Buzz (The Riley Brothers Book 1) (14 page)

“How do you know that?”

“All the hives here are nice, except that back one. The yellow one.”

“Is that why it's on its own pallet over there?” Cameron laughed, squinting at the hive in question. It was a good five feet away from any other hive.

Noah nodded. “And the other hives next to it didn't make it.”

“Through the winter?” When Noah nodded, Cameron winced. “Ouch. That's gotta be hard.”

“Uncle Bill takes it a bit harder than he lets on. The first few winters were roughest. Now he's more used to it, but... you know.”

Cameron nodded, his gaze drawn back to the hive closest to him. He let go of Noah's hand and crouched a few feet away from the hive. There were lots of lumps in the grass under the hive entrance, and he squinted at them, then stared. “Shit, are those dead bees?”

“You thought they buried them?” Noah teased, but he squeezed Cameron's shoulder as he stood next to him.

Cameron winced and glanced down, then shuddered, trying not to think about stepping on dead bees. “Harsh.”

“Sorry,” Noah chuckled gently. He leaned down to kiss the top of his head in an affectionate move that made Cameron's heart soar.

Cameron leaned his head against Noah, his temple touching Noah's thigh. He grew entranced by the little creatures swooping into the hive, crawling inside and back out again. “Are they gathering?”

“Something like that,” Noah agreed. “Bringing back water, pollen, and nectar. Uncle Bill will tell you their life stages, but they all have jobs.”

“How responsible,” Cameron marveled with a light laugh. “I can... I think I can hear them.” Noah was silent for a moment, and Cameron became certain of it: there was a low buzz coming from the hive. It was almost a deep purr of an engine. “Wow,” he whispered.

Noah murmured, “Often on warm summer days, the whole yard hums.”

Cameron's heart fluttered. Now that he was up close to them and they were ignoring him, his curiosity was overcoming him. Some flew to water buckets that were set up with rocks piled into them for places for them to sit. Others were flitting around looking for flowers, and every one seemed to know where it was going.

As he sidled closer to the hive entrance, he saw their fuzzy bodies and alert eyes watching him.

“Don't get closer,” Noah warned with a quiet chuckle.

“Oh,
now
they're dangerous?”

Noah flicked the side of Cameron's head and Cameron laughed under his breath. “Spring's when they're most vulnerable. They get defensive.”

“Coulda told me that earlier.”

Noah reached down to cup Cameron's cheek. “You're doing fine.”

God, that view up Noah's body was sexy. Cameron had been resisting touching or ogling him for hours now. It was hard now – especially when Noah stood beside Cameron, his groin right at face level.

Cameron reached behind Noah, his eye caught by something on the back of his thigh. “I think you have a bee...”

“Just brush her a little and she'll move,” Noah murmured, shivering at the touch.

Cameron brushed the insect away, and Noah's thigh twitched under his touch. “There she goes. She?”

“I'll explain later.” Noah gripped Cameron's arm to pull him to his feet, his gaze locked with Cameron's. “I think we should... get going.”

A smile spread across Cameron's lips. “I don't think I wanna get to second base in the middle of a bunch of angry spring bees...” He leaned in to kiss Noah again.

Noah laughed against Cameron's lips and pulled him in with a hand on each cheek, pressing up to him. “I missed you.”

“Even in those couple days?” Cameron teased, but he knew exactly what Noah meant. It was only Sunday and they'd slept together on Wednesday, but it felt like forever since Noah's hands had last caressed him.

And that goodbye kiss...

In mutual agreement, they walked together out of the yard, their hands hardly leaving each other. Noah kept stopping to press kisses to Cameron's lips. The heat built deep in his stomach and Cameron barely knew where he was going by the time they reached his car.

“Let me check you,” Noah murmured. His hands ghosted down Cameron's body, across his t-shirt and jeans. They wandered slowly down his thighs and around to his ass. Then, Cameron felt a sudden squeeze.

“That's not a bee sting,” Cameron teased.

