“Yeah,” Dawson said and leaned in, pinning Cam against the counter. “I think you’re gonna have to undo that, rook. You got any ideas?” His voice was teasing and lit Cam up inside.
When it came to Dawson, Camalwayshad ideas.
Cam wound his arms around Dawson’s neck, pulling him in closer. Kissing him with everything he was feeling but hadn’t said yet. “Yeah. Take me to bed.”
He thought he’d been clear enough, but when they reached the bedroom, Dawson pressing him down to the bed, Dawson still hesitated.
“You’re sure?” he murmured against Cam’s lips. “Tomorrow—”
“You’ll be gentle,” Cam said.
“Oh yeah?” Dawson tugged Cam’s sweatshirt off, and then his fingers went to the button of Cam’s jeans. Tugged them down.
“But not too gentle.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it. I know how you like it.” And he did, by now. So well that it always took Cam a little aback whenever he realized Dawson didn’t seem to realize what they were doing. How they were so much more than just friends and fuck buddies. Everyone else saw it. But not Dawson.
Maybe he just wasn’t ready yet. When Cam thought of how Dawson had genuinely believed that nobody had wanted him any longer, it was hard to be surprised.
He just needed more time. More patience. And Cam could give him both of those things, freely. Especially when it was as easy as it was tonight, Dawson’s mouth hot and sweet on his, his touch leaving trails of aching fire through him.
Pushing Cam farther back on the bed, Dawson teased his cock with his tongue as he slicked up his fingers and slid one in, careful and gentle.
Cam had always thought it would be easier if Dawson’s affection was obvious, but tonight, it felt bigger than Cam couldhold, the warmth in his eyes and the clear tenderness in his touch.
“Harder,” Cam begged, spreading his legs wider. Needing more. Needing Dawson to push him, to push all these feelings away, even for a moment.
“God, you’re so hot like this,” Dawson murmured, sounding blown apart. He slid another finger alongside the first, but then he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the crease of Cam’s hip. Cam couldn’t squirm away from it. He could only lie there and feel it, the perfect juxtaposition of Dawson’s insistent fingering, fast and a little rough, and the soft, thoughtful look on his face.
Pleasure spiked through Cam as he teased a third finger around his rim, rubbing against that spot deep inside. He groaned deep, limbs shaking as Dawson took him apart.
“Come on,” Cam begged. “I’m ready—I want it. Wantyou.” Dawson needed to do it before Cam lost his brain-to-mouth filter and along with getting fucked into the mattress Cam confessed all the half-realizations and feelings he was still pretending he wasn’t having.
“Want you too. So fucking much.” Dawson pulled off his shirt. Shoved his jeans down. And a second later was crowding against Cam, skin to skin. “Make me crazy.”
Cam madehimcrazy? Cam almost laughed then, a little hysterically. Dawson didn’t even know how he was turning him inside out. Making him want things he’d never given a second thought to before.
He looked at Aidan and Levi, with their clear sense of possession between them, andcravedmore. Not from just anyone, but from Dawson. Thought about how Dawson had grabbed his hand during a particularly fraught moment in the third period and held on long past it.
It would’ve been so much easier—but maybe not better—if all he’d wanted from Dawson wasthis. Him pushing in, cock hardand slick as it moved inside him, lighting him up from the inside out.
His hips settled against Cam’s hips, Dawson groaning with it, and Cam turned away, burying his face in his elbow. His faceandall the embarrassing noises that he couldn’t help making.
Dawson gave him a sharp smack on the thigh. “None of that. Let me hear you. Tell me how good this dick makes you feel.”
Cam squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again. Wondered if Daws even knew how he looked right now. “Amazing,” he admitted breathlessly.
“Gonna make you feel even better,” Dawson said, beginning to thrust in earnest, his fingers wrapped around Cam’s knee, that same tender-rough contrast turning Cam inside out.
Cam couldn’t even tell him to stop, because it felt too good, too right. He was lost to it. Dawson tucked his body under his, attuning every nerve Cam possessed into his frequency.
A drop of sweat fell from Dawson’s hairline to Cam’s chest, sliding down his pec, and he nearly cried with it as Dawson found a new angle that had him seeing stars.
“Yeah?” Dawson’s voice was breathless. “Like that?”
“I’m gonna—” Cam trembled. He hadn’t thought sex could be like this—an otherworldly, magical experience. His whole body felt like it was glowing with it, and a second later, he was shaking apart, come shooting all the way up his chest.
Dawson’s eyes screwed shut and he followed.
