Not Done Yet

by jordan_jordan

Summary:

Here’s some Nate/Cam drabbles for those who asked for it. No angst, I promise. Just little slices of their story. They won’t be in chronological order; some will be either after Are You Bored Yet? or after Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet? and at least one will be before either of them. If you haven’t read my first two fics in the series, I would highly recommend it.

Chapter 1: Where To Start

Where To Start

(Set after Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet?)

 

If I’d thought Coach was strategic when it came to soccer, it was nothing compared to what he was doing to me.

 

Nate looked at the words on his screen for a moment longer before deleting them altogether. 

He rubbed his face in frustration. He didn’t know how he was supposed to write about this. He wasn’t good at talking about himself—his mistakes. Reading them back, they just looked stupid. Like how had he not seen what Liam was doing to him—how he’d manipulated Nate? It should have been clear, especially since he’d manipulated others in the past himself. 

He sighed, getting up from his makeshift work space in his living room and headed towards the kitchen. Nate poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, considering. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea—writing about himself. He’d always been a private person. Why did he suddenly think he was capable of being open about his past? What made him think anyone would be interested in reading it?

The sound of the lock clicking startled him out of his thoughts and he glanced over as the door to the apartment opened and Jules came in.

 

“Hey,” she greeted him brightly. Literally brightly—she was wearing a neon yellow coat and puffy lime green pants.

 

“Hey,” he said back. “How’s the gallery?”

 

“Amazing,” said Jules.

 

She was currently in the process of having her very first art show—oversized abstract prints on fabric; she’d been working on it for the past year.

 

“Excited for opening night?” he asked. It was a week away.

 

“Yes,” Jules said, firm but slightly nervous as she grabbed the mail and started rifling through it. “My dad is flying in and Rue said she’d be there even if she is pissed at me.”

 

Nate rolled his eyes. “She’s not pissed at you,” he said. “She’s just waiting, like she always has been, for you two to get back together.”

 

“Yeah, but I think she’s tired of waiting,” said Jules. “I’m too indecisive. I go back and forth of whether it’s a good idea or not.”

 

“You think it’s a bad idea to be with someone who loves you?” Nate questioned.

 

Jules gave him a look. “I just worry that I don’t deserve her sometimes,” she said.

 

“Isn’t that how I felt with Cam?” he pointed out. “You told me I was worth it.”

 

“But like…can I even be tamed for her?” Jules said.

 

Nate smiled. “Who says she wants you to be,” he said. “Just call her. Invite her out for dinner before the show.”

 

“Mmm,” Jules mumbled and Nate knew she’d change the subject. “How’s your book coming?”

 

“It’s not a book,” he said. “I don’t know what it is. And terrible, thanks for asking.”

 

“Well, you don’t have to write it,” she said. “Not that I’m saying you shouldn’t, but you could give it more time. Reliving your trauma in such a detailed way—you sure it’s the right thing to do?”

 

“I don’t know,” Nate admitted. “My therapist thinks it could be.”

 

“Your therapist also thought it would be a good idea for you to move out,” Jules said with a pout.

 

“This again?” Nate laughed. “Jules, I’m literally moving a block away. I’ll see you all the time. Besides, didn’t you say you needed space?”

 

“It was a defense mechanism in response to you leaving me,” she said. “I don’t really want you to go.”

 

Nate took a step toward her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders so he could kiss the top of her head. After three years of living with his best friend, he didn’t really want to go either. But it was time.

 

“A block away,” he repeated. “We’ll meet at a bodega in the middle for breakfast every morning.”

 

“Blegh,” said Jules, pulling away. “At six AM? No thanks.”

 

Nate grinned. He got up early to hit the gym before work and Jules was not a morning person.

 

“Want to grab lunch?” he asked.

 

“Nuh-uh, no procrastinating,” Jules scolded. “I just came home to switch bags. I have to go back to the gallery and you have to write your book.”

 

She commenced dumping her purse on the counter before shoving everything into a backpack that was shaped like a cupcake.

 

“It’s not a book,” Nate insisted.

