Buzz (The Riley Brothers Book 1) (10 page)

“Fucker.”

Cameron laughed, his eyes bright as he knelt back enough to unbutton Noah's jeans. He worked swiftly to pull them down as Noah squirmed out of them.

“Ooh, naughty,” Cameron purred. Noah's bulge strained at his skimpy briefs. “And hot.”

“Sucking your cock was hot, what can I say? But you know what'll make me hotter?” Noah breathed out, kicking off his jeans and shivering as bare skin finally grazed his legs and stomach and chest. Every spot Cameron brushed with nothing remaining between them tingled and burned.

“I can take a wild guess,” Cameron whispered, and then he pulled down Noah's underwear.

Noah kicked it off as his cock bobbed free. The second it was free from pressure, despite the near-pain of confinement, it ached to be touched once again.

Cameron unthreaded himself from his underwear as he yanked that down, too, and twisted to kick it off. “Way too many layers. Too much work.”

“Naked morning sex is the easiest,” Noah murmured, winking at Cameron. “Just get it up and go...”

Cameron laughed and pressed their lips together again with such affection it made Noah blush. Then, he murmured, “You got condoms? My trousers being... downstairs...”

Noah laughed. “Bedside table,” he promised. “And K-Y.”

“Perfect,” Cameron murmured, leaving him with one more teasing kiss by his ear before leaning over to search the basket drawer. Noah thanked his past self for having had the foresight to clean that out this morning.

Cameron knelt up between Noah's legs and Noah grabbed his knees to pull them up, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“You want me to fuck you?” Cameron grinned, twiddling a condom between his fingers while holding lube in the other hand.

“Only more than
anything else
,” Noah moaned, and he knew that had been a lisp but he didn't give a fuck. Cameron found it cute.

Cameron's fingers were already slicked before Noah finished the sentence. By the time Noah had caught his breath, wet fingers pressed against his opening. Noah gave a full-body twitch, but the cool slickness rapidly warmed.

“I wonder how sensitive you are.”

“Pretty fucking.”

Cameron grinned. “This will be fun.”

Penetration didn't come easy for the first few seconds, but then the fingers slid into him as a welcome relief from his craving. It wasn't what he was truly aching for, but it was a close second.

Noah caught his breath as Cameron crooked his fingers, slowly rubbing back and forth inside him until he found it. He squirmed, losing his breath even with the first few strokes of Cameron's fingers. Even two fingers were so thick it was a little
too
satisfying. “Oh, Jesus, you don't wanna do that too much.”

Cameron laughed, leaning down again to kiss him. He was already sensually sliding his fingers in and out in a motion that Noah thrust his hips with. The bed creaked and Cameron whispered against his lips, “Maybe I do.”

“I'd rather you fucked me than let me blow my load before we even get started.” Noah wasn't shy about asking for what he wanted. The way Cameron's eyes widened and darkened made him shiver with pleasure.
That got him going.

Cameron's cock had to be throbbing now. After Cameron pulled his fingers out and wiped them off, he rolled a condom on in one smooth swoop of his hand.

“Come on,” Noah whispered, pulling his legs even further up and apart until he was bent in two. Cameron draped his body across Noah's, pinning him down to the bed and tangling his left hand in Noah's hair while his right guided himself inside.

Noah clutched at Cameron's back. Firm, thick pressure pushed at the opening. Then, it pushed
past
, and slowly slid further and further in.

Jesus, he's big!

The more he slid in, the more Noah wanted of him until they were pressed together about as tight as they could manage.

And then, Cameron pulled back and thrust his body into Noah's, his cock riding up inside him like a fuckin'
animal
.

“Yes!” Noah grunted, not caring that his voice was sharp and loud. His body craved a hard, fast pace, and his orgasm was going to be blinding. “Enough teasing. Hard.”

Cameron obeyed, tangling his hand in Noah's hair as Noah moaned his approval. Cameron pulled Noah's head back and kissed along the exposed line of his throat. The cock inside him, rubbing hard against his prostate with each quick thrust, made his muscles pulse and flutter with pleasure.

He was so fucking turned on already – from dinner, making out in the kitchen, sucking Cameron's cock... It wouldn't be long, but it would be
incredible
.

