Chapter 4
Blake finished the last bite of the chicken breast that Attis had made for him and Cam. He wondered about the looks he’d been getting from his lover all evening…Attis kept darting glances his way like he expected Blake to transform into a three-headed chicken at any moment. He frowned as those big hazel eyes darted his way yet again. What was going on? He noticed that Cam was giving him sort of a strange look too, and became even more wary. Cam pushed his chair back. “Dinner was great, Attis,” he told his brother. “Thanks. I’m going to my room, I want to call Victor and talk to him. Goodnight, guys.” He left the room hurriedly as Attis called a goodnight after his departing back.
Blake settled back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, Attis, out with it,” he said. “What’s going on?”
Attis squirmed in his chair visibly and looked rather nervous. “Ummm…there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, Blake,” he began.
Blake’s wariness increased even more. “What?” he asked, steeling himself to hear something he figured he wasn’t going to like at all.
Attis stared down at the tabletop. He used one slender finger to trace a pattern on the wood as he began: “I was just thinking…that I’d like to…see what it was like…”
“Attis, could we get on with this anytime tonight?” Blake interrupted him to say impatiently. “I would like to get some sleep later on.”
Attis looked contrite. “I want to…seewhatitsliketobeontop!” he yelled all in one breath.
Blake gave him a blank look. He’d barely understood that run-on sentence. “On top of what?” he asked.
Attis blinked. “Umm...on top of…you?” he said, making it a question.
Blake’s mouth slowly opened. “Do you mean that you want to fuck ME?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.
Attis nodded hurriedly. “It was just a thought,” he started to say quickly.
Blake shook his head to clear it. “I never thought that you’d ask to do that,” he said.
“I’m sorry, Blake; I know it’s crazy, but…”
Blake startled Attis by holding up a staying hand. “It's not crazy at all,” he said.
Attis’s brows drew together. “It isn’t?”
Blake chuffed. “No, of course not. We’re gay men, Attis. We don’t have to be like a straight couple, because we’ve both got dicks. I just never thought you’d want to do that, so I never suggested it, that’s all.”
Attis blinked. “You mean…that’s it’s okay?” he asked.
Blake sighed. “Of course its okay. You shouldn’t be so scared to ask me things. Do you think I’m going to shoot you if I get mad about what you said?”
Attis scratched at his green head. “That’s what Cam said, too,” he remarked. “And you’re both right. I’m just not used to living with somebody, and even you have to admit that you can be pretty grumpy when you’re in a mood, Blake.”
The detective shrugged. “I suppose I can be. But that’s just the way I am. And even if I’m cranky that doesn’t mean that I’m going to go ballistic and do something awful to you.”
“Oh, I know that, Blake,” Attis chirped. “I’m not scared of you. I just got kind of nervous about this because it’s sort of…well…embarrassing, is all,” he explained.
“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror when we do it, Attis?” Blake said dryly. “You’ve got NOTHING to be embarrassed about, buddy.”
When Attis gave him a blank look, he grinned. “You’re pretty big, Attis,” he told his lover. “In fact, that’s the only reason that I have reservations about what you just asked me. You’re big enough that I might be in some pain if I’m not careful.”
Attis looked startled. “I don’t want to hurt you, Blake,” he said, looking worried.
The detective waved a careless hand at him. “There are ways to get around that,” he told Attis.
“How?”
Blake snorted. “Have you ever heard of a dildo?” he asked.
Attis looked blank. “What’s that?”
“A fake plastic dick,” Blake said bluntly. “A sex toy. You can get them in various sizes, so I could get some smaller and some larger and use them to stretch myself to take you.”
Attis gaped at him as color swarmed up in the psychic’s pale cheeks. “Oh, “he said. “Ummm…”
Blake snorted again, this time in laughter. “It's funny to watch you get all bashful about sex,” he told his lover in amusement. “You’re not that way about anything else.”
“Well, we’ve only been doing it for a few months, and…” Attis began, squirming in his seat again.
“And you were a virgin before we hooked up. I get it. The thing is…is this really what you want? If it is, we’ll make it happen. But I’m warning you, this will not be happening all the time,” Blake added.
“No, that okay!” Attis said eagerly. “I just wanted to try it, Blake. To see what it’s like. I mean, it feels so good when you do it to me, and I just figured that you must feel good too…”
“Yes, I do,” Blake agreed. “All right. But if I do this for you, you’ve got to pay me back for my kindness.”
Attis looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Blake?”
The detective stood up slowly. “Let me show you,” he remarked with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Oooo, Blake!” Attis shrieked.
Blake chuckled breathlessly as he held Attis’s legs up in the air and drove himself in a powerful but leisurely manner into the squirming small body under him. “Do you get it now, Attis?” he asked.
