“Did you stretch today?” Cameron asked with a wink.
“Fuck you and yes,” Walker said. He didn’t care how sore his lower back would be tomorrow.
Cameron threw Walker’s legs in the air and spat on his hole. His tongue swirled around his opening. Walker grabbed onto the bedframe and gasped in breath. He felt like his body was going to spontaneously combust. Cameron slipped a finger inside, and perhaps he already was on fire. Heat encased his body, made hairs stand up on his arm.
“You ready?” Cameron asked.
Walker nodded yes.
It felt much different than a finger. Thicker, fuller, more determined. Walker felt himself opening up. Cameron leaned over him. His sweaty strands of hair hung in his eyes.
“You’re not so bad at Naked Twister,” Cameron said.
“I learn from the best,” Walker heaved out in short breaths, punctuated by Cameron’s thrusting.
Their lips brushed over each other’s. Cameron gave him a penetrating stare. Walker could hear their souls clicking into place together. He moaned like the walls were soundproof.
“I love you,” Cameron said.
“I love you.”
Walker slapped Cameron’s pert ass, and pushed him in deeper. They were cheek-to-cheek, exhaling against each other’s ears. Walker held him closer. He never wanted to let go. Cameron grabbed Walker’s thighs and pummeled his ass with his motivated cock. Walker felt each jab, inching him closer and closer to exploding. Sweat slipped down the sides of his head.
There were no words. Just each other.
Cameron grunted with orgasm while still inside him. Walker felt the extra heat in his core. Cameron’s stomach rubbed against his cock, getting him rock hard.
Cameron wiped a hand across his sweaty forehead and used the improvised lubrication to stroke Walker. He balanced himself over Walker with one hand, his tricep flexing in support. His other hand jerked off Walker’s thick cock. Walker writhed around on the bed, grunting in pleasure. He shot his load up onto Cameron’s glistening chest. Cameron collapsed atop him. Walker wrapped his arms around this guy who had upended his world. He could stay here forever.
But it wasn’t forever. They really did have dinner reservations. Cameron and Walker showered and got redressed.
“I should’ve just invited you straight up here,” Walker said while putting on his boxers. “I never learn.”
“You never do.” Cameron strutted out of the bathroom in just a towel. Walker had never been more jealous of a piece of fabric. Droplets of water beaded his biceps.
“So since you’re looking for a job, I may have an opportunity for you,” Walker said. He zipped up his pants.
“I’m listening.”
“My business is expanding. I’m going to need a copywriting partner. I have the sketches, but I need the words.”
Cameron lay on the bed. “Go on.”
“You’d be a partner, fifty-fifty. We can work on entire design concepts. One of my clients even wants to do TV commercials.”
Cameron got on his knees on the bed and threw his arms around Walker’s neck. “I’m in.”
Walker kissed him and threw him down on the bed. His shirt was getting damp but he didn’t care. He ripped himself away. “We have reservations.”
“We do.”
“And you’re still naked.”
“No, I’m not!” Cameron glanced down at his body. His towel had fallen off. “Oh wait. I am.”
Cameron went about getting himself dressed. Walker went by the window. The ocean kept doing its ocean thing. People bustled up and down Ocean Avenue. He called up Doug.
“Is he awake?”
