Three More Wishes (6 page)

Cameron murmured his thanks, hands still moving idly, exploring randomly.

"I could read to you," Xander murmured, having a sudden vision of them curled up together in the big chair in his living room in front of the fire place, him reading from one book after another as they wiled away cold winter evenings.

"You don't have to do that for me. I hate being a bother. That's why I..." Cameron shrugged.

"It wouldn't be a bother, Cameron." He pressed another kiss on Cameron's lips. "That's why what?"

"Why I came here. So I could have one last weekend not being a bother."

"You're not a bother, Cameron. I'm loving every second with you. Every second."

"Good. I am, too. I'm going to enjoy every breath."

"Cool." Xander popped another piece of garlic butter coated lobster into Cameron's mouth. "It's because of you, too, that I'm enjoying it so much."

"Thank you. It's been a long time since I made anyone happy."

"Now that just isn't right. You're fantastic!" He took himself another kiss. "You want more seafood? Dessert? Me?"

"What's for dessert?"

He did love the curious, questioning attitude Cameron had.

"Looks like Pavlova with strawberries and kiwi. The biggest strawberries I've ever seen, by the way. Even bigger than the ones we had earlier." He'd want to come back here just for the food if nothing else.

"What's a Pavlova?"

"Basically meringue, whipped cream and fresh fruit." Which probably wasn't doing the dessert justice, but he was pretty sure that was it.

"I love those crunchy cookies. Especially the lemon ones."

"Lemon meringue cookies? I don't think I've ever had that." He grabbed a strawberry, made sure some of the Pavlova had stuck to it, as well as a bit of whipped cream. "Open up."

"Really? I love them." Cameron's lips parted.

"I'll make sure the kitchen knows." He pressed the strawberry into Cameron's mouth.

Cameron bit down, eating happily, tongue cleaning the juice from the man's lips as it dripped.

Groaning, Xander leaned in and helped, his tongue sliding alongside Cameron's. God, Cameron was sweet, sweeter than the fruit.

"Oh..." Those little sounds were fucking amazing.

"Another?" He asked, licking again.

"Uh-huh." Cameron's lips were open, wet. Needy.

He fed another strawberry between the lovely lips, following it again with his tongue as sweet juices slipped from Cameron's lips. Cameron's moans filled his mouth as the man's hands explored him.

God, Cameron was sex on legs.

He fucked Cameron's lips with his tongue. They shared one bite after another, the kisses going longer, deeper between each bite. It was so easy to be with Cameron, to be sensual. Cameron ended up in his lap, licking and sucking at his fingertips. He held onto the sweet bottom with one hand, the other feeding Cameron and himself. Cameron's eyes were closed, focus on him, on them.

"So what was your favorite thing we ate?" he asked, when they'd finally eaten their fill.

"The calamari. You?"

"I think the scallops. Although the dessert was stunning." It was all so good.

"Oh, God. Yes. That was amazing." Cameron grinned. "Best dessert ever."

"We have four more days -- I wonder if they can top it."

"Only four more days."

"Glass is still four-fifths full, lovely." He was not going to let Cameron waste a second of the time he did have here by lamenting that it would be over soon.

"It's just such a short time."

"Shh. Just live in the now. No thinking about leaving here or even what's going to happen tomorrow."

"Right. Right, no thinking." Cameron nodded, lips pressed together. "None."

"Just enjoyment. How did that song go? Don't worry, be happy." He hummed a few bars of it.

“That's right." Cameron kissed him, the act hard enough, wanton enough to leave him breathless.

He could get used to this. He could come to want it. And it was time for him to follow his own advice. He opened for Cameron, giving the sweet man his mouth. Cameron's kiss was fierce, wild, holding more intensity than he'd come to expect. He matched it, fingers sliding through Cameron's hair. Cameron moaned, tongue licking at his, lips parting for him.

Xander pushed Cameron back onto the bed, sliding on top of him. Catching one leg under his arm, he spread Cameron wide. His prick slid along the soft skin behind Cameron's balls and nudged the sweet little hole.

