CAMERON #2
Riley paused and waited for me, moving his hand away from his hole and letting me stand behind him. With only my index finger, I massaged him a little more, making him slick with plenty of excess lube.
Impatiently, my boy grabbed my hand and inserted my finger into himself, exhaling with relief. “Fucking stretch me, Cam. Please.”
Something about his insistence to call me by that old nickname made me want to do everything he asked. He was relentless about holding onto the people we had been when we had first discovered the true extent of our relationship.
I filled him with one finger, then two, and ultimately three.
Each finger I added made his voice rise and his hole tighten for a short while before relaxing.
Stretching him was such a pleasure and such a way to make our souls connect.
He was brave and strong about it, taking it as far as he could and trying for more even when I wavered and tried reining it in.
His broad back leaned against my chest and I wrapped my left arm around his shoulders.
He held onto my forearm with both his hands, arching his back and thrusting his ass onto my hand.
With each push, he grunted, strangled, or told me all the dirty things he wanted me to do to him.
“I want your dick, Cam, please. Fucking please.”
I was already positioned right behind him, so I slipped my fingers out and whispered to him to stay relaxed for me.
In an instant, my cock was sliding through my fist and sinking into Riley.
I impaled him nearly halfway in, squeezing a deep, rumbling growl from his throat as he rose on his toes and shuddered all over. And when I paused, he wasn’t done yet.
Instead, Riley waited a moment, held his breath, and pushed himself down on me until his butt cheeks squished hard against my groin.
“Holy shit.” The words ripped from me and over his ear as I sank my teeth into his earlobe.
Riley was no longer capable of forming words.
His voice was cracking and he cared none if we were overheard.
It suited them well for making bets about our situation-ship.
I held my arm firmly around his upper torso and Riley still clung onto it.
My other hand went for his hip as I began to pull back and ram into him harder and faster, penetrating him deeper with each swing of my body against his.
My front and his back were moving in synchrony.
We ground against each other, my cock probing him deeper until he was relaxed and loose enough to allow me to slide in and out with little resistance and plenty of dirty, slapping sounds that matched Riley’s tormented voice.
Rapturous moans and pleasure-soaked sighs filled the space around us as our bodies slammed against each other in an exercise of lust and endurance.
Riley’s fingernails dug into my forearm while I moved my other hand off his hip and to his groin.
I felt his cock and balls settle between my thumb and palm.
I felt the slickness of his precum trickling down his spear-straight thickness when I took him in my hand.
“Harder, you motherfucker. Just fuck me harder.” The grunts riled me up so much that every sense of mercy fluttered away from me and I railed him until he was begging me to make him come.
We took two steps forward, never parting, and Riley lifted his right leg onto my desk, kneeling there as he bent forward.
I released his torso and held his hips instead, massaging his prostate and making all his muscles tremble and bounce with the force I applied.
Sweat was dripping off my brow and my breaths were shallow.
And when Riley touched himself at last, I didn’t stop him.
I allowed him to stroke himself to his climax, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging his head back.
He lifted his chin, pleading for me to keep doing everything just the way I was and, as we both neared it, I felt the shattering explosion of warmth spread through my chest. I fucking loved this man more than I loved life.
Riley whimpered as the movement from his hand intensified.
His body froze and he spilled his cum all over my desk and floor, his hole clenching hard as I ravaged it and his muscles tensing.
His voice cut off and I sped up, permitting myself to let go.
And as soon as I did, my balls rose and I filled the condom, throbbing violently inside my boyfriend.
We were both shaking by the time I pulled myself out of him and pressed my fingers against his hole, soothing him with gentle moves that softened his voice. I led us to the bed, caressing all of his heated, sweaty body without a care in the world.
“You’re mine,” I whispered as we lay down together. “You’re going to be mine until the end of time, Riley.”
“My love, we both know who belongs to whom,” he said cheekily.
I squeezed his bubble-butt and growled a warning at him, but he only threw his head back and laughed out loud.
Then, he kissed the tip of my nose, then each of my eyes in turn.
The bruise on my cheek was heated, but it was better after the kiss he placed on it.
My split eyebrow was tight with my body repairing itself quickly, so I kept my expressions minimal.
But I could kiss him back, so that was what I did.
I kissed his lips and his chin, I kissed his cheeks and his Adam’s apple.
I kissed his forehead and his collarbones.
“It’s gonna be a tough battle,” Riley said in a low voice.
I thought about it. Sticking together through everything that was still to come wouldn’t be easy.
I never thought it would be. “Nothing’s tougher than the time I spent without you.
” And when those words rolled out, I spilled all the other words.
I told him of the soul-crushing loneliness in the thickest of crowds in Santa Barbara.
I told him of friendships that were held together with duct tape and prayer because I was incapable of forming a bond.
I told him how I’d returned blindly to Michigan as soon as Coach Murray had invited me.
And I admitted that it had taken me months to realize that it had always been him.
“I’m only ever really happy when I’m with you. ”
Riley kissed me twice and sighed. “I never realized it until you returned, either. But I haven’t been happy since high school. Not truly.” He breathed a moment, then blinked at me. “It’s better like this, I think.”
“How so?” I asked, but I had already figured as much.
“Now we know for certain,” he said. He was very sure of his words. “If we hadn’t lost the time we had, we would never know how much we belonged together.”
There was no reward I was willing to claim if it came at the cost of losing him again. We’d tried that. And we would never try it again.
I would love him until my dying breath. And I would force the entire world to reshape itself to comply with this rule. It was us, then the rest of the world.
“I swear,” I whispered. “You will always be my number one. Everything else will come after that.”
“I swear it, too,” Riley said solemnly, sealing it with another kiss that merged our souls into one. Just the way they should be.