Don't Read in the Closet volume one (16 page)

With the blood like
molten lava in his veins, Cameron followed.

They had to wade into
the ocean chest deep and brave the smashing waves to walk around the rocks and
into the cave which had seen their love a few times before now. More memories
to torture Cameron with and lubricate his passion.

Jay lay back on the damp
sand, knees open. Both of them knew this cave would be underwater in the
shortest of times. The risk seemed worth it.

Cameron kissed him. With
limbs locked around each other, they renewed old acquaintances, their kisses as
fervent as they had always been.

Cameron peeled Jay’s wet
shorts down. He was even more beautiful naked than Cameron remembered.

He captured the head of
his cock, licking slowly before sliding down his shaft all the way, taking as
much as he could.

Jay arched under him.
His fingers found Cameron’s hair, sifted through the unruly strands with that
touch Cameron remembered.

Cameron tongued his
balls, kissed his inner thighs. He glanced
up,
saw Jay
watching him with that serious expression on his face. Tortured, broken.
Cameron asked himself where they would be when they’d done this and didn’t have
an answer. He guessed back to Jay hating him and still as far apart as Cameron
had pushed them. But for the moment it didn’t matter.

He slid back up Jay’s
body, offered his ex his index finger to suck. Jay did so and then Cameron
kissed him again while he searched with that finger, rubbing the puckered skin
between Jay’s legs, wetting it, waiting for Jay to open up to him.

Jay squirmed as Cameron
pushed that finger in. He lifted one leg, calf tight against Cameron’s back and
Cameron’s cock pressed against Jay’s muscular ass. He longed to pull his finger
free and just push his way inside, as far, as deep as he could go. He
controlled himself, pulling back to roll on the rubber.

The first time in his
car, they hadn’t gone all the way, only jerked each other off with Jay sitting
on his lap, making a hell of a mess of their clothes. Cameron didn’t think he’d
ever come so hard in his life when Jay’s talented hand had brought him to
climax. He seemed to spurt buckets, as though it would never end.

He’d soon found that was
no isolated incident though. When they’d done it the first time - in his
bedroom with his parents out - when he’d come, everything had gone dark for a
split second. He’d come to his senses lying heavy on Jay, his partner
whimpering with satiation, his semen glistening on his own belly.

After that, Cameron
couldn’t get enough. He was hard and ready to go whenever and wherever Jay
wanted. He thought of nothing else twenty-four seven. Had it overshadowed
everything else? Was that all it had been between them? Certainly Cameron
hadn’t felt the same level of desire in three years. At times he had found it
difficult to get an erection unless he thought of Jay.

He knelt between Jay’s
legs with his cock in his hand, looking down at him.

“What’s the matter?” Jay
said, looking anxious.

Cameron shook his head.
He closed his eyes, head bowed. “I love you. I need you to know that. I love
you no matter what and I never stopped loving you.”

Jay lifted a hand, his
eyes soft. Cameron leant down so Jay could touch his cheek, caressing lightly.

Jay pulled him closer.
They kissed as he lifted his legs around Cameron’s back. “Please, I need you
to…”

“I know.” Cameron
gripped his cock and guided himself inside.

Jay gasped and swore,
head thrown back. His nails dug deeply into Cameron’s shoulders.

Cameron felt the
ecstasy. A wave splashed his back, water roiled around Jay’s supine body. Jay
thrashed beneath Cameron, hissing, clutching,
his
muscles almost unbearably tight.

“Oh Christ, I love you
so much.” Cameron leant over his lover, his hand stroking wet hair, mouth
against his neck.

Jay caught his lips in a
fierce kiss. He bucked up, riding each thrust, masturbating.

Cameron blinked water
from his eyes as a wave crashed over them both. Any longer and they were both
at serious risk of drowning. The water was already licking around Jay’s ears
and chin.

It didn’t matter. Both
of them were at the edge.

Jay trembled. He pulled
Cameron, closer, deeper by his buttocks, gasping with every hit.

Cameron pushed Jay’s
hand away from his cock and took hold himself. He stroked him swiftly, firmly,
felt his lover clenching around him, the moment upon them.

Jay cried out. He
arched, shuddering, semen spurting across his chest to be immediately swept away
by sea water.

As he came, Cameron had
to hold Jay’s head free of the waves or his partner would have drowned. Jay
didn’t seem to care. He seemed barely conscious.

Cameron gritted his
teeth, riding out the orgasm, plunging again and again into Jay’s body until
the last tremors died away.

He couldn’t collapse and
lie in the afterglow the way he wanted. Christ, he’d almost killed Jay with
this stunt. He sat back and pulled a limp Jay up into his arms, holding him
close.

“Are you okay?” He
stroked his wet head.

“Yeah.” It was a mumble.
Jay buried his face into Cameron’s chest.

“We have to go.”

Cameron had to help Jay
put his shorts on and then guide him all the way from the cave and down into
the foaming sea. He was almost swept away by the fierceness of the tide but
Cameron held him hard, urging him to swim for shore.

Jay did so. He struck
out,
trying to negotiate the concealed rocks but something
stopped him. He
cursed,
legs down, treading water.

Cameron, coming up
behind him, saw a crimson stain spreading quickly around him. “Shit, what have
you done?”

“Banged my leg. It’s
nothing.” Jay started to swim again with Cameron following.

Never had he known the
sea so treacherous and frightening. He watched Jay’s body buffeted and battered
by the waves and his urge to protect him rose greater than it ever had.

He couldn’t leave again
without Jay, he knew that.

The beach was bathed in
golden light. Jay crawled on hands and knees from the sea, gasping, his
clinging shorts barely covering the delectable curve of his ass, almost ripped
away by the possessive water. He left a trail of blood behind him and Cameron
stumbled free of the gripping waves to help him to safety.

