“Because she wants a threesome with another guy, doofus!” Matt rolled his eyes at Cam and hauled himself to his feet, padding across the carpet and into the kitchen for more beer. Angie had dropped her bombshell last night while they were in bed. He’d thought their sex life was pretty good, but then she’d decided to open her mouth and make him question every aspect of their relationship. Throwing himself back down onto the couch and rolling a fresh beer along the cushions to Cam, he downed half of his own bottle before even daring to look at his friend.
“And?”
“What the fuck do you mean? And?” Matt spluttered, beer spurting out of his nose. Wiping his sleeve across his face, he stared at Cam in amazement. “She wants me to, you know, do stuff!”
“With him?” Cam said, crossing his legs and leaning forward with undisguised interest.
Matt chugged another shot of the ice cold beer in his hand. “Can we just watch the movie? You’re starting to freak me out,” he hissed, reaching past Cam for the remote. “I wish I’d never said anything.”
Cam chuckled loudly and wrestled the remote from Matt’s grip. “Don’t be such a wuss. Didn’t you suck the face off Danny Summers in college?”
“No I did not, that was Matt Anders, not me. I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Matt was getting more and more pissed as the seconds ticked by. “Just give me the goddamn remote, dude.”
“You’ll have to kiss me for it,” Cam said suggestively, pouting his lips and waggling his eyebrows, stuffing the remote down the front of his pants.
“There is something seriously wrong with you, Cam,” Matt ground out, shoving at Cam’s shoulder and sending him sprawling onto the sofa. “I’m warning you. If you don’t give me that remote, I will come after it.”
“I don’t know what the big deal is,” Cam said in a conversational, albeit slightly slurred tone. “It’s just a kiss. Kissing a guy is no different than kissing a girl, except for the stubble. Although, having said that, you have kissed Martina Roberts, so you probably wouldn’t notice.” He doubled over, his arms clutched around his stomach as he laughed at his own wit.
“You can be such an asshole!” Matt was fuming now. He was fueled by numerous bottles of Bud and Cam’s unsympathetic reaction to his predicament. “I’m going home.” Hauling himself into a sitting position, he threw his arm over the edge of the couch and felt around for his shoes. “If you can’t say anything helpful, don’t say anything at all.”
Cam was immediately contrite and he grabbed the remote out of his pants, threw it onto the carpet and lunged toward Matt, his fingers closing around his friend’s muscular upper arm. “Don’t be stupid. You can’t go home, ass-wipe. Movie’s not over yet.” He pushed and pulled on Matt’s arm and in their slightly inebriated state, they both lost their balance and he found himself suddenly staring into Matt’s hazel eyes as he lay sprawled beneath him on the couch.
“Dude, get the fuck off me,” Matt complained, wriggling against the weight of Cam’s body pressing him into the cushions. Glaring up into Cam’s pale blue eyes, he growled through his teeth. “I am not kidding, Cam. Get. Off. Me.” The last three words each had their own capital letter at the beginning and period at the end. That alone should have been enough to make Cam back off, but for some reason Matt couldn’t fathom, it wasn’t working tonight. He slapped at Cam’s back and hissed when the other man grabbed his hands and pushed them back against the cushions, holding him down. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Kiss me and I’ll let you up,” Cam replied with a smug smile.
“You’re certifiable, dude. Get the fuck off.”
“Not until you kiss me.”
“You’re freaking me the fuck out!”
“Then kiss me.”
“No!”
“Just one kiss, that’s all.”
“Cam-.”
“Kiss me!.”
“I am not fucking kissing you!”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you, asshat!”
“Exactly,” Cam crowed. “It’s me. Little ole me. You love me. If you can’t kiss me? How the fuck are you going to kiss someone you don’t know?”
Matt stared at Cam in utter amazement. How the fuck had they got from Angie suggesting a one off threesome to Cam lying on top of him demanding to be kissed? And why the fuck did the thought of kissing Cam suddenly have him hardening in his pants? Tonight was getting way too weird for him. “Cam, please,” he swallowed against his suddenly dry mouth, appalled that his voice had sounded more like a raspy whimper, than the manly growl he had meant it to be. “Don’t make me shoot you.”
