Three More Wishes (5 page)

"Need to know what, Cameron?"

"I need to know everything. Feel everything before the end. I want to feel
everything
."

"You will, I swear." Xander's fingers pushed into his hole, sliding in and out. "I could put my whole hand in here. On our last day. You'd never forget this, then. Never."

Cameron nodded. "I'd take it to my grave."

"Let's do it. We'll work up to it. On our last day, I'll hold you in my hand."

Xander's kisses started up again, the wet tip of his cock kissing Cameron's skin. Cameron held on, eyes wide open, trying desperately to see Xander, just a bit. Xander's mouth landed on his again, the kiss warm, wet, wicked. That distracted him enough to let him relax again.

Xander's prick pushed against his hole. "Ready, Cameron?"

"God, yes. Please. Please."

"Good." Xander pushed into him, slowly, spreading him open.

Cameron sighed softly, took the man easily, riding the ache. Xander kept pushing until the thick cock was all the way in. He could feel each breath Xander took. They leaned together, still, for long minutes. Xander hummed, one hand sliding on his skin.

"I wish I could see you."

Xander grabbed his hands and brought them to his body. "So look."

He groaned -- partially because he didn't want to have to do it this way, partially because Xander felt so good.

"
Look
at me, Cameron." Xander's first thrust came on the word look.

His hands started moving, exploring the broad chest, the heavily-muscled shoulders. The bulging arms. Xander panted and then began moving again. Long, slow thrusts filled him over and over as he explored. The man's belly was flat, dusted with hair.

"Great... great touch, Cameron."

"You're so hot."

"Mmm. I'm glad you think so."

"How could I not?"

Xander's mouth closed over his. His hands moved constantly, almost distracting him from the pressure inside him. Xander pressed kisses and licks over his face.

"Xander." He gripped the man's ass, tugged him in deeper, fascinated by the way Xander's buttcheeks clenched.

"God, you're tight." Xander kept thrusting, moving into him.

"Been a while."

He and Chett hadn't for months before it was all finally over.

"Lucky me." Xander sounded sincere. Even if he wasn't, Cameron was going to go with it.

Xander moved faster, pushed in harder. Cameron could hear each breath pushing out. He kept his hands on Xander's ass, kept pulling the man closer, deeper.

"Yeah. Fuck." The words slipped out of Xander, sounding husky, strained.

"Please. Please."

Xander's hand wrapped around him, tugging with each thrust.

"Yes!" His cock throbbed, ached, his balls drawing up tight.

"Yeah, Cameron. That's it. I can feel it."

His orgasm hit him low and deep, heat spraying from him, splashing his belly.

"Oh, damn. Yes." Xander jerked a few times, and then heat filled him.

"Xander." He went boneless.

Xander pulled out slowly, grabbed a tissue and gently wiped him. He melted, eyes closing. They would have to walk later.

Xander kissed the side of his face and kept him warm.

***

There was a soft knock at the door, and Xander kissed Cameron on the forehead. "Stay put, I'll get it."

Xander slipped his pants on, went to find the rolling table on the front porch. He called out a "thank you," not sure if anyone was still in earshot or not. Grinning, he rolled the tray into the bedroom with the beautiful bed. Cameron looked lovely and decadent in the middle of it.

"Our supper has arrived."

"It smells good."

"It looks good, too. There's calamari and octopus, snails, muscles, clams, shrimp, lobster. God, there's so much here."

"I've never had some of those."

"I'm glad. I want to share all these new things with you." He pushed the tray right to the edge of the bed and then climbed up to join Cameron.

Cameron moved his head, tilting and lifting his chin, obviously trying to see the food.

Xander put a bite of each thing on a plate and brought it close, put the plate on Cameron's lap. "There a bite of everything here. Start at twelve o'clock. Carefully, that's the clam and it's still in its shell."

"How do you eat it?"

"You need to pull the clam out of the shell. There's a fork for that. Now, the oyster, which is next to it, is also on the shell, but with that one you just lift it to your lips and suck it down. It's raw, by the way."

He took Cameron's hand and helped him find the items on the plate. "Next is the shrimp, which they've even taken the tail off of, so you can eat that as is with your fingers. The scallop is next, and it looks perfectly cooked." He leaned in to whisper in Cameron's ear. "You can eat that from my fingers."

Cameron pinked, shivered, eyes closing. So sexy. Xander couldn't imagine giving this one up. Why would Cameron's ex have done so?

He picked up the scallop and held it to Cameron's mouth. "The scallop is my favorite."

Cameron opened, groaning as he bit down into the sweet flesh.

"It's sweet, isn't it? And sort of melts in your mouth." A well-cooked scallop would, and Xander was willing to bet quite a lot that they did everything here just perfectly.

"Amazing. I've never tasted one so fresh."

Xander held his fingers to Cameron's lips. "Lick them clean?"

Cameron's fingers wrapped around his wrist, then the man's tongue lapped him clean. Xander groaned, his cock jerking a little. Cameron was so sensual; it was very sexy.

He wanted to know everything about Cameron. Why was he here? Where was he from? Who had he left behind?

"Here's the oyster," he said softly, putting the shell into Cameron's hand.

"I just... slurp it?"

"Yeah. Just pour down your throat. Don't chew -- trust me on this."

"Don't..." Cameron's eyes went wide, moving quickly in a show of panic.

He stroked Cameron's cheek. "Don't what?"

"Don't chew. Right. I'm a little wigged."

"We can skip the oyster, baby."

"No. No, I'll try. I'll never get another chance." Cameron's lips parted.

