Aftermath (11 page)

"I wasn’t lying when I said you're the only one who makes sense to me," Austin murmured after a while. He cleared his throat and averted his eyes once more. "I mean, Gale helps, but…it's not the same thing."

Cam nodded slowly and instinctively moved his hand up Austin's arm, wanting to comfort. And to be closer. And to touch. And to fucking
have
. "I know." He did know. Since he last saw Austin days ago, he'd had two sessions with Gale, and she
was
good, but like Austin said, it wasn’t the same. She hadn't been in that cell with him.

As Austin tilted up his face again, their noses touched. Cam sucked in a breath, his heart suddenly pounding in his ribcage. He held that breath while Austin closed the distance between their bodies and wrapped an arm around his middle.

"Austin…" What the fuck was he doing?

Cam got his answer the second Austin brushed his lips over Cam's. Shallow breaths were exchanged while their mouths stayed connected in a ghosting touch. It was light, barely there, but fucking electrifying. When Austin applied pressure, Cam groaned in surrender and deepened the kiss further. He parted his lips and swiped the tip of his tongue over Austin's bottom lip. In return, Austin let out a quiet moan and pushed his tongue into Cam's mouth.

Their kiss grew greedier and greedier, as did their hands. No longer shying away from the blurry line of what was appropriate and not, Cam slid his hands down to Austin's firm ass and pulled him closer and closer until he could grind their hardening cocks together.

"Jesus," Austin panted. He broke away from the kiss to catch his breath, but he was back soon, only more eager in his movements. Hitching a leg over Cam's hip, he pushed himself up and ended on top. "Should I stop?" He nipped at Cam's scruffy jaw, then claimed him in another deep kiss.

"Only if you're a fucking idiot." Cam grunted and stuck his hands down Austin's sweatpants.

His blunt fingernails dug into the flesh of Austin's ass, causing him to groan and thrust his hips forward.
Fuck
, that felt good. He wasn’t about to get sentimental like some pussy, but there was no denying how satisfying this was on every damn level known to man. Not only was Austin sexy, but he was a good man—and an intoxicating kisser.

They kissed hard, deeply, tongues mingling, teeth nipping, and warm lips fusing. The scuff rasped tantalizingly, and it only made Cam's dick harder.

He needed to take the lead, though. Cam had no idea what was going on in Austin's head—and what had gone in there for the past few days, maybe even longer—but while the man seemed perfectly at ease with the kissing and teenage-style dry humping, Cam could sense Austin's hesitation about taking it further.

"Let me get you off." Cam's voice was gritty with lust as he rolled them over. In that metal cage they'd shared, they had seen each other naked countless times, but it hadn’t been like this. "Lose the pants, Austin." Cam dipped down and kissed him sensually, slowly, still deeply, while Austin pushed down his sweats. Then Cam let his right hand slide down to Austin's thick cock. They both shuddered. "Fuck," he breathed out. His fingers wrapped around the smooth, heavy, and steel-hard dick.

"Cam," Austin moaned. Cam stroked him teasingly, wishing he had lube nearby. Unlike him, Austin was circumcised. "Oh Christ, so good."

Cam hummed and captured Austin's mouth in a kiss, then moved his own mouth farther down. He took his time, kissing the hard planes of Austin's chest. He smelled fucking amazing, and Cam wanted to worship this body. It was a new feeling.

Settling between Austin's legs, Cam nudged them farther apart and spent some time kissing his abs, muscular thighs, and the trimmed area around his cock. His own dick was pressing against the mattress, needing friction, which made him curious as to how far Austin was willing to take this.

Burying his nose at the root of Austin's cock, he breathed in deeply, groaning at the musky scent of bodywash and arousal. His mouth watered. He moaned, and he fisted the cock harder and licked his way up the underside of it. Then he closed his mouth over the head, suckling and gently grazing it with his teeth.

"Oh, fuck." Austin let out a whimpered breath and threaded his fingers through Cam's hair. Not really guiding him—just wanting him down there. As Cam wet his lips and started sucking, he looked up to find Austin watching him with hunger and deep-rooted desire in his eyes.

