Cam shrugged. “I thought they might be necessary.” He frowned. “Wait, is that why you dragged me uphere?”
“Maybe.” Cort gave him a smile as he threw the kit on the bed. “But that’s okay. Sex on sand is one of those things that sounds better than it really is.” Heshuddered.
Cam huffed in frustration. “I wouldn’t havecared.”
Cort’s smile became a full-on grin. He shucked his trunks, throwing the stupid burner phone on the nightstand, and grabbed Cam’s hand pulling him around to the side of the bed. “But you won’t be the one on the bottom this time.” He threw himself down to lie on his back in the center of thebed.
Cam blinked, and then blinked again. “What?”
Cort unzipped the bag and found the lube and condoms right on top.Bonus points to Cam for efficiency. He threw the bag on the floor and pressed the supplies into Cam’shand.
“I thought maybe this time you’d want to…” He tilted his head to the side and, as always, Cam understood him withoutwords.
His eyes flew wide. “Me? You wantmeto…”
Cort nodded. “Yeah. Oh, yeah. But only if you wantto.”
“No! I do! I mean, most guys assume I don’t. But I didn’t think you… I mean, we never really discussed it, but I got the impression you didn’t like to bottom?” Cam was alternately looking down at the lube in his hand as though it held the secrets of the universe, and staring at Cort’s face like he was trying to read Cort’s mind and make sure he wasreallyokay with this. It wasadorable.
“I must admit, I haven’t had the best experience with it,” Cort admitted, stacking his hands beneath his head on the bed. “I’m not sure I can do it without being bossy, and honestly? I wasn’t sure whether you’d actually want me thisway.”
“But then, why?” Cam put his knee on the mattress and leaned over Cort, running one hand up from Cort’s stomach to his chest. “You don’t haveto.”
Cort put his own hand over Cam’s where it rested against his heart. “Iwantto,” hesaid.
Cam seemed to receive the message, because his eyes turned liquid blue. He knelt beside Cort and ran his fingertips across Cort’s skin. Cort shivered. He reached up a hand to touch Cam’s spiky brown hair and then traced his fingertips around the shell of Cam’sear.
“Come here and kiss me,” Cort said. Not a command or a demand, but an invitation, one Cam eagerly accepted. He braced his hands on either side of Cort’s chest and leaned down until their lips met. The same as every time he’d kissed Cam, Cort felt his core incinerate, with hot tongues of flame running up and down his back. But unlike the crazy, hurried wildfire that had engulfed them the previous week, this burn was slower- a controlled fire, heating, melting, forging them into something different, something brand new. He couldn’t stop looking at Cam, mapping the gorgeous freckles on his skin, the contours of hischeeks.
Cam lifted his knee to straddle Cort’s waist and sat back so he could run his hands along Cort’s skin - through the blond hair of his chest, down over his abs, and back - in increasingly long sweeps. On one pass, Cam let his hand roam up over Cort’s neck to tangle into his long, golden-brown hair. He braced the other hand against Cort’s chest, and their gazescollided.
“Have I ever told you I love your eyes?” Camdemanded.
Cort shook his head, unable to formwords.
“I do,” Cam whispered, lowering his head to bite at Cort’s stubbledchin.
Cort swallowed hard. He’d been seriously trying hard to keep his hands out of this, to give Cam the unbridled access and control Cam had given to him, but he had to abandon the effort. He lifted his hands to frame Cam’s face and brought him in for a fiercekiss.
Cam broke away a second later, pressing a kiss to the same spot he’d bitten on Cort’s chin. “You’re sure?” hewhispered.
There were few things Cort had beenmoresure of in his life. “Yeah, baby. I’mpositive.”
Cam nodded, his eyes serious, suddenly nervous. “Idowant this, Cam,” Cort said again, more forcefully. “Withyou.”
Cort watched the flush climb up Cam’s face.Sobeautiful.
Cam pushed up on his hands and crawled backwards down Cort’s body, dropping tiny kisses over his chest as he went. “I love your chest. I love the way you’re so much bigger than Iam.”
He moved lower, and his mouth traced the Cort’s hipbone. Cort exhaled in a shaky moan. “I love the sounds you make, too,” Cam whispered. “Like you really wantme.”
“I do,” Cort responded, then he arched his back as Cam’s mouth moved lower again, his warm tongue licking up Cort’s shaft. “God, you make me so hard. All I have to do is see you, watch yousmile.”
It was too much. The heat of Cam’s mouth and the needy sounds Cam made as he moved above him, drove Cort mad in a matter of moments. He dimly heard the snap of the lube container, then Cam’s fingers were stroking around his opening, probing gently, pushing inside him. The sensation was so much more intense than he remembered from the few times he’d tried this half a lifetime ago, but that made sense, didn’t it? After all, Cam wasn’t like anyone Cort had ever knownbefore.
Cam’s fingers went away, and Cort was dimly aware of him opening a condom, adding more lube, preparing himself. Cort instinctively tensed when Cam’s guided his cock to Cort’s entrance, but he forced himself to relax. He welcomed the brief burn, the pressure, because he wanted Cam inside him more than he’d known he ever could. His moan mingled with Cam’s as he pushed himself home, and he welcomed that, too. That signs they were together inthis.
And then Cam started to move, and Cort cried out. “Oh! Christ, Cam! More.Again!”