“Tell me how you like it,” Cameron encouraged in a whisper, his voice dripping filthy hot in Noah's ear.

Noah's nerves sparked over and over again. He was dull to everything except the cock in him, the hot body pressed up against him, the hand in his hair and the lips kissing up and down his neck and ear until he frantically squirmed into the duvet.

“Yes...! Oh, fuck, Cam, you're good. It's so fuckin' good. Hard and fast.”

“You're gorgeous,” Cam praised breathlessly. The bed creaked with each hard thrust of body into and across body. His skin shone with sweat as he focused completely on Noah's face like he was memorizing every moment of Noah's pleasure.

Noah closed his eyes but leaned up to invite a kiss on his lips again, and Cameron indulged.

As Cameron sucked on Noah's lips, Noah's legs dropped from between them. He spread them wide so Cameron better pressed against him. That gave fucking excellent friction between them as Noah's cock was squeezed tightly between their bodies.

“Jesus...! Cam!”

Now
it wouldn't be long.

Cameron was already out of breath, but he kissed for all he was worth. Grunts and moans of pleasure were stifled against their lips.

Noah turned his face away for a moment just to force them to spill out into open air, and they sounded
incredible
. Every sharp, unrestrained sound between them made him clench tight with pleasure. Cameron's hips stuttered and breathing sped up. That spot deep in Noah's cock lit up with burning and swelling pleasure...

And then Noah was gone.

He lost himself to blackness for a moment. Every muscle drew tight and released in unpredictable patterns. His legs shook and he desperately rutted against those washboard abs.

Jesus Christ, he actually
felt
that most sensitive spot right on the underside of the head of his cock rub against the ridge of one of Cameron's abs! As he sprayed his pleasure across them both, he cried out Cameron's name.

Maybe a few curse words, too.

And “
yes
!”... several times.

Cameron's body slammed into his own as Cameron grunted, then caught his breath in quick, purposeful exhalations.

“N-Noah...!”

Holy shit. That was
hot
.
Cam was coming inside him. Noah burned with the desire to be fucking
filled
and owned by this sex god who had landed in his town and his bed.

I want to be his.

His whole body pulsed and pounded with pleasure as Cameron gave a few last grunts, his hips shoving up against Noah.

Then, his body finally went limp and blanketed Noah's. They sprawled together, their stomachs both wet from Noah's pleasure as limbs tingled to life again and awareness crept back.

Noah already knew he didn't want Cam to go, but he probably had to. “You have to go?” he asked, pitching his voice up in a question and trying not to sound too desperate. “I mean, your friends...”

Cameron's eyes flickered closed for a moment before he reopened them. “Yeah. I'm sorry. I should... call a few people, you know?”

“No, it's okay,” Noah murmured, but he didn't move to get up yet. Cameron's cock slid out of him, and Noah lay back with a dopey little smile while Cameron peeled off the condom. “I had... so much fun. We're doing this once you get back, right?” He smirked. “Well, you know, a date. Not necessarily
this
... but that too.”

Cameron smiled with relief, like he hadn't expected Noah to want him back in the house again. “Yeah! I mean, yeah, whenever we can. I'll be back pretty soon.”

Was he used to assholes? Probably. That ex didn't sound like a nice piece of work, and Noah just hoped Cam wasn't too bruised. But he seemed emotionally healthy on the whole.

“Good,” Noah murmured, reaching up to cup Cameron's cheek in his hand. He liked the burn of five-o'clock-shadow across his palm. “God, that was good.”

Cameron grinned. “My name's Cam,” he teased.

Noah laughed and patted his cheek in not quite a slap, but a teasing reprimand. “Oh, don't be that guy with the massive ego. Your dick doesn't need competition.”

Cameron's jaw dropped.

Noah burst out laughing at the expression on his face. “What? I tell it like it is.”

“You're...” Cameron trailed off, but he was laughing. “You can say that again. All of it.”

Noah laughed again, making his fingers tingle. In fact, his whole body was still buzzing with pleasure. He could hardly get up, but he should see Cam out.

As Cam collected his clothing and put it on, Noah stole moments to glimpse until Cameron laughed and told him off for being a voyeur.

“Guilty,” Noah grinned, watching him step into his jeans in the kitchen. “I can't help it. Hot guy in my house, I'm gonna fuckin' watch him all day.”

