The very idea made him want to moan, to cry out in pleasure, but the weight of Cort’s stare kept his teeth clamped and his throat closed.You want to make me happy, right?He really, reallydid.
Cam was only dimly aware of Cort pulling down his own underwear one-handed and jacking himself frantically. Tongues of flame were dancing up and down Cam’s spine. He wanted to grab Cort’s hair, wrap those long golden strands around his hands, but he forced himself to sink further against the wall and take it, over and over and over, accepting everything the way Cort wanted to give it tohim.
He was shocked he’d held out so long against thisonslaught.
But then Cort pulled away. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice like gravel while his hands still jerked them both. “Say you want me to ownyou.”
“C-Cort,” Cam whispered, his hips were bucking and he couldn’t control himself. He was close. So,soclose.
“Yes, baby. I’m right here. Say it. Sayplease.”
What? What the hell was he…Oh,right.
The very idea made Cam’s stomach flip. But they were only words, right? This was a game? He wouldn’t make this out to be more than it was, attach importance to something that wasn’t. It would change nothing. He could say it,and…
“I want it all,” he whispered. “I want you to own me.P-please.”
“Fuck, yes,” Cort growled, then he swallowed Cam down to the rootagain.
A small cry escaped from Cam’s throat then - a cry of absolute surrender. Surrender to this man and the incredible pleasure which was beyond anything he’d ever experiencedbefore.
“Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Cort!” he cried. He came in pulsing waves, and Cort drank it all down. Then Cort jacked himself off and spilled on the floor with a hoarse cry while Cam could only watch with wide, unfocusedeyes.
Jesus. Fucking.Christ.
Cort pulled up his boxers and swiped at the mess on the floor with a towel. Then flopping onto his ass, he pulled Cam down to straddle his lap. Cam buried his head in Cort’s neck, and the two of them remained sitting for a minute, or an hour, who the hell knew, while their breathing calmed and their pulsessteadied.
Two thoughts occurred to Cam, one immediately after the other. First, it was really freaking cold in here. And second, he wasnakedin apublicstairway, and literallyanyonecould come along and find them likethis.
He sucked in a breath and pushed himself up and off Cort’slap.
“So, fun time is over, hmm?” Cort asked. He shifted to lean his back against the wall and folded his arms over his chest, his legs still splayed out in front of him and still naked apart from the plain black boxers molded to his thighs. Cam looked away and began scrambling for hisclothes.
“I… it’s just, anyone could come and see. I don’t want to have to explain what we’re doing here,” Cam said. And wasn’tthatthe damn truth? The shit he’d just said to Cort, for God’s sake!Wasthere even an explanation, beyond the whiskey they’d drunk and the complete lack of judgment Drew was always accusing himof?
So, why thehelldid he want to do itagain?
Cort nodded, but made no move to get dressed, while Cam hopped around, pulling his suit pants back into place and throwing on his shirt. “I need… I mean, I should probably get home. It’slate?”
Could he be any lamer? He could feel the blush creeping up hischeeks.
Cort snorted and heaved himself to his feet with a sigh, stepping into his pants and grabbing his remaining clothes into a bundle. “You can use the bathroom in my room if you’d like,” he offered, but his voice was closed off, cooler than it had been all night. A perfunctory offer. He knew Cam would sayno.
Cam closed his eyes and sighed, raking a hand through his messy, damp hair. Just becausehewas freaking out, that was no reason to treat Cort like a leper. He’d never found anyone as easy to talk to as Cort. He wanted to get to knowhim.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like to,” Cam said. He opened his eyes in time to see shock, surprise, and a trace of uncertainty flit across Cort’s face. “Unless, maybe it’s not a goodidea?”
Cort smiled, that lopsided smile that did crazy things to Cam’s inside. “Definegood?”
Cam laughed, and when Cort held out a hand to him a moment later, he didn’thesitate.
“Oh.My. God. Tell me that’s not the sun already,” Cam said, grabbing the spare pillow from the unused side of the bed and burrowing his face intoit.
Cort, who had been watching the sunrise for at least an hour, stroked his hand up from Cam’s hip to his rib cage. He laughed softly, but he could sympathize with Cam’s feelings because he wasn’t ready for the sun to riseeither.
He’d hardly slept after they’d made it downstairs the night before, not even bothering to shower or change before stripping off their clothes again and climbing into bed, spooning into one another. The combination of stellar orgasms and a million shots of Jameson had relaxed them both to the point where they hadn’t needed to talk or overthink things further, but while Cam had fallen asleep quickly and deeply, Cort had lain awake for most of thenight.
They’d shared apillow.