"Again." Cameron's words sounded less like a question than a plea.

He nudged again, the tip just pressing in. Cameron's body rolled, that hot, swollen ring of muscles kissing the tip of his cock.

"Wanton, needy man." He loved it, loved the way Cameron begged with and without words.

"Please. In me. Again."

He nodded and stopped teasing, pushing into Cameron's body. It felt like the perfect sheath around him, holding him tight. He slid all the way in, searching for that little spot.

"So deep..." Cameron moaned for him. "So deep."

He pulled out a little and thrust back in again, hitting Cameron's gland.

"Xander!" The shock and need in Cameron's voice went right to his balls. He did it again, eyes on Cameron's face. God, he couldn't believe anyone would give this up. Ever.

He kept thrusting, the tight heat magnificent around him, the look on Cameron's face even better.

"More. More. Oh, God. Please. Don't stop."

"Not stopping, Cameron. Don't ever want to stop." Not ever. Not now, not tomorrow, not in five days.

"No. Never. So good. Your cock. So good."

"You, too." He moved faster, pushed in harder.

Cameron looked totally blissful, peaceful. He just kept pounding, kept working Cameron's gland. Slowly, that peaceful look morphed into hunger. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Cameron's cock and began to pull.

"Yes... Harder. Harder. Never fucking come so much." Cameron's fingers dug into his shoulders, the nails stinging.

It spurred him on, and he shoved harder, tugged faster on that sweet cock.

"Yes. Yes." Cameron's sweet ass rippled around his prick, milking him.

"Fuck. Oh, damn." He kept pistoning his hips. Every thrust was met, Cameron slamming, bucking, taking him to the root. "Yes! Yes!" He shouted the word over and over.

Their skin slapped together, the sound so loud, so fucking perfect. He pressed his thumb into the slit of Cameron's cock, pushing hard. Cameron cried out, shot hard, heat spraying over his fingers. The way Cameron's ass squeezed around his cock made him catch his breath, moan. A moment later he was coming deep inside Cameron's body.

They slumped to the bed, Cameron holding his weight easily. God, he was going to be a wrung out puddle by the time they left the island. Given the blissed out look on Cameron's face, Xander was pretty sure he could live with that.

Cameron's fingers brushed his cheek, the touch soft and careful. He smiled and turned his face enough to lick his lover's fingertips.

"I'm glad it was you. I wanted my last week to be with someone special."

"Your last week? What are you talking about?" Cameron's last week of what? Did he really think he'd never find a lover who wanted him because he was blind?

Cameron's eyes closed, face shuttered. "It doesn't matter."

Oh, he hated that, the way the bliss and happiness disappeared. "Shh. It's okay, Cameron. We're here and now. Nothing else matters, right."

"That's right. You. Me. Now."

"Yeah, that's it. Just you and me, making each other feel good." In every way possible. Xander would see to it.

"Yes. Yes, Xander. As good as we can."

"It's going to be wonderful. I swear." On his life, he would make these the very best days of Cameron's life.

"I believe you." Cameron's lips brushed him.

"Good, because I mean it." He lay back on the bed and tugged at Cameron. "Come explore me. See me with your hands and mouth."

Cameron came to him, cheek on his shoulder, fingers sliding over his skin. The first touches were feather light, then they got firmer. He tried to lie still, tried to let Cameron simply explore, but he couldn't keep from moving into the touches, arching under Cameron.

Cameron's lips found his nipples, first one, then the other, the suction drawing them up to hard little points. He arched into Cameron's mouth, hand sliding around the man's scalp, holding him there for a moment. He could feel the softness of Cameron's tongue, sliding, licking, laving his sensitive skin.

"God, you're sensual." Cameron's explorations felt so good.

"Mmm. Taste good."

"I'm glad you think so." How had Xander gotten so lucky?

"I do. I so do." Another set of soft kisses brushed his nipple.

"Making me hard again." Cameron was like the best aphrodisiac ever.

"I know we won't come again, but that's okay. We can feel."