“You don't have many contractors comin' over, do you?”

“Not anymore,” Noah mock-seriously joked, pulling his lips down in an exaggerated frown. “The last one couldn't take the heat. I've been without a bedroom door since.”

It looked like Cameron was about to go grab his tool box. “I can help. That's not ri-- Oh.”

A delighted laugh escaped Noah's throat. Cameron had taken him seriously, and the guy was a fuckin' sweetheart. “You softie.”

Cameron blushed. “Well, I know a thing or two, and... you're a trickster, you know?” he scolded, patting his pockets to make sure he had everything.

“Mmhmm.”

Noah was still naked, so he stayed back as he followed Cameron to the front door. “Good luck moving out of Toronto.”

Cameron turned to face him when he reached the front door, then beckoned him over to lean down for a simple, sweet kiss. It was just a brush of lips on lips, but Noah knew it meant more than any kiss up in the bedroom had. “Thank you,” he murmured. “At least I've got a couple good things waiting...”

That last sentence had just a hint of an uptick at the end to make it a question, and Noah knew what it was. He nodded firmly at Cameron. “You do. A third date, and that's when you're supposed to get lucky... I mean, if you're straight. Maybe that's a rumor. I don't know how straight people work,” he confessed.

Cameron was grinning affectionately. It made Noah's heart hurt to think about waiting days to see him again.

Their goodbye kiss was sweet this time before Cam let himself out. “See you soon,” Cam murmured, and that was a promise if Noah had ever heard one.

“Bye,” Noah smiled.

Once Noah locked the door, it was time to get to bed and let that pleasant buzz in his body lull him to sleep.

Cameron sighed as he stepped into his Toronto apartment. His legs were still woozy from turbulence. With a flight into the city centre airport and no luggage, he'd made it here in record time, but somehow, it didn't feel like home.

The windows in this place were floor-to-ceiling along the lake side of the building. It was all hardwood and sleek design... and cold. The first time Nathan had walked in, he'd complimented the modern aesthetic while bending over the kitchen counter.

Jesus. How could I forget?
He could still be around. “Nate?” Cameron called out, sighing with relief when he didn't get an answer.

When he rounded the corner to the kitchen, he found a set of keys on the counter. They sat on a note in Nathan's handwriting.

Not again.

“What do you have to say for yourself now?” Cameron muttered.

A glance around the place told him exactly what he'd done: the stupid antique chair Nathan had bought was gone, the lamps Nathan liked were gone, the cabinet was gone...

“Asshole.” He glanced at the note.

Dear Cam--

Can't handle this anymore. Like I said, it's all too childish. You look back at every guy who looks at you. I need something mature and if it's not one thing it's another with you. Last straw was the hospital for your “heart problem”. You want my pity? You've got it. There's enough admirers to choose from in hospital I bet. Seek your attention there. Maybe they can help you grow enough balls to come out, properly.

Bye.

N.

“What the fuck?”

Cameron bent over, bracing his elbows on the counter. He
knew
Nathan was a manipulative bastard he shouldn't listen to, but Nathan had ripped off the gloves.

And it was so fucking
untrue
. Some of the other guys had girlfriends and a few were married. Others slept with every woman who smiled at them. That didn't mean shit about them as long as they were solid guys he'd trust his life with – and they were, every one of them.

Even when he and Nathan were off-again, Cam hadn't slept with every guy who offered. And if he had, so what? It wouldn't make him childish.

He straightened up and crumpled up the note, then shoved it into his jacket pocket. If he had to call the cops on Nate someday, this would be exhibit A.

“You're trash,” Cameron muttered. “Okay. Boxes and the trailer rental.” He grabbed his car keys, praying that dick hadn't fucked up his car. If he had... Cameron would make him pay.

***

Cameron's entire body ached by the time he finished shoving what Nathan hadn't taken into U-Haul boxes and loading up the trailer. Nathan hadn't scratched up his car, at least.

He'd sold his furniture on Kijiji for cheap, letting people in to buy and take away stuff while he packed. Box by box, he loaded up the trailer and the back of his SUV, thanking God he was a minimalist and Nathan a hoarder. Nathan must have worked for days to find every little fucking thing he could take. Cameron didn't care. It was worth the stuff to see him gone.

