Camden
Ican’t get enough of Kingston. I know I need to be careful. This is fire we’re playing with, but I can’t stop touching him. I can’t stop feasting on his lips, even though we need to get to school.
He’s like a drug. I’ve never had issues with any sort of addiction in my life. Alcohol—I can take it or leave it. Weed—it’s fine occasionally. Food—is just sustenance, but Kingston Wells . . . Yeah, I’m addicted.
“I have to get Lucy to school,” I say as Kingston’s hand crawls up under my hoodie and t-shirt.
“We have a few minutes.” He kisses me, lying on my bed, his other hand on my cheek. He stayed here last night. Not unusual, but the mutual hand jobs are new.
“We really, really don’t,” I say breathlessly, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans and nibbling on his throat.
His mouth finds mine again, kissing me deeply as he shoves his hands down the back of my jeans, his hand gripping my ass and pulling me into him. “We so do.”
I want to give in, and I’m going to until there’s a loud bang on my door, followed by multiple others and a whining, “Caaamden.”
“Shit.” I sit up quickly, Kingston’s hand pulling out of my jeans as I look at him angrily, but it’s not as angry as I should be. The damn tempting asshole. “I told you.”
He merely laughs, sweeping his hand through my hair, I think to fix it, but only messing it up further. “Luce is cool.”
He hops off the bed, still sporting a total boner in his jeans and then does some deep breathing.
“Okay, think about gross stuff.”
I laugh at him and stand up, having the same predicament and willing my unsatisfied dick to go down. “I’ll be right out, Luce,” I holler through the door.
“I don’t want to miss breakfast, Caaaaam,” she whines again. “They have ghost-shaped French-toast sticks.”
I don’t know how the hell they manage that but don’t argue. “I know. I’ll have you there in time for breakfast, I promise,” I say, my dick finally deflating.
“Caaaammmmm,” she continues to fuss, and Kingston grabs his backpack, pulling me in for another quick kiss.
But it’s not helping the hard-cock situation at all, no matter how brief. “Happy Halloween.”
I grin at him. It’s our favorite holiday. Always has been. “Happy Halloween. You going with me to take Lucy trick-or-treating?”
“Fucking duh,” he says, grabbing a protein bar from his backpack, handing it to me and then grabbing another for himself. “I’ll see you later.”
I nod in contented agreement as he climbs out the window. Why? I have no idea. Lucy knows he’s stayed the night before, but I think this is his way of keeping my secret and making sure Lucy doesn’t say something to Mom about him staying the night and us having to lie.
I take another deep breath, pulling my hoodie down over my ass, and hoping I don’t smell like cum from last night. I think I cleaned up sufficiently, but my limbs were a little tired after coming my brains out. So, who knows?
I open the door and look at my very annoyed little sister, who’d in her costume, but looking awfully pissed off for a Disney princess. “Hey.”
“We’re late,” she says, an adorable little pout on her lips.
“Who helped you get into your costume?” My mom left before she usually wakes up, but she looks good. Nothing out of place, except for her hair. That needs her big brother’s help.
“I did. I’m a very good princess,” she says indignantly, which makes me laugh. I love this kid.
“Now, that’s true. You’re a beautiful princess. Which one are you again?”
She rolls her eyes at me now, starting down the hallway. “Cam, you know I’m Cinderella. I need help with my hair.”
I can’t hold back my grin, even though we’re a little late. I slept in Kingston’s arms last night after coming with him. I kissed his lips before he left this morning. I don’t think anything can bring me down right now.
I quickly put her hair in a bun, smoothing it out before we run out to my truck, and I get her to school just in time. The first bell has already rung at the high school by the time I get there, but I’m in my seat before the tardy bell, and I see a sly grin playing on Kingston’s handsome face.
Kennedy gives me a dirty look—still pissed about my Team-Kingston speech—but I couldn’t give a fuck. She was hateful to him. She shook his confidence so much that he started this thing with me . . .
Hmmmm, maybe I should be thanking her.
I shake that thought away because no matter what, I never want Kingston hurt, and I wouldn’t ever wish that on him. Still, knowing what it’s like to kiss him and rut against him until we both blow our loads is a gift.
One I don’t take lightly. One I know I can’t keep.
I’m going to try to enjoy the hell out of it while I can though. I realize we’re both getting something from this now. He’s gotten his swagger back, that’s for damn sure, and I feel . . . I don’t know . . . less lonely than I ever have.
It probably doesn’t make sense. He’s always been my friend, but I spent so many years feeling so different. Other guys would talk about their first kiss, and I’d have to go along and play the part but never truly getting to experience that.
Until now.
I look over at Kingston, who is coincidently watching me at that moment, a goofy grin on his face, and I wonder what he’s thinking about. His cheeks heat and tinge pink, and I look away quickly because now I can pretty much guess what’s on his mind.
Keep it together, Prescott.
Now is not the time to out yourself. It may never be the time, not in this town. That thought sobers me up quickly, my gut clenching because I really do need to be more careful.
This thing with him is addicting and dangerous.
If we aren’t careful, we’ll both suffer some pretty severe consequences.
We’ll be ostracized and possibly bullied.
His King-of-the-High-School status will be ruined.
Whether he admits it or not, I know that’s important to him.
His popularity matters to him, and that’s okay.
He brings joy to the whole school with his bright smile and good looks.
His funny jokes that are actually funny.
His school spirit and even the love of the town he exudes. It all matters too.
And I can’t let anything bad happen to him—can’t let him lose any of that—because of me and my damn addiction to my best friend.