“Why not?” Cam’s mouth ended up on Dawson’s neck again, sucking a mark into his pulse point. If Daws could leave marks onhim, then he could return the favor.
“Um,well,” Dawson muttered.
“Lube’s in the drawer in the coffee table,” Cam said.
Dawson froze. “What?”
Cam squirmed under Dawson’s weight, pressing him into the couch. “Do I need to give you directions? A map? I kinda thought you’d want to take point here.”
Sitting up, Dawson gazed at him incredulously. “No. I don’t need directions or a fucking map, and I sure as hell am gonna fuck you. But, you,you—”
Cam ordered himself to not be self-conscious or to feel exposed by Dawson’s gaze. Or what he was about to make him admit.
“Thought about it, okay? In the shower, this afternoon, and I thought, maybe.” Cam shook his head like he was trying to clear it. But his dick was so hard, and he just wanted Dawson totakehim.
“ButItextedyou,” Dawson said, in the exact same way Cam had said last night,I kissed you.
“Might’ve been about to do it myself,” Cam admitted quietly.
“Shit,” Dawson said and stumbled backwards getting up. For a split second, Cam thought he’d pushed too far, too hard, but then he realized Dawson was shucking his jeans off and yanking the drawer in the coffee table open. He made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat and then he leaned over Cam again. That smirk was back in full force, and Cam groaned as Dawson palmed over his hard cock and then tugged his sweatpants down.
“I’m gonna fuck you into this couch,” Dawson said in a low, determined voice. “And then I’m gonna fuck you into your mattress, next.”
Cam’s breath caught in his throat. There was no air in this room, and then there was even less of it when Dawson leaned over, kissed him hard, and then slid his hand between his thighs.
Knew the moment Dawson discovered why he’d been thinking about it in the shower.
“Oh fuck, you didn’t . . .youdid.” Dawson groaned into Cam’s mouth as he kissed him harder. Two of his slicked-up fingers sliding into him easily.
“Was thinking if I hadn’t left this morning,” Cam panted. The pleasure was fizzing through him now, bubbles exploding under his skin. Turned out that Dawson’s fingers were even better than his own; even better than in the fantasies he’d spun this afternoon.
“Didn’t want you to go either,” Dawson admitted in a low, wrecked voice.
If Cam was thinking—which he wasnot—he might admit that this was not like any other hookup he’d ever had. It was so intimate, Dawson breathing in his mouth, two fingers buried deep in him, moving perfectly like this wasn’t the first time they’d ever done this.
“Come on,” Cam begged.
But Dawson didn’t move. Well, he did. His fingers were working him so good, and then there was a third one, Cam nearly choking on the feeling as they slid inside.
“Not yet. I’m enjoying myself,” Dawson said. He paused. “And you are too. I can tell. God, the way you’re taking me. I can’t—” He bit off the rest of his sentence, a low groan escaping him.
Cam was usually above begging. He usually didn’thaveto beg.
But Dawson was making him crazy enough that he might do anything. Say anything. Be anything that Dawson asked for.
“Could take you better,” Cam muttered, digging his heels into Dawson’s back.
“Yeah? Okay.Yeah.” Dawson shuffled backwards and twisted his fingers one last time, the pads stroking his spot just right, and Cam’s cock twitched against his abs.
“Yes,please,” Cam said.
Dawson gazed down at him. “No condom?” he asked.
“Don’t need it. Bet you don’t either,” Cam said.
Dawson nodded. “Yeah. No. I’ve been tested. And you too?”
Pulling him in, Cam murmured against his mouth. “Come on, Daws. I know you want to.”