Wanting to take the next step, Cam paused for a second—never breaking their gaze—and coated the tip of his thumb in saliva, then took Austin's entire length into his mouth again. The head touched the back of Cam's throat, and a small spurt of pre-come spread its flavor in his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around Austin's cock; at the same time, he slid his thumb down to Austin's ass. The last thing he wanted was to take it too far, but he had a feeling Austin would enjoy this.

"Jesus Christ, don’t stop, Cam." Austin threw his head back on the pillow, his body tense with pleasure. He even pulled his knees up and farther apart, exposing himself to Cam. "So fucking good," he groaned as Cam circled his hole with the pad of his thumb.

He brushed over it softly, drawing out the experience. In the meantime, he tightened his lips around Austin's dick and sucked harder, took him deeper, and sped up.

Every now and then, in small pulses, Cam tasted Austin's arousal. It drove him fucking mad with lust. He breathed through his nose, intent on giving Austin all he had—focus, attention, a good fucking orgasm. He took all of Austin's cock and sucked 'til his jaw ached. One hand teased his ass, going from stroking and rubbing to pushing and slowly pressing inside. His other hand cupped Austin's tight sac, massaging and tugging.

"Close," Austin eventually choked out. "
Fuck
—I'm coming."

If his body was tense before, it had nothing on this.

Cam watched the defined muscles of Austin's torso as his orgasm took over. The first release hit the back of his throat just as the last inch of Cam's thumb disappeared into Austin's ass. Austin moaned and grunted, fisting Cam's hair to keep him where he was. Not that Cam had plans to leave yet. He swallowed everything, gently fucking him with his thumb, and didn’t stop until Austin shuddered and unclenched his muscles.

Both were panting as Cam kissed his way up Austin's body again, one in need, one in obvious exertion.

Cam wasn’t gonna lie and say some kissing and cuddling would do; he fucking needed to get off. How was the only question.

But Austin wasn’t about to leave him hanging. When they were face-to-face again, Austin took control of the kiss. Their tongues met, and Cam was almost caught off guard by the possessiveness with which Austin kissed him.

He surrendered willingly, ending up on his back with Austin half on top of him and running the show. His left hand explored Cam's chest, and it was almost tender. So fucking sensual.

"I didn’t like seeing Brian so close to you," Austin admitted out of nowhere. "I have no right to feel that, but…" He didn’t allow Cam to answer right away, kissing him hard.

Cam flushed with heat and pulled Austin closer, reveling in the feeling of being claimed.
God-fucking-dammit, he's sexy
. He felt like he was being seduced, which Cam considered a form of foreplay he rarely engaged in. He'd had his hookups, and all he'd ever needed was a phone call to confirm. There hadn't been a man or a woman in Cam's life for a long time where he hadn't gone the fuck-and-duck route.

"He's outta the picture," Cam muttered breathlessly as Austin dragged his short fingernails over Cam's chest. "And you're killing me here." His nipples were fucking sensitive, making the skin around his cock tighten each time Austin touched him. And the kisses didn’t stop, either. Whether it was on the lips or down his neck, Austin's mouth didn’t leave his body. "Shit." He exhaled and shivered as Austin's hand trailed down to Cam's abs.

"No patience?" Austin smiled into the kiss he dropped on Cam's sternum. By now, Austin's fingers were dipping under the waistband of Cam's basketball shorts.

"Overrated," Cam grunted. He lifted his head and kissed the back of Austin's neck. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and it was as addictive as Austin himself. "Oh fuck, yeah." Cam collapsed down onto the pillow again as Austin finally fisted his hard cock. "Keep going." He reached down and squirmed his way out of his shorts and boxer briefs.

Once Cam was completely naked, Austin positioned himself on top of him, lining up his half-hard cock with Cam's throbbing one. They moaned. Austin stroked them both at a steady pace, all while he returned to kiss whatever spot on Cam's body he could reach. The man seemed to have a thing for Cam's ink, as he often lingered there.

There were words left unsaid between the men—Cam could feel it. But maybe they weren’t ready for that shit. Words sometimes complicated things.

"Don’t you use anything when you jerk off?" Austin asked, looking down between them. "Lotion or whatever."

Cam pushed his hips forward, sliding his cock deeper into Austin's hold. "Does it look like I need it?" That was for men who were cut. Grasping Austin's chin, Cam pulled him in for a hard kiss. They moved together, two cocks rubbing against one another in Austin's hand. "Yeah, that’s it." Cam moaned.