The blank hazel eyes sharpened a little. “Ahh, yes, Blake,” Attis whimpered.
“Good. Yesss,” Blake hissed. “Just like that. Tighten those muscles, Attis,” he commanded, and the psychic did just that. He relished the groan he received in return for this maneuver. He couldn’t imagine that being on top felt any better than this. How could it? This was so very, VERY amazing! Attis wanted to scream in pleasure as Blake picked up the tempo of his thrusts even more. But just the thought of being able to do the same thing to Blake that Blake was doing to him right now – that threw him into a squealing, wailing, shuddering orgasm that wracked his body and left him a wrung out mass on the bed. He felt Blake find his own end, the big body arching over him as his lover came within him. He was very grateful that Cam had talked him into telling Blake what he wanted. See what could happen when you asked?
“So, I’ll be opening the bakery in a couple of days,” Cam said happily.
Victor looked up from his food and smiled. “That’s wonderful, Cam. I know that you’ll do well,” he replied. “Having tasted many of your creations over these last few weeks. You’re a talented baker.”
His praise made Cam feel warm and happy. He enjoyed baking for Victor, trying out various things on the bookstore owner. Fortunately Victor seemed to have a fast metabolism, and the sweets and breads weren’t making him put on weight. “Yeah, the only thing that I’m not looking forward to is getting up at four in the morning again,” he said with a grimace. “One of the hazards of being a baker.”
Victor nodded in understanding. Then he paused and said quietly: “Cam?”
“Yes?” he looked up into the direct light-blue eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
The blonde twirled his fork between his fingers. “We’ve been dating since you moved here, a little over two weeks now,” he said gravely.
Cam felt his stomach twist in anxiety. Was Victor…going to break up with him?! “Yeah,” he husked, trying to brace himself for bad news.
The bookstore owner sighed. He leaned forward so that his voice only reached Cam’s ears. “Do you want to have sex with me, Cam?” he asked bluntly.
He looked startled. Then his cheeks heated, and he made some choking noises. Victor waited patiently for him to be able to speak again. “Uhhh…of course I do!” he managed to get out after a moment.
“Then why haven’t we progressed past kissing and hand holding - except for that one incident in the movie theater - in the last few weeks?” Victor asked severely, pinning him with a look.
He squirmed in his seat. “I just…well…because I’m really nervous,” he sighed at last. “I’ve never been with another guy, Vic. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want to screw everything up.”
His earnest assertion made Victor shake his head. “You don’t have to worry, Cam,” he said gently. “I have enough experience for both of us. And truly, its not that much different than having sex with a woman, I assure you.”
Cam voiced the thought that had been making him the most anxious for the last few weeks or so. “Am I going to be…? I mean…?”
Victor unerringly understood what he was asking. "No, you don’t have to be the ‘woman’ if you don’t want to be, Cam,” he said reassuringly. “I’m a switch-hitter, and I have no problems whatsoever being on the bottom.”
Cam found himself relaxing so much he practically oozed out of his chair and onto the floor. “Oh, man, that’s great,” he said. “I’m not sure that I could…I mean…”
“It's scary for a man who has only been a heterosexual before this,” Victor agreed gently. “He worries about being emasculated. That he will be less of a man if he is penetrated like women are. It's fine, I completely understand. Now…do you want to have dessert, or shall we go to my apartment and have sex instead?”
Cam made some small noises in the back of his throat. “The second choice would be good,” he finally managed to say hoarsely.
Victor smiled slightly, his eyes agleam. “Pay the check, Cam,” he directed.
“Yeah,” he surged to his feet and made purposefully for the counter to pay the check, almost tripping over his own feet in his eagerness. Going out with Victor, living right next door to him, touching and kissing him but not going any further…it had been hard on him. REALLY hard! If he hadn’t been so nervous about the whole thing, he would have jumped Victor weeks ago. Now he pulled out his wallet and hurriedly handed the money to the woman behind the counter, as Victor got to his feet in a leisurely fashion and departed out the door to get into Cam’s truck and wait. He took back his change and practically ran over to leave the waiter a tip. Then he bolted out the door, jumping into his truck.
Cam started it up and drove quickly away, wanting to get back to their house as quickly as possible. Victor said nothing, but he cast Cam a sensual, smoldering look that made him drive even faster even though he knew he might get a ticket. He pulled up in front of the house/apartment building in a screech of tires. He glanced at Victor, who was taking off his seatbelt.
“Come inside, Cam,” he purred, getting out of the truck.
He did so. At record speeds, he got his own seatbelt undone and jumped out of his truck. He bolted down the sidewalk after Victor, practically frothing at the mouth. The blonde opened his door in a leisurely fashion, while Cam jigged behind him while trying to contain his excitement and arousal even a little. Finally Victor pushed his door open and stepped inside, turning on the lights in the living room. His house was as neat and uncluttered as his brain, with books lined up on shelves along one wall. He turned to Cam. “Come into the bedroom,” he said, holding out his hand.