They sat on the beach
steps and Jay leaned back weakly against Cameron’s chest as he looked at the
gash on his shin.

“Nasty.”

“I’ll live. Remember
that time I told you I’d smashed my head open on rocks?” Jay gave a little
smile. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

Just like Cameron had
realised that thundering orgasms were normal when he was with Jay, so he
realised that this behaviour – extreme lethargy and sometimes semi-
consciousness – was normal for Jay after lovemaking.

He held him with one
arm, smiling a little against Jay’s wet hair. “You’re still like a corpse when
you come.”

“I know. Only with you
though, Cameron.”

The pain speared Cameron
swiftly, like a heated poker right through his heart and out the other side
again, leaving a gaping wound. He thought of the other men Jay must have had
and his throat closed tight.

He pressed his palm hard
to Jay’s chest, felt the thundering of his heart. “I’ve been offered a job at a
major publisher in New York.”

“Congratulations.” Jay’s
voice was empty.

“I haven’t taken it yet
because… I wanted to see if you were still here.” Cameron stumbled over his
words. “I wanted to try and… make it up to you, to offer you whatever you
wanted.”

Jay was starting to
shiver in his arms despite the risen sun. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you wanted
me to stay here with you then I would. I’d never go anywhere again without you.
I’d sacrifice everything for you as I should have done at the start.”

Jay’s chin dropped onto
his chest. His shoulders shook.

“Don’t.” Cameron kissed
the nape of his neck.

“I never wanted you to
ruin your life for me,” Jay said in a broken voice. “I have no right to be so
angry at you. You wanted something better than this and I understand. You were
right to leave me.”

“No. No.” Cameron pulled
Jay around to face him, gathered him into his arms and held him so hard that he
hoped the weight of both their despair could be smashed into pieces.

He wept and Jay wept and
for the longest time there was only the sound of the crashing ocean and
their own
misery.

They walked hand in hand
to their cars and towelled off.

“You got a new car,”
Cameron remarked. Jay had always driven a piece of shit rust bucket. This one
was smarter. Maybe he’d got a new job and no longer worked at the book store in
town.

“Yeah.” Jay glanced
around before he peeled down those impossibly tight shorts and towelled himself
quickly between the legs.

Cameron’s stomach
lurched with rekindled desire as Jay pulled up some white briefs.

“Put your eyes back in,”
Jay chastised him good-naturedly.

“I can’t help it. No one
ever filled a pair of tighty whiteys like you.”

Jay blushed slightly and
smiled. He watched while Cameron discarded his own shorts. “No one ever filled
me
like you.”

Cameron nearly choked.
He pulled up his boxers and then hurried over to Jay’s car, taking his ex in
his arms. “You still live with your parents? I need to make love to you
somewhere we’re not going to drown.”

Jay smiled. “I’ve got my
own place now.”

Cameron cocked an
eyebrow. “Things are going good, huh?”

“Yeah. I work at the
library.”

“Ah, you bookworm, you
always wanted to do that.”

Jay nodded. He pulled
away and stepped into his jeans. “Why don’t you follow me down?”

“Sure.” Cameron placed a
tender kiss on Jay’s temple before he went back to his own car. He glanced over
at Jay as he dressed and asked himself again where they would be after this and
why Jay was inviting him to his home.

We’re over and done,
remember? All that’s going to happen is you’re going to break his heart again.

He climbed into his car
with a sigh.

****

Jay had a nice little
apartment overlooking the beach, all wood floors and white walls. He threw his
wet shorts and towel into the washing machine.

“Want something to
drink?”

“Sure.” Cameron still
tasted sea water. He also still tasted Jay. The morning was gearing up to be a
hot one, but he shivered with cold.

Jay popped the caps off
two bottles of beer and handed one over. Cameron took a deep drink.

“Want to shower with
me?”

Wide-eyed, Cameron
nodded mutely.

The hot spray and Jay’s
hands washed away all that tiresome sand and the salt of the sea. He washed
Cameron’s hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo, rinsed away the suds. When
they got out, Cameron bandaged Jay’s lacerated shin. He’d stopped shivering but
soon started again when Jay led him by the hand into the bedroom.

Even with fruity shower
gel, Jay still smelled of the ocean. The scent Cameron had taken with him to
New York and dreamed about for three years.

He explored Jay’s
perfect body with hands and mouth and impressed these new memories deep into
his brain to take away with him.

Jay shifted under his
caress, arched, undulated and finally came and Cameron lay by his side beneath
the covers and waited for Jay to speak. To tell Cameron his decision.

“I want to be with you.
I’ve waited too long.”

Cameron sighed, feeling
like the luckiest man in the world. He nuzzled Jay’s neck, trailing a hand over
his belly. “So you want me to stay here?”

“I can’t ask you to do
that. You’ve just been offered a great job.”

Cameron lifted his head.
“Hey, didn’t I say whatever sacrifice I had to make then I would? I don’t care
where I have to live as long as I’m with you. And besides, I owe you.”

Jay shook his head. “Oh
no. You’d start to resent me in time. When you got itchy feet for the world
beyond Echo Cove.”

“There isn’t a world
beyond Echo Cove when I’m here with you.”

Jay’s face softened into
a smile, showing his perfect, pearly teeth. “You always did know what to say.
You could always charm me into bed with just a few words.”

Cameron smiled too. It
felt alien on his face. He wasn’t sure how many times he had smiled in the last
three years.

He kissed Jay’s
shoulder. “Are you out yet?”

Jay tensed. He shook his
head wordlessly, lips pressed together.