He chuckled. Cameron would if he wanted to, though maybe not as fresh as this one no doubt was. Xander guided Cameron's hands up, the edge of the shell landing against Cameron's lower lip. Cameron opened up, his eyes rolling, and sucked the oyster down.

"There you go -- you've now had an oyster. What did you think?" Xander wasn't too fond of them himself, but he knew some people loved them.

Cameron shook his head. "Slimy."

"Okay, no more oysters. They're really the only thing on the plate here that I don't like myself, and hopefully you won't find any other dislikes yourself. Lobster next?" He loved lobster and crab, and bless them, the kitchen had dealt with getting to the meat for them.

"Okay. Sure. Is it the tail?"

"There's tail meat, yeah. And claw meat, too. We should see which one we think is sweeter. I understand there's quite the debate raging about it in culinary circles."

That made Cameron smile. "Is there?"

"Apparently." He popped a bit of claw meat into Cameron's mouth. "That's 'A'."

He waited until Cameron had swallowed and then popped in a piece of tail. "And that's 'B'."

"Mmm..." Cameron moaned. "B."

"Tail is it." He shifted Cameron and popped him gently on the ass.

"Oh." Cameron shivered, shifted a little.

It made him feel so good, how easy it was to make Cameron react. "You're such a sweet treasure."

"No one's ever called me sweet before you."

"No? I don't see why not." Who the hell had Cameron been with?

"Cattlemen aren't sweet."

Xander chuckled. "No?"

"Not really. I mean, I'm not one anymore, but I used to be."

He fed Cameron a shrimp. "You aren't because of what's happening to your sight?"

"Well, of course. We have... had. I had a ranch, but there's no space for worthless people out there, and people talk and stuff."

"You're not worthless, Cameron!" He didn't want to hear Cameron saying stuff like that.

Cameron snorted. "That's nice of you to say."

"I'm not just saying it."

"What's next?"

"For the lovely man with the sensitive skin? How about a clam." He took the little fork and pulled the clam out, smelling. "Mmm. I think they've cooked it in a spicy broth." He held the fork up to Cameron's lips.

Cameron opened up, nibbling. "That's not bad."

"The broth really makes or breaks the clams, I think. Here. Calamari." He sniffed. "They've got some lemon juice on it. It should be nice and tender."

"Squids? They don't taste like rubber bands?"

Xander chuckled. "Not if they're cooked right, no."

"Okay. Okay. I'll try."

"I'll try it first. Test it." He took one, moaning at the taste. It melted in his mouth. "Oh, God. It's good." He offered one to Cameron.

Cameron's lips opened, the man trusting him. He slipped the perfect piece of calamari into Cameron's lips.

Cameron ate, humming softly. "I like that one. More, please."

God, it was good to see Cameron enjoying the food, the pretty face lighting up. He popped another piece of the silky calamari into Cameron's mouth. Cameron crunched down, groaning softly. Someone liked those. It made him smile, that Cameron had tried something new, something he thought wasn't going to be good, and had discovered how wonderful it actually was.

He fed the man another piece.

"Thank you." Cameron was looking more alive every second.

"There's some king crab here. It's like the lobster, only even sweeter. And there's some garlic butter to dip it in."

"I love garlic."

"And if we both have it, there won't be any breath problems.

That earned him another laugh, and Cameron nodded.

Xander dipped a chuck of crab meat into the garlic butter and slid it between Cameron's lips. He watched Cameron moan, lick the parted, hungry lips. He dipped his finger into the garlic butter this time, painted Cameron's lips with it and then leaned in and licked them clean again. Cameron gasped, tongue touching his. He hummed softly, letting the licking go on for awhile before backing off a little and popping another piece of crab into Cameron's mouth.

"I like that." Cameron reached out for him, touched his wrist.

Xander decided that he loved Cameron's touch. "Another?"

"Please."

He also loved seeing Cameron relax.

He chose different things, keeping it fresh, sliding the seafood between Cameron's lovely lips.

"Are you eating, too? You should. It's good."

"I am." He grabbed another scallop, taking a bite and then offering the other half over to Cameron. "And I think it's the best seafood I've ever had."

"I've never tasted better."

"We'll be spoiled for it now." He picked up a large piece of lobster tail meat and ate half of it, feeding the rest to his lover.

"Where do you go, when you go home?"

"I live in a small northwest town." He kept feeding Cameron as they talked.

"Cool." Cameron offered him a grin.

"I own a bookstore. I bet that sounds pretty nerdy to someone who worked a ranch." It was his, though and, nerdy or not, he loved it.

"No. No, cowboys read. Some of them, anyway."

That had him chuckling. "You, I take it? What's your favorite book?" He slipped more food into Cameron's mouth before the man could answer.

Cameron chewed, swallowed. "I used to like thrillers. I liked the Patterson ones best."

"What do you like now, then?"

"What do you mean?" Cameron looked puzzled.

"You said you used to like thrillers. What do you like now?"

"I can't read anymore. I haven't been able to for a little over a year."

"There's audiobooks, though. They're awesome." Just because he couldn't see, didn't mean Cameron had to give everything in his life up.

Cameron shrugged, looked uncomfortable.

Xander tilted Cameron's chin, turning the lovely face up to his. "What?"

Cameron's eyes rolled, searching the room. "Huh?"

"What's going on in that head of yours?" If only he could read Cameron's mind.

"Me? I'm okay. Good."

"Hmm." He wasn't sure Cameron was good. But then it was his job to make sure that Cameron was. He pressed his lips to Cameron's. Cameron kissed him back, carefully. "Have some more of this silky calamari." He slipped another piece into Cameron's mouth.