 

Jules raised an eyebrow at him and shook her head. “Make it a book,” she said. “Make your trauma work for you.”

 

Nate sighed—just thinking about the daunting task made him anxious. 

 

“I gotta go,” said Jules. “But I love you.”

 

“Love you too,” said Nate. “And call Rue!” He watched her walk out of the door with a flourish.

 

He headed back to his desk and his blank screen. 

Make his trauma work for him? It was easier said than done.

The idea for the—not book, whatever it was—had come when he’d been tasked with writing an article for the sports media company he worked for. His boss had asked him to write a piece surrounding a recent scandal where a women’s basketball coach had been caught sleeping with one of his players at a college in upstate New York. Nate’s boss hadn’t known about his own past scandal. But after he’d started doing the research, he’d fallen down a rabbit hole of similar situations at different schools and couldn’t help but compare it to his own affair with his coach. He thought maybe, if he wrote about his personal experience, it might help someone out there who was going through the same thing. The problem was, he didn’t know where to even begin. If he wrote about what happened with Liam, he’d have to write about what happened with Cam. And if he did that, he should probably write about what happened with Cassie. It felt like too much. This was supposed to be about sports, giving all that information about his personal life seemed silly.

So, Nate wrote and rewrote the first line over and over again until he heard the lock in the door click once more.

He didn’t turn around, though. This time he waited until arms curled around his neck from behind. Nate smiled as he smelled the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and cedar. Lips pressed against the back of his neck.

 

“Working hard?” Cam mumbled against his skin.

 

“Not really,” Nate said. “Feeling a little creatively blocked.”

 

“Need me to unblock you?” Cam asked.

 

Nate laughed. “Is that supposed to be dirty?” he said. “Because it just sounds gross.”

 

“Well, maybe I’m creatively blocked too,” said Cam.

 

Nate turned to watch his boyfriend pulling off his jean jacket. He hung it on the hook by the door and glanced at the mail Jules had gone through earlier.

 

“How was the studio?” Nate asked him.

 

Cam shrugged. “Fine,” he said. “Everything’s on track.”

 

Cam was just finishing up an album. His first solo album, actually. It wasn’t even out yet but Rolling Stone had already hailed Cam Finn as someone to watch. Nate wouldn’t admit it, but maybe the fact that his boyfriend was making a record and his best friend was holding an art show might have been another reason why he was motivated to write about himself. With everyone around him baring their souls for art, he felt like maybe he should do the same. But he had never been the artistic type and he didn’t know if it would actually amount to anything.

 

Before Cam could ask how the writing was going Nate said, “Jules is still mad at us for moving.”

 

Cam smirked. “She says that,” he said. “But if I have to hear her complain about having to listen to us have sex one more time…”

 

The three of them had been living together for the past year. After Cam had moved to New York, he and Nate had wasted no time getting back together and, behind closed doors, they’d made up for any time they’d lost. Well, not just behind closed doors. There was the time Jules had caught them doing it against the kitchen counter and the other time her and Rue had walked in while Nate was sucking Cam off on the couch. Yeah, she had a right to complain.

 

Nate laughed lightly. “I think her and Rue will get back together,” he said.

 

“That’d be good,” said Cam. “I can tell she wants to, even if she says she doesn’t. How’s her show coming along?”

 

“Good,” said Nate.

 

Cam didn’t let him sway the conversation this time. “And your writing?”

 

Nate sighed. “I don’t know how to even start,” he admitted. “I thought I’d be able to use my article as a jumping off point, but I keep putting out more questions than I’m answering.”

 

“Like what?” Cam was at the fridge now, pulling two beers out and cracking them open. 

 

“Like I can’t really talk about how me and Liam got together unless I talk about how you and I got together,” Nate explained as he took the beer Cam handed him. “And it’s hard to really understand why I didn’t get that he was manipulating me if the reader doesn’t know about how I used to manipulate the people around me.”

 

Cam nodded. “And you’re afraid of exposing yourself too much?” he guessed.