Cam grasped the slender appendage and let the blonde draw him into his bedroom. Victor stopped and let go of his hand, switching on the light next to the bed. Then he turned and reached up slowly to begin removing his suit coat. “Take off your clothes, Cam,” he said in a low, soft voice that hypnotized him.
His mouth was dry as the Sahara as his fingers reached up to start on the buttons of the nice
shirt he was wearing. His eyes were fastened on his companion as Victor took off his coat and draped it neatly over a chair by the bed, then removed his bow tie and laid it over the coat. His movements were precise and careful, and Cam was enthralled by him. He was so aesthetically beautiful. When Victor began to unbutton his shirt, Cam forgot his own shirt and just stood there watching his soon-to-be lover taking off that crisp white shirt to reveal a pale, smooth chest with barely a scattering of blonde hairs here and there, two dark pink nipples, and a flat stomach.
Cam found that he liked looking at Victor’s body, and that he wasn’t put off by the fact that there were no breasts on that smooth expanse. His breath caught as the blonde began to ease his pants down off of his legs, and his fingers resumed work on his own shirt. He couldn’t wait to get naked with Victor. He managed to get his pants off at light speed, and when he looked up a naked Victor was standing nearby looking at his body.
The blonde’s eyes roamed over him, and a small smile touched his lips. “You are beautiful, Cam,” he said.
Beautiful? Cam shook his head doubtfully. Victor stepped toward him, and Cam found himself looking at the erect cock swaying between the other man’s legs. He’d seen a few naked men in his life, but never one with a hard-on before…it was weird, but since it belonged to Victor it wasn’t off putting at all for him. Victor reached out and set a slim, long-fingered hand in the middle of his chest. He dragged in a shuddering breath as those fingers began to move, exploring his pectorals and his shivering stomach muscles.
“Touch me, Cam,” he said throatily.
Cam reached out, and his fingers found that pale skin to be as soft as it looked. It was an interesting contrast to the muscles underneath, and he found himself fascinated. Victor’s breath caught when his fingers slid over one of those dark-pink nipples, and he repeated that caress a few times to make them perk up and flush with blood. Victor’s fingers in turn found his nipples, and Cam discovered the pleasure of fingers pulling and rubbing at his sensitive male nipples.
Their mouths met, and they were chest-to-chest together as their tongues mated. Cam’s arms closed around Victor, and his hands came to rest at the small of the other man’s back. They rubbed up and down as the kiss continued, and Cam experienced the odd sensation of his cock sliding over another man’s for the first time. That felt really good, the frotting of their erections. It made him pull Victor closer to get more of the sensation.
They finally pulled apart, staring into each other’s eyes. Victor pushed his belly against Cam’s. “You feel so good,” he purred, making Cam shudder a little.
Victor pulled out of his embrace, but only so that he could sink to his knees slowly. “Mmm, you’re pretty big, Cam,” he said as he curled his hand over the cock twitching between his thighs.
“Uhh,” was his first reply. Then he managed to husk: “Not as big as my brother.”
Victor’s brows shot up as he glanced at Cam’s face. “Really? How do you know that?”
“B-Because,” he got out, even though the feel of Victor’s fingers lightly stroking him was killing his concentration. “I’ve only seen him naked when he’s not hard, but he’s bigger than me even when he’s soft.”
“Goodness. Little big man, eh? I’ve heard that often happens,” Victor remarked. “But this is plenty for me,” he added as he bent his blonde head and engulfed Cam’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, pushing forward a little. Victor’s pink lips were moving back and forth on him, taking him in so sweetly…
“Shit,” Cam hissed next, because he could feel that he was already about to come. Having Victor give him a blow job was just too exciting, especially when he hadn’t gotten this kind of attention for months. He buried his fingers in the blonde locks and tugged urgently. “Victor, I’m going to…” he groaned.
A tongue swirled over the glans of his penis, and the blue eyes lifted briefly as Victor nodded just a bit. He recognized permission, and let forth a low sound as his body bucked and he began to spurt. The sight of Victor swallowing his load made him feel very hot and a little insane. Cam reached down and grabbed the other man, throwing him backward onto the bed. Then he fell on Victor, a little crazed and totally worked up. That orgasm hadn’t been nearly enough to sate him.
The blonde looked startled at first to be tossed onto his bed, but then he moaned in appreciation as Cam straddled him and began to kiss every bit of skin that he could reach. Big hands slid down his sides and over his legs as Cam’s tongue traced every muscle. Teeth nibbled at his nipples lightly, and he arched into the caress. It was nice, he thought dimly, to see Cam losing his inhibitions about touching another man. There was no hesitation in his movements, and one of his hands found Victor’s cock and took a hold of it as he nipped at one of Victor’s collarbones.