“You don’t have your gun,” Cam replied, his tone softening and his gaze roaming over Matt’s face. His blue gaze darkened when Matt lifted his hips and tried to throw him off. “Or maybe you do.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Matt whined, his heart beating faster against his rib cage. So hard that he was sure Cam could hear it knocking against the bone. “Cam, come on, please. Let me go.”
“Don’t wanna,” Cam said softly.
Matt’s racing heart picked up the pace when Cam’s face moved slowly toward him. So slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible. Oh. My. God. He could feel Cam’s breath against his mouth, the exhalations warm on his skin, sending shockwaves up his spine. What the hell was going on? “Cam-?” He was cut off by the gentle press of Cam’s lips to his. It was a barely there kiss, a mere brush of flesh that lasted a second, if that – but he felt it everywhere. Sparks of heat unfurled in his belly and he stared into Cam’s eyes as his friend, his best friend pulled back to gaze down at him.
“Huh,” Cam said on a rush of breath, the expression on his face quizzical as his gaze flitting from Matt’s mouth to hazel eyes and back. “If I do that again…will you break my face?”
Matt’s head was spinning. His entire world had tipped on its axis and he wasn’t sure what was up or down, left or right. But there was one thing that seemed to echo throughout ever fiber of his being. Snaking out his tongue to moisten his lips, he took a breath, his voice no more than a whisper. “I think I’ll break your face if you don’t.” Cam’s smile was fleeting as he bent his head and kissed Matt again.
This time, Matt tentatively kissed him back, their lips parting on a soft snick. The smile on Cam’s face was echoed on his own and he pushed against the hands holding him down, urging Cam to let go. He saw the hesitation in Cam’s eyes, and lifted his head to capture the other man’s full lower lip between both of his. He scraped his teeth across the soft flesh in an attempt to reassure Cam that he wasn’t going anywhere. When Cam released his fingers, Matt lifted his hand and slid his fingers up Cam’s jaw. The scratch of the other man’s new beard growth on the palm of his hand seemed to burn where it touched. “What the fuck are we doing?” He curled his hand around the back of Cam’s neck and pulled him down so that their lips were only a breath apart. Matt whimpered as Cam’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of his T-Shirt, their tips stroking against his bare skin.
“I have no idea,” Cam murmured, the tip of his tongue stroking across the seam of Matt’s lips. “But please don’t ask me to stop.”
“Don’t want you to stop,” Matt groaned, closing that final breath between them and slanting his mouth over Cam’s. He moaned into the kiss, marveling at how soft Cam’s lips were and how the scrape of Cam’s stubble against his skin was driving him crazy. Being kissed by Cam was a total assault on his senses. Matt’s fingers scrabbled for purchase against the strands of short hair curling around Cam’s ears and he gasped at the tentative brush of a warm tongue at his lips. “Oh God,” he mumbled, opening his mouth to allow Cam’s tongue to slip inside.
When Matt tentatively touched his tongue to Cam’s, it was as though someone had lit the touch paper and the fireworks were about to blow. Cam’s hands seemed to be everywhere all at once and Matt arched into their touch, his own fingers all but ripping Cam’s shirt from his pants to get to the skin beneath. Not even breakin
g the kiss, Matt struggled into sitting, reluctantly having to relinquish Cam’s lips when he lifted Matt’s T-shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. Dealing with Cam’s in the same haphazard manner, Matt groaned low in his throat as their bare chests rubbed sensuously against each other. The light dusting of soft hair on Cam’s skin on his was driving him insane where it brushed against his own hairless chest.
“Fuck, Cam… oh God,” he mumbled against the flesh of Cam’s throat when the other man’s teeth grazed his earlobe. Cam pulled back and stared down at Matt, his eyes darkened to a smoky blue. “Cam?” Matt gazed back at him, unsure whether Cam had come to his senses and was calling a halt to this madness. Then a look of such amazed wonder filled those blue depths, that Matt felt his throat tighten in response to the emotion there. Emotion he knew was mirrored in his own. He had no idea how they had got to this point…but it felt right, and he didn’t want it to stop.
Matt loosely closed his fingers around a strong bicep as Cam raised himself up on his hands and ground searching hips against Matt’s, his cock hard and thick beneath his straining zipper. Tilting his head back on the arm of the sofa, Matt offered up his lips again and Cam willingly accepted the invitation. Sliding his hand down the length of Cam’s honey-toned skin, Matt palmed the firm cheek of his ass through the denim Cam wore. He smiled against Cam’s lips at the unbidden moan that vibrated in the man’s throat, the sound harsh and raw in the quiet of the room.
