Three More Wishes (10 page)

Cameron moaned for him, hips rolling up. He pressed a kiss to Cameron's cock, to each of the lovely balls.

"Oh, fuck..." That was a needy little whisper.

"Soon."

He sprayed more shaving cream into his hands, trying to warm it up a bit. He spread the cream over the stubble, over the sweet ballsac. He spent more time than he strictly needed to, but he loved touching Cameron.

He looked up along the lean body of his cowboy -- his own personal cowboy, how fucking cool was that? -- watching the blush climb up the flat belly.

"I'm going to start shaving now." His voice was husky.

"Okay. I'm ready. I'm ready."

Xander chuckled. "Okay."

"What? I'm letting you near my balls with a razor." Cameron winked.

"I like those balls right where they are and won't do anything to harm them." He'd never harm Cameron, not for the world.

"Me, too. I like when balls are where they belong."

He chuckled. "Don't make me laugh, Cameron, not right this second."

Cameron cracked up, the laugh merry. Xander stopped trying to shave for a moment, grinning, loving that laugh.

"S...sorry. Sorry, I just... that was funny."

"Never apologize for laughing -- I love your laugh."

"You're real, right? This isn't part of the fantasy?"

It broke his heart that life had taught Cameron to ask. "It's both. This is still our fantasy, but it's also real."

"You're not going to walk away in two days?"

"I'm not walking away ever, Cameron." He picked the razor back up. "You're stuck with me now."

"Thank God." The tiny whisper was almost silent.

He pressed their lips together, kissing hard. Cameron arched, spread, legs cradling him. The shaving cream spread out between them as they rubbed together. Cameron's stubble scratched his belly, his skin. It was a little arousing, a little maddening.

"I need to finish the job."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah. Then we can continue this." He made himself sit back down between Cameron's legs.

Cameron was hard as a rock, prick red-tipped and wet. Groaning, Xander pushed it gently aside and drew the razor along Cameron's skin.

"Oh. Oh, God." Cameron stilled, lips open, panting.

"How does it feel?"

"It tingles."

"Yeah?" He ran his fingers over the strip of bare skin.

"Oh. Oh, yeah..." Cameron whimpered, cock leaking.

"Good. I'm going to keep going." He ran the razor along another stripe of skin, the sound of it loud.

Cameron's skin was pale, delicate, fine. Groaning, he leaned in and licked the latest swath of fresh skin. Cameron goosepimpled up for him, and his lover shivered.

"God. You're just... perfect." He continued shaving.

"No. I'm just here. With you. I can't see."

"So? What difference does that make?"

"I can't see. I can't work, read, cook, piss without sitting down."

"You're going to learn to read and cook, though I can't help you with the pissing thing. Besides, you're still perfect."

Cameron opened his lips, and Xander tugged the man's balls. "Hush."

He went back to shaving, drawing the razor over the sensitive flesh. His sweet lover. His. Xander loved thinking that. When he finished shaving, he cupped his hands and grabbed water, dumping it over Cameron's crotch.

That made Cameron wriggle, gasp a bit. "Damn."

"Wait until it's my mouth."

"I don't want you to drown." Cameron winked.

"I won't."

Cameron was still on the edge of the tub -- they were good.

"You're the most amazing lover."

"So are you." He rubbed his cheek on the newly bared skin. "Just perfect."

"P...perfect." Cameron arched, rubbed against him.

"Yes." He turned his face, licking the smooth skin.

Cameron tasted a little like soap, but a lot like need. He pulled the skin into his mouth, rolled it between his lips.

"Oh. Oh, that stings the littlest bit."

He hummed. That had been his intention.

Cameron's hands were in his hair, petting him. He kept moving, taking a new bit of flesh into his mouth. He could feel Cameron's prick like a brand next to his cheek. Soft moans started sounding, happy and low.

He began to kiss Cameron's cock and balls in between sucking the bared skin. Each sucking kiss left a little mark. He pressed little kisses to each and every one, then pulled up a couple more.

"You're... are you marking me?"

"I am. This is mine. You're mine."

"Oh, God. I like the sound of that."

"Yeah, me, too. I think maybe you need a tattoo before we go home. Something that marks you as mine." He wanted that. He wanted his mark permanently on Cameron's skin.

Cameron moaned. "Before we go home."

"Yes. Something that's ours together, that will be a souvenir, a talisman of our time here."

"Where will you put it?"

He licked his lips and drew back a little, looking over Cameron's spread body. His hand moved from Cameron's thigh up to just over his left nipple. "Here. Over your heart."

"God, I want to be able to see you. To really see your eyes, your smile."

He took Cameron's hand and brought it to his face. "You see me in a way no one else does."

"Stubborn man." His words made Cameron smile, though.

