Page 1 of The Forever Vault

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Lucas

FLORIDA

“If you don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late. How many pairs of underwear do you need?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” I dragged my suitcase out of our bedroom and was met by Cam’s folded arms and impatient stare. “Wait a minute.” I unzipped the front, reached my hand in, and started digging around.

“Now what?!”

My fingers felt around as I ignored Cam’s nostril flare. We were like five minutes late. That was on time for me and he knew that.

“Here it is.” Triumphantly, I pulled out a purple jockstrap and held it up for Cam to see.

“That’s it. Your lucky jockstrap?”

“I don’t hear you complaining when it’s all I’m wearing around the house.”

Cam didn’t say anything. Well, any words. In three steps, he had my arms pinned above my head and his tongue tangling with mine. After a good twenty seconds, he pulled back to say, “I do like half-naked chore time,” then resumed what I could only describe as a world champion kiss. Cam would win, hands down. The way my body responded to just his mouth on mine…my libido would be set for life.

I was breathless when he took a second to gulp some air. “I thought we were late.”

He smirked, looking down from his whole-inch-taller-than-me vantage point, then slithered his hands around my waist and under the elastic band of my shorts.

“Had to check. I knew you’d be going commando.”

“Easy access, handsome. I was hoping for some quality in-flight entertainment.”

Cam groaned and pulled back. “I bet. Stuff your jock in the bag. If we forgot something, my mom can bring it later.”

“Oh yeah, I see that going well.” I held an imaginary phone to my ear. “Hi Heather, we’re going to need you to swing by the house to pick up a few things we forgot. Cam’s leather harness and metal cockring, my crotchless booty shorts, and the silver nipple clamps. Not the ones in the bathroom next to our matching Fleshjacks, the ones on the dresser. And don’t go in the den, we don’t want you to see the sling just yet. It’s not finished.”

Cam rolled his eyes and shoved me towards the door, then picked up both our suitcases. “Let’s go!”

I grabbed the keys from the hook by the door and held it open for Cam, locking it behind us.

Cam’s mother lived about fifteen minutes from our house. What was once Cam’s mother’s great aunt’s cottage was now our home. It took us a few years to make it livable - the flooded bathroom was no joke - but we had been in it for over a year now. I still had to pinch myself every now and then. It seemed like a fantasy.

I slowed the car down in front of the flower shop, rolling to a stop.

“Cutting it a little close, boys,” Heather warned, as she opened the door.

“You know whose fault that is, Mom.”

I gave her a sheepish grin in the rearview as she sat down and buckled up. It was a thirty minute drive to Tampa International Airport. After dropping us off, Heather was taking our car back to the house, so we didn’t have to pay parking for three weeks. She’d be coming to San Francisco in a week or so, in time for the opening ceremony.

“What was it this time? The coin, or something I don’t want to know about?”

The coin!

I let off the gas and tried to remember.

“Don’t worry, tiger. I got it.” Cam read my mind.

“¡No manches!”

“I’m not joking. It’s right here.” He pulled the platypus coin out of his pocket.