Noah winked. “Turn around so I can make sure.”

Cameron shivered and turned on the spot, letting Noah's hands run down his back and sides. Noah sidled up to his back and whispered into his ear, “You're clear. Am I?”

Cameron had to fight to turn around in Noah's hold and inspect him quickly. “Yep.” He wasted no time climbing into the driver's seat.

Noah had him on edge. One touch of Noah's hand to his cheek, to his ass, to his back, and he couldn't fuckin' think straight. For better or for worse, Cameron didn't want to.

“Christ, you're a good kisser.”

Cameron blushed, pausing in the foyer of Noah's house to give Noah one more lingering kiss. He'd driven home without incident, but Noah's hand on his thigh hadn't helped. “Thanks. I appreciate your feedback.”

Noah laughed. “Smart-ass, too.”

“You thought I had a smart ass when you stung it, didn't you?”

“Your brain's just as smart, but yeah.” Noah laughed as he pushed his way past Cameron.

Cameron winked. “Full of compliments today, aren't you? I wonder what you want from me?” he teased.

Noah smirked, looking Cameron up and down before shooting him a come-hither expression.

Cameron couldn't resist those narrowed eyes and sultry, pouting lips. He stepped out of the entrance into the living room, his hands going for Noah's waist. Cameron loved to pull him in and up for a good, deep kiss.

They didn't pull away this time even for breath. Cameron kept sucking on Noah's lips while Noah gasped for breath. When it was Cameron's turn to breathe deeply and ground himself, Noah pressed feather-light kisses along his jaw.

Cameron gasped as Noah tugged him by the wrist towards the staircase. “Oh, yes.”

Noah laughed against Cameron's lips. “I love how enthusiastic you are,” he whispered. “Catch me if you can.” He bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time with a broad grin flashed over his shoulder.

Oh, it's on.
Cameron sprang into action, thundering up after Noah. Noah didn't know he'd just challenged the best sprinter in camp.

He wrapped an arm around Noah's waist on the last stair to catch him and swing him around into his arms. Noah's feet nearly slipped off the top stair, but his weight was secure in Cameron's arms. He grabbed Cam's shoulders hard nonetheless. “Oh!”

“Mine,” Cameron teased with a wink. He pulled him into the master bedroom, Noah's hands running up along his chest.

Then, Noah pushed against his chest to knock him flat onto the bed. His feisty partner crawled over him, running his hands up his shoulders and over his cheeks. Noah's lips pressed against his and Cameron's gaze softened. He was so affectionate.

Cameron rolled them over in a swift motion, the bed sheets rustling under them and the mattress creaking. He grabbed Noah's waist to haul him up until his head rested on the pillows so he'd be a little more comfortable.

“Jesus, you must work out every day. You could bench me.”

Cameron laughed. “Yeah. I do.”

“That's the manhandling I was talkin' about.” Noah leaned up to kiss Cameron's jaw and just by his ear.

A shiver wracked Cameron's body as a line of heat burned straight down to the base of his cock. He was swelling in response to the touch, like there was a direct link.
Christ.
“And I was just saying last night how delicious I bet you are...”

He yanked Noah's t-shirt up and off in a swift motion. As he fumbled to pull off his own unbuttoned plaid shirt, he crushed their mouths together. Noah's hands came to his waist, each brush of skin on bare skin electrifying Cameron's nerves with pure physical chemistry. He'd never felt anything quite like it, and he was hooked.

Noah yanked off his t-shirt and Cameron closed his eyes as the neck caught on his nose. He tilted his head up, and then his torso was bare and Noah's eyes and hands were raking along it.

Noah's fingers pinched one of his nipples and twisted gently.

Cameron's whole body arched into Noah. “O-Oh, Christ...”

“Too hard?”

“No,” Cameron whispered. The sting of white-hot pain melted into bone-deep pleasure that made his cock throb with desire.

