Page 40 of Curious Cameron
"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I-I didn't marry you to fuck you. You gotta believe me, okay? I didn't plot it out. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I'm not your friend…I'm a goddamn monster."
All the worries and fears I've ever felt about our fake marriage and screwing around pour out and drown me.
"You're so good, Cam. And me? I'm bad."
"No, no, no. Don't talk about my husband like that." Cameron tries to joke, but neither of us laughs. "Please, Trev. You're not bad, okay?"
I shake my head, blinking wetness out of my eyes. Cameron is still talking, but I can't hear him. I try to pull away again and almost manage to get away. Only to find myself pinned in place as Cameron crawls directly into my lap and drops his full body weight into my lap.
"Stop, Trev. Please. Listen to me?"
He takes my hand and puts it over his hip. Right where I bruised him last night.
"Okay," I take a deep breath and go to wipe my face with my other hand, but Cameron's already there. His lips and mouth and goddamn tongue. He not only kisses my tears away, but helicks them. Those kitten-like swipes of his tongue. I close my eyes and shudder with relief.
Cameron pulls back enough to meet my eyes. Face to face. There's no height difference between us now. We look at each other as equals.
"Last night was amazing. Everything with you has been amazing, Trev. I never…I never thought I could have this before. I never knew this was something I could have. Not until you took me in and showed me it was possible. And helped me learn that I deserve it."
I look deep into Cameron's bright eyes. They're shining, but not with tears. They shine with happiness. I've never seen Cameron like this. He even sounds different.
"This is real, Trev. What we have. It's real…and I want more of it."
Cameron presses his mouth against mine and grinds his boner into the tautness of my stomach. He kisses me, deep and desperate and full of want. It doesn't take me long to respond in kind. Cameron's confidence in what we've done makes me confident too.
I slip my tongue into his mouth. We kiss again and again, until we're both breathless and wear matching flushes on our faces. "Are you sure?" I ask him again, running my fingers through his mop of blond hair and cupping his cheek.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Let's be together…forrealreal this time. I love you, Trev."
He wants me too. He wants us to be anustoo.
"I love you too, Cam. I always have. I always will...should we exchange I dos again?" I joke, finding my humor again.
"I do," Cameron immediately says. Eager and obedient.
"I do," I repeat. True and faithful and full of so much love I think I might burst from it.
"And I do want you to fuck me again," Cameron whispers as he creeps his hand between us and finds my soft dick. Doesn't stay that way for long though. His small hands make quick work of that. "I want you to fuck me while we watch me hot twinking for you. Please, Trev, pretty please?”
"Well, when you ask like that," I chuckle. How can I deny him this? I turn the volume all the way up before hitting the play button on the screen of his phone…and reach over to the nightstand for our rings. I slide Cameron’s onto his hand and he does the same for me.
Maybe I'm not a monster after all. I'm just a man. A dominant. And a husband. Cameron's husband. The love between us was always real, but now the marriage is real too.
This is the first day of the rest of our lives together as husband.
And hot twink.
And nothing will ever part us.
Epilogue
Cameron
A few months later…
Summer refuses to let go.
The sun's out in full force, shining bright, and the air is thick with heat. It's so hot taking a walk outside feels more like a swim. But on our little happy lane, Julian's opened up his home as a paradise from the swelter with an end-of-the-summer get-together.
