Sam

Late October

I rubbed my clammy palms on my oversized T-shirt, knowing wiping them on my leather pants wouldn't help. I'd purchased my own so I didn't have to borrow Alex's anymore since Cameron and I frequented Mix It Up's Kink Nights. The T-shirt I was currently wearing over my harness covered my scars nicely.

The scars had healed quickly under the attentive care of the best untrained nurse ever, and the euphoria I got when I saw myself in the mirror was worth the pain and discomfort. I'd even met with my surgeon for my next set of appointments, ones to prepare me for my phalloplasty. Cameron had opted not to get one years ago, and I was beyond okay with that since it was his decision anyway, but I longed to one day fuck my boyfriend with my own flesh-and-blood dick, one permanently attached to my body. I couldn't wait.

"Baby, are you ready? Ethan and the guys will be here in five," Cameron called from the living room, and I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time before heading down the hallway.

I grabbed a coat from the front closet, grinning at the man I loved as I slipped it on. I handed him the one I knew he was planning to wear tonight, and he smiled his thanks.

"You look so hot, boy," I growled out as I lasciviously scanned his outfit before he could cover it up. He was wearing the shortest white shorts a person could wear before they were considered underwear with an off-the-shoulder crop top tie-dyed in the blue and pink colors of the trans flag. I loved that he'd been embracing his more flamboyant side lately. I suspected his new friendship with Alex had helped bring him out of his shell.

As I shifted my weight, trying to find some friction, I was reminded that my dick was definitely not complaining.

Cameron leaned into my chest, his palms flattened against my thin T-shirt under my peacoat. I shivered at his touch, loving that he still made me feel this way even after a year of being together. "Thank you, Daddy. You look positively edible yourself."

I grinned. "Yeah? I may have to take you up on the edible part later tonight."

He winked at me. "You're on."

The doorbell rang, and a flurry of activity interrupted our flirting as some of the guys from the Daddies and Subs Club—which had picked up some other members over the past several months—filed into our living room, already discussing carpooling arrangements.

After a few minutes, we were off.

Attending Kink Night together had become a habit of our club, and the Daddies and subs often split to ride together in groups. The Daddies, of course, drove closely enough behind our boys to make sure they stayed safe the whole way.

Ethan glanced over at me from the driver's seat. "So tonight's the big night, huh?"

I blushed, hoping the darkness around us hid my heated cheeks from Anson, Zander, and Ethan as I rubbed my palm over the tiny lump in my right pants pocket, just to make sure it was still there. "Yup."

Anson leaned forward from the backseat. Thankfully, Ethan's truck had an extended cab so Anson and Zander hadn't had to squeeze into the back. I suspected they were grateful for the full seat—I definitely would've been. "Really? Congrats, man!" He patted me on the shoulder.

I laughed lightly, and it sounded nervous even to me. "I haven't asked him yet."

Ethan chuckled warmly beside me as we pulled into the parking lot. "He'll say yes."

"I agree," Anson chimed in.

Zander was nodding as I glanced back. "He definitely will. He loves you, man."

"Thanks, guys. I hope you're right."

***

The club was full, as it always was on Kink Night. Staff was scurrying everywhere as our group walked in together, and I spotted Henry behind the bar and waved when I caught his eye. He nodded back in the middle of pouring a drink from the tap with a smile.

Henry had become close to our expanding club, especially Tristan, though Cameron and I were the only ones who seemed to have noticed the interest the older man had taken in Cameron's bestie. I still cracked up at Tristan's antics every time we hung out. Which was a lot, since he still popped over every so often with food for both of us.

After he'd walked in on us a few times in compromising positions, he'd started calling before coming over or at least knocking and waiting for a response before barging into Cameron's—our—house.

God, I loved that it was ours now.

I fingered the ring in my pocket again, as had become my habit since we'd left the house. We secured our regular booth and sat through a couple of the more tame demonstrations, sipping drinks and enjoying lively conversation. The boys were out dancing on the floor under the watchful eye of Ethan, Anson, Zander, myself, and even Henry. He was subtle about it, but his eyes drifted to Tristan with regularity.

I wouldn't be surprised if they hooked up soon. Or maybe they already had.

The music quieted, the emcee took the stage for the next "demonstration," and my heart started racing. Ethan, Anson, and Zander eyed me, knowing what was coming next. Henry even looked my way with a knowing smile. I'd run my plan by him to make sure I could co-opt Kink Night. He'd been thrilled for me and agreed with a huge smile and congratulations.

I was like ninety-eight-percent sure Cameron would say yes, but I wished I had the confidence of all my friends. Because getting up in front of a packed club like this wasn't exactly my idea of a good time, and it made all my fear of rejection come back. If I'd gotten it wrong, I wasn't sure how I would survive it.

But Cameron had helped me move past that when he spanked me. He did it from time to time when the fear got really loud and I needed to get out of my head. Of course, spanking wasn't a cure of any sort, and some days, I still struggled to do brave things. But then I'd think back to those days, remember the pain in my ass and how Cameron took care of me so well every damn time. It reminded me of just how brave I really was, and I'd square my shoulders and take the leap.

I loved Cameron anyway, but I loved him even more for that.

The emcee waited until everyone had quieted before speaking up. "For our next demonstration, we have something a little different for all of you."

I scanned the crowd and met Cameron's curious gaze. He was standing with the other subs off to the side, having not made their way back to us yet. His eyes had questions in them, and I watched them widen as I stood.

Then my name echoed through the club. "Sam Coleson, please come to the stage."