There was just enough room left at the top of the trailer for his mattress tomorrow morning. Moving it down single-handed would be a bitch, but he was too proud to ask his teammates for help. They were probably feeling worse than him after last night's loss. More boxes were loaded in the back of his SUV, including his box of trophies and awards.

“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned once he collapsed on the mattress. He stared at the bedroom ceiling, then around at the dust patches. His apartment had been half-empty but still livable when he'd arrived just ten hours ago. Now, it was empty and dusty and echoed whenever he spoke or ripped the tape to seal a box. He couldn't even vacuum before he left: Nate had taken the fucking vacuum.

Cameron laughed at how goddamn weird this was – a breakup without any of the actual breaking up.

No time to dwell, though. He had to leave for the arena.

Having anticipated being sweaty and exhausted, Cam had kept out a box of shower supplies and a few changes of clothes. He scrubbed himself clean, dried off, and changed.

By the time he was en route, the U-Haul trailer safely underground, his stomach growled. His energy was back up again at the prospect of seeing everyone... and there was always pizza. And goodbyes for the guys who didn't make it to the party afterwards.

Fuck. He
hated
goodbyes.

***

“Cam!”

“Cameron! Hey, Cam!”

“Hey, he's here! Bro! How you doin', bro?”

“Cam, the man, you're up on your feet.”

The sudden chorus of deep voices greeting Cameron as he walked through the side door of the arena made him almost jump back. “Jesus, guys!” he laughed, but he had no complaints as Fisher, Matty, and Chris almost barreled towards him.

These guys were the forwards from his line, and fuck, he'd missed them.

He grabbed each of them in a back-slapping hug as the others crowded around to ruffle his hair and slap his shoulder.

Lenses turned towards him, so Cameron smiled for them and waved, then turned his attention back to the guys.

“God, it's good to see you all again. I'm fuckin' sorry about last night.”

“No, man, we played a great game. Did you see?”

“I watched it on the plane this morning. Shit, when Freddy nailed that guy and he cross-checked--”

“--and the fuckin' ref didn't even blink!” Matty exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. “I
still
can't believe that.”

“C'mon, guys.” That was Coach Walker's deep voice, and Cameron smiled. The coach looked the same as ever, but perhaps a little more tired. “We've had the talk.”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Chris was a rookie – it had been his first season, and Cam knew how much winning the Cup would have meant to him. The coach was right, though. It wasn't sportsmanlike to blame losing on the ref, and doing that would give them a bad name as a player and as a team.

Cam reached out to half-hug him. “You did great though. Two assists in one playoff game's not bad.”

“They want you for a season-end interview,” Coach Walker addressed him. “We just finished with twenty questions segments with Rich and Gus. Then we need to talk about your contract, if you're planning on leaving town tomorrow.”

Cameron nodded sharply. “Yes, Coach.” He jogged down into the locker room to pull on his team jersey.

God, this was going to be hard.

As the meshed material settled over his chest, Cameron took a moment to glance around at steel cubbies and broad benches.

This was the last time he'd walk out into the media pen and face the cameras. The last time he'd answer questions about his season's performance and what next year held. Next year, some other guy would get his locker and the team would move on without him. He'd been expecting that – but he'd also been expecting to step up.

Don't dwell,
he told himself.
It'll only make it harder.

“Cameron, over here.” Mike, the assistant coach, was a godsend in the way he handled the media. He had his own ways of keeping them from getting too nosy.

“Hi,” Cam grinned at him as he came up to clap Mike on the shoulder and mutually shake hands. Walker had only been coaching for two years, but he'd known Mike for a year longer. Mike had been there when he was signed straight out of university. Mike had always had his back, and no doubt their coach had told him not to let the journalists pressure him.

“Ready for your post-season interview?”

“Ready as I'll ever be.”

Mike nodded at the journalists, most of whom Cam already knew. “All right, guys, you can roll.”

***

The hours flew by: press meetings, interviews, meetings with his agent and coach and manager to sort out his contract, and the actual locker clean-out. Cameron lost track of the number of times he said, “a medical condition” and assured the camera it wasn't a grave illness.

