Chapter 10

Cameron hadn't saida single word to Dusty after Jasper Kennedy introduced them at the party. Not one word. Cam had hardly looked at him either, even at the dinner table when they were right across from each other.

Rude.

Dusty flopped onto the trendy, plush couch in his hotel room with a sigh. Sure, Cam was working so they couldn't seem too familiar; he understood that. But totally ignoring him? It wasn't as though Cam didn't have plenty to chat about with other people. Cam and Kylie talked about fashion and music, Cam and that hot model talked about hair of all things, but did Cam say one word to him?

Nope.

What the actual fuck?

He'd thought about texting now that the party was over. He'd thought about calling. He'd even picked up his phone to do one of those things but had done neither. What was he going to say? That Cam had hurt his feelings? He'd sound like a big baby.

The worst was that Cam was all over Jasper like they were boyfriends or something, which he assumed was part of what Cam was being paid to do, but he still didn't like watching it.

"Ugh." He got up and went to pull some pajamas out of his suitcase. Fuck Cameron anyway. Screw that job. He had a big fancy room all to himself and a Jacuzzi tub, and he was going to enjoy it. He wandered into the bathroom and started the hot water in the tub. There were all these little votive candles scattered along the rim, and he lit every single one of them.

How awesome was that?

As he undressed, he decided he should pour a glass of that fancy champagne too.

Was someone knocking on his door?

He couldn't tell with the water running so he wrapped a towel around his waist and went to check. The knocking came again just as he got to the door. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."

He slid the lock back and turned the handle, hiding behind the door a bit since he was half-naked.

"Hey."

There was Cameron, in a T-shirt and sweat pants, a hot stare burning right into him. He stared back for a long moment before Cameron pushed the door open wider, stalking him until it slammed shut. He let his towel drop and Cam kissed him hard, one hand holding him securely by his nape.

"Hi. Come on in," he whispered between kisses and gulps of air.

"Hi. Thanks." Cam yanked his shirt off and tossed it. Dusty pushed at the waistband of Cam's sweat pants. He should probably stay mad, make Cam explain himself or apologize—but this was exactly what he wanted, and he decided he wasn't going to deny himself.

"I was just—Jacuzzi."

"Fuck." Cam growled, stripping out of his sweats. "Need you so fucking bad."

"Yeah." Just to be clear, he repeated himself. "Yes." He opened to let Cam's tongue in and pulled their hips together, which won him the most amazing moan from Cameron. The sound filled the room and he could feel it rumble in Cam's chest.

He hadn't really doubted the shit with Jasper was just a show, but if he had, that beautiful, needy moan dispelled any doubt.

They kissed and touched, fumbling their way across the room toward the enormous bathroom, which was steaming up with the heat. The thundering sound of the running water made him ache even more.

"Candles," Cameron whispered, curling gentle fingers around his cock.

"Treating myself," he managed to get out before his brain went foggy and his skin broke out in goose bumps.

"Mm. Sexy. I approve." Cam reached over him with one arm, and he was only dimly aware as Cam shut the water off and turned on the jets.

"Uh-huh." He nodded and sighed, focusing on that touch. It was all he could do not to hump right into it. "Fuck."

"I wanted you all night. You looked so good, you were so fucking distracting. I wanted to drag you off and fuck you—anywhere. The bedroom. The bathroom. The fucking closet. Anywhere there wouldn't be all those eyes on us." Cameron had started off at a whisper, but his words were rough and louder by the end.

"You wouldn't look at me."

"I couldn't look at you. I was half-hard just thinking about how hot you were."

He moaned, his heart suddenly beating in his chest. That made so much sense and it was the sweetest, sexiest thing anyone had ever said to him. "I want you too."

Cam growled and spun him, then rubbed that thick cock against his ass.

"Lube." He pointed to his still-unpacked toiletry bag sitting on the bathroom counter. Cam left him for what felt like ages to dig through the bag, and Dusty whimpered impatiently at the wait. But Cam bumped into him suddenly and he pitched forward, catching himself on the edge of the hot tub.

Fuck, yeah. He pushed back, meeting Cam's slick fingers partway, groaning at the cool touch. "Fuck."

"I got you. I want you so fucking ready for me."

"I'm ready!" He begged, but Cam didn't listen, slick fingers twisting inside him, stretching him, teasing him.

"Not for what I've got for you."

He took Cam's touch all the way to the knuckles, and it still wasn't enough. "Just fuck me, please."

Cam hummed at him. "Not yet."

He wanted Cameron so badly, his thighs were trembling. He gripped the edge of the tub so tightly his knuckles turned white and he rode those fingers trying to make it more, his body begging when words failed. "More…I need more."

He grabbed his cock and started pumping hard, moaning as he felt the tight ball in his gut begin to unravel. Cam slapped his ass, then pushed his hand away and took over with a deep grunt. "Me."

He nodded. "Please." He went up on his toes as his climax grew closer, caught between wanting to push through Cam's tight fist and needing more from those slick fingers.

Then they disappeared, replaced by Cam's stiff prick, which pushed right inside him like it belonged there, the head thrusting past his tight hole and sinking deeper without slowing down until their bodies crashed together. The steamy bathroom filled with their groans, echoing off the fancy white tile, so strong they were barely masked by the sound of the Jacuzzi jets.

He pushed back to counter Cam's drive, and everything was suddenly just right. Another second and he was gone, humping through Cam's fist as he shot, a freight train roaring in his ears.

"Yeah. Fuck, baby. That's…fuck!" Cam took him by the hips and drove harder, their bodies slapping as they came together over and over. He hung on, feeling every thrust and riding the high, his climax still clouding rational thought.

It could have been a minute, or it could have been ten—he had no idea, and he didn't care. Cameron finally grunted, his fingers dug into him, and that heavy cock jerked and pulsed inside him just right, making him moan again. Cameron hung over him, whispering, but Dusty couldn't make out the breathless words.

"So good," he said, trying to connect, wanting to hear that Cam got everything he needed.

"Fuck, Dusty."

That was what he needed. Hearing his name. Hearing it from Cam, all breathless and wrung out, was everything.

He shifted and let Cam's spent prick slide free, then turned, righting them, and slipped the rubber off his lover before tossing it into the trash. "Let's soak, baby."

"Damn. Okay. Good."

"Mm. Caveman Cameron."

Cam chuckled. "Me exhausted, you sexy as fuck."

He was smiling as they climbed into the hot tub, both of them groaning at the massaging power of the jets. "Oh, yeah."

Cam pulled him closer, tucking an arm around his shoulders. "Hot-tub snuggle for the win."

"You showed up at just the right time." The right time on so many levels.

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't let me in. I was hot for you all night." Cam shook his head. "I had to keep telling myself to quit drooling and do my fucking job."

"I'm sorry. Sort of. I mean, I'm not. But I am." He snorted. "You know what I mean."

"You can't apologize, Dusty. Hot is just your natural state of being."

Cameron was so good for his ego. "So, I should just wear sweats and a baseball cap or something?"

"Pfft. Like that would help. You're sexy in sweats too." Cameron kissed his temple. "Don't change a thing."

"I can do that." That was easy, they could just relax in the bubbling water and be sexy together.