Three More Wishes (9 page)

He traced Cameron's hole, touching the swollen, heated ring of muscles. He was going to put his hand inside Cameron before they left the island. Like Cameron had heard his thoughts, the tight little hole clenched. Groaning, he pushed his finger in deeper, sucked harder on Cameron's prick.

His. He'd dreamed forever of having a lover, someone who was focused on him. He couldn't believe what was supposed to be a five-day fantasy was going to be forever. How did he get so lucky? So happy?

He started bobbing his head, taking Cameron in deeper and deeper. Cameron answered each motion with a moan, a suck of his own. He found Cameron's gland with his finger, pushing against it. He grinned when Cameron jerked, bucked on his touch. He swallowed around the tip of Cameron's cock.

"Fuck!" Spunk splashed on his tongue, his cock popping out of Cameron's lips.

He swallowed hard, taking Cameron in. Salt and heat and his. His. He pulled off slowly, licking the whole way.

He felt Cameron's breath on the tip of his cock, then those lips found his prick again. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Yes."

His words made Cameron suck harder, pull deeper. His hips began moving, though he tried not to push too deep. That hungry mouth devoured him, swallowing around the tip of his cock. He pushed harder, deeper, taking his cue from Cameron that his lover could take it, wanted it. Hands wrapped around his hips, tugging him in.

"Oh, God. Cameron." He pushed hard a couple of times, his ass cheeks clenching as he came.

His sweet man drank him down, licking and sucking and moaning. He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

"Xander." His balls were kissed, cock cleaned.

"Cameron. Thank you. God, that was amazing."

"Uh-huh." Those arms were still around him.

He kissed the base of Cameron's cock, his legs beginning to shake a little. Cameron eased him down, cradling him on that firm body. He kissed Cameron's thighs, nuzzled them. He needed a shave. Of course, so did Cameron. They could bathe together, he could wash and shave his lover, make it something wonderful.

He slid off Cameron, grabbed the man's hand. It told him something, how Cam just sat up, trusted him. "You remember me telling you about that huge tub in the bathroom here?"

"I do, yeah." Cam pinked. "I probably need to brush my teeth."

"Yeah, we can do that, too. But I was thinking a bath and shaving." He slid his fingers over Cameron's cheeks. "Shaving your lover can be very sensual. It's so intimate, you know?"

Cameron looked down, cheeks heating. "You think so? Not embarrassing?"

"Embarrassing? God, no. We'll do it and you'll se-- feel. It'll be kind of amazing."

"I just paid to have the barber do it."

"Oh, it'll be my pleasure to do it for free." He tugged Cameron toward the bathroom, pointing the man toward the toilet while he started the water running.

The tub was huge, but it filled fairly quickly. He put some sandalwood oil in, and he heard Cameron sniff. "That's nice."

He still couldn't quite comprehend why no one had done these little things for Cameron before. Cameron flushed, moved carefully along the wall of the bathroom.

"You're doing great. I'm two more steps in front of you."

"Okay." Cameron was pretty good at listening, following.

He took hold of Cameron's hand as he came into range. Then the other one. "Forward another half a step and you're coming down into the tub.

"Down? It's in the floor?"

"Yeah, there's a couple of steps into it. You're right in front of it, though, and I have your hand. You're fine."

"I can't do this forever. I can't keep never knowing where things are..."

"You'll learn where things are at home, and you'll have a dog and a cane for places you aren't familiar with. And it'll get easier." He guided Cameron down the little stairs into the tub.

Cameron's eyes were a little wild, frightened, but Cam trusted him, followed.

"Very good," he offered the praise as Cameron reached the bottom of the tub. Giving the man a soft kiss, he encouraged Cameron to sit on the little seat, the water covering most of his body.

Cameron's face went lax, lips parting on a moan. Oh, hell yeah.

"Feels good, doesn't it? It's about to get even better."

There was a water proof radio on one of the shelves by the tub, and he turned it on low, soft music pouring from it. Then he grabbed the soap.

Cameron moaned. "God. This is... wow."

"When's the last time you had a bath or a shower that was anything but utilitarian?" Xander sat across from Cameron, picked up his foot and ran a sudsy hand over it.

"What? I think I was five the last time I took a bath-bath."

Xander chuckled. "You must have at least showered with your ex, though?" Cameron was so sensual, he couldn't imagine not taking advantage of that.

"Sure, a couple times. We worked hard, had lots of folks in and out."

"And you weren't out, I take it. Must have been hard, having to hide in your own home."

"No. No, I wasn't out at all. Never." Cameron smiled, the look wry.

"Will it bother you? Being out with me?" He was out. He wasn't loud or anything, but he didn't hide who he was at all.

"You'd be willing to tell people? About me?"

He stopped massaging Cameron's foot for a moment. "Of course I would."

"Then I can't see that it would bother me."

"Excellent. Because I can't imagine hiding you away."

Cameron turned a bright pink, beaming at him. He grabbed Cameron's other foot and massaged it, too.

"So you don't have any family?" Xander couldn't believe Cameron's entire family would have abandoned him.

"No. My dad passed away when I was ten, and my mom had a heart attack about three years ago."

"No siblings?" His hands worked slowly up along Cameron's calf.

"I have a sister, but she... She doesn't want people like me around her kids, you know?"

He was pretty sure that Cameron didn't mean blind people. "She's not happy you're gay."

Cameron shrugged. "Her husband was afraid I'd molest her boys."

"Oh, my God! That's a terrible thing to put on you."

"It's a thing, I guess. Everybody has hang ups."

Yeah, hang ups, but... Damn.

