by Sean Michael
“You’ll need to get his nipples rock hard for me.”
Xander leaned in to nibble at his earlobe. “I think I can manage that, don’t you, Cameron?”
“I… Yeah.” Oh, dear God.
Xander’s hands slid down his shoulders, along his chest to his nipples. Fingers flicked at them again and again. Cameron bit his bottom lip, his toes curling as his cock firmed.
Xander pinched both nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. “How’s this, Nils?”
“Pretty.” Nils’ words made Cameron duck his head, blush.
“I’m right here.” Xander kissed his earlobe again. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m going to mark them with a pen first, then you’ll have to tell me if they’re where you want them.”
“I’ll do that.” Xander squeezed them again.
Cameron shifted forward in the chair, lips parting. Xander moaned softly, and he thought, though he couldn’t be sure, that Nils made a happy, humming noise.
“One more good, hard pinch.” Nils definitely sounded happy.
Xander obliged, and even though Cameron knew it was coming, he jumped when it came.
“Perfect. Lean forward, pretty boy.”
Pretty boy? Him?
Xander’s hands were back on his shoulders, helping to guide him into place. The touch of the pen on his flesh gave him goosebumps.
“Was it cold, pretty boy?” He still couldn’t believe Nils thought he was pretty.
“No. No. Just…” Different. Arousing.
Xander kissed his cheek. “You’re doing great.”
“Okay, pretty boy, are you ready?”
Oh, God.
Oh, fuck.
“Yes.”
Something clamped onto his nipple, and he gasped.
“Almost there, Cameron. You’re doing so well.” Xander squeezed his shoulders.
“There’ll be a sting and a tug, okay?”
He nodded. “Just do it. I’m not a pussy.”
Xander chuckled, then a sharp pain hit him, the drag of the ring being pulled through almost worse. Then the second ring happened, this one worse because he was expecting it.
“There you go. They look awesome, dude. If I do say so myself.”
Xander laughed softly. “They are pretty awesome.”
Cameron’s nipples were screaming. “Thanks.” His voice sounded raw.
“Yes, thank you, Nils.”
“My pleasure, guys. Spray them with this two or three times a day and have fun.”
He heard Xander walking the man to the door as Nils left his instructions.
Cameron’s nipples throbbed with his heartbeat, almost seeming to pulse. He slid his hands up his belly, almost scared to touch his nipples.
“Go on,” murmured Xander. “Give them a go.”
“Is it safe?”
“We’ll spray the antibiotic stuff after we’ve touched them.” Xander knelt next to him.
His fingers brushed the edge of one ring, bumping it, and he gasped.
Xander’s hands landed on his thighs. “How does it feel?”
“It aches.”
“A good ache.” Xander’s fingers slid slowly up his belly.
“Yes.” A very good ache.
“Perfect. They’re sexy as all get out.” Xander’s fingertips moved closer and closer.
His breath came faster, his nipples aching. Then Xander’s fingers ghosted over them. He shot up out of the chair, on fire.
Xander’s arms went around his hips, the man’s face pressing against his belly. “Sensitive, huh?”
“Yeah. Yeah, damn.”
Xander pressed kisses across his abdomen. The touches were gentle, heated, and eased him back into the chair. Then Xander blew on his right nipple. He grunted, staring down as he fought to see. He could feel his nipple draw up tight, move around the metal.
“I’m not going to play with them—they’re too sensitive right now, and they need to heal. I can still tease a little, though.” Xander blew on the left one this time.
“Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck…”
Xander’s soft chuckle sent shivers down his spine. He grinned, afraid he looked terribly foolish.
“God, you’re so sexy. The rings are… God.”
“Yeah? Hot?” Cameron wanted to be hot.
“Shit, yeah. I can’t remember seeing anyone hotter.”
That made him smile, even as his nipples throbbed.
Xander pressed against his arm, and the heat of his cock burned into Cameron, even through Xander’s shorts. “Let me take you to bed.”
“Yes.” He’d follow this man anywhere.
Xander helped him up and led him over to the bed. “What’s it feel like—having the air move on them?”
“Like needing to come, almost.”
“I can help you with that.” Xander pushed him gently back onto the bed.
“Did they bleed?” He stretched, spread.
“A drop as the needles went through, that’s it.”
“Are they pretty?”
Xander’s hands slid up his thighs, spreading him. “Stunning. Sexy. I can’t wait till they’ve healed and we can really play with them.” Xander bit at his earlobe then whispered, “I’d love to watch you tugging and twisting them, watch the effect it has on your cock.”
His lips opened. God, he could see that. Actually see it.
“So fucking sexy.” Xander’s mouth found his then, the kiss hot and urgent.
Cameron wanted to scream with it. Alive. He felt fucking alive.
Xander didn’t touch his nipples or the rings in them, but Cameron could feel them throbbing, so very there. Cameron found Xander’s shoulders, then started touching, feeling, loving every inch. Xander groaned into his mouth, feeding him sounds as Xander’s hands got busy fondling him.
“Gonna keep you.” He wasn’t sure how. Hell, he wasn’t sure how he was getting off this fucking island, but he was keeping this man.