Officially, he wasn't retiring permanently. To the media, he was stepping back until a diagnosis and treatment plan were found. There was a possibility he'd come back, in other words. To him, unless there was a miracle surgery, he was done. He'd been told not to expect a miracle, so he didn't.

None of the guys give him time to mope. He drove in convoy with the others, giving Matty and Fisher a ride to the mansion for their season-end party. Owned by a famous player, the house was a private place for them all to get trashed and see out the season.

Training camp would begin in three days' time for the lucky few. Tonight, they'd toast the guys leaving their ranks for next season's major league lineup.

Being knocked out in the first round of the playoffs wasn't a small achievement, but it wasn't something to crow about either. There'd be a lot of locker room discussions during training camp that summer. Coach Walker was going to be relentless.

Speaking of whom, the coach had gotten there first. He approached Cam to pull him aside. “Hey, kid. A word?”

“Of course.” Cameron followed the coach up the staircase to the landing overlooking the entrance hall. They both watched the guys pile inside, clapping each other's backs and handing out beers.

Coach Walker leaned against the railing. “You did good today, kid. Stuck to the party line.”

“What, about being on the injured roster and not the quitters'?” Cam answered, his jaw twitching as he cut a quick glance across the empty space over the front hall.

“Kid...”

“Sorry, Coach,” Cam added with a jerky nod, sipping his plastic cup. “I'm not begging for sympathy. It's just... weird to wrap my head 'round.”

“I know you're not. There's something you should know. Are you moving back to Fredericton?” Coach Walker knew all his guys – where they got their start, who mattered to them, what they dreamed about. Definitely where they were from.

“Yeah.”

“There's talks about a team forming in New Brunswick again.”

Cam snorted. Hell would freeze over first. There hadn't been a professional team there for a decade. The province had cycled through half a dozen teams in the eighties and nineties and thousands. None lasted more than a few years before getting bought out and moved to another city.

“No, Cam. For real this time.”

Cameron's eyebrows shot up. “...Oh.”

“There's a few teams talking about it. Montreal. Florida.”

“No shit.” Cameron straightened up, his mind spinning. They'd be looking for some big names to sign for the first season
.

Fuck. No.

“They're gonna want you, and they won't take no for an answer. No matter who winds up buying the franchise and moving it there – and that is
happening this time.”

Cameron rubbed a hand over his face. “If they can get some miracle surgery... but otherwise, no.”

“Even we couldn't get anyone to do it, Cam, and believe me, I
tried
. But they think you're being secretly groomed for success, some star player a team can pull out of its sleeve in September.”

“Shit,” Cam muttered. “I just wanted to get out of this.”

Coach Walker half-smiled. “Did you? Have you been planning your next time on the ice yet? Or concrete?”

“No,” Cameron defended himself, then winced.
I
did
agree to play on Noah's team. Shit.
“Not professionally.”

“Be careful,” Coach Walker murmured, reaching out to squeeze Cam's arm. “You've got talent to flush out anyone's roster, and you're hungry to play. It'll get worse. Stay off your skates. Heart problems are
not
something you wanna fuck around about.” It was rare for him to curse – even while coaching – and it made Cam stand up and pay attention.

“I'll be careful,” Cam promised. “Nothing stressful. I just bought a house out there anyway.”
And Noah... I want to give Noah a chance.

“All the more reason they'll want you. They'll say you can stick around home while you play. Best of both worlds. That's not something I could ever have offered, but...”

“No, I was happy here,” Cam defended the coach with a firm shake of his head. “Am.” His shoulders were heavy with the knowledge that he had to go tell his buddies he was done. “But I'll move on.”

“Give it a year or two off skates, without flying and busing all over the damn continent and barely seeing home. You might find something else to keep you home.” Coach Walker was watching him like he read Cam's mind. Cam's cheeks flushed as he glanced out over the railing again.

“Anyway, kid, the night's short. Go tell 'em what you gotta tell 'em.”

Cam reached out for a strong one-armed hug, clapping his coach's back. Coach Walker always had his back.

So did the guys down here. Now, to hope they'd take it all right.

His heart thudded dangerously by the time he reached the bottom of the stairs. There was no way he could put off the announcement all night and let the stress build up. He might end up fucking passing out
again
, and that would be the ultimate humiliation.