Page 30 of Curious Cameron
Dinner is going to be perfect.
"You want a drink?" I hear Trevor offer as he welcomes Marlon inside. When Marlon asks what we have and Trevor lists it out, he doesn't sound too happy with the brand of beer Trevor drinks. Watery shit, Marlon jokes. I eavesdrop on the conversation while I stir the pasta and take another nibble to test its progress.
Almost ready.
Trevor takes the ribbing in stride and tells Marlon he has something harder out in the garage fridge.
A strange smell fills my nose.
The bread. Oh, fuck. I let out a frantic hiss as I throw open the oven door and fetch the bread. I curse as I set it aside. Not black, but still a deep brown. It looks crispy instead of soft and buttery.
I followed all of Julian's instructions…yet somehow I still managed to mess up.
My mouth twists into an ugly shape and tears spring into my eyes.
Marlon pops his head into the kitchen. "What's wrong in here?" he asks.
"I messed up." Again. I ruined dinner. Again. "I wanted everything to be perfect tonight but..."
I take a shaky breath and shut my eyes to fight off the tears as Marlon comes to my side. He turns off the oven and the stove. Both his touch and words are warm as his palm runs across my back. I barely know Marlon. It should be strange being touched and comforted by him, but I find myself put at ease by his presence.
It's so easy to look up at him and accept the reassurance he offers.
"What'd you mess up?" he grins. "The bread? Don't worry about it, son. Keep in mind, I spent more than half my life chowing down on MREs for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Anything beyond that is gourmet to me."
Marlon helps himself to one of the crispy pieces of bread. First, he slathers on another layer of butter. An unexpected laugh leaps out of my mouth.
"Tastes delicious to me." Marlon finishes the bread and then licks his lips. He presses his mouth close enough to my ear that it almost tickles. "It don't gotta be perfect, Cam. You don't gotta be perfect. All you have to do is be…good."
He rubs my back again and gestures to everything I've done in the kitchen.
"And this? You’re being very good for your husband...and dom."
The door to the garage opens and Trevor calls out. Marlon pats my head before he departs the kitchen, snagging another piece of bread on his way out. My face is hot. My stomach is doing somersaults. And my dick strains against my shorts.
I quickly wipe my face with the apron so Trevor won't notice the leftover tears on my cheeks. I don't want him to get overprotective and cancel tonight just because I had a little outburst.
I'm fine. No, more than that. I'm good. I'll be good tonight.
A hot twink and a good boy for both of them.
???
"So, how does this work?"
I stand in the middle of the living room, playing with the hem of my sweater as I look to Trevor and Marlon for guidance. Things might be about to heat up, but the AC is on full blast. I suppress a shiver, ignoring the gooseflesh spreading across my forearms.
And my hardening nipples.
"Should I um. Lay down or bend over or…?"
"Not so fast," Marlon chuckles while he claims a spot on the sofa, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm along the back. "We ain't gonna rush this. Not for a virgin like you."
If only Marlon knew how right he was regarding my V-card.
"Oh, okay." I stare at Marlon, but out of the corner of my eye, I watch Trevor go to the windows.
He closes the blinds and pulls the lacy blue curtains shut, blocking out the street lamps blinking on one by one. We're hidden from the prying eyes of any next-door neighbors. I might be about to bare it all to my best friend and his friend, but nobody else in the neighborhood will know what happens to me tonight. Trevor locks the front door too.
