Sure enough, Cam looked over at him expectantly as the tub began to fill. “You gonna strip down?” he asked, his expressionalmostinnocent.
“You just wanna get me naked.”
“Pretty much always,” Cam confirmed with a bashful grin.
It was flattering. Dawson knew he looked good. But he hadn’t really cared in so long, his body morphing into a tool for his job more than a way to give and receive pleasure.
Dawson let himself look Cam up and down. He was in gray sweatpants, clinging to his slender thighs, an old T-shirt tight across the chest. He looked good, too. But then, he’d alwayslooked good to Dawson—once he’d learned to pay attention, anyway.
“You getting in with me?”
“Not this time.” Cam flashed him a smile that promised that some other time, he wouldn’t be saying no.
“Aw,” Dawson said, disappointed even though he’d known what Cam was going to say.
Cam just patted him on the cheek. “Come on, baby. Get in. I’ll listen for the pizza.”
He’d just taken a shower, hot water on his sore, overworked muscles, but floating in the tub felt heavenly.
Tipping his head back, Dawson closed his eyes and just let himself exist.
When he opened them again, the bathroom was dim and he realized Cam must’ve turned off most of the lights. There was a big fluffy towel sitting on the edge of the tub.
He heard hushed voices and realized a knock on the door must’ve dragged him out of his hot-water-induced stupor.
Getting out was going to suck, but Dawson braced for it and realized that the towel was still warm—had Cam even put it in the dryer for a few minutes to heat it up?—and that made it less awful when he finally dragged himself out of the cozy cocoon of the tub.
He dried off and threw his sweatpants and T-shirt back on, heading into the living room.
Cam was in the kitchen, and there was a big pizza box on the counter, delicious smells wafting out of it.
“Hey,” he said, smiling, “I was just about to go grab you.”
“I’m good,” Dawson said, and realized he meant it. “Where do you want to eat?”
“Why don’t we throw something on the TV?” Cam suggested. “You want to find something while I put these plates together?”
That seemed like the very least Dawson could do. He flipped the TV on and then realized it wasn’t as easy as it seemed, because he had no idea what he should put on.
For a split second, his fingers hovered over the remote buttons, but then he realized exactly what he should pick.
A minute later, Cam walked in, carrying two plates filled with salad and heaping with several slices of pizza each.
“Hey, you—” Cam stopped and then glanced over at Dawson, a surprised smile on his face. “You want to watchFast and Furious?”
“You told me I should watch it,” Dawson said.
“There’s like a billion of them, though,” Cam warned. “And they’re very stupid.”
“The good news is that’s about the speed I’m up for tonight—very stupid. Lots of brainless explosions. No thinking required.”
It sounded really good, and it turned out it was even better than it sounded. Him tucked under Cam’s arm, and then after Cam took the plates back to the kitchen and put the food away, Cam tucked underhisarm, sleepy and soft.
For the last five nights they’ve shared a bed for four of them.
If Dawson was thinking about it, he might be worried that it was too much, too fast, but it was hard to be worried, especially when they seemed to be on the same page.
Especially when the movie ended and Cam stretched, yawning, and after getting to his feet, put out a hand for Dawson.
