Three More Wishes (3 page)

He slowed them down, grabbed a strawberry and held it in his mouth. Oh. Bright. He fed it to Cameron from his own lips. Cameron nibbled, so careful. He was less careful, biting through the berry, the burst of flavor filling his mouth. Cameron's tongue chased the juice. Chuckling, he chased Cameron's tongue.

They both started laughing harder, tongues playing, the tension flaring between them. His laughter turned into a groan, his hips moving faster now, his hands pulling hard at Cameron. He was suddenly close, the need right there.

"Please." Cameron's fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging hard.

"Both of us," he managed to say, one hand leaving Cameron's hip to push the long cock against Cameron's fingers, too.

"Both." Cameron jacked them both with sure, short strokes.

"Yes. God. Yes." He bit his lower lip, moaned.

Cameron's handspeeded up, harder, moving over them both.

"That's it, Cameron. Come on. Let's go over together."

"Yes. Together. Together. I want to know."

"Kn...know what?" he managed.

"What you feel like. What you smell like."

Oh, God. That turned Xander on so much. "I feel wonderful. You feel wonderful. God, soon, Cam."

"Soon." Cam's thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, nudging his slit.

"Shit! Yes!" Xander cried out, heat spraying up out of his cock.

Cameron moaned, lips parting, fingers rubbing through his seed.

"You like how I smell?"

"Y...yes." Cameron's fingers were moving less steadily.

He wrapped his own hand around Cameron's, kept it stroking. "Good. Let's add you to it."

Cameron nodded, eyes closed, lips open. "Yes."

"When you've come, I'm going to taste you -- taste us together."

That sent Cameron over the edge, seed spilling onto their hands.

Groaning, Xander mixed their come together and then brought his hand up, painting Cameron's lips with their juice. Cameron moaned, lips open, offered to him. He pressed his mouth to Cameron's, and they shared the taste between them, salty, bitter with a hint of sweet, and he rubbed the rest into Cameron's belly. Cameron licked at his mouth, the soft sounds pouring into his lips.

"So sensual." Had Cameron always been like this, or was it because he was losing his sight?

Xander was going to find out. He was going to find everything out.

Perfect.

It was perfect.

Well, if he could see Xander, it would have been perfect, but if he could see, he'd still be on the ranch with Chett and living a normal life, not spending everything in a final blaze of glory.

Cameron opened his lips as another strawberry was pressed in.

"I don't think I've ever tasted better," murmured Xander. The next strawberry was on a bed of shortcake and had whipped cream on top of it.

"What's your favorite?" He was going to remember this flavor.

"Fruit?" Xander asked, tongue sliding along the corner of his lower lip.

Cameron moaned at the heat, lips parting. "Anything."

"At the moment, it's sitting in the sun and feeding strawberries to this sexy man I met..."

"Flatterer." It felt good, though, and he chose to believe it. To believe in all of it. He had that luxury.

"It's true, though. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." Xander sounded so sincere.

"Me, either."

"Good. And my favorite fruit are cherries. The advantage of strawberries is that there's no pit to spit out." Xander popped another strawberry into his mouth.

"Cherries are good, especially in pie."

"Oh, no. I like them fresh as is. The just ripe ones, so they're still hard and they make a noise when they break between your teeth and the juice squirts out into your mouth..."

Cameron's cock jerked, began to fill again. "You have a way with words."

"Thank you." Xander kissed him again and then rubbed their noses together. "Tell me what you like, what you want. Should I tie you up? Should I spank you? Do you want me to fuck you into oblivion?

"I haven't tried very much. I want to try as much as I can before it's over."

Xander chuckled. "You don't need to be able to see to do most things."

He didn't have an answer to that. He needed to see to be him.

After a moment of silence, Xander spoke again. "I want to take you to bed and show you everything you've never done before."

"Please." He wrapped his arms around Xander's shoulders.

Xander stood, holding him close and not letting go as he was carried into his cabin, into the bedroom.

"Xander." It was darker in here, cooler, and the air was moving.

"Yeah, Cameron?"

"I like the way your name sounds." The silence scared him now.

"Oh. Thanks. It's short for Alexander, but I never liked that name."

"My ex called me Cam. I don't let anyone do that now."

"Can I ask what happened?" It was the first time Xander sounded tentative.

"With my ex?"

"Yeah. If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay. I can't help be curious about a man who would be crazy enough not to hold onto someone like you, though."