“Cam,” he moaned helplessly, enjoying the attention. “Yes…”
“I love touching you,” Cam growled against his stomach, just before he licked the shivering skin.
Victor ran his hands over Cam’s shoulders as the other man knelt between his legs and kissed his thighs. He loved touching Cam just as much as Cam loved touching him. All of that muscle and power, combined with a kind and artistic nature…what wasn’t to like? He drew in a sharp breath as Cam reached his cock at last, and it jumped as his new lover studied it.
Finally, tentatively, Cam stuck out his tongue and touched the very tip with it. Victor gasped, knowing how much doing something like that must have cost Cam. “Ohh,” he said, spreading his legs even further to encourage Cam.
Cam licked at the shaft in an untutored way that still felt very, very good. “Cam…mmm,” he gasped.
Victor finally reached down and pushed the curly head away, making Cam give him a puzzled look. “I…I want to come,” Victor gasped, “But I want it to be with you inside of me, Cam.”
Cam’s hazel eyes darkened at his words, and Victor rolled away to grab the things he kept in his bedside dresser. He tossed a condom packet and a tube of lube to Cam as he returned to his spread out position on the bed. He watched in anticipation as Cam opened the packet and rolled a condom onto his fairly substantial cock, then picked up the tube. He looked at Victor questioningly, and the blonde said: “Put some on yourself, then on your fingers.”
Cam nodded and tentatively squirted some lube on his dick, coating the condom. After that, he put more on his fingers. Victor directed him: “Push your finger inside of me, Cam. You need to get me ready for you.”
Cam reached down between his legs and probed at the pink ring of muscle there. He was hesitant, but Victor said in a slightly amused voice: “Just push it in, Cam. You won’t hurt me, I swear.”
He did as he was told, thrusting his finger inside of Victor’s body. A small sound made him look up in concern, but the blonde only smiled at him. “That’s right, just like that,” he told Cam. “Move it in and out a bit now.”
Cam moved his finger, feeling the tight clinging muscles around it. Victor was moving his hips, lifting them to help Cam along in loosening him up. “Try another one,” the blonde gasped after a moment.
Cam licked at his lips and inserted another finger. Victor moaned lowly, his thigh muscles twitching a little. “All right,” he said hoarsely. “Enough. Pull them out and put yourself in, Cam.”
He pulled his fingers out, eager and ready. Victor lifted his hips again to make it easier for Cam to find the mark. He took himself in hand and positioned his cock at the entrance into Victor’s body, pushing a bit. The head rubbed against the ring but didn’t break through. “Push harder,” Victor gasped. “I won’t break.”
Cam gritted his teeth a little and pushed forward. This time he broke through, and his breath left him explosively at the tightness. “Push harder, get it all inside,” Victor gasped.
Cam groaned and thrust hard. He sank inside, and Victor made a small sound of pain. But he also wound his legs over Cam’s hips to keep him from trying to withdraw. “Just…give me a moment,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t move.”
Cam was happy to stay still, buried in hot, velvet tightness. He looked down at Victor’s face at the closed eyes and open pink lips. He felt a surge of lust and some other, much deeper emotion. Finally Victor’s eyes opened. “Cam,” he said throatily, “Come up here,” he held up his arms, and
Cam moved until his hands were braced on either side of Victor’s body.
He dipped his head, and their mouths met as he began to make small thrusts up into Victor’s body. The blonde moaned into their kiss, his hands running up and down Cam’s back. He began to undulate his body a little, and they moved together as they found a pace that was comfortable for both of them. Cam began to suck on Victor’s tongue as he surged and thrust. This was so good! And even better because it was Victor that he was making love to. Now he knew how his brother felt about having sex with Blake. There was nothing like being with someone that you loved, nothing in the whole world that was better.
He felt Victor shiver under him, and then the man began to come. His cock had been sliding up and down against Cam’s abdomen all this time, and he didn’t even need to touch it to start coming. He made noises into Cam’s mouth, and those velvet muscles tightened and gripped at him in a manner that made him lose himself. Cam thrust several times more, but he couldn’t hold out. He came, groaning into Victor’s mouth, shuddering as the pleasure of his orgasm overwhelmed him.
He half-fell on top of Victor, trying not to squash him but pretty much out of it. His shoulders heaved as he tried to get any of his breath back. “Cam,” his lover breathed, and a hand closed over the back of his neck and stroked it caressingly. “See, that wasn’t scary at all, was it?”
“No,” he agreed hoarsely. “It definitely wasn’t scary.”
