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Henry’s gaze lingered at Cameron’s cheeks. “Of course.” He lifted their joined hands and kissed the inside of Cameron’s wrist. “Have a good sleep.”
“Yep. Uh huh. Sleep good, too. Well. Sleep well.” Cameron sighed. “I think we solved the mystery why you always win Scrabble.”
Twinkling eyes admired him. Henry stepped close, kissed him softly, and left the room.
Cameron grimaced. Not what he wanted at all.
Cameron: Henry?
Henry: Cameron?
* * *
Cameron: I’m freaking myself out in this big bed all on my own.
* * *
Henry: I’m right next door if you need anything.
* * *
Cameron: I do . . .
* * *
Henry: What do you need?
* * *
Cameron: I didn’t want that to be the end of our night.
* * *
Henry: Your body language suggested otherwise.
* * *
Cameron: I want to be next to you.
* * *
Henry: But?
* * *
Cameron: I’m nervous.
* * *
Henry: About sex?
* * *
Cameron: . . . yes.
* * *
Henry: There’s no rush, Cameron.
* * *
Cameron: I know, but . . . I want more. Under the quaking knees, I’m very horny.
* * *
Henry: It took you a lot to admit that, didn’t it?
* * *
Cameron: A lot. I’m hiding under the sheets now.
* * *
Henry: If it’s easier for you to open up when we write, let’s write.
* * *
Cameron: It is. I liked being here with you today.
* * *
Henry: I did too. When I close my eyes, I’ll picture you in the attic, framed by a window of roses, wearing my clothes.
* * *
Cameron: Your hoodie is warm and deliciously big and smells of you. Like books and big words. I have it next to my pillow, the sleeve dangled under my nose.
* * *
Henry: Still wearing my socks?
* * *
Cameron: They’re tingly around my feet.
* * *
Henry: Mine feel sensitive too. I’m lying on my bed shifting my bare soles over the blanket. Little zips of electricity are zapping through me. Like they did as we danced. I can’t dance enough with you.
* * *
Cameron: Then we should do it again, many times, every day. I can’t get enough of your arms around me. Warm, safe, but also like . . . if I stayed long enough, I might absorb your confidence, your poise, your sthenia.
* * *
Henry: Exceptional strength?
* * *
Cameron: Vitality. It’s in the way you hold yourself, your voice. I love the way you speak.
* * *
Henry: I love the way you look at me. How your dimples pop the second you spot me. How your eyes widen.
* * *
Cameron: I think of your smile too. Especially at night.
* * *
Henry: It’s night now . . .
* * *
Cameron: You next door, in bed. My imagination is acting berserk.
* * *
Henry: I hope so. I like knowing you think about us this way.
* * *
Cameron: Do you think about us?
* * *
Henry: Every time after writing to you.
* * *
Cameron: I do too.
* * *
Henry: What do you imagine?
* * *
Cameron: How you taste. How I want to suck out every word you know from your cock. (Am I doing this right?)
* * *
Henry: (Cameron, God, yes.)
* * *
Cameron: And how your skin feels to touch. Can you tell me?
* * *
Henry: My stomach is gently muscled, smooth at the sides, progressively thickening with hair at the middle. The line umbrellas at my chest, a slight spring under your fingers from the curls. My nipples turn from silky to hard, and my skin explodes into goosebumps.
* * *
Cameron: This is making me rock hard. I’m restless under these sheets. They glide over my skin. When I touch myself, it feels like I’m touching you.
* * *
Henry: You are touching me.
* * *
Cameron: Where are your hands?
* * *
Henry: One clutching my phone. My thumb aches from typing one-handed, but not nearly as much as I ache lower.
* * *
Cameron: Your other hand?
* * *
Henry: Curled around my stiff length. What else do you imagine?
* * *
Cameron: I imagine stripping naked and dunking my body into the shower. Warm water cascades over my hair, shoulders, stomach. Drops onto my toes. Rivulets stream over my erection. I tighten a hand around myself and imagine you there with me, me on my knees, my hot, wet mouth wrapped around your tip, slowly feeding your length down my throat.
* * *
Henry: I can feel that.
* * *
Cameron: I’d stop before you came. You’d urge me up and drop to your knees, dig your nose into my pubes and breathe me in. You’d kiss my thighs, take my balls into your hot mouth. Then you’d drag your lips along my heavy cock, reveling in my moans. You’d rub my nipples, making me buck my hips toward you. You’d brace my hips and take me deep into your throat. I’d cry out in surprise.
* * *
Henry: I’m aching right now. You’re ruining me.