"I'm going to be totally blind in a matter of months." It was pretty clear, really.

Xander was silent for a moment, setting him down on the bed. "He left you because of that?"

"He needed someone that could pull his weight. I understood."

"Wow... " Xander's fingers slid on his skin.

Cameron shrugged. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"I'm still sorry it happened to you."

"I'm not." He wouldn't be able to kill himself if he was in a relationship.

"No? I don't think I could let it go like that." Xander kissed him suddenly. "On the other hand, we wouldn't have this if you were still with him, and I'm finding I'm liking this a lot."

Cameron nodded, kissed Xander again. He was, too.

"I want to feel your ass around me, Cameron. I want to do that once before we do anything more adventurous. I think it's important."

He swallowed hard, nodded. "You're bigger than anyone I've been with. You'll feel so good." It might have been his imagination, but he thought maybe his words made Xander preen a little.

Xander settled him, legs spread across the huge thighs. The man's hands moved on him, smoothing over his skin and leaving warm tingles behind. He looked down, but the room was dim, he only saw the barest shadows.

As if Xander could feel him trying to see, the man grabbed one of his hands, brought it to his face. "Look with your hands, Cameron."

He nodded and tried not to think about it. Stupid fucking body. Xander kissed his palm and then his fingertips before turning those lips on his wrist.

"Oh." Oh, so sensitive. Right there.

Humming, Xander licked his skin, traced his veins. His fingers curled, heat and lightning sliding up his arm. That hot tongue slowly followed his vein up along his arm. He started gasping, moaning, completely focused on that tongue.

Another hum vibrated up along his arm, and Xander's fingers began to tease his belly. Soft moans started leaving him. Xander rolled him, putting him on his back as the vein following continued farther up his arm.

"So hot. Your tongue is so hot." And Cameron was so hard he hurt.

"You taste great." More licking teased his skin, Xander's tongue like magic.

"Thank you. Please, don't stop."

"No, not going to stop. God, not going to stop." It felt so good, hearing Xander's need.

The man followed his veins up over his bicep to his shoulder. His skin goosepimpled, his entire world completely focused on that touch. Along his collarbone and to his throat, Xander seemed determined to taste every part of him.

Soon Cameron wasn't even thinking. He was simply a ball of sensation, of pleasure.

The warm fingers slid over him from his waist down, the hot tongue everywhere else. He groaned softly, twisted on the bed. Xander touched the tip of his nipple with that hot tongue. He arched, chest pushed into Xander's lips. The tip of Xander's tongue slid back and forth across his nipple, the sensation building and building. His hips were moving in time, bucking quickly against Xander.

"Sweet, needy man." Xander moved to his other nipple, worked it just like the first one.

Was he sweet? He'd been called depressed, angry, bitter. Desperat... "Oh. Oh, please."

Xander let his nipple go and slowly, so damn slowly, worked his way down. One of his legs cocked, bent as he spread himself. Xander's chuckle tickled his belly, then the man's tongue circled his navel before fucking the little indentation. His own laughter bubbled out of him.

He could feel Xander's smile against his skin, then that magical tongue was working its way farther down.

"Oh..." He reached down, needing to keep their connection.

Xander nuzzled his hand and then licked, very briefly, the tip of his cock. Cameron gasped, the heat flaring, then disappearing, leaving a cold sensation. Xander didn't go immediately back to it, instead, that hot tongue slid over to his right hip. His eyes were closed, and he focused on the heat, the slick. The pleasure.

Humming, Xander sent sensation shooting over his hip, teeth and lips and tongue playing him.

"So good. So good, thank you."

"Shh. Just feel." Xander sucked at Cameron’s skin, pulling it between his lips, then releasing it and licking closer to Cameron's prick.

The sheets were so soft under his bare ass. His skin was awake, alive. His cock was bypassed, Xander moving to nose at his balls, lick them so gently.

"Xander..." He spread, tears in his eyes. So intimate.

One of his balls was taken into Xander's mouth. It was so hot, so unbelievably good.

"Oh, God. Oh, God." He whispered the words, over and over, like a prayer.

The sensations in his ball slid through his prick and up along his spine. Then Xander let his ball go and took in the other one.

"Going to come. Please. Going to." That pressure was amazing, perfect.

Xander let his other ball go and shifted. "Okay." Then, without warning, Xander took his cock in.