 

Nate bit his lip. “I don’t want to portray myself as just a victim,” he said. “Because, at some point, I was a perpetrator too.”

 

“Not like him,” said Cam sharply.

 

He never hid his hatred for Liam, for what he’d done to Nate. Because Cam was right. Liam had sexually assaulted Nate and, though he’d abused and manipulated his own partners in the past, Nate had never done that. 

 

“But I think I have to explain it,” said Nate. “For anyone to fully understand.”

 

Cam sipped his beer thinking. “Then I think you have to start at the beginning,” he said. “And I mean the very beginning—when you found your dad’s discs.”

 

Nate had been afraid of that.

 

“He’s not going to like that,” he said.

 

Cam came up behind him again and rubbed the back of his neck gently. “Look, you haven’t decided what this project even is,” he said. “If it’s an essay, a book, a personal journal. You might decide you want to share it or that it’s just therapeutic to get it all out. Just write and you can figure out what you want to do with it later.”

 

Nate smiled and turned to look up at Cam. “How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?” he asked.

 

“Mmm, I know you,” said Cam, leaning down to kiss him softly. “You make it easy. Now, write.”

 

With that, he headed off toward their bedroom. Nate watched him go; he had half a mind to follow him. But Cam was right—he needed to get it all out. So, he turned back to his computer and started writing.  

 

Notes:

I had ten chapters in this piece originally, but I’m open to writing more if I get a prompt I like 😜

Chapter 2: Not So Tired

Summary:

Nate asks Cam for something

Not So Tired

(Set in between Are You Bored Yet? and Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet?)

 

“Mmm, baby, back that thing up for me.”

 

Nate watched as the college boy with the windswept hair did indeed back that thing up against the man with the muscled biceps behind him.

Nate was currently sitting up in bed with Cam at their apartment. They were both naked save for their briefs and doing that thing they sometimes did—watching porn together. It had been a long day of classes and soccer practice. Coach Wright had really put the team through their paces. Nate was almost regretting joining. Cam had been busy at work too. Plus, he’d just started a band. They were both exhausted but also kind of horny. So, instead of a full-blown fuck they’d opted for jerking off together instead. Nate had done a quick search on Pornhub and picked a video he thought they’d both like. 

 

“Fuck, you’re in me so deep,” said the college boy with a moan.

 

Nate glanced over as Cam palmed himself over his briefs.

He couldn’t help copy the motion. Nate liked watching Cam get off, even if it wasn’t specifically because of him. Watching porn together was fun. Plus, sometimes it worked its way into their sex life. Like the time they’d watched one where a guy rode his boyfriend reverse cowboy, which they’d never done. But the next time they were in bed together, Nate tried it and it was awesome. 

The muscled guy on screen started fucking the college boy hard, grasping his hips as he slammed into him. Cam and Nate both slipped their hands into their briefs in unison. They stroked themselves as they watched the college boy bend further over the bed. Nate could hear a hitch in Cam’s breath as he squeezed himself. 

 

“Fuck, baby,” groaned the man in the video.

 

He raised his hand and brought it down on the college boy’s ass.

Nate bit his lip, watching. It turned him on watching the boy on screen get spanked. He couldn’t help wondering how it felt—physically and mentally.

Cam seemed to like it too. His breath was picking up, chest rising and falling as his hand moved on himself. Suddenly, Nate had the urge to turn him on even more.

 

“We could do that, you know,” he said.

 

Cam looked over at him, surprised. “What?”

 

Nate realized that maybe Cam thought he meant make a sex tape, something he was not prepared to do given his past.

 

“The, uh—the spanking,” Nate clarified.

 

They were both still pumping their hands up and down their cocks, but now they were looking at each other.

 

“You want me to spank you?” Cam asked and, good god, the way he looked at Nate was absolutely sinful.

 

Nate was embarrassed, but he knew that Cam would never judge him for what he liked. He encouraged Nate to be vocal about what he wanted.

So, Nate nodded. 

 

Cam leaned forward to kiss him. It was somewhat sloppy because they both still had their hands on themselves. Cam just kind of leaned into him.