Austin was spreading a bead of pre-come over them, making the friction slicker and hotter. Next he let go completely, but before Cam could protest, Austin licked his palm and resumed jerking them.

Austin smirked and kissed Cam's jaw. "Better?"

"Yeah." Cam nodded, feeling his balls tightening. His abs tensed. A slow burn spread throughout his body, and he started to pant. "Fuck, Austin." That name went on a loop in his head as he got closer and closer to his climax. Goddamn, he was desperate to get off now.

Without warning, Cam went rigid. Heat shot down his spine toward his groin, and it felt like his balls were gonna explode. He came with a groan, soaking them in three, four streams. Austin gathered what he caught and used it as lube, prolonging Cam's orgasm by squeezing them together harder. Cam was nearly blinded by the white-hot fire that flashed before his eyes. Austin's passionate kisses and moans only made it better.

"Fuck!" Cam gasped as his body finally relaxed. He melted into the mattress, feeling like he was made out of jelly. "God…" He swallowed, his kisses lazy and messy. "You ready for more?" He could feel that Austin was hard again.

"No," Austin chuckled drowsily, collapsing next to him. "I'm not twenty anymore." He hummed and pulled Cam close, obviously not giving a shit about the cooling release between them. "Damn, I'm tired."

"Me too." And maybe Austin didn’t care about the mess, but Cam did. "I'll be right back."

He disappeared for a minute, then returned with a washcloth. He'd already wiped himself clean, and now he zeroed in on Austin's naked body. Shit, he really was a sight. He was more tan than Cam, and in the dim light of the living room, Austin's skin looked almost golden.

"Good service," Austin murmured, his smile more evident in his eyes than on his lips.

"Don’t get used to it." Cam laughed through his nose and shook his head. He finished and threw the washcloth in the laundry before getting back into bed. "By the way—" he stifled a yawn and slid under the blanket, into Austin's waiting arms "—if you wake up tomorrow regretting this, you know where the fucking door is."

He'd said it as a joke, but he felt the truth of the statement.

"You have nothing to worry about." Austin kissed him chastely, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and wrapped an arm around Cam's waist. "I promise."

Unfortunately, Cam wasn’t so sure. His mind was already spinning. While he knew Austin was still intoxicated, he wasn’t drunk off his ass. Austin had wanted this. But maybe he was under the influence enough to ignore the obvious consequences that were about to follow. Too many things had to be taken into consideration—or rather, people. Not things. Austin's wife. Riley. Then his and Cam's friendship.

Now, Cam wasn’t some nagging woman who had to overanalyze everything, but he did need to have his facts straight. Whatever had happened tonight couldn’t be taken lightly. It would change shit.

Cam fucking hated changes.

When Austin woke up the morning after, he'd expected to find Cam next to him. He'd also been ready to calm him down in case he attacked Austin like he had on the patio last week. But Cam wasn’t there. He was in the kitchen; Austin could hear pots and pans clanking together with unnecessary force. Cupboards, too. And there was the fridge door. Or freezer.

With a sigh, Austin rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t know what to think—what to feel—about last night, this week…hell, his life. It would be damn easy to push it all down and ignore it—for a while—but it couldn’t go on forever. Eventually, he'd have to figure out what he wanted.

Thinking about Jade didn’t help with his anger, although he didn’t really have a choice. Austin loathed the fact that he'd technically cheated on his own wife, but… He'd felt betrayed by her words; she'd basically given him an ultimatum. Then on the other hand, he didn’t know if he really cared anymore. About their marriage, about
her
.

Because what had started out as craving comfort from Cam had morphed into an indescribable attraction.

Yesterday he hadn't been able to control himself. He'd thought about Cam too much, and then when he'd connected the dots between Brian and Cam…it had turned him into a jealous bastard who needed to mark his territory. He'd felt threatened.

He had no regrets whatsoever about last night, but he probably could've gone about it differently. Like when he had his shit together. Not when he was drunk, probably-or-maybe-not getting divorced, tired, confused, and weak.

Austin felt weak now, too. In fact, he felt like he could break down. It was all becoming too much. While half his mind was ready to shut down and become a robot, the other half of him was screaming. His breathing sped up. His head was swimming. He was slightly hungover. A headache began to settle in. He didn’t know what was going to happen today. He didn’t know what he had left.