“That’s good, because I’m not ever letting you go.”
Chapter Seven
Their last night together.
No.
It was their last night together here on the island because Cameron was coming home with him. His little apartment over the bookstore was going to become their home. Xander could hardly believe it. This fantasy trip had turned into a real-life dream.
And tonight he was going to hold Cameron in his hand.
He made sure he had a buttload of lube and some soft towels for clean-up. He lit a few scented candles and opened all the windows to the evening ocean breeze, then he went out to the porch to get his lover.
Cameron was napping, a quiet little smile on the man’s face. The lines were gone from around the man’s mouth, beside the poor eyes. His tattoo was covered, a small piece of plastic wrap taped over the little stylized ‘x’ above Cameron’s left nipple. Smiling, he reached out and traced Cameron’s lips with his fingertips.
“Mmm. Xander. You smell good.” Cameron’s tongue flicked out to taste him.
Desire licked through him at the touch of Cameron’s tongue. “I showered.”
“Mmm. Did you? You should have hollered—I could have come and washed you off.”
“You looked so peaceful out here, I didn’t want to disturb you.” Besides, Cameron couldn’t get the tattoo wet.
“The sun felt good.”
“It’s amazing here, isn’t it? The sky looks like it’s on fire right now, all reds and yellows and oranges, with some pinks thrown in.”
“I can kind of tell. Some.”
“Cool.” He stood there a few minutes, watching the sunset with Cameron. “I’ve got something special planned for tonight. In the bedroom.”
“Our last night, hmm?” Those words didn’t sound so
ominous now.
“Yeah. And then I get to take you home.”
“You’re still sure?” Cameron had given him the bottles of pain pills this morning, and he’d bought Cameron’s plane ticket home.
“One hundred percent, Cameron. And I’m not going to change my mind.” He smiled and took Cameron’s hands. “You’ll see just how serious I am this evening.” They were going to learn so much about each other.
He curled one of his hands into a fist, then brought both of Cameron’s hands to it. “What do you feel?”
Cameron’s fingers explored his hand. “You’re strong, big. You don’t wear a ring. You have a scar, right here.”
“I’m going to put this inside you.”
Cameron went still, eyes huge. “You are?”
“I am.”
“You may not fit. I have a little butt.”
It made him chuckle, and he pressed a kiss on Cameron’s lips. “I know. I’m exceedingly fond of your little butt. It’ll fit, though. We’ll stretch you.”
“I trusted you with everything else. This is yours.”
That trust was very heady. “You are mine, Cameron.”
Xander watched how his words made Cameron straighten, shiver. How fascinating was his life going to be, watching this beautiful man make himself strong again, then making Cameron submit?
He opened his hand slowly, letting Cameron feel it expand. Cameron moaned, cock leaving a dark, wet spot on Cameron’s board shorts.
“Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to be.”
“You’re ready.” He kissed Cameron. “It’s going to be so good. Intense.”
Cameron’s lips clung to his. “It will. Good.”
“I promise.” He tugged on Cameron’s lower lip with his.
That got him a chuckle, husky and deep. Better. He needed Cameron relaxed for this, happy and needy.
Smiling, he tugged a little longer, then turned it into a kiss, his lips sliding with Cameron’s, his tongue exploring. Cameron’s arms draped around his shoulders, their bodies starting to rub lazily. He was careful not to rub against Cameron’s nipples. They were still a little swollen, though otherwise healing nicely. He didn’t want to bump the little tattoo, either.
In the last day, he’d begun to see something new in Cameron. Hope. A sense of humor. A lazy sensuality. It made the man even sexier.
He ran his hand down along Cameron’s body, working on setting all those nerve endings alight. The man arched for him, humming into their kiss. He could feel the heat of Cameron’s cock rubbing against his belly, his own rising quickly to meet it.
Cameron’s fingers climbed to his face, seeing him. He let Cameron look, then turned his head, kissing his lover’s fingers one by one.
“Mmm.” Cameron’s smile could illuminate the ocean.
Getting rid of Cameron’s clothes was easy, then he carried his lover to their bed and laid him on it. He kissed those sweet, smiling lips, and began to kiss his way down Cameron’s body. He pushed the shorts away, spent a second just touching the tip of Cameron’s nipple with the point of his tongue. He gave the other nipple the same brief touch, too taken with the sensitive nibs to ignore them entirely.
“Oh, God. Xander. That’s amazing.”
“Imagine what it’s going to be like once they’ve healed.”
“I can’t.”
“They’re going to be so much fun to play with.” He licked the right one again, then moved down farther, swirling his tongue in Cameron’s belly button.
Cameron laughed. “You’re not piercing that. That’s for girls.”
“Is that a challenge?” He couldn’t help but tease.
Cameron’s cackle filled the air, tickled and bright. While Cameron was laughing, he grabbed the lube and slicked up his fingers. Humming happily, he pushed a single finger against Cameron’s hole. Cameron hummed, spread for him. Cameron was so hot inside, so tight. He slid another finger in, moaning as he slowly stretched his lover.