Cameron's mouth dropped open as I moved forward, brushing his hand with my own as I passed him while winking at Tristan. I saw my boyfriend's gaze shoot to his friend's before they were out of my line of sight.

When I reached the stage, I climbed the stairs carefully. The emcee stepped aside, dramatically bowing as he offered me the microphone with a flourish. I stood in front of the mic stand, taking in the sea of people. I'd never been one for crowds, and I squinted in the bright lights before taking a breath and calming myself.

Then I was ready.

"One of the first nights I came to Mix It Up happened to be a Kink Night just like this one. I was a newly out trans gay man, and honestly, coming here felt like coming home. You welcomed me without even knowing it, and I thank you all for that."

Near the back, a few dudes I didn't know cheered, and the crowd laughed. I smiled, thankful that they'd broken the tension.

"Thank you for that, too." I cleared my throat. "But what happened that night changed my life forever. Because that night, I crashed into the man I now love. Actually, he saved me from a transphobic drunk dude."

I found Cameron's eyes then, his gorgeous blue irises shining in the rainbow lights surrounding the dance floor. "Babe, I've gotta be honest—that was hot." I watched a laugh bubble out of my boy as tears filled his eyes.

The crowd laughed again, and a few more whoops and hollers rang out.

"Cameron changed my life that night, and he's saved me so many times over since then." I locked eyes with him as Tristan pushed him forward as we'd planned. Cameron was soon walking to the edge of the stage, and the crowd parted around him as Tris led him up next to me. I glanced over at the emcee, who smiled and grabbed the mic out of the stand, handing it to me.

When my boyfriend, my love, my everything stopped at my side, I turned to him and dropped to one knee. A collective gasp echoed in the room as I pulled out the ring I'd kept hidden in my pocket all night and held it up to him. I'd chosen a simple platinum band embedded with a ring of tiny diamonds, one I knew would be perfect for the man I loved.

Cameron's face lit up, his eyes sparkling even through his tears, as he held a trembling hand up to his mouth.

"Baby, I love you more than life itself. You are everything I always wanted but never knew I could find until you showed me what love really is." And he had, keeping his promise to be open and vulnerable with me, showing me how much he loved me every day. "I'm yours forever. Cameron Locke, will you marry me?"

Tears spilled down my boy's cheeks as he nodded, trying to hold in his sobs. When he started speaking, I held the mic to his mouth so everyone could hear his response. I hoped it would be a good one.

"Yes, Sam, yes, I'll marry you." His voice broke, and I grinned so wide my face hurt. "I love you so much, baby, and I can't wait to be your husband."

The crowd erupted as I slid the ring on his finger then scooped Cameron up in my arms and pulled him to me, fusing our lips together, buoyed by the collective joy in the room. We were both breathing hard when we pulled away, the cheering surrounding us making us both blush as we turned to the crowd. We waved sheepishly, bowing a little as the emcee swooped in, taking the mic.

"One last congratulations to Sam and Cameron!" he yelled, and clapping and cheering exploded again. I surveyed the crowd, finding Henry clapping and smiling by the bar, Ethan, Zander, and Anson nodding their congratulations at me, and the boys cheering exuberantly as we finally stepped off the stage.

The next demonstration commenced, an edging session I would've found super hot if I wasn't so euphoric at the fact that my Cameron was now my fiancé. I hugged him close as he sat on my lap and nibbled at my ear.

"Daddy, I want to go home now. We need to celebrate."

I pulled back to find his gaze, and that unique combination of love and lust he'd perfected over the last nine months shone in his eyes. It took my breath away every time, but this time was different. It was more.

And I had to have him.

Turning him in my lap, I pushed to my feet, wrapping his legs around my waist. The men at our table started catcalling and whistling at our very obvious intent.

Ethan was closest, and I managed to hear him over the music that had just started back up as he handed me the keys to his truck. "Go. Have fun. Enjoy each other."

"Thank you for this." I tipped my head at the keys now in my hand. "And we intend to," I shot back with a grin, and the table clapped and cheered.

Then I walked us out to his truck, strapped Cameron in the passenger seat, and hurried home as fast as the speed limit would allow.

As we fell into bed, Cameron moaning as my lubed fingers slid inside him, I breathed, "God, baby, I love the way you make me feel."

His back arched as I slid in a third finger. "Daddy, please, more. I need you. It feels so good."

I nodded, pulling my fingers out and reaching for the already covered dildo, his favorite one with slight ridging. But just as I pressed the red toy against his hole, he put a hand on my head. I lifted it to look at him, questions in his eyes. "Daddy, I want to suck you off. Like that night. Remember?"

I held his sensual gaze, pushing up to my hands and knees. "Yes, boy, I remember so well. You were so good for me then. You're always so good for me. When you want to be."

He laughed as I turned in the bed, and when his mouth was on my dick and mine on his, I pressed the dildo—my cock—up against his hole. As it slipped in, Cameron closed his mouth over my t-dick and sucked hard. My back arched atop him and I shouted, retaining enough presence of mind to slowly push my cock further inside him as I sucked his dick into my mouth.

And just like that night, every movement from one of us set off a chain reaction in the other until our pleasure built into a crescendo, a high that I never wanted to come down from.

We tensed in unison, coming hard together, our cries echoing off the walls. I don't think either of us cared how loud we were. This was us enjoying each other, nothing between us. Whether we were Daddy and boy or just Sam and Cameron, we were whole like this, complete. Imperfectly perfect for each other, true partners as we navigated this life together.

And I couldn't wait to see what would come next.

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