“He’s not going to stick around.” Doug had pity in his eyes. It was a look Walker knew well and usually shrugged off. But this time, Walker could feel heat racing up his neck.
I stuck around, he thought.I stuck around for us, and you left.
“I need to get back to work.” Walker stood up and returned to the elevators. The heat now flushed his cheeks. He jammed his finger against the up button.
“Doug, I don’t criticize your life choices. Don’t criticize mine.”
He got into the elevator.
“Good luck with this one, Walker. Who knows? Maybe everything will work out.”
The doors closed on Doug’s smirk.
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He hated having Doug’s voice in his head, hated that he let Doug be the voice of reason for him. Walker tried to visit Cameron at Starbucks, but his shift was already over. Cameron was the closest thing he’d had to a boyfriend since Doug. Pretty pathetic.
Walker drove to his apartment after work and jogged up the two flights of stairs to his front door.
“We need to talk,” he said as soon as Cameron opened the door. Cameron didn’t say anything back. Walker had the floor.
“I think…I think we should end this, whatever this is. Each time I say that we’re just friends, it rings more hollow. I have feelings for you, Cameron, feelings that friends do not have for each other. But I have a son to think about, and you have a future in Los Angeles that’s waiting for you, and I don’t know where this is going. I don’t know where it can go. Whatever is going on between us, it has to stop. We need to stop it now. Rip that Band-Aid off clean. Just cut it off before it gets worse, because it’s going to get worse. We’ll go our separate ways. I think that’s best. We had fun, but it’s for the best.”
Cameron nodded and absorbed the speech.
“What do you think?” Walker asked.
Cameron took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Walker.
“I know this is abrupt. We can talk about it.”
And another step. Walker caught a whiff of his deoderant, but remained focused. Kinda focused.
“Cameron?”
And his lips were on Walker’s. Everything Walker had just said was chucked out the window. He slammed the front door shut behind them, and pulled Cameron against him.
Walker kissed him hard, tasting his lips and tongue, breathing in Cameron. Walker held him with a strength he didn’t know he had. His need, his want for Cameron avalanched onto this moment.
He walked them backward and pushed Cameron up against his bedroom door. Cameron moaned, and he moaned back, turned on by both sounds. His hands couldn’t stop exploring the nooks and crannies of Cameron’s lithe body. He had stared at it for so long, nearly studied it. He wanted to feel the heat coming off Cameron’s skin and the flex of his muscles. His erection mashed against Cameron’s.
Walker pulled away and locked into the hazy blue eyes in front of him. He gasped for air. His heart pounded in his ears.
“Walker, are you okay?”
He nodded.Better than fucking okay.He could feel it inside him. This dormant version of himself waking up, coming back to life.
He pushed the two of them into the bedroom. He shoved Cameron against his dinky Ikea dresser. His hands and his tongue were magnets to Cameron’s body, unable to free themselves.
Shirts flew off. Walker’s took longer because of the damn buttons. Warm chest against warm chest. He ran his fingers down the slight curves of Cameron’s back, smelling his smooth skin, the scent going to his head. The cock strained against his pants in an epic battle. His fingers traveled farther, past Cameron’s waistband, and grabbed his firm ass. Cameron shivered and dug his fingers into Walker’s back, driving him wild.
Cameron stripped to his boxer briefs, barely concealing the thick cock hidden underneath. Walker wanted to take a moment to remember this image, Cameron’s body all for him. He wrapped his legs around Walker’s waist. His opening was positioned over Walker’s cock. He grinded against the concave part of Cameron, the hollowness that seemed to beg him for entry.
“You’re right,” Cameron whispered through gasping breaths. “This is a bad idea.”
He had Cameron dismount. Walker got on his knees and took in the sight of that hard cock outlined against those tight boxer briefs. He massaged his hand over it, getting a gutteral reaction from the guy above. He pulled down the underwear and shoved into his mouth what was waiting for him.
“Fuck,” Cameron whisper-moaned out.
