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Cameron laughs, a self-deprecating sound he makes when he’s uncomfortable. “Yeah right.”

“No, really, I mean it.”

He shrugs, but I can see the faint pleasure in his expression. He liked being that person. The one in the photos. The one who went to concerts and had friends and didn’t have to hide.

My eyes move back to the wall, scanning the photos more carefully. There are plenty of girls in them. Girls with their arms around Cameron, girls laughing at something he said, girls looking at him with obvious interest.

I point to one photo, a blonde girl with her arm around Cameron’s shoulders, both of them grinning at the camera. “Who’s that?”

Cameron leans in and squints at the picture. “Oh. That’s Chelsea.”

“Chelsea,” I repeat, quietly.

“God, no,” Cameron groans, turning to me with wide eyes. “I’m gay, Lucien. Duh.”

I reach out, shoving his shoulder playfully. “Yeah you are.”

He laughs brightly, the sound briefly warming the space between us. But the humor dissolves the moment I step into his orbit, deliberately crowding him. He doesn’t retreat. Instead, his gaze darkens, his breath catching as I continue to press forward. I keep walking, tracking his heavy, blind steps backward until the edge of the mattress catches him behind the knees, sending him falling onto the bed.

He’s breathless beneath me, his chest warm and rising fast against mine. He reaches up, framing my face with trembling hands, but right before he can pull me down, he remembers.

“Wait. Check the door.”

I cross to the door, turning the lock. When I look back, Cameron is still on the bed, watching me with his brown eyes that undo me every time.

I return to him, leaning down to seal our mouths together. He breathes a soft sound into the kiss, and then I press my weight fully into him, sliding my hands beneath his shirt to drag the fabric over his head.

My lips find his chest, my tongue swirling over his nipple until a heavy groan breaks from his throat. I grind my hips against his, shifting from slow, teasing pumps to a hard, demanding rhythm that leaves me throbbing against my boxers. He’s making the raw, helpless sounds that drive me crazy, needy whimpers that tell me he’s completely underwater with me.

His hand moves to my zipper, and I feel him start to pull it down. Then he stops.

“The lube. It’s in our bags. Downstairs. In the entryway.”

Oh shit. Cameron wants to fuck. Here.

“I’ll get it.”

I practically soar down the stairs, trying to look casual as I grab our bags from where they’re still sitting by the front door. I can hear Whitney and Alistair talking in the kitchen. I take the stairs two at a time on the way back up, both bags in my arms.

When I push open Cameron’s door, he’s lying on the bed with his head on the pillow, hands behind his head, completely naked, legs crossed at the ankles. He looks so nonchalant, so comfortable, that I almost laugh.

Cameron is usually wound tight, always performing, always aware of how he’s being perceived. But here, in this room, he’s completely relaxed. This is his space. His sanctuary.

And he’s letting me in.

I drop the bags and pull the lube from a side pocket, tossing it next to him on the bed. He catches it and immediately sits up. I strip quickly, until we’re standing naked in the afternoon light breaking through his window.

Cameron gets back on the bed, settling against the pillow, and I stand next to the bed, looking down at him. He’s vibrating with need. I can see it in the way his cock is already hard, in the way his breathing has quickened, in the way his eyes track my every movement.

“Scoot over,” I say.

He does, and I lie down where he was, my head on his pillow. When he settles beside me, I reach out and stroke his hair, running my fingers through it.

“Turn toward the end of the bed,” I tell him. “And climb on top of me.”

He turns and climbs over me, positioning himself so his ass is in my face and his face is hovering over my cock.

He immediately takes me in his mouth, completely unrestrained, and I take a sharp breath. I wasn’t expecting him to be so eager, so hungry for it. But Cameron has always been like this. Once he decides he wants something, he commits fully.