Chapter 6

They crashedthrough Dusty's apartment door, and Cameron fumbled with the lock after it closed.

"I got it." Dusty reached past him, and the lock clicked into place. Something about the finality of that sound sent a bolt of lightning to his balls like a promise of what was to come next.

"Yeah." He groaned into the kiss and herded Dusty farther into the room, steering them around furniture, heading for the bedroom. He'd done this a dozen times before, at least, and he remembered every turn as though it hadn't been years since he'd been here.

"Wait…I need water."

"Oh, sure." They'd had a lot of alcohol—water was probably a good idea.

Eventually. But now?

Dusty was only gone for a minute, returning from the kitchen with two bottles of water. He didn't take one; he let them keep Dusty's hands occupied as he dove back into their kiss.

They wound their way up the curved carpeted staircase to the second-floor loft, which served as the master bedroom. He took the waters from Dusty and set them down on the nightstand, then reached for Dusty's jacket, pushing it off his shoulders.

Cameron was desperate for skin.

"Wait." Dusty held up a hand. "This is a fancy designer…let me…I just want to hang it up. You should probably hang yours up too, it's so pretty."

He frowned, wondering what Dusty's stalling meant. "Is everything okay?"

"What? Fine. Hand me your coat."

He shrugged out of his generic tuxedo jacket and handed it to Dusty. "I'm sure the rental place has seen wrinkled tuxedo jackets before."

"Well, just in case?—"

Cameron grabbed Dusty's wrist and tugged him out of the closet. "Talk to me. Do you want me to go?"

"No. No, I-I'm sorry. It's just fast."

The mess they'd left when they'd broken up wasn't water under the bridge yet; he understood that. "So we'll slow it down. We can stop, even, if you need to."

Dusty opened a water and took a big swig. "It's not you."

"Oh, bullshit, Dusty. Of course it's me."

Dusty sighed. "Okay, it is you. And more than you. It's been an emotional night, and I don't know if I trust myself, either."

That was that, wasn't it? He was going home with blue balls. And he really only had himself to blame.

Dammit.

"Okay. I understand. I'm going to go. Maybe we can—you can call me if you—" Jesus, Dusty was right. This had been an emotional night. More emotional for him than he'd realized until just this very fucking second. He could work with not being wanted, but not being trusted was another thing entirely.

Dusty didn't move as Cameron went to the closet and got his coat. He'd call an Uber once he got out of the apartment. "Good night."

He hadn't expected to feel so disappointed. It wasn't about the sex, although Dusty's body was still calling to him, even halfway down the stairs. It was Dusty himself. Cameron wanted more time with Dusty, period.

He'd just reached the door when Dusty shouted after him. "Wait!"

He sighed and turned around. "Just let me go, Dusty. It's okay. I get it."

"No, you don't." Dusty hurried after him. "Or maybe I don't. Just…stay."

He should go. Dusty was all over the place, exhausted, emotionally spent, and he knew it. But he was a goner already, couldn't deny Dusty anything. "Okay."

"I'm sorry. I ruined a good moment because I'm…" Dusty sighed.

He tossed his jacket onto the couch and took Dusty's hand. "Tired. You're tired. Let me take you to bed."

Dusty nodded and followed him back upstairs easily. "Naked, though. I want to be naked."

"Whatever you want. I'm here." He sighed. Of course naked. He was half-hard still and all he wanted was Dusty, but sure, a naked snuggle was fine. Just fine.

He'd manage.

He undressed them both—first Dusty's shirt, then his own, Dusty's shoes and socks landing next to his. Their pants and briefs fell to the floor and stayed there, designer be damned. It was all he could do not to seduce this beautiful man into something he wasn't ready for. He behaved, but not one single atom in his body wanted to. It was agony.

He tucked Dusty in and climbed into bed, spooning him close, knees tucked up tight enough that Dusty had to feel his arousal. He couldn't say for sure why he stayed, he just had to. Dusty was his, and every fiber of him knew it now. He just needed Dusty to catch on.

Maybe tomorrow. They'd talk tomorrow. He'd listen. He'd explain.

Tomorrow.

* * *

Somehow he'd eventually fallen asleep, and he woke up with the same ache in his balls…he was used to morning wood, of course, but this was something different.

Whoa.

This was something very different.

He groaned and shifted, still half-asleep, and pushed a hand under the covers to give himself a little squeeze, but his hand was pushed away. "I got you."