"And feel and feel and feel. Your touch is amazing."

"Thank you." Cameron traced along his sides with both hands.

Xander hummed, his skin so alive under Cameron's touches.

"Where did you get this scar?" Cameron asked, fingers finding a tiny scar on his hip.

"When I was little I was playing in the kitchen with my sister and a knife fell off the counter. It landed on my hip." It had nearly cut his sister quite badly, but he'd managed to push her out of the way

"Oh, man. Did you need stitches?"

"Yeah. Three. I was lucky, though, the blade didn't get anything important." He arched into another touch.

"Are my hands too rough?"

"Your hands are perfect."

"Good." Cameron slipped down, cheek on his belly, hands moving down his legs.

"Pampering me." He felt so good.

"I just want to touch a while."

"Please, yes. Don't stop -- it feels so good." Like he was the center of Cameron's universe and he was discovering that he liked that feeling.

"I won't stop. I want you to remember me fondly."

"More than fondly, I swear."

"Good." Cameron sounded fierce somehow.

He slid his hand through Cameron's hair, stroking his scalp. Xander didn't think he'd ever forget Cameron; it would be impossible.

Cameron leaned down, kissed his hip, hands still moving. He let his eyes drop closed so he could concentrate on the touches, feel everything that Cameron was giving him. The touches gradually slowed, and Xander's eyelids grew heavy.

"Mmm... magical."

"Thank you."

"No, thank you." He stroked Cameron's head, fingers tracing the man's features. The peace between them amazed him, made him incredibly grateful. "You need anything, Cameron?"

"No. No, I just want to stay right here."

"We can do that." He could so do that.

"Good." A soft kiss landed on his belly.

"Mmm. You can do that again." The kiss brushed Xander's skin again, sweet as anything. "God, your mouth is hot."

"Good." Cameron chuckled, tongue on his belly.

He laughed, too. "That tickles."

Cameron blew a raspberry on his skin this time. He bucked up, gasping.

"You're ticklish." Cameron chuckled, then blew again.

He jerked again. "Fuck! Yes. I am."

Cameron's laughter joined his, fingers digging into his ribs and pushing hard.

"Oh, damn." He tried to curl into himself, but Cameron's body was in the way and he wound up jerking and jumping, laughing hard.

Cameron bounced on his belly, fingers and mouth driving him nuts.

"Oh, fuck, fuck."

"I've got you." Cameron held him, chuckling as he panted and laughed.

"God. I don't think I've laughed so hard in a very long time."

"I know I haven't. Thank you."

"No, thank you." He chuckled and tugged Cameron up, brought their lips together.

He took in the sight of Cameron -- relaxed, easy, happy. It was a good look on the man. He thought he probably looked the same way. Cameron's eyes moved restlessly, but every other part of the man felt melted.

He kissed Cameron's forehead and pulled him close. "Naptime, hon."

"Naptime." Cameron rested down into him.

"Yeah. Just like that."

Cameron listened to Xander snore. He listened for a long time, then he slipped out of the bed, slowly making his way to the door so he could listen to the night time, the ocean.

There were pills in his bag, enough to do the job, but part of him wanted to walk into the ocean and simply disappear.

He heard Xander's footsteps a moment before the man's arms came around him, Xander's heat pressing against his back.

"I didn't mean to wake you up." He wasn't going to waste a second of his time.

"I'd rather be awake with you here than asleep alone in the bed." Xander kissed the top of his head. "It's beautiful; you want to go for a walk?"

"I'd love that. It's dark, yes?"

"It is. The sky looks amazing. A billion stars." Xander took his hand and led him from the porch.

The sand moved under his feet, shifted, slid. Xander let go of his hand and slid an arm around his waist, pulling him into the warmth and strength close to him.

"Thank you. Is it pretty where you're from?"

"It's nice. Not as pretty as this, though."

Cameron wished he could see it. "It smells so exotic."

"Ocean and breezes, palms and flowers. It is exotic."

"Where I came from, nothing was exotic. Cow shit, wind, and cold."