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Blake finished the last bite of the chicken breast that Attis had made for him and Cam. He wondered about the looks he’d been getting from his lover all evening…Attis kept darting glances his way like he expected Blake to transform into a three-headed chicken at any moment. He frowned as those big hazel eyes darted his way yet again. What was going on? He noticed that Cam was giving him sort of a strange look too, and became even more wary. Cam pushed his chair back. “Dinner was great, Attis,” he told his brother. “Thanks. I’m going to my room, I want to call Victor and talk to him. Goodnight, guys.” He left the room hurriedly as Attis called a goodnight after his departing back.
Blake settled back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, Attis, out with it,” he said. “What’s going on?”
Attis squirmed in his chair visibly and looked rather nervous. “Ummm…there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, Blake,” he began.
Blake’s wariness increased even more. “What?” he asked, steeling himself to hear something he figured he wasn’t going to like at all.
Attis stared down at the tabletop. He used one slender finger to trace a pattern on the wood as he began: “I was just thinking…that I’d like to…see what it was like…”
“Attis, could we get on with this anytime tonight?” Blake interrupted him to say impatiently. “I would like to get some sleep later on.”
Attis looked contrite. “I want to…seewhatitsliketobeontop!” he yelled all in one breath.
Blake gave him a blank look. He’d barely understood that run-on sentence. “On top of what?” he asked.
Attis blinked. “Umm...on top of…you?” he said, making it a question.
Blake’s mouth slowly opened. “Do you mean that you want to fuck ME?!” he exclaimed in disbelief.
Attis nodded hurriedly. “It was just a thought,” he started to say quickly.
Blake shook his head to clear it. “I never thought that you’d ask to do that,” he said.
“I’m sorry, Blake; I know it’s crazy, but…”
Blake startled Attis by holding up a staying hand. “It's not crazy at all,” he said.
Attis’s brows drew together. “It isn’t?”
Blake chuffed. “No, of course not. We’re gay men, Attis. We don’t have to be like a straight couple, because we’ve both got dicks. I just never thought you’d want to do that, so I never suggested it, that’s all.”
Attis blinked. “You mean…that’s it’s okay?” he asked.
Blake sighed. “Of course its okay. You shouldn’t be so scared to ask me things. Do you think I’m going to shoot you if I get mad about what you said?”
Attis scratched at his green head. “That’s what Cam said, too,” he remarked. “And you’re both right. I’m just not used to living with somebody, and even you have to admit that you can be pretty grumpy when you’re in a mood, Blake.”
The detective shrugged. “I suppose I can be. But that’s just the way I am. And even if I’m cranky that doesn’t mean that I’m going to go ballistic and do something awful to you.”
“Oh, I know that, Blake,” Attis chirped. “I’m not scared of you. I just got kind of nervous about this because it’s sort of…well…embarrassing, is all,” he explained.
“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror when we do it, Attis?” Blake said dryly. “You’ve got NOTHING to be embarrassed about, buddy.”
When Attis gave him a blank look, he grinned. “You’re pretty big, Attis,” he told his lover. “In fact, that’s the only reason that I have reservations about what you just asked me. You’re big enough that I might be in some pain if I’m not careful.”
Attis looked startled. “I don’t want to hurt you, Blake,” he said, looking worried.
The detective waved a careless hand at him. “There are ways to get around that,” he told Attis.
“How?”
Blake snorted. “Have you ever heard of a dildo?” he asked.
Attis looked blank. “What’s that?”
“A fake plastic dick,” Blake said bluntly. “A sex toy. You can get them in various sizes, so I could get some smaller and some larger and use them to stretch myself to take you.”
Attis gaped at him as color swarmed up in the psychic’s pale cheeks. “Oh, “he said. “Ummm…”
Blake snorted again, this time in laughter. “It's funny to watch you get all bashful about sex,” he told his lover in amusement. “You’re not that way about anything else.”
“Well, we’ve only been doing it for a few months, and…” Attis began, squirming in his seat again.
“And you were a virgin before we hooked up. I get it. The thing is…is this really what you want? If it is, we’ll make it happen. But I’m warning you, this will not be happening all the time,” Blake added.
“No, that okay!” Attis said eagerly. “I just wanted to try it, Blake. To see what it’s like. I mean, it feels so good when you do it to me, and I just figured that you must feel good too…”
“Yes, I do,” Blake agreed. “All right. But if I do this for you, you’ve got to pay me back for my kindness.”
Attis looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Blake?”
The detective stood up slowly. “Let me show you,” he remarked with an evil gleam in his eyes.
“Oooo, Blake!” Attis shrieked.
Blake chuckled breathlessly as he held Attis’s legs up in the air and drove himself in a powerful but leisurely manner into the squirming small body under him. “Do you get it now, Attis?” he asked.