“I want to take you upstairs,” Cam lifted his head and flicked his tongue across the fluttering pulse in Matt’s throat. “Matty, will you come upstairs with me?”
Matt pulled Cam down to him again, wrapping his arms around Cam’s slender shoulders and feeling the huff of warm breath against his skin. Everything had changed between them – the moment their lips met – everything had changed. But right now, it was just a few kisses and a little groping. If they went upstairs, they both knew what was going to happen and, if they took that step, there would be no going back.
Matt suddenly felt as though he were split in two, standing at a fork in the road, with two Cam’s standing either side of him, one ready to head left, the other right. They both held their hands out to him and he looked at each in turn.
On his right there was his best friend, the one he’d had most of his life, the one he trusted with his life. The one who knew all his secrets, dreams and the Friday Night Rules.
On the left was his best friend, the one he’d had most of his life, the one he trusted with his life. The one who knew all his secrets, dreams and the Friday Night Rules; and who had kissed him with a tenderness and surety he felt in his very soul.
If he took the path on the right, everything would remain the same, they could blame the beer and press play on Shaun of the Dead.
If he took the path on the left, nothing would be the same ever again – but there would be Cam and the certainty that wherever that path led to, Cam would be beside him every step of the way.
Tightening his arms around Cam, he turned his head and pressed his lips to the shell of Cam’s ear. “Yes.” He swallowed hard as Cam eased himself off Matt’s body and stood up, looking rumpled and beautiful in the glow from the TV. Nothing could have prepared him for the way their usual Friday night was ending up, but he knew that taking Cam’s hand and letting the other man pull him to his feet felt so right, so true. It was the easiest decision he had ever made.
Cam led Matt up the stairs. Stairs they had both walked a thousand times before, but that now led to the unknown, the exciting, toe-curling, nerve-jangling unknown. Matt’s heart was pounding against his ribcage when he followed Cam into the bedroom and closed the door. “This is weird,” he murmured, looking up at Cam as the approached the bed. “Is this weird?”
“You want to know what the weirdest thing about all this is?” Cam sat down on the edge of the bed and guided Matt between his legs. At his friend’s nod, he smiled softly. “That it’s not weird, know what I mean?” His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of Matt’s pants and skimmed the soft cotton of the boxers beneath. “I’m freaking out just as much as you here, believe me. But I still want to touch you… taste you…,” he huffed out a hoarse laugh. “Who the hell am I kidding?” His fingers tugged at the button holding Matt’s pants closed, popping the flat disc from the buttonhole and slowly pulling down the zipper. “Matty… I want you to fuck me so bad I can barely breathe, man. To feel you inside me, filling me, making me whole.”
Matt gulped in air. Cam’s words had turned his cock to granite in his pants, the head straining at the material, searching for release. “Fuck, Cam. I… touch me… please.” He whimpered low in his throat when Cam’s fingers ghosted over the material covering his cock and gasped as Cam slipped his hands beneath the waistband and pushed the pants down over the swell of his ass and down his legs. Putting a hand on one of Cam’s shoulders, he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to one side, standing before Cam in his boxers.
When Cam leaned forward and mouthed his cock through his boxers, he didn’t think his legs were going to hold him up. His knees threatened to buckle and his fingers bit into the soft flesh of Cam’s shoulders to keep him upright. He was going to come in his pants like a pubescent teenager and Cam hadn’t even touched flesh yet. Oh. My. Fucking. God! Matt gazed down into Cam’s blue eyes as he pulled back and eased the waistband of the boxers over Matt’s erection and sent them the same way as his pants.
Matt watched Cam stare at his thick, throbbing cock where it curled proud and hard against his belly. His head was tilted to the side as the other man studied Matt’s flesh as if he were going to be asked questions on it later. Once he seemed to get the measure of the member in front of him, Cam locked his gaze to Matt’s and took the hard shaft in his hand and stroked Matt from base to tip. “Cam,” Matt breathed, unable to take his eyes off the sight of Cam’s tongue sneaking out to circle the head of his cock. “Fuck, man. Suck it…Cam, please…just put me in your mouth.”
