Maybe Cam didn’t even know what that did, but Dawson was beginning to think that it didn’t matter if he realized it, only that he was doing it.
“What if it’s not just you?” Cam asked softly. “And even if it is, it’s a justifiable fear, Daws. You got let down by someone you trusted. Simon should understand that, and he should be going the extra mile to reassure you, not close down communication.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I still think you should reach out to the prosecutor yourself. If you don’t set these fears to rest, youwon’tbe able to move on.”
“You don’t think it’d be overstepping?”
“If it is, then it’s your right to do that,” Cam said firmly.
Dawson let out a breath. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re probably right. Of course, I worry this is going to fuck me all over again. I’ve just gotten my feet under me here. Doing good. Maybe Simon’s right that it’s just a distraction.”
“And you worrying about it isn’t a distraction?” Cam raised an eyebrow.
Dawson hadn’t really thought of it that way, but that was a good point. “Fair.”
“I think if you don’t set your mind at ease—make sure this feeling you have is just a feeling, and that’s all it is—you’re not going to be able to make a decision, and move forward, either way,” Cam said.
Dawson sighed. “How did you get so smart, rook?”
Cam’s cheeks flushed an appealing pink. And Dawson realized that he’d done it again. Just being here with him, talking it out, had pulled all that awful, peace-shattering poison right out of him. Suddenly, he was aware again that they were on the edge of the bed and Cam was just showered, hair drying rumpled from Dawson’s hands earlier.
“Grateful you are,” Dawson murmured and leaned in, and he supposed at some point he should stop being so surprised that it was so easy between them. That it felt natural to press their lips together. Not necessarily because he wanted to start something—though if he was being honest, he kinda did—but because it felt right to do it.
Cam opened underneath his mouth, groaning in the back of his throat as Dawson deepened the kiss.
He couldn’t help himself, tucking his fingers underneath Cam’s T-shirt, pulling it off, enjoying the feel of his bare skin as he went. “God, you feel good,” Dawson murmured under his breath. Not sure if he was saying it for Cam or for himself.
It felt even more natural to give Cam one last kiss, their tongues tangling together, and then slide down to the floor, pulling Cam’s sweatpants off as he went.
“You don’t—”
But instead of letting him finish, Dawson pressed his mouth against Cam’s inner thigh. Enjoyed as Cam let out a shaky gasp of approval, his cock twitching.
No, he didn’t have to. Hewantedto. He wanted to give back a little of the peace and pleasure he kept discovering in Cam’s arms. In his bed. On his couch.
With that in mind, he leaned in, licking up the length of Cam’s cock. Enjoying the way he trembled above him. How his fingers dug into the comforter. The tension in his jaw.
It had been a while since he’d sucked dick—at least the length of his marriage to Brynn, and a year or two before that—but he’d forgotten how good it felt, even for him. How much he loved having his partner’s pleasure in his hands. Oral sex in general was something he enjoyed, but Dawson didn’t think he’d ever felt this insane about it before, like he wanted more and more, until Cam was filling up his mouth with his come.
Cam’s hands dug into his hair, and he groaned above him as Dawson took him deeper. He had to be a little careful. Definitely more careful than he wanted to be. But he didn’t want to choke and die, either. Not when it was this good, and his own dick was so aroused that he didn’t think it would take more than the pressure of his hand to lose his self-control entirely.
It was a little slow going, needing to remember all his tricks, but he was slowly beginning to pick them up again. And learn more too. That curling his tongue around the head made Cam choke out a moan. All the places he was especially sensitive. The way he shook when Dawson cupped his balls and with a spit-slick thumb, slid behind them, pressing into his hole.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Cam broke off as Dawson sucked harder, wanting it all. “God, feels so good, babe.”
Dawson shuddered at the pet name. Hadn’t thought he’d like it, but he liked everything with Cam.
Barely got his hand on his own cock as Cam began to shake, come spurting down his throat. He was right; it didn’t take long.
One or two strokes and the right kind of pressure and he was coming in his shorts.
Panting, he slumped the rest of the way down to the floor. Cam’s hands were still tangled in his hair. Gentle now, brushing it away from his forehead.
“Damn,” Cam murmured. “That was hot as hell.”
Dawson cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh, I was probably a little out of practice.”