The blank hazel eyes sharpened a little. “Ahh, yes, Blake,” Attis whimpered.
“Good. Yesss,” Blake hissed. “Just like that. Tighten those muscles, Attis,” he commanded, and the psychic did just that. He relished the groan he received in return for this maneuver. He couldn’t imagine that being on top felt any better than this. How could it? This was so very, VERY amazing! Attis wanted to scream in pleasure as Blake picked up the tempo of his thrusts even more. But just the thought of being able to do the same thing to Blake that Blake was doing to him right now – that threw him into a squealing, wailing, shuddering orgasm that wracked his body and left him a wrung out mass on the bed. He felt Blake find his own end, the big body arching over him as his lover came within him. He was very grateful that Cam had talked him into telling Blake what he wanted. See what could happen when you asked?
“So, I’ll be opening the bakery in a couple of days,” Cam said happily.
Victor looked up from his food and smiled. “That’s wonderful, Cam. I know that you’ll do well,” he replied. “Having tasted many of your creations over these last few weeks. You’re a talented baker.”
His praise made Cam feel warm and happy. He enjoyed baking for Victor, trying out various things on the bookstore owner. Fortunately Victor seemed to have a fast metabolism, and the sweets and breads weren’t making him put on weight. “Yeah, the only thing that I’m not looking forward to is getting up at four in the morning again,” he said with a grimace. “One of the hazards of being a baker.”
Victor nodded in understanding. Then he paused and said quietly: “Cam?”
“Yes?” he looked up into the direct light-blue eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses.
The blonde twirled his fork between his fingers. “We’ve been dating since you moved here, a little over two weeks now,” he said gravely.
Cam felt his stomach twist in anxiety. Was Victor…going to break up with him?! “Yeah,” he husked, trying to brace himself for bad news.
The bookstore owner sighed. He leaned forward so that his voice only reached Cam’s ears. “Do you want to have sex with me, Cam?” he asked bluntly.
He looked startled. Then his cheeks heated, and he made some choking noises. Victor waited patiently for him to be able to speak again. “Uhhh…of course I do!” he managed to get out after a moment.
“Then why haven’t we progressed past kissing and hand holding - except for that one incident in the movie theater - in the last few weeks?” Victor asked severely, pinning him with a look.
He squirmed in his seat. “I just…well…because I’m really nervous,” he sighed at last. “I’ve never been with another guy, Vic. I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t want to screw everything up.”
His earnest assertion made Victor shake his head. “You don’t have to worry, Cam,” he said gently. “I have enough experience for both of us. And truly, its not that much different than having sex with a woman, I assure you.”
Cam voiced the thought that had been making him the most anxious for the last few weeks or so. “Am I going to be…? I mean…?”
Victor unerringly understood what he was asking. "No, you don’t have to be the ‘woman’ if you don’t want to be, Cam,” he said reassuringly. “I’m a switch-hitter, and I have no problems whatsoever being on the bottom.”
Cam found himself relaxing so much he practically oozed out of his chair and onto the floor. “Oh, man, that’s great,” he said. “I’m not sure that I could…I mean…”
“It's scary for a man who has only been a heterosexual before this,” Victor agreed gently. “He worries about being emasculated. That he will be less of a man if he is penetrated like women are. It's fine, I completely understand. Now…do you want to have dessert, or shall we go to my apartment and have sex instead?”
Cam made some small noises in the back of his throat. “The second choice would be good,” he finally managed to say hoarsely.
Victor smiled slightly, his eyes agleam. “Pay the check, Cam,” he directed.
“Yeah,” he surged to his feet and made purposefully for the counter to pay the check, almost tripping over his own feet in his eagerness. Going out with Victor, living right next door to him, touching and kissing him but not going any further…it had been hard on him. REALLY hard! If he hadn’t been so nervous about the whole thing, he would have jumped Victor weeks ago. Now he pulled out his wallet and hurriedly handed the money to the woman behind the counter, as Victor got to his feet in a leisurely fashion and departed out the door to get into Cam’s truck and wait. He took back his change and practically ran over to leave the waiter a tip. Then he bolted out the door, jumping into his truck.
Cam started it up and drove quickly away, wanting to get back to their house as quickly as possible. Victor said nothing, but he cast Cam a sensual, smoldering look that made him drive even faster even though he knew he might get a ticket. He pulled up in front of the house/apartment building in a screech of tires. He glanced at Victor, who was taking off his seatbelt.
“Come inside, Cam,” he purred, getting out of the truck.
He did so. At record speeds, he got his own seatbelt undone and jumped out of his truck. He bolted down the sidewalk after Victor, practically frothing at the mouth. The blonde opened his door in a leisurely fashion, while Cam jigged behind him while trying to contain his excitement and arousal even a little. Finally Victor pushed his door open and stepped inside, turning on the lights in the living room. His house was as neat and uncluttered as his brain, with books lined up on shelves along one wall. He turned to Cam. “Come into the bedroom,” he said, holding out his hand.
