“Bed,” Cam said hoarsely, unbuttoning Scott’s shirt and greedily squeezing his pecs.
“No,” Scott tried, but he didn’t sound convincing at all. When Cam leaned down and latched onto his tit, Scott lost the battle with himself, whimpering and pulling him closer.
What happened after that… was a little hazy. It was a blur of kisses and wandering, impatient hands as they undressed each other.
Scott moaned in relief when Cam’s naked, hard body finally covered his. He felt feverish with want, only vaguely aware that he’d spread his legs like a whore. He didn’t care. He’d missed this. Missed him.
One finger, two… Cam’s mouth sucking and kissing his tits… Scott couldn’t think anymore. He just wanted him.
When Cam finally pushed into him after far too little prep, both of them too impatient to wait, tears sprang to Scott’s eyes. He’d have liked to say that it was from pain, but it wasn’t. While the stretch was definitely uncomfortable, it wasn’t painful. It justfelt too much and too intense and somehow too little after so long.
He moaned, hooking his legs around Cam’s waist. They’d barely started but he was already close to coming. “God, I’d forgotten how big you are. It feels like I can feel you against my heart.”
Cam shuddered on top of him but didn’t move, allowing him time to adjust. “I want it,” he ground out into Scott’s neck, sounding drunk. “Wanna drill my cock into your heart—carve a place for me there.”
Scott whimpered, his cock leaking precome. “I’d let you,” he mumbled deliriously. “Would let you do anything. Put your cock into my insides and fuck me up.”
Groaning, Cam pushed Scott’s leg over his shoulder, folding him practically in half, and started fucking him hard, his long, forceful thrusts hitting his prostate every time. It made Scott cry out. Whoever had the room next to Cam’s was probably getting a free show, but Scott didn’t care. He just wanted him, wanted him,wantedhim. Wanted them to be fused forever.
When Cam wrapped his hand around Scott’s aching cock and started stroking him in time with his thrusts, it was almost too much. Scott groaned, his entire body tensing as he soaked up all the sensations: the heavy body on top of him, the thick cock drilling into him relentlessly, Cam’s hand on his cock, Cam’s breath against his neck. Cam, Cam, Cam.
“I,” he gasped through dry lips, fingers digging into the other man’s back. “Why are you doing this…”
Cam’s rhythm stuttered. He sank his teeth into Scott’s neck, his grip on his hip tightening. “I can’t—can’t stay away from you.” His voice didn’t even sound like his, dark and obsessive.
“Asshole,” Scott muttered, all but clinging to him. “I was doing well, but you ruined it.”
Cam’s thrusts became even harder, as if he were trying to push his entire body into him through his cock.
Scott could only moan, feeling like a ragdoll—and loving every moment of it.“I—”I love you.The three words he’d always said so easily felt heavy on his tongue. Part of him wanted—burned—to say them, but he couldn’t. Scott had thought he’d been in love before, but this felt nothing like those times. This felt like a sickness, a stomach-twisting longing mixed with aching need and want. He loved Cam with a ferocity that bordered on painful, wanted this man inside him always, never parted from him.But Cam didn’t want his love.
“Say it,” Cam said, hitting his prostate with surgical precision.
Scott whined, unable to gather his thoughts. “Say what?” he mumbled.
“Say you missed me.”
Scott’s eyes snapped open. The intensity, the dark, possessive hunger in Cam’s brown eyes obliterated the last remnants of Scott’s self-restraint.
Burying his hand in Cam’s hair, he dragged him down into a needy kiss, and thoughtI love you, I love you, I love you. It beat in his blood with every thrum of his heart, but he couldn’t say it. It would destroy him when Cam didn’t say it back. And the factthat Cam wanted him to say that he’d missed him while giving him nothing back was absolutely infuriating.
That anger sharpened his arousal and gave him the strength to shove at Cam, making them flip their positions so Scott was the one straddling him and setting the pace.
Cam watched with dark, glazed eyes as Scott rode his cock furiously, chasing his pleasure. Scott didn’t try to hold back his wanton moans—it felt so good, he was beyond addicted to this feeling—but he swallowed down the words Cam wanted him to say.
Cam’s strong, greedy hands wandered from Scott’s tits, to his stomach, before wrapping around his weeping cock. He gave it one long stroke. “Come for me.”
Scott cried out and came, his orgasm making his vision darken. He fell heavily on top of Cam, his body shuddering. He was only vaguely aware of Cam fucking up into him brutally, chasing his own orgasm.
Finally, Cam went still too, and Scott felt hot stickiness inside him. Cam’s come. They hadn’t even used a condom. So stupid. Reckless. Everything about this was reckless.
Silence settled between them as their breathing gradually slowed.
Scott drew a deep breath, greedily inhaling Cam’s familiar scent. Every instinct urged him to stay exactly where he was, but he couldn’t.
This shouldn’t have happened. Not when he could no longer even pretend it was just sex for him. Not when Cam was making things so much harder by demanding that Scott tell him how much he missed him. Asshole. Scott had always known Camcould be a bit of a an asshole, but Cam had never seemedcruelbefore.This was cruel.
Setting his jaw, Scott rolled off him and sat up, his back to Cam as he reached for his clothes.