Cameron's sister had cut him off for being gay, and then the ex for going blind, neither of which were things that Cameron could help. It sucked. Hard.

He kept massaging and when he got to Cameron's knee, he moved to the other leg again, slowly working up from the ankle.

"God, that feels so good. Where did you learn to touch someone like that?"

"I just do what I think I'd like."

Cam frowned. "Should I be doing for you instead?"

"Why?" He was perfectly happy doing this; Cameron had to get over this idea that if he wasn't doing for someone, he was somehow less.

"I don't know. I just... want to be useful."

"Tell you what, when I've done you, you can do me."

"I'd like to. I like touching you." Cameron relaxed for him, legs floating apart.

"The feeling's mutual on that." He moved between Cameron's legs, hands moving higher.

Tiny little hips, tight ass, ripped belly -- Cameron was a compact beauty. And he loved touching the man, making Cameron give those tiny little sighs. The man's nipples tightened as his hands moved higher.

"God, you're sexy." He couldn't help but let Cameron know.

"Me? You're the amazing one."

"I think we'll have to agree to disagree on this one."

Cameron chuckled, then gasped as he pinched those tight little nipples. He was pretty sure he'd given up the pretence of washing Cameron. Cameron's hands slipped up his arms, surrounded his shoulders. He found Cameron's mouth with his own, hands searching out every inch of water-slick skin. Cameron's moans pushed into his lips, one following on the heels of another.

"I still want to shave you." It was so easy to get distracted in Cameron, though.

"Okay." Cameron nodded, lips moving under his.

"You make me need. So badly."

"I told you I'd give you anything."

"I know. I'm going to take everything." Xander took more kisses.

When Cameron was melted, he backed away, reached for the razor and shaving cream. He sprayed the cream into his hand. "This'll be a little cool"

"Smells minty."

"I'll have to see if I can find chocolate scented aftershave," he teased.

"That would be something, wouldn't it?"

He decided then and there that he'd find it for Cameron. First he'd phone the front desk here, though, because they seemed to be miracle workers. But if they couldn't do it, he'd do his best once they got home.

Home. Just the thought made him moan softly as he finished covering Cameron's face with the shaving cream.

"Was that a good moan?"

"It was a happy moan. I can't wait to get you home. I mean, I can, because here? This place is perfect and amazing. But at the same time, it's going to be so good." And now they had a reason to look forward to when this was over, so it wasn't something to be dreaded, it wasn't looming at all anymore, which made their time here that much better. It was win-win.

Cameron reached for him, fingers on his face, looking at him. He loved that, loved that Cameron knew to do it now and didn't hesitate; it made him smile as he looked down at his lover, waiting for Cameron to look his fill. Cameron smiled back, relaxed, the lines around the man's eyes easing.

He kissed Cameron's nose. "Okay, I'm going to start shaving now."

"Okay." Trusting him, Cameron just let his head fall back. He loved that, deep in his belly.

Xander began to shave his lover. Cameron's sharp-angled face quickly came into view, the heavy stubble disappearing along with the little goatee. Oh shit.

"I... uh. The goatee is gone. I kind of forgot it was there. I like you better without it anyway."

Cameron laughed, not sounding at all concerned. "You do? You sure it doesn't make me look wimpy without it?"

"God no, you're lovely."

"Cowboys aren't lovely."

"You are."

Cameron smiled, beamed, really. Had no one ever complimented this man?

He finished shaving, his hands following the newly bare skin. Cameron's lips parted, face following his touch. He kept touching, tracing all of Cameron's features. Cameron was focused on him, moaning low, nostrils flaring. He rubbed his cheek against Cameron's, stubble against smooth.

Cameron stopped, gasped. "Do that again."

"This?" He rubbed their cheeks together again.

"Yes." Sensual man.

Humming, he moved to rub against Cameron's other cheek. That earned him a chuckle.

"Did you enjoy it? The shaving?" Xander had. He was looking forward to doing it on a regular basis.

"I did. It was the sexiest thing ever."

"Excellent." That was exactly what he'd wanted.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Very, very much."

"Mmm. Good." Cameron's smile was warm, wonderful.

"Every moment with you is like magic." He was so blessed.

"Can you... will you shave me down there, too? I've always wanted to know what that felt like."

"I'd love to!" Between that and those pretty little nipples pierced, Cameron was going to be a walking wet dream. If he let the man up at all to walk.

Cameron blushed, grinned. "Always wanted to try that," Cameron repeated.

"All right. I'm going to get you to sit on the edge of the tub for this. There's a little seat-like thing."

"Okay." Cameron moved easily, legs floating and spread.

He guided his lover up onto the seat and reached for a towel, wrapping it around Cameron's shoulders.

"Oh..." Each little luxury, each bit of care, made Cameron moan. It made doing things for him that much better.

"I'm going to trim the hair with with scissors first."

"Okay. Just tell me what you need me to do."

"Just spread your legs and keep still. I don't want to accidently cut you." That would not help with the sexy at all.

"You won't." The trust in that voice made him ache.

"No, I won't." It was a promise.

He got the scissors and pushed Cameron's prick to the side, clipping the short and curlies. The light blond curls sheared away, the mass heavy, thick before it disappeared. There was only stubble left, and he ran his fingertips over it. "You should feel it now."

"Uh-huh." Cameron's toes curled.

He brought Cameron's hand down to the almost clean crotch. Cameron's eyes rolled, head falling back as those fingers explored.

"It'll be smooth in a few minutes."

"It's sensitive."

"Just wait." He bent and kissed Cameron's skin, the stubble rubbing against his lips.