Page 3 of Curious Cameron
"Our relationship, our marriage?" Trevor's eyes light up when he says that word, but his face stays serious. "It's nobody's business. I told everybody I know that I got lucky and I'm marrying my best friend. That's not a lie. So what if I gotta get my rocks off elsewhere?”
"That doesn't bother you?" I ask. "What if you meet somebody special? An actual gay dude that wants to be real married to you?"
Like our neighbors Marlon and Mikey, I think. Damn it. This is a conversation we should have had way before we eloped in a quickie Las Vegas ceremony.
Trevor's eyes crinkle and his lips pull up in a smile. He squeezes my shoulder gently. "That's not gonna happen, man. Look. I've been sparing you the full details of my sex life, but uh, I'm kind of a pump 'em and dump 'em champ. I don't date and I'm not looking to start up that white picket life."
I raise an eyebrow. "Trev…this house literally has a white picket fence."
He laughs. The sound is so joyful and full of warmth it almost feels like the air conditioner might have busted. I'm suddenly hot all over. My stomach clenches hard.
"That comes standard with all the family housing here on the base. Look, I'm being real with you, Cam. You're my best friend and you're the most important person in the whole world to me. If I wasn’t married to you, I wouldn’t be married to anyone."
Trevor's big brown eyes are full of sincerity as he looks down at me.
"Fuck what anyone else would think about us. What we have together…this is real to me. Is it real to you?"
I breathe deeply. I take it in and let it go. "Yeah," I croak out with a fast nod. "It's real."
Trevor gives both of my shoulders a rough squeeze and that's it. The big heart-to-heart is done.
"Did you take your meds today?"
My eyes widen. No, I didn't. "Uh. I forgot."
Again. I forgotagain.What's wrong with me? Why can't I ever get it together?
It's the ADHD, obviously. But that shouldn't be an excuse. Well, it's not an excuse. But learning not to blame myself as my default reaction is going to take time.
Trevor shakes his head at me, still smiling. "Well, too late now. Let's figure out some routine so you don't gotta remember. I'll handle dinner tonight. What are you in the mood for?”
There's no way I can decide that. "Uh, you pick."
Trevor grabs his car keys and then he's off. I peer out from the window, watching him drive away in his cherry red truck. While Trevor is gone, I try to do something useful with myself. I start to do the dishes, but after I do a few cups, I realize we left the curtain packaging all over the living room.
I dry my hands and make my way back there to pick it all up.
And then…well, it’s just one thing after another. I skip between chores around the house. A little bit of everything gets done, but nothing is completed.
By the time Trevor is back home, we still don't have any clean plates.
"Don't worry about it," Trevor says with his trademark laugh when I apologize for not finishing the dishes. "Let's just eat."
He got us a pizza for dinner.
And paper plates.
Chapter 2
Cameron
"How is it still so hot?" I whine while wiping a bead of sweat off my forehead.
"That's the southwest desert for you," Trevor says with a grin while tearing into a slice of pizza. "Best get used to it. You'll be melting during the day and freezing at night."
Armed with pizza stacked on paper plates and stainless steel tumblers filled with my favorite orange soda, Trevor and I take our dinner by the pool.
That's right. Our house has a pool. A real one.