He kissed Cameron's fingers and then insisted that Cameron look at him with them. Those fingers explored his face, his cheeks, his jaw. He hummed happily; he could get used to this. He would.

And so would Cameron.

Cameron sat in a huge chair, toes in the sand, the world a vague shade of pink as the sun set. He kept thinking about what Xander had said. That they were going home. That there was help for him. Real help. He wasn't sure this was the fairest thing to do to Xander.

"Oh, that's beautiful."

"Is it?" He tried hard to see details.

"Yes. You are."

Xander's words sank in and his chin ducked, his cheeks heating. Xander chuckled, fingers sliding across his cheek.

"Are you having a good day?" He nuzzled Xander's hand -- that touch was addictive.

"I'm having a fantastic day. My lover's coming home with me. And in the meantime, we have two more days." Xander chuckled and tweaked one of his nipples. "Not to mention the nipple rings going in tonight."

"Shh." He wasn't thinking about those, or the tattoo. Much.

"No, I won't hush." Xander kissed his nose. "In fact, I came down to bring you back to the cottage. The piercer's going to be here any minute."

"Is it already time?" Sometimes it was like the world was moving around him.

"Yeah, it is." Xander's hand slid into his, tugged encouragingly.

He followed, still not quite believing that he was letting Xander do this. That he was considering going to a strange house in a strange part of the country to live. Xander's hand was warm and felt good against his, and the man didn't walk at a snail's pace, warning him of terrain changes in a quiet voice, like it was normal.

"You said your sister is blind?" He stepped up into the cabin.

"Yeah. She had a fever when she was three, and it got bad. She made it, but lost her eyesight."

"Does she work?"

Xander led him to a chair, and he sat.

"She does. She's a transcriptionist -- types up medical reports from doctors' dictations." There was some clinking, and then Xander asked, "Do you want some juice?"

"After, I think. Do you have tattoos?"

"I do, actually. I have a little cloverleaf on my ankle. It's in memory of my grandparents."

"Were they Irish?"

"They were. I have fabulous memories of them."

"Do you have red hair?" He wanted to be able to picture Xander as he was.

"I don't. It's kind of a light brown."

"Is mine still blind? Blond. Blond." He felt himself blush at the stumble.

Xander pressed a kiss on his lips, fingers stroking through his hair. "Yes, love, it's still blond."

"I wonder sometimes, if I still look like me."

"Because you've changed so much internally?"

"More because it's been a long time since I could make out features. I can see light and dark, that's all."

Xander squeezed him. "Well, I imagine you do look the same -- in either case, you're a handsome guy."

That was a good thing to hear. "Yeah? Good."

"It is. Oh, here comes someone -- I believe it's our piercer."

Cameron's eyes went wide, searching for something they wouldn't see. He was really going to do this.

"He's quite something," Xander murmured into his ear. "All tattoos and piercings. At least as far as I can see."

He grabbed Xander's arm. "You'll stay right here?"

"I'm not going to miss a second of this."

Cameron twined his fingers together. He couldn't believe he was doing this.

"Hey, you Xander and Cameron? I'm your piercer. Nils." The man sounded warm, happy, relaxed.

"Hi, Nils, it's good to meet you. I'm Xander, and this is Cameron. Cameron's the one getting his nipples pierced." Xander's hand landed on his shoulder, solid and warm, grounding him.

"I have some jewellery for you to look at here."

"Cool. I'll describe them for you, Cameron."

Oh. Cameron squeezed Xander's fingers. "Yes. Please." Thank you, God. Thank you for finding him. Somehow, somewhere in Xander's words, there was hope.

"The rings are silver and gold, and there's beads -- all different colors and sizes. They're going to look lovely in your nipples."

"Is there one you like more than another?" After all, he wasn't the one who was going to be seeing them.

"I think the thin gold with the deep red beads would look amazing against your skin."

"Okay." He wouldn't be looking at them. "Can I touch them?"

"Sure, man." Nils sounded happy, calm. "Something cool and round was put into his hand.

He felt it, fingers tracing it. "It's tiny. Smooth."

Xander laughed softly. "I bet it's going to feel huge when it goes in."

"I bet." He was macho, though.

"You'll feel it, that's for sure." Nils chuckled. "Is this where you want to do it?"

"I'm comfortable here, yeah. Are we doing one or both?"

Xander answered immediately. "Both."

His cheeks heated, but he nodded.

"Okay, I'll need your top off, please." Nils' voice was all professional now.

Xander's fingers slid down his body to the bottom of his shirt. Oddly enough, that was the most intimate thing he'd done here, letting Xander undress him in front of someone else. Xander slowly pulled the shirt up over his head.

"You'll need to get his nipples rock hard for me."

Xander leaned in to nibble at his earlobe. "I think I can manage that, don't you, Cameron?"

"I... Yeah." Oh, dear God.