Xander squeezed his hip. "I don't know, to a city boy even cow shit seems kind of exotic."

That made him laugh. "The mustangs are exotic, amazing."

"You're talking horses now and not cars, right?"

"Yes. Wild mustangs, although the cars aren't bad."

"How cool is that? You had those on your property? Or in the area at least? I guess they weren't yours if they were wild..."

The sand got wet beneath their feet.

"They run in a protected area, mostly, but we had a little herd on our..." No. Not his. "On Chett's property."

"Sounds like you already were in touch with magical, even before you came here."

"I used to be, yes. Once upon a time." Once when he was a whole man, useful.

"And now you are again." Xander kissed the side of his mouth. "Although, I think half the magic of this place is because of you."

"That's a sweet thing to say."

"I mean it, Cameron. I can't imagine being here with anyone else."

"Thank you." He sighed softly as they walked. He focused on the feel of the sand under his feet.

"Waves are coming," murmured Xander, and a moment later water ran over his feet like a blanket of wet before disappearing again.

"How fast do you think the water gets deep here?"

"Probably not very. I mean everything else it perfect, so why not the beach? I bet we could go quite far out and then there'll be a sandbar before it gets really deep."

"Oh." That was a long way to chicken out.

"We'll have to wander out tomorrow."

"Yeah, we should. See how far we can go before it's too far while the sun is out." More water rushed up over his feet.

Cameron nodded, smiled at the warm caress of the water.

"How far do you want to walk?" Xander asked him.

"Forever." He laughed a little, self-conscious.

"Forever it is." Xander kept them moving, the sand still wet under their feet, the waves occasionally rushing up to them.

"Tell me why you chose this place?" He knew why he'd come.

"Because it's warm, it's beautiful, and they said they could find me you."

"You wanted a worthless cowboy?"

Xander made a pshaw sound. "That's not how I'd describe you, Cameron. Not at all."

He didn't know how to respond to that.

"You're handsome and sweet and funny, and maybe the most sensual man I've ever met."

"Thank you." He leaned into Xander's strength. "You're exactly who I asked for, too."

"Good, I'm glad. I want to be exactly right for you."

"You are."

Xander was perfect.

Xander dropped a kiss on his lips. "Thanks."

He held on tight, just for a second. Xander deepened the kiss for another second, and he could feel the man's smile as their lips parted.

"You're happy, huh?" This might be his fantasy, but it was important that Xander was happy.

"Yeah. Very. You, too, right?"

"I am. I'm trying to put everything into this time, you know?"

"Yeah, it's a special time. Making wonderful memories." Xander stopped and turned him, drew him close again.

Xander's kiss opened his mouth. Cameron groaned, licking into Xander's lips. He just needed to forget. Xander took one kiss after another, everything else slowly falling away. He stepped into Xander's body, arms wrapped around the broad shoulders. Xander's hands landed on his ass, squeezed his buttocks, made them ache, the burn from the earlier spanking still there.

"I can't believe I let you spank me. It was so good."

"That's why you let me." Xander rubbed him gently. "There's more stuff I can do to you, more stuff I want to do."

"Please. I want to experience everything."

"You will. Well, nothing harsh. You aren't the type to enjoy harsh."

"No. No, I've had enough harsh." Chett sitting at the table and explaining that there wasn't room at the ranch for someone who couldn't work and folks would start to talk, start to wonder. That was harsh.

"But that leaves all sorts of wonderful things for us to explore. I'm going to rock your world."

"Okay." He nodded, smiled, eager. "Yes, please."

Xander's arm slid back around his waist and they started walking again, the breeze off the ocean delicious.

"Can you tell me about you? I promise it won't leave here. I just want to know about you." He wanted to know absolutely everything.

"Sure. You know I own a bookstore in a small town. What else do you want to know?"

"Everything. When's your birthday? What's your house look like? Do you have a lover back home?"

"I don't have anyone back home. I wouldn't have come if I did." He couldn't quite tell if Xander sounded affronted or amused.

"That's good to know, really."