Cam grasped the slender appendage and let the blonde draw him into his bedroom. Victor stopped and let go of his hand, switching on the light next to the bed. Then he turned and reached up slowly to begin removing his suit coat. “Take off your clothes, Cam,” he said in a low, soft voice that hypnotized him.
His mouth was dry as the Sahara as his fingers reached up to start on the buttons of the nice
shirt he was wearing. His eyes were fastened on his companion as Victor took off his coat and draped it neatly over a chair by the bed, then removed his bow tie and laid it over the coat. His movements were precise and careful, and Cam was enthralled by him. He was so aesthetically beautiful. When Victor began to unbutton his shirt, Cam forgot his own shirt and just stood there watching his soon-to-be lover taking off that crisp white shirt to reveal a pale, smooth chest with barely a scattering of blonde hairs here and there, two dark pink nipples, and a flat stomach.
Cam found that he liked looking at Victor’s body, and that he wasn’t put off by the fact that there were no breasts on that smooth expanse. His breath caught as the blonde began to ease his pants down off of his legs, and his fingers resumed work on his own shirt. He couldn’t wait to get naked with Victor. He managed to get his pants off at light speed, and when he looked up a naked Victor was standing nearby looking at his body.
The blonde’s eyes roamed over him, and a small smile touched his lips. “You are beautiful, Cam,” he said.
Beautiful? Cam shook his head doubtfully. Victor stepped toward him, and Cam found himself looking at the erect cock swaying between the other man’s legs. He’d seen a few naked men in his life, but never one with a hard-on before…it was weird, but since it belonged to Victor it wasn’t off putting at all for him. Victor reached out and set a slim, long-fingered hand in the middle of his chest. He dragged in a shuddering breath as those fingers began to move, exploring his pectorals and his shivering stomach muscles.
“Touch me, Cam,” he said throatily.
Cam reached out, and his fingers found that pale skin to be as soft as it looked. It was an interesting contrast to the muscles underneath, and he found himself fascinated. Victor’s breath caught when his fingers slid over one of those dark-pink nipples, and he repeated that caress a few times to make them perk up and flush with blood. Victor’s fingers in turn found his nipples, and Cam discovered the pleasure of fingers pulling and rubbing at his sensitive male nipples.
Their mouths met, and they were chest-to-chest together as their tongues mated. Cam’s arms closed around Victor, and his hands came to rest at the small of the other man’s back. They rubbed up and down as the kiss continued, and Cam experienced the odd sensation of his cock sliding over another man’s for the first time. That felt really good, the frotting of their erections. It made him pull Victor closer to get more of the sensation.
They finally pulled apart, staring into each other’s eyes. Victor pushed his belly against Cam’s. “You feel so good,” he purred, making Cam shudder a little.
Victor pulled out of his embrace, but only so that he could sink to his knees slowly. “Mmm, you’re pretty big, Cam,” he said as he curled his hand over the cock twitching between his thighs.
“Uhh,” was his first reply. Then he managed to husk: “Not as big as my brother.”
Victor’s brows shot up as he glanced at Cam’s face. “Really? How do you know that?”
“B-Because,” he got out, even though the feel of Victor’s fingers lightly stroking him was killing his concentration. “I’ve only seen him naked when he’s not hard, but he’s bigger than me even when he’s soft.”
“Goodness. Little big man, eh? I’ve heard that often happens,” Victor remarked. “But this is plenty for me,” he added as he bent his blonde head and engulfed Cam’s cock in his mouth.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, pushing forward a little. Victor’s pink lips were moving back and forth on him, taking him in so sweetly…
“Shit,” Cam hissed next, because he could feel that he was already about to come. Having Victor give him a blow job was just too exciting, especially when he hadn’t gotten this kind of attention for months. He buried his fingers in the blonde locks and tugged urgently. “Victor, I’m going to…” he groaned.
A tongue swirled over the glans of his penis, and the blue eyes lifted briefly as Victor nodded just a bit. He recognized permission, and let forth a low sound as his body bucked and he began to spurt. The sight of Victor swallowing his load made him feel very hot and a little insane. Cam reached down and grabbed the other man, throwing him backward onto the bed. Then he fell on Victor, a little crazed and totally worked up. That orgasm hadn’t been nearly enough to sate him.
The blonde looked startled at first to be tossed onto his bed, but then he moaned in appreciation as Cam straddled him and began to kiss every bit of skin that he could reach. Big hands slid down his sides and over his legs as Cam’s tongue traced every muscle. Teeth nibbled at his nipples lightly, and he arched into the caress. It was nice, he thought dimly, to see Cam losing his inhibitions about touching another man. There was no hesitation in his movements, and one of his hands found Victor’s cock and took a hold of it as he nipped at one of Victor’s collarbones.
