Page 38 of Curious Cameron
Trevor talks as he bathes me. Washing me from head to toe. He even does my hair and all I can think about is how nice that I'll smell of his shampoo and conditioner and body wash again. All his. Trevor wraps me in the biggest towel we have and then helps me dress in my comfiest pair of pajamas.
He tucks me into bed.
Slowly, I start to come back down, but I'm still floating. I wrap the blankets around me tightly and snuggle with a pillow. Trevor only leaves me alone for a few minutes. He comes back bearing nuts and chocolate and a water bottle.
And a glass of grape soda.
"Thanks," I manage to say before I get started on snacking. And drinking. I'm just realizing how hungry and parched I was. Somehow I didn't notice before.
"No," Trevor clears his throat. "Thank you, Cam. Tonight was amazing. It was a lot, but it was…you were so good. Thank you for being so good for me. And good to me. I'm never gonna forget this."
While I eat and hydrate, Trevor rubs my back and runs his fingers through my damp but quickly drying hair. He keepstelling me how good I was and how much fun he had. Praise upon praise, compliment after compliment.
I'm not embarrassed at all anymore. I lap it up without shame. No doubt. No guilt. I let myself freely enjoy all the attention and care that Trevor dotes on me. Just as much as I enjoy being fucked. I smile at the thought. I'm confident and comfortable with everything that's happened tonight.
"Where's my phone?" I ask, blinking owlishly up at Trevor. He's stretched out on the bed with me, but he's lying on top of all the covers.
"Right here." Trevor hands me my phone. "Did you wanna delete everything? Sorry about that. We probably should have cleared that before things got all hot and heavy."
"No, I wanted to make sure it's saved." I smile up at Trevor before I look at my phone. I scroll through the photos and make sure the video is there. "Is Marlon still here?" I ask.
"No, he headed home."
"Oh. He won't think I was rude not to say goodbye?"
Trevor leans forward and presses a kiss across my forehead. "No, he understands. Get some sleep, Cam. You look tired."
I guess I might be. Though I don't feel sleepy. Still, I relax my body and let my mind drift as I stare off at…the window.
And the curtains. Blue curtains. Huh. I've never noticed before that the curtains in the bedroom match the curtains in the living room.
"Blue's my favorite color," I blurt out. The smile on my face grows into a grin. "You remembered."
Trevor's gotten out of bed to turn off the lights. I catch a quick peek at his wide-eyed flustered expression before the room sinks into shadow.
"What? Oh…uh. Yeah, of course I did." For the first time tonight, maybe the first time ever, Trevor flounders over his words. "I did it for you, Cam."
Bullshit. No, he didn't.
At least, Trevor didn't know what he was doing when he did it. It wasn't a choice, it was instinct. Trevor put up those blue curtains in the bedroom back when it was supposed to be onlyhisbedroom.
I can't stop smiling as Trevor gets back into bed.
He slides underneath the covers and I slide over to cuddle with him. I keep my mouth shut, but my eyes are wide open as I stare over at the window. A thin stripe of light pushes its way past the curtains. The glow of the street lamps outside slips into our bedroom and illuminates everything.
Trevor loves me.
And I love him.
I'm gay married to my gay best friend…and I'm gay for him.
Chapter 14
Trevor
I have a horrible nightmare. Something with slobbery teeth and tattered nails gets its paws on Cameron and refuses to let go. It pulls him down into pitch-black darkness and traps him there. I don't need to check under the bed for monsters going bump.
The monster is already there. Right in our bed.