Xander's hands slid down his shoulders, along his chest to his nipples. Fingers flicked at them again and again. Cameron bit his bottom lip, his toes curling as his cock firmed.

Xander pinched both nipples between his fingers, tugging on them. "How's this, Nils?"

"Pretty." Nils' words made Cameron duck his head, blush.

"I'm right here." Xander kissed his earlobe again. "And I'm not going anywhere."

"I'm going to mark them with a pen first, then you'll have to tell me if they're where you want them."

"I'll do that." Xander squeezed them again.

Cameron shifted forward in the chair, lips parting. Xander moaned softly, and he thought, though he couldn't be sure, that Nils made a happy, humming noise.

"One more good, hard pinch." Nils definitely sounded happy.

Xander obliged, and even though Cameron knew it was coming, he jumped when it came.

"Perfect. Lean forward, pretty boy."

Pretty boy? Him?

Xander's hands were back on his shoulders, helping to guide him into place. The touch of the pen on his flesh gave him goosebumps.

"Was it cold, pretty boy?" He still couldn't believe Nils thought he was pretty.

"No. No. Just..." Different. Arousing.

Xander kissed his cheek. "You're doing great."

"Okay, pretty boy, are you ready?"

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

"Yes."

Something clamped onto his nipple, and he gasped.

"Almost there, Cameron. You're doing so well." Xander squeezed his shoulders.

"There'll be a sting and a tug, okay?"

He nodded. "Just do it. I'm not a pussy."

Xander chuckled, and then a sharp pain hit him, the drag of the ring being pulled through almost worse. Then the second ring happened, this one worse because he was expecting it.

"There you go. They look awesome, dude. If I do say so myself."

Xander laughed softly. "They are pretty awesome."

Cameron's nipples were screaming. "Thanks." His voice sounded raw.

"Yes, thank you, Nils."

"My pleasure guys. Spray them with this two or three times a day and have fun." He heard Xander walking the man to the door as Nils left his instructions.

Cameron's nipples throbbed with his heartbeat, almost seeming to pulse. His hands slid up his belly, almost scared to touch his nipples.

"Go on," murmured Xander. "Give them a go."

"Is it safe?"

"We'll spray the antibiotic stuff after we've touched them." He felt Xander kneel next to him.

His fingers brushed the edge of one ring, bumping it, and he gasped.

Xander's hands landed on his thighs. "How does it feel?"

"It aches."

"A good ache." Xander's fingers slid slowly up his belly.

"Yes." A very good ache.

"Perfect. They're sexy as all get out." Xander's fingertips moved closer and closer.

His breath came faster, his nipples aching. Then Xander's fingers brushed over them. He shot up out of the chair, on fire.

Xander's arms went around his hips, the man's face pressing against his belly. "Sensitive, huh?"

"Yeah. Yeah, damn."

Xander pressed kisses across his abdomen. The touches were gentle, heated, and eased him back into the chair. Then Xander blew on his right nipple. He grunted, staring down as he fought to see. He could feel his nipple draw up tight, move around the metal.

"I'm not going to play with them -- they're too sensitive right now, and they need to heal. I can still tease a little, though." Xander blew on the left one this time.

"Uh. Uh-huh. Fuck..."

Xander's soft chuckle sent shivers down his spine. He grinned, afraid he looked terribly foolish.

"God, you're so sexy. The rings are... God."

"Yeah? Hot?" Cameron wanted to be hot.

"Shit, yeah. I can't remember seeing anyone hotter."

That made him smile, even as his nipples throbbed.

Xander pressed against his arm, and Cameron could feel the heat of his cock through his shorts. "Let me take you to bed."

"Yes." He'd follow this man anywhere.

Xander helped him up and led him over to the bed. "What's it feel like -- having the air move on them?"

"Like needing to come, almost."

"I can help you with that." Xander pushed him gently back onto the bed.

"Did they bleed?" He stretched, spread.

"A drop as the needles went through, that's it."

"Are they pretty?"

Xander's hands slid up his thighs, spreading him. "Stunning. Sexy. I can't wait 'til they've healed and we can really play with them." Xander bit at his earlobe and then whispered. "I'd love to watch you tugging and twisting them, watch the effect it has on your prick."

His lips opened. God, he could see that. Actually see it.

"So fucking sexy." Xander's mouth found his, then, the kiss hot and urgent.

Cameron wanted to scream with it. Alive. He felt fucking alive.

Xander didn't touch his nipples or the rings in them, but Cameron could feel them throbbing, so very there. His hands found Xander's shoulders, then started touching, feeling, loving every inch. Xander groaned into his mouth, feeding him sounds as Xander's own hands got busy fondling him.

"Gonna keep you." He wasn't sure how. Hell, he wasn't sure how he was getting off this fucking island, but he was keeping this man.

"That's good, because I'm not ever letting you go."