 

Fuck,” he muttered breathily against Nate’s lips.

 

Even though they’d decided to jerk off because they were too tired to fuck, Cam had that look in his eyes and Nate was suddenly feeling energized.

 

“You wanna?” he whispered.

 

“Definitely,” Cam said.

 

Then his hand was off himself, yanking down his briefs and kicking them off as Nate did the same. Cam was nudging Nate back onto the bed and they were kissing. It was the hot and needy kind of kissing. Cam’s hands were in Nate’s hair, his erection pressing into his thigh. Nate grasped Cam’s back firmly as their hips rolled against one another.

The porn played on in the background. Now, the college boy was riding the muscled guy’s massive cock. The sounds they were making only spurred him and Cam on.

 

“Yeah, baby, ride that dick!”

 

Nate glanced at the screen as Cam sat up to find the lube, squirting some onto his fingers. Then his fingers were at Nate’s hole, rubbing. He groaned when Cam pushed two inside him. 

 

“Fuuuckk,” Nate whined as he started pumping them in and out without missing a beat.

 

Cam’s lips were against his neck, nipping at the skin there as he fingered Nate.

Nate spread his thighs, giving Cam more access as he watched the couple in the porn moved from the bedroom into the shower. The college boy braced his hands against the wall as the other guy slid into him again.

Nate pressed a hand against Cam’s chest—he was ready. Cam knelt as Nate rolled over, getting on his hands and knees. He felt Cam run his hand over his ass and bit his lip as he remembered what had turned him on in the first place—what he’d asked Cam to do. But Cam didn’t spank him, not yet. Instead, he just pushed inside Nate, making him gasp, head hanging down.

Cam gripped his hips and started fucking him methodically. Nate let his mouth fall open, his eyes shut as he leaned into the feeling.

He loved this. Ever since his first taste of sex with Cam, Nate hadn’t been able to get enough. He tried not to analyze it too closely but being with another man made him feel vulnerable—submissive in a way he’d never allowed himself to feel. It was exhilarating the way he just let Cam use his body for pleasure; it made Nate feel sexy and powerful. The way Cam was so responsive to how he moved, the sounds he made, the things he asked for—it was addicting. He hadn’t expected to feel like this. And the way Cam took care of him—took care if his needs—it was a love Nate had never experienced before. It was such a relief to be with someone who was up for whatever Nate wanted, who didn’t shame him for what he like, but encouraged him to be open and honest. Nate loved it. But, yeah, he tried not to analyze it.

The boy on screen gave a particularly loud groan and Nate opened his eyes to look. They were still in the shower, but now the college boy had bent over even further, arching his back, getting his partner deeper as he thrust in and out. Nate gasped as he belatedly realized Cam was going the exact same pace as the guy in the video. Fucking him in the exact same rhythm so that maybe Nate could imagine it was him in the shower getting slammed into by the man with muscled biceps. Nate didn’t know if that was his purpose, but it was unbelievably hot all the same. 

 

“Yeah, baby, fuck yourself back on my dick,” ordered the man in the video and he stopped moving, forcing the college boy to do all the work.

 

At that moment, Cam’s hips stilled as well. Nate groaned and then he began mimicking the boy in the porn, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on his boyfriend’s cock.

That’s when Cam brought his hand down and smacked Nate’s ass.

Nate hadn’t been expecting it and he moaned loudly, pausing for the briefest of moments to feel the effect of the action, the sting of Cam’s hand. Then he continued thrusting himself back on him but picked up his pace. He was breathing hard in anticipation. Would Cam spank him again?

But the man in the porn was fucking the college boy hard again, pressing him against the shower wall. So, Cam grasped Nate’s hips and started pounding into him. Nate moaned as his hands slipped on the bedspread and he fell to his elbows, ass in the air. He could feel Cam deeply like this; it felt so good.

With a sharp sound, Cam spanked him again and Nate gasped—it was so hot. Cam did it again on the same cheek before giving the other one a slap.

 

“Fuck, Cameron,” groaned Nate. 