He gasped and opened his eyes, looking around wildly before remembering he was at Dusty's place, and realized that Dusty was lapping at his balls and drawing a hot tongue up his shaft. He went full hard-on in seconds flat and he arched into Dusty's touch, too turned-on for subtlety and wanting Dusty's mouth too much to even consider a protest.

"Please, fuck." The words just left him, completely bypassing rational thought.

"Fuck, yeah. You took care of me, I'm gonna take care of you."

He probably should have told Dusty he didn't have to…not to feel obligated…something to kind of check in and see where Dusty's head was at, but Dusty swallowed his cock down to the root and he howled instead, one hand grabbing Dusty's hair and tugging on it hard. "Fuck, fuck!"

That was as coherent as he was going to get. He was already riding the edge, feeling like his climax was right there and miles away at the same time.

Dusty was damn determined, working his cock through hungry lips, tongue teasing his length, fingers rolling and tugging his balls. Cameron was in a happy haze of need and didn't fight any of it, arching and making ridiculous sounds as that rush spiraled inside him.

Then Dusty did that thing with his tongue, driving it through the sensitive spot at the tip of his cock, then taking him deep and swallowing hard. He was shaking, so close it hurt, blood roaring in his ears. One more stroke and he was gone, shooting into Dusty's mouth, moaning every time Dusty swallowed.

"Jesus…Dusty…" He sucked in a breath, still shuddering as Dusty licked and teased him even more.

"Mmm. Good afternoon."

He reached down and tugged on Dusty's shoulder, coaxing him up and into his arms. "Better than good. Fuckin' A."

Dusty chuckled and snuggled in. "That was for my extreme indecisiveness last night."

Oh. Damn.Had he guilted Dusty into— "You didn't have to…I mean, I totally understood. Understand."

Dusty snorted. "Shut up, you loved it. Of course I didn't have to."

"Right, sorry. What a way to wake up." He kissed Dusty's forehead, glad that it was all good. "Thank you."

"That's better."

He'd just recover for a second, then get Dusty back. As he recalled, Dusty was an appreciative recipient. "What time is it?"

"Does it matter?"

"Well, I should check in with my employer…"

"Do you have to work tonight?"

"Not as far as I know, but things come up."

"How often do you work?"

"That depends. Usually two to three times a week." He reached for his phone and found it on the nightstand. It was well past noon. He checked his texts and did find a work-related one, but it was a check-in about the night before, not something new. That could wait until they were up and moving.

"Work, work, work." Dusty took his phone and set it on the nightstand. "I guess it's good money?"

He didn't like to talk about his work. So much of it was confidential, and the money was embarrassingly good. "I do okay."

"Ugh. You're so cagey. I can't get a straight answer from you about anything."

"Try not asking about work."

Dusty sighed. "Boring."

"Maybe, but you might get better conversation."

"People really liked you. Joline, Jack, a bunch of people told me how charming you were."

He smiled. "That was nice of them. It's part of my job, though." He talked to people for a living. It was his job to be charming.

"Yeah, but you have to have some of that naturally, too. You can't totally fake it."

"Maybe not that, but I make up a lot."

Dusty drew circles on his chest. "But you're not making up wanting to be here?"

"No. I am not making that up. I told you, I went off the clock. This is my time."

"Do you…do this? Stay on the clock for…this?"

"You mean for sex?" He wasn't offended—he'd gotten that question before, and he understood the curiosity. "No. Never. It's an option, and some people do. I'm not judging at all. If they're comfortable with it, that's their business. It's just not for me."

Dusty nodded against his chest. "I'm glad. That might have made this awkward."

"And what is…this?" A snuggle and a blowjob wasn't really a thing.

"I don't know yet, but I want to find out if you do."

He tucked Dusty in closer, rolling them so Dusty was underneath him. "Me too."

Dusty blinked up at him, blue eyes focused on him, lips parted as his breath sped up.

"You're beautiful."

"Still?"

"Still. Yes. Always. That hasn't changed."

"A lot of other things have."

That was the truth, and they both knew it well. "We have time to talk about that. And other things. But we don't have to do it in bed." He slid a hand between them and found Dusty's cock, feeling it come to life in his hand. Dusty sighed softly.

"No talking…"

"Not about that. We can talk about how I'm going to take your pretty prick in my mouth and drive you out of your mind."

That got him a groan and a nod. "Yes, please. Yes. Do—not talk. Do."

He grinned and touched his lips to Dusty's chest, dropping kisses on Dusty's smooth skin and tight abs as he moved lower.