Noah licked his fingertips, his tongue tip circling them in a way that made Cameron remember the warm wet of it against his cock. He reached out to tweak and pull at the other nipple, flicking his fingers in a tease across it.

In response, Cameron ground against Noah, his cock painfully tight in his jeans and underwear. The friction helped, but he ached even more desperately to be bare, too. Every little tweak of his nipples built up the heat under his skin. When Noah leaned up to brace an elbow behind himself and close his mouth around one nipple, Cameron rolled his head back. “Ohhhh...”

Noah moaned, pinching the nub with his lips as his tongue drew rapid circles. Cameron was on edge, his breath coming in harsh pants. He rolled his hips forward against Noah's, noting the bulge that slotted against his own.

He only gave Noah a few seconds of this before pushing down on his chest to flatten him to the bed again. Cameron scooted down, pressing his lips to the middle of Noah's stomach. He licked a trail down to his waistband, unzipped his jeans and unbuttoned them, and pulled them off along with the underwear beneath.

As the last of Noah's clothes hit the floor, Cameron kissed up to his stomach and back down his thigh. He teased him with his lips in a straight line past curly hairs to the base of his cock.

“Nnh-- Nnh, Cam,” Noah panted, his back already rippling and thighs twitching. “Yes, Jesus...”

“Mm?” Cameron licked a slow, wide stripe from the base of Noah's flushed cock to the tip. Along the way, he admired the veined length and beautiful blunt tip up close.

Noah drew in a sharp breath as Cameron's tongue tip lingered around the slit, then licked slowly around the head. “Please...”

Cameron wrapped his lips tightly around the velvety shaft and pulled them back across his teeth. He cupped the head with his tongue before letting it slide across to the back of his throat as he bobbed his head down. He took in the shaft in a smooth movement, his eyes flickering up in rapt fascination to Noah's face.

God, Noah was beautiful. His eyes were wide, his cheeks a cute pink, his teeth sparkling white as his lips opened for gulping breaths.

Cameron pulled his head back up with a quiet moan and sucked his cheeks in around the gorgeous cock. Then, he set into a slow, steady rhythm. Minutes passed with just breathy gasps, whimpers, and moans from Noah. Cameron's breathing was harsh, and he gave quiet moans around Noah's cock now and then.

“That's good,” Noah breathed out at last, and Cameron sucked his mouth off the wet, throbbing rod. Noah's arm was flung up above his head. His other hand reaching out to squeeze Cameron's shoulder and caress his hair. “Jesus.”

“You
do
taste excellent,” Cameron teased, just to see Noah's cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I'm... glad,” Noah managed with a quiet laugh, then squirmed over the bed to open the bedside drawer. “Need a condom again?”

“I brought my own, but I think
you'll
be wanting this...” Cameron leaned over Noah with a peck of his lips to grab the lubricant. Before he opened it, though, he settled back on his heels over Noah's stomach to unzip his own jeans.

“Oh, fuckin' finally,” Noah breathed out. Cameron laughed, letting his jeans drop to reveal his jock strap.

Noah's reaction was priceless: his jaw dropped, his gaze fixed on the bulging package. Cameron shifted onto one knee at a time to pull his jeans off leg by leg. When they were off, he fished out a condom from his wallet and tossed aside the garment.

Meanwhile, a soft kiss pressed to the stubble on the inside of his thigh where he trimmed a little to keep pinches and zipper mistakes to a minimum. By the time Cameron glanced down at Noah, both of Noah's hands were squeezing his ass. Noah pressed him down against him hard, forcing him to grind against Noah's hip.

Then, Noah reached between them to pull aside the jock strap so Cam's hard cock finally popped free from the cloth prison. Cameron gave a sigh of relief as the dull ache faded into pleasure, his stiff cock poking into Noah's thigh as he slid down between his legs.

“That's so fuckin' hot,” Noah whispered. “You have no idea.”

“I have a bunch of these.” Cameron's slick fingers pressed at his entrance and inside.