The hot little body danced on his fingers, belly clenching and relaxing. Cameron was so easy in his own skin when they made love, eager for every sensation like it was brand new. Maybe it was. Maybe this was all new. Either way, it was all his and he was going to revel in all of it.
Groaning, he eased his fingers in and out, opening them to stretch that tiny hole.
“More…” Cameron grunted, going up on his elbows.
“I’m going to give you more. I promise.” A whole lot more.
He pushed a third finger in with the first two. This wasn’t anything they hadn’t done together already. That was coming soon. Cameron’s head fell back, throat working, body moving against him.
He stretched and opened Cameron, then added more lube to his fingers, pushing four in this time, using Cameron’s movements to help him get them in.
“Good…” Cameron’s motions slowed, but didn’t stop.
“God, look at you taking me in.” Four fingers and Cameron swallowed them up like a natural. It made Xander moan, his cock throbbing.
“Your job. ‘M feeling.”
Xander blinked then chuckled. “Yes, boss.”
Cameron’s grin was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.
He got all four fingers in, twisted and spread them, opening Cameron up for his whole fist.
“Full…” Cameron moaned.
“Gonna fill you all the way up.” It was a promise.
Cameron slowly eased himself down, all the way down to the mattress.
“You ready for it?” All he needed was more lube and he’d do it.
“I don’t know. Am I?”
“You are.” He pulled away his hand and got more lube out. Then he bent and kissed the tip of Cameron’s cock.
Cameron’s body kept moving, shifting restlessly, like he was still touching.
“Hold on, Cameron—I’m coming.”
“Uh-huh.”
He slicked up again, tucked his thumb beneath his curled fingers and started pushing into Cameron again.
“Mmm. Feel you. Xander.”
He shook his head. “No, I’m feeling you.”
Cameron stretched, arched, toes curling. Xander kept pushing, his fingers sinking in and in, his hand beginning to.
“I. Xander? Talk to me?”
“I’m right here, Cameron, right here, putting my hand inside you. God. Do you know how amazing you are?”
“I… Oh, God.” Cameron twisted, one leg drawing up.
“You can do this, Cameron. You can open up to me like this.”
“So full.”
Yes, and stretching for him, letting him in.
“Yeah, I’ve got you here. You just need to breathe for me, get a little more relaxed.”
“Breathe. I can do that.” Cameron nodded, inhaled.
“There you go. There we go.” He watched as the thickest part of his hand pushed into Cameron’s body.
“Xander!” Cameron arched, body bowing for a moment before he sank back down, taking Xander in.
“God, you’re incredible.”
Cameron’s lips opened and closed, soundlessly.
“I know. I know. It’s so big.”
It was huge. His whole hand was inside Cameron’s body. His whole hand. Cameron’s body. He thought maybe his brain was a little bit broken.
He moved his fingers, and Cameron whimpered, body rippling around him.
“God. Cameron.” He took a deep breath and moved his fingers some more, wiggling them like he was waving.
“Please. Oh, God. Yours. I promise. Swear it.”
“Yes. Mine. All of you.” No one could deny it, not now that he had his whole, entire hand inside Cameron’s body.
“Yes…” Cameron moaned, body shifting, taking him a centimeter deeper.
&nbs
p; He slowly closed his fingers into an actual fist then opened them again, watching Cameron’s face the entire time. Cameron’s eyes were huge, unfocused, lips open in what looked like intense pleasure. He kept moving his hand, pushing it in a little deeper, tugging it back to his wrist again, opening and closing his fingers. He couldn’t believe how hot, how soft Cameron was inside.
Harsh sounds poured out of Cameron, the man’s hands fisted at his sides. Reaching up with his free hand, he touched the tip of Cameron’s right nipple. Cameron’s body went tight, the pressure around his hand fierce.
“Oh, fuck. Cameron.” He touched the tip of the other nipple, too.
“Please. Please. I need you. I need to come.”
“So come, Cameron. Show me. Come.” His fingers moved over Cameron’s gland.
This amazing sound tore from Cameron, spunk spraying over the man’s chest. Xander felt every moment of the orgasm through his hand, Cameron’s body squeezing all around him. Fuck, he could even feel Cameron’s heartbeat.
That swollen, red cock never even got soft.
When Cameron’s body relaxed a bit around him, he started moving his fist again. Fingers curled against his palm, he pushed forward, his knuckles sliding against Cameron’s gland again. He did it again and again, feeling like a god, to be inside Cameron in this way. Nonsense words poured out of Cameron, his lover completely at his mercy.
It was stunning. Cameron was stunning.
Xander whimpered, kept moving his hand, just flying with Cameron.
“Need you. Like breathing.” Cameron moaned for him.
“God. Yes. Oh, Cameron.” He leaned in to whisper into Cameron’s ear. “I love you.”
He felt it as Cameron jerked, coming again, emptying himself. His hand stilled, and he rested his forehead against Cameron’s, breathing with the man.
Cameron moaned, blinked slowly. “Xan…”
“Right here, lover.”
“Thank you. Love.”
“No, Cameron, thank you.”
One of those shaking hands brushed his face. He pressed into the touch, encouraging Cameron to look at him. Cameron’s fingers explored him, slow, careful.