He sat up, a sharp cry leaving him, seed spraying from him like he was a teenager. Xander swallowed him down, throat squeezing around the tip of his cock.

"Oh, God. Yes..." Cam shuddered with every swallow.

Xander kept sucking, even when he was done, pulling out little aftershocks and cleaning him.

"Th...thank you. Oh, God. So good."

"You taste great." Xander slid up along his body, sharing his own taste with him in a kiss.

"Thank you." He scooted closer, hands moving over Xander's body.

A low moan sounded, Xander the noise wanton.

"How do you want me?" he asked.

"I want you."

"I'm right here."

"I know. I should finish what I started first." Xander began to slide back down his body.

"Xander?" Finish? Finish what?

"Right here, Cameron." Xander pushed his legs apart and kissed his inner thigh.

"But... Oh. So soft." The caress made his breath hitch.

"You are." Xander licked and then kissed again.

"I thought you wanted inside me..."

"Eventually. I need to finish tasting you first."

"Tasting me? Do I taste good?"

"You do." Xander's mouth was back at his balls, but he just dropped a pair of soft kisses before pushing beyond them, licking toward his hole.

"Xander?" He gasped, shivered. Chett wouldn't do that for him. He'd never had a lover who would.

"Hmm?" The sweet licks stopped just shy of his hole, Xander's head rising. He supposed Xander was looking up at him.

"You don't have to. I. I know some people don't like to."

"They have no idea what they're missing out on." Xander's face pressed between his legs again, this time the hot tongue going straight for his hole, teasing it.

He groaned and spread, legs sprawling wide.

"Yes," floated up from between his legs, and then Xander began to lick at him, little touches to the sensitive skin around his hole.

Oh, God. He grabbed his knees and pulled, spreading himself, baring himself. Humming, Xander licked harder, tongue dragging partway along his crack and then hard over his hole. He'd never felt anything quite like that, quite so intense, so wild. Then Xander's tongue pushed into his body, wet and hot and spreading him just enough to feel.

"Fuck..." The single, filthy word pushed out of him.

That seemed to spur Xander on, the hot tongue inside him going deeper. He bucked into the penetration, cock starting to fill again. Xander wriggled his tongue, and then fucked him with it, pushing it in and out and in and out. Cameron groaned, swallowed, moved on Xander's tongue.

It went on and on, Xander driving him out of his mind. Crazy. Xander was making him crazy. It just kept going, Xander stopping now and then to take a deep breath, to blow against his wet hole. He shivered over and over, nipples going tight. Xander spread his ass cheeks with both hands, palms hot against his skin, and dove in even deeper.

"I can't... You're. I. Your tongue." Fuck.

His words spurred Xander on again, the man's tongue moving faster. His cock started to try and rise one more time. One of Xander's fingers slipped into him, spreading him a little more than that tongue alone could do.

"Please..." He wasn't even sure what he was begging for.

Xander hummed, and the vibrations shot up through him. His hands explored his own body, sliding over his skin as he was driven higher and higher into absolute craziness. He lost track of time, of everything, pleasure all there was.

He cried out as Xander's tongue slid away, jerked as a soft kiss landed on his balls. All he could focus on was Xander and the need the man was building in him.

Xander pressed a tube into his hand. "Get my prick ready?"

"Yes. Yes." He got the tube open, slicked his hand.

Xander straddled his chest, waiting for his touch. He found Xander's belly with his dry hand, then headed south so he could find Xander's cock. Thick, hot, swollen -- it felt great in his hand. Groaning, Xander pushed into his touch, the tip of the hard cock leaking a drop of liquid for him; Xander liked that.

Cameron focused on making the man move for him again, to hear that deep, low groan again.

"You've got a great touch, Cameron." God, his name sounded good in Xander's husky tones.

"Thank you. Your cock is so hard."

"It is. I want you."

"I'm yours." For another four whole days.

"Am I slick enough?" Xander asked, cock throbbing in his hand.

"Yes. Yes, I need to feel you." He wanted to know what that thick, fat cock felt like buried inside of him.

Xander slid down his body and settled between his legs. One was raised to Xander's shoulder, the thick head of Xander's cock pressing against him. Damien had assured him there wouldn't be any need for condoms, that his lover would be clean. Not that it mattered. Not now. But, still, it was good to know.

Xander was so hot as he pushed in, slowly, oh so very slowly.

"Big. Full." He was so full.