Needing to grab hold of every part of Nic.
He turned his head, mouthing the underside of Nic’s jaw. “Want you to take all of me tonight. Want to feel all of you inside me.”
Nic swiped his fingers over the tip of his cock, collecting moisture, then closing them back around him, easing the slide. “Whatever you want tonight, I’ll give you all of it. Everything.” Using his knees, he spread Cam’s legs wider and dipped his hand lower, down the seam of his balls and under to tease his taint. Cam groaned and shoved his ass back against Nic’s erection, practically riding him. Grabbing his chin, Nic angled his face around and plunged a tongue into his open mouth, renewing that connection.
Cam poured it all into their kiss—all of this week’s fear and frustration, all of his guilt from the past two decades, and all of his love for Nic that had been building for months.
They kissed and rocked, wrapped up in everything, in each other, until Nic lifted his legs and tumbled them backward. He slithered out from under Cam, ditched the rest of his clothes, and climbed onto all fours beside him. He leaned over him and took his cock down his throat in one swallow.
“Ah fuck, yeah.” Eyes scrunched closed, Cam arched his back off the mattress. Every bit of him, every thought, every weight and worry, was being sucked out of him, Nic taking the darkness away and just leaving him with light. Pure white scorching light.
It brightened more when Nic eased off his dick, mouthed each of his balls, then, hand on his hip, rolled him the opposite direction, onto his side. He spread his cheeks and speared his hole with his tongue, teasing and licking.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” Cam panted. “Get me ready for you.”
Nic rimmed him into a writhing mess before backing off his hole and nipping his ass cheek. “Tell me how you want this.”
“Bare. I want to feel all of you.”
Nic groaned and took another bite of his cheek. “I’m negative. It’s only been you since my last test.”
“Same,” Cam moaned, the one word drawn out as Nic reached an arm through his legs, grasping his dick. Cam dropped a hand over his, stroking him together.
“Keep jacking yourself,” Nic said after what felt like hours but was probably less than a minute. Withdrawing his slick hand, Nic rubbed it down Cam’s crack, around the wet rim, and pushed a finger inside.
Cam stroked himself through the burn of one finger, then two, and finally a third. Nic did his part for distraction as well, licking and kissing over Cam’s shoulder, his neck, and up to his ear, groaning there when he began to stroke and coat himself.
“Get that dick in me,” Cam ordered on a growl. “Now.”
“Tell me to stop if I need to,” Nic said. “I’m taking care of you.” His kisses were soft, gentle, a sharp contrast to the hard length pushing into him, spreading, burning.
He grimaced, the sting sharp without extra lube, and he couldn’t keep a hiss from escaping his clenched teeth.
“Okay?” Nic asked, and Cam nodded. “Short breaths,” Nic said, winding his arms around him again, holding him tight across the chest like before.
Cam relaxed into the strong, sure hug, held together, safe.
Nic thrust gently, once, twice, taking care as Cam got used to the fit again. “Harder,” Cam pleaded, and Nic rolled them so Cam was sprawled on top of him, dick saluting the ceiling. He hiked their legs up, sinking deeper, hitting Cam in just the right spot.
“Jesus, fuck,” he cursed, never feeling so wide open nor so safe before. His arms flailed and Nic was there, catching him, tangling their fingers.
Wrapping one combined grip around his dick, working him together, he laid the other across his chest, splayed over his heart.
Holding all of him.
It was all so bright, blinding white, not a speck of darkness in his world, all of it focused on the man beneath him, inside him.
He came wrapped up in love, Nic’s “Love you, Boston,” a whispered exclamation in his ear.
Twenty-Two
Nic cleaned himself off and wet a second washcloth for Cam, wringing out the excess water before he grabbed a dry hand towel, killed the bathroom light, and crossed the room back to the bed.
Cam was sprawled on his back, phone held high above his face, avoiding the mess on his torso.
“Any updates?” Nic asked as he wiped Cam clean.
“No change on Harper’s whereabouts. Mom’s condition has improved. Priest may have been premature.”