“Cam,” he moaned helplessly, enjoying the attention. “Yes…”
“I love touching you,” Cam growled against his stomach, just before he licked the shivering skin.
Victor ran his hands over Cam’s shoulders as the other man knelt between his legs and kissed his thighs. He loved touching Cam just as much as Cam loved touching him. All of that muscle and power, combined with a kind and artistic nature…what wasn’t to like? He drew in a sharp breath as Cam reached his cock at last, and it jumped as his new lover studied it.
Finally, tentatively, Cam stuck out his tongue and touched the very tip with it. Victor gasped, knowing how much doing something like that must have cost Cam. “Ohh,” he said, spreading his legs even further to encourage Cam.
Cam licked at the shaft in an untutored way that still felt very, very good. “Cam…mmm,” he gasped.
Victor finally reached down and pushed the curly head away, making Cam give him a puzzled look. “I…I want to come,” Victor gasped, “But I want it to be with you inside of me, Cam.”
Cam’s hazel eyes darkened at his words, and Victor rolled away to grab the things he kept in his bedside dresser. He tossed a condom packet and a tube of lube to Cam as he returned to his spread out position on the bed. He watched in anticipation as Cam opened the packet and rolled a condom onto his fairly substantial cock, then picked up the tube. He looked at Victor questioningly, and the blonde said: “Put some on yourself, then on your fingers.”
Cam nodded and tentatively squirted some lube on his dick, coating the condom. After that, he put more on his fingers. Victor directed him: “Push your finger inside of me, Cam. You need to get me ready for you.”
Cam reached down between his legs and probed at the pink ring of muscle there. He was hesitant, but Victor said in a slightly amused voice: “Just push it in, Cam. You won’t hurt me, I swear.”
He did as he was told, thrusting his finger inside of Victor’s body. A small sound made him look up in concern, but the blonde only smiled at him. “That’s right, just like that,” he told Cam. “Move it in and out a bit now.”
Cam moved his finger, feeling the tight clinging muscles around it. Victor was moving his hips, lifting them to help Cam along in loosening him up. “Try another one,” the blonde gasped after a moment.
Cam licked at his lips and inserted another finger. Victor moaned lowly, his thigh muscles twitching a little. “All right,” he said hoarsely. “Enough. Pull them out and put yourself in, Cam.”
He pulled his fingers out, eager and ready. Victor lifted his hips again to make it easier for Cam to find the mark. He took himself in hand and positioned his cock at the entrance into Victor’s body, pushing a bit. The head rubbed against the ring but didn’t break through. “Push harder,” Victor gasped. “I won’t break.”
Cam gritted his teeth a little and pushed forward. This time he broke through, and his breath left him explosively at the tightness. “Push harder, get it all inside,” Victor gasped.
Cam groaned and thrust hard. He sank inside, and Victor made a small sound of pain. But he also wound his legs over Cam’s hips to keep him from trying to withdraw. “Just…give me a moment,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t move.”
Cam was happy to stay still, buried in hot, velvet tightness. He looked down at Victor’s face at the closed eyes and open pink lips. He felt a surge of lust and some other, much deeper emotion. Finally Victor’s eyes opened. “Cam,” he said throatily, “Come up here,” he held up his arms, and
Cam moved until his hands were braced on either side of Victor’s body.
He dipped his head, and their mouths met as he began to make small thrusts up into Victor’s body. The blonde moaned into their kiss, his hands running up and down Cam’s back. He began to undulate his body a little, and they moved together as they found a pace that was comfortable for both of them. Cam began to suck on Victor’s tongue as he surged and thrust. This was so good! And even better because it was Victor that he was making love to. Now he knew how his brother felt about having sex with Blake. There was nothing like being with someone that you loved, nothing in the whole world that was better.
He felt Victor shiver under him, and then the man began to come. His cock had been sliding up and down against Cam’s abdomen all this time, and he didn’t even need to touch it to start coming. He made noises into Cam’s mouth, and those velvet muscles tightened and gripped at him in a manner that made him lose himself. Cam thrust several times more, but he couldn’t hold out. He came, groaning into Victor’s mouth, shuddering as the pleasure of his orgasm overwhelmed him.
He half-fell on top of Victor, trying not to squash him but pretty much out of it. His shoulders heaved as he tried to get any of his breath back. “Cam,” his lover breathed, and a hand closed over the back of his neck and stroked it caressingly. “See, that wasn’t scary at all, was it?”
“No,” he agreed hoarsely. “It definitely wasn’t scary.”
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