28 of Curious Cameron
Besides, I couldn’t bear it if I came in his mouth and Cameron didn’t swallow. Being rejected like that…no. I can’t imagine it right now.
"Can I-I'm gonna come on your face?" All the wires in my brain are crossed. I don't know if I should ask permission or give the order.
Maybe it doesn't matter. Cameron is already nodding.
"Please."
He keeps his mouth open as he waits for me to ruin his pretty face.
I take myself in hand again and tug on my dick. Within a few seconds, it's over. I aim at Cameron's slack mouth and paint him with my pleasure. I let it all go in one final, definite act of dominance. Cameron's the pinnacle of perfect submission.
Sweet and obedient.
Perfectly willingly. Hungry for it.
My come drops down his chin and strings across his cheek. Like a kitten, his tongue darts out to clean up the come that's fallen across his bottom lip. He even swallows it. Me. He swallows the proof of the pleasure I got from using him.
It's too much. I can't let myself look anymore.
I might never want to let Cameron wear anything but my come ever again. I lean back and slouch against the wall. I let my head tilt back. Without looking, I turn on the shower and let it douse us both with a spray of warm water.
I should have known this new thing between us would get messy.
???
"Dude, come closer."
It's dark. And cold. Both are problems, but only one of those needs to be fixed right now. I reach across the cool empty space on the bed separating me from Cameron. It's a no man's land that doesn't need to exist. Never really did, to be honest. I know how Cameron seeks me out like a heat seeking missile in the dead of the night.
"What, like…like you want to cuddle?" I hear and vaguely see the faint outline of Cameron's body as he flops sides, turning to face me in the darkness.
A light chuckle rises in my throat. "Cam, you have my ring on your finger and you just had my dick in your mouth. Cuddling is one of the least gay things we do together."
Cameron huffs, but scoots toward me. "I told you, it's not the gay thing that bothers me."
"It bothers you a little," I counter as I reach out for him. I tug Cameron closer. Close enough that I can feel the press of his body heat and the scent of my shampoo in his freshly washed hair. After the blowjob, I made sure we were both soaped all over and washed up. "It's okay to feel whatever you feel."
I don't want him to pretend otherwise. No downplaying. No excuses. I want all of Cameron's emotions. Every thought. Every idea. There's nothing off-limits between us. Not when it comes to taking care of him.
Or at least that's what I tell myself.
"You know I worry too, right?" I admit. "I've felt weird about the shit I like too."
"Really?" Cameron asks. The word is so soft it's almost lost against his pillow.
"Yeah." My throat feels like sandpaper. I force myself to swallow before I continue. As I speak, I fling my arm behind my head and look up at the ceiling. "Sometimes I feel bad. I mean, I did call you all those nasty names. It'd make sense if you felt weird about any of that. Fuck, I'd understand if you hated me for it."
Cameron's quick to protest. "What? No way. I like it, Trev. I don't why. I just do."
You're submissive, I want to tell him, but I press my lips together to keep silent.
"It was really hot," he continues. His voice drops lower but remains true. "Especially the um end."
Cameron is way too cute.
I lick my lips while grinning at the drywall. "And when I came all over your face? That was okay with you too?"
"Y-yeah," Cameron answers. I can hear the blush in his voice. "Anyway, thanks. For tonight. And the other night too. I'm not weirded out by anything we've done. Or all the things you've said. But I was nervous. I wanted to make sure I could actually do it."