"I live over the bookstore. It's not a big place, but it has everything I need." He recognized that tone, though; it was pride of place.

"What's it look like? Do you have a neat view?"

"The bookstore is on a street where most of the buildings have been restored, renovated. It's a little artsy fartsy, but I like it. My apartment has four rooms, old wood floors, slanted ceilings. It's old, but redone and cute and home."

"That sounds fantastic." He could imagine it, clear as a bell.

"It is, really. I have an eclectic collection of furniture, lots and lots of bookshelves, and a fireplace."

"Cozy. I can imagine you in a space like that." He liked thinking about Xander somewhere like that.

"I can imagine us both there, actually. Sitting by the fire, me reading to you."

That thought made him smile. "Can you? That is a beautiful thought."

"Mmmhmm. It is. I'll feed you fruit, and we'll listen to the fire crackle."

Cameron nodded, letting himself fantasize. "Making love by a fire is always magical."

"Yeah. It is." Xander stopped them again, mouth pressing against his.

Oh.

Each kiss made him fall a little bit harder for this decent, peaceful man. Xander's hand came up to cup the back of his neck, tilting his head, the kiss pressing deeper. The world spun a little bit, shifted under his feet, and he let himself trust Xander to hold him up. Moaning, Xander deepened the kiss even further. Cameron held on, the sand sliding under his feet.

"We should make out on the beach. Like in that old movie."

That made him laugh, the sound ringing out, pure happiness.

Xander lifted him up and the next thing he knew he was lying on the sand, Xander on top of him and kissing him as the waves splashed over their legs. He gasped, the world spinning faster and faster underneath him. Wild. This was wild.

Xander pushed a leg between his and began to rub against him, cocks pushing through their clothing. He spread and arched, gasping into Xander's mouth as water lapped at his balls through his shorts. They rolled and rolled, Xander rubbing and kissing, making him feel amazing.

He'd never been so wild, so out of control, and outside to boot.

He was on top, then Xander was, then him again. Each kiss was wilder than the last. They moaned, laughed. They bit at each other, cackling together. Their bodies humped together over and over, and suddenly he was close to orgasm. He grabbed Xander's ass, his body jerking convulsively.

"Oh, God, Cameron." Xander humped against him and then froze.

"Yes." He couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, God, so good." Xander half collapsed, panting hard.

"Thank you. Thank you for this."

"Are you kidding? It was my total pleasure." Xander licked at his lips. "You're something else. Something special."

He smiled, chased Xander's lips. He didn't have to chase them far; Xander soon pressed them together, the water still whooshing up around them. He gasped, the water making it all insane, wild. Perfect.

"You gonna come for me?" Xander asked, rubbing against him some more.

"My balls are going to dry up," he teased, feeling almost young, whole.

"Yes. I want every last drop of pleasure you have."

He gasped, his toes curling at Xander's words. Xander's hand pushed between them, rubbing against him through his wet shorts.

"More." He arched up, rubbed a little harder.

Xander's hand pushed into his shorts, wrapping around his prick. There was a hint of scrape from the sand, a distant ache. Xander worked him nice and hard, thumb playing with the tip.

"I... Yes." Yes. Please. Now.

Xander's mouth covered his again, hand moving hard and fast on him. Cameron screamed out his pleasure, his need, his balls aching as he came again. Xander pressed kiss after kiss on him, hand tugging, pulling every last drop from him. It left him melted, a little shaken.

Xander's hand slid away, soft lips pressing against his. The water splashed around them, coming up to his thighs now.

"I could just stay here, let the water take me away."

"Oh, no, we have four more days together. Well, I guess closer to three and a half now. I'm not letting anyone have you before our time is up."

"Okay. Three and a half days and then you can let the water sweep me off. Deal?"

"Yeah. Maybe I can let mother nature have you."

"That works." He grinned, fingers reaching up, touching Xander's face, feeling that smile.

Xander's lips slid over his fingertips, pressing kisses to them.

Perfect.

This was perfect.

And he was going to be thankful for every second.