“Oh, the world is a better place now,” Noah groaned.

Noah was just fuckin'
fun
to finger. The way his back arched and lips parted into a quick “o” shape before he tried to exhale and calm himself... The way he moaned in little whimpers near the back of his throat... The way his cock stiffened and twitched further when Cameron rubbed his prostate...

Noah slapped Cameron's wrist after a minute. “Don't waste any more time.”

“Foreplay is a dead art.” Cameron winked, slid his fingers free, and wiped them clean.

“Good.”

Cameron laughed, ripping open the condom package and rolling it down his shaft with a few skillful strokes.

Then, he was pressing against Noah. Noah's feet rose to his thighs and arms wrapped around his shoulders. Cameron sank into the tightness and intimacy of Noah, and he never wanted to leave.

As Noah enveloped him, Cameron let a quiet grunt of pleasure escape at the squeeze of his body. He pushed further and further in, until he couldn't go any more.

Noah pulled his hips back at the same moment as Cameron, then pushed up into him. His back flexed as he worked with Cameron to drive Cam good and deep into him. With each thrust, a small grunt or moan of pleasure escaped him, and Cameron marveled at how fucking vocal he was.

“Cam...!”

Noah was overwhelmed, so Cam leaned in to kiss him until he whimpered again.

Thrust by thrust, their bodies worked together. Deep intimacy thrummed through Cameron's bones. Cameron watched the pleasure work its way across Noah's face, and he loved it.

Noah pulled him in for a deep kiss, and Cameron knew the edge was close. He couldn't keep it slow anymore.

He grabbed Noah's hip and curled his fingers around it hard, pushing into the tight perfection of his body faster and deeper. Noah grunted, still pushing up into him, but his thighs were quivering against him. His stomach tensed each time Cameron thrust across that one spot inside.

Noah reached between them to stroke his cock. Cameron grunted, pushing his face into Noah's neck to kiss at his shoulder while keeping his breathing slow and steady.

The doctor's warnings still echoed in his mind: prolonged elevated heart rates or brief extra-elevated heart rates could be – no,
would
be dangerous for him.

But he couldn't fuckin' freeze this sex life. Not now that he'd found the most intimate moments of his life in this man's bed just a week after meeting him.

Fuck. I fell hard.

Still, Cameron grinned as he watched Noah's back arch and ripple, his hips push up... Then, his cock squirted out every drop of passion between their bodies. The extra clenching milked Cam's pleasure until he stumbled over the edge. He had barely enough time to gasp, “Noah...!” as his balls tightened.

Then Cameron was coming, too, plunging off the edge and clinging half-desperately to Noah like a life preserver. His heart pounded, his thighs quivered, his muscles drew tight and released in spasms of ecstasy...

Noah pulled him in to kiss him as soon as his cock slipped free. They shared a long, slow kiss or two against each other's lips before Cameron pulled back to breathe, still grinding their bodies together for the extra sparks of warmth.

“Christ,” Cameron whispered.

Noah giggled, and the sound became a throaty chuckle, then a deep laugh. “Y-You're saying that a lot lately,” he teased. “My name's Noah.”

Cameron swatted Noah's thigh. “Get your own line.”

“Sometimes, the classics work.” Noah rubbed Cameron's back slowly as they cooled down together, limbs still tangled. He kept pressing sweet kisses to Cameron's lips, and then to his jaw and up to his temple and behind his ear – everywhere he could reach.

It was almost overstimulating, but Cameron liked it.

“I – I hate to be the one to bring this up, but... I don't want this to just be about sex,” Cameron murmured. “You?”

Noah pulled back enough to lock eyes again. His expression was sincere as he nodded. “Me neither. But even if it were, I wouldn't care as long as you treat me well.”

“Do I treat you well?”

Noah smiled. In answer, he leaned in to press a slow, aimless kiss against Cameron's lips, then sucked on Cam's lower lip. When Cameron could hardly breathe again, Noah murmured, “Damn near perfect.”