“I’ve got you, dude,” Cam said softly, sliding his fingers from Matt’s cock and around the firm globes of the other man’s naked ass. “You feel so good in my hands, Matty… I can’t believe how good you feel.”
“Cam,” Matt whined, shuffling a little closer, his cock head bumping against Cam’s chin. He was so hard. He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard in his life, not for any girl. His head was spinning. This all felt so forbidden, so exciting and if he didn’t have Cam’s mouth on him right now, he might just melt into a puddle at the other man’s feet.
“Alright, baby,” Cam chuckled and blew out a teasing breath across the head of Matt’s cock, smirking when Matt flinched and groaned at the assault on his sensitive flesh. Pulling gently on Matt’s ass, he bent his head and took the hard shaft between his lips.
“Fuck… Cam! That’s so fucking good,” Matt cried out, his voice thick and raw with desire. He had never seen anything as sexy as Cam’s lips around his cock. Had never felt anything as wonderful as the slight scrape of Cam’s teeth on his flesh, tongue on his skin. It was as though Cam’s mouth had been made especially for him. To touch him, to kiss him, to suck him. “Yes…that’s it…don’t stop,” Matt’s breath panted from between his lips as Cam sucked him down and pulled up again, his head bobbing faster and faster, taking more of the shaft in with each down-stroke. “Cam…Cam…stop…,” Matt batted at the back of Cam’s head as his balls tightened against his body and his orgasm spiraled throughout his belly, rushing through him at a rate of knots. “I’m… I’m gonna -.” Was all Matt could manage before he was pumping hot and hard down Cam’s throat, his hips losing all rhythm as he shot everything he had in white streams into Cam’s mouth. “Shit…fucking shit, Cam!”
Cam let Matt’s cock fall from his mouth and scrambled to his feet, cupping Matt’s face and pulling him in for a hot, dirty kiss. “Jesus, Matt. That was so fucking hot. You have no idea how fucking hot that was.” The words were a jumbled mess against Matt’s lips and Cam pulled him bac
kwards, toppling them both to the mattress.
Matt pushed at Cam’s hands and forced them back onto the pillows either side of Cam’s head. “It felt so good in your mouth, Cam,” he groaned, bending his head to scrape his teeth along the sensitive flesh behind Cam’s ear. “So hot, and wet.” He ground his hips against Cam’s, his cock already beginning to fill again even though he’d just come harder than he could ever remember coming. “I want to be inside you.” Cam’s growl against Matt’s ear in response was guttural and Matt bit down on the soft flesh of his shoulder. “I want to feel how hot and wet your tight little ass is around my cock.” He slanted his mouth over Cam’s and sucked the warm muscle of the other man’s tongue into his mouth, flicking at it with his own. Lifting his head, he gazed into Cam’s eyes, their exhalations mingling as they panted harshly. “I wanna fuck you, Cam.”
“Do it, God, please. Need you to do it, Matt – come on!”
Matt let go of Cam’s wrists with instructions not to move and he kissed and licked his way down Cam’s body. He paused to pay attention to the flat discs of Cam’s nipples, sucking them into his mouth, biting them and worshiping them with his tongue, until Cam was a writhing mass of need beneath him. Grinning at the way Cam made tiny mewling sounds when he swirled his tongue into his navel, Matt’s hasty fingers all but ripped the buttons open on Cam’s fly to yank his jeans and briefs down his legs together and toss them to the floor. He leaned back to drink his fill of Cam’s naked body. Which was kind of weird, because he’d seen Cam naked a hundred times before in various locker rooms throughout their lives – but now everything about him was new.
Cam was sprawled on the sheets, his fingers curled into the material of the pillows, where Matt had told him to leave them. His eyes heavy-lidded as he gazed down his body at Matt. Licking his lips at the sight of Cam’s thick, blood red cock curving up against his belly, Matt whimpered. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” Matt slid his hands up Cam’s thighs and shouldered his way between them, unable to take his gaze off the rise and fall of Cam’s cock with every harsh breath the other man took. He bent his head and took the thick shaft into his mouth, not giving Cam any warning and reveling in the cry that flew from between the other man’s lips as he began to move up and down the hot, velvety skin.
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