 

“You like it?” asked Cam, voice strained and breathy.

 

“Yeah,” confirmed Nate.

The couple in the porn had started moaning exaggeratedly—they were done, but Nate wasn’t really paying attention anymore.

Cam was gripping his ass cheeks hard, giving them a squeeze as he slammed into him repeatedly. Nate was panting and whining in a way that would be embarrassing if it wasn’t all so hot. The way Cam was just manhandling his ass, Nate knew it would be sore later, but in the moment, he didn’t want him to stop. 

 

“Damn, baby,” muttered Cam. “I love your ass.”

 

Nate felt so sexy under Cam’s gaze. He pushed his hips back further, showing off.

 

“Fuck, Nate.” Cam sounded wrecked, desperate.

 

Nate felt his hands on cheeks, pulling them slightly apart. He could imagine what his boyfriend was seeing—his own cock pumping in and out of Nate’s tight hole. He groaned at the thought, then again as Cam spanked him once more. Nate had his hand on himself now, moving up at down in time to Cam’s thrusts.

 

“I’m so close,” Nate told him.

 

“Yeah?” Cam asked. “You like getting spanked?” He slapped his ass again pointedly.

 

Nate gasped and nodded against the bedsheets. There was no one who got him this vulnerable, who made him feel like he could say or do anything without shame. No one but Cam.

 

“Me too,” he was saying in a shaky tone. “Gonna cum so hard, fill you up.”

 

“Yes,” Nate choked on a moan. “Cum in me.”

 

They’d progressed into straight up dirty talk, which meant they were both close.

 

“You want me to cum in you?” Cam asked. Nate loved when he made him beg for it.

 

“Please,” he whined, arching his back.

 

“Shit!” Cam squeezed his ass, his rhythm stuttering.

 

He moaned and Nate felt him cum deep inside him. With a groan, he gripped himself to his own release.

They were both breathing hard as they came down from their sex high. Then Cam pulled out and Nate stretched his limbs, remaining flat on his stomach. Cam lay beside him and grinned.

 

“Did you like that?” asked Nate.

 

Cam nodded and reached out to run a hand over Nate’s ass gently. “Goddamn, baby,” he muttered, staring at it.

 

“Is it red?” Nate wanted to know.

 

“A little,” admitted Cam. “Does it hurt?”

 

Nate shook his head honestly, but, then again, he hadn’t rolled over onto it yet.

 

“Am I allowed to do that again?” Cam asked.

 

“Yeah,” Nate said. “Whenever you want.”

 

Cam leaned in to kiss him, softer this time, tongue slipping into his mouth briefly. “You’re so sexy, you know that?” he said.

 

“You don’t ever let me think otherwise,” Nate said back.

 

The kissed quietly for a moment before Cam pulled away again. “Man, I thought I was tired,” he said. “But after that I am wired.”

 

“Me too,” said Nate.

 

He reached back to touch his ass cheek gingerly, before letting his fingers drift between his cheeks, feeling the mess Cam had made there. Cam was eyeing Nate’s movements, teeth biting into his lower lip as he watched him pull his hand away, cum dripping along his fingers.

 

“Jesus, Nate,” he murmured. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

 

Nate grinned. “Shower?” he suggested.

 

“Shower,” Cam agreed.

 

They both got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom, Cam wrapping Nate in his arms as they went. Nate felt exhilarated in the aftermath of discovering something new he liked. It only made him wonder about the things he hadn’t tried yet. His heart beat quicker as Cam squeezed his ass. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t so tired anymore.

 

Notes:

An introduction to Nate’s spanking kink! I thought you guys might need an origin story 😉

Chapter 3: Something's Missing

Summary:

Cam and Noah…

Something’s Missing

(Set in between Am I More Than You Bargained For Yet? and its epilogue)

 

Cam couldn’t help feel a little nervous as he flicked through his records, searching for the perfect one. Things with his boyfriend had been weird lately—off. He wasn’t sure if it was their conflicting schedules or the fact that he was going away for a couple months on tour or if it was something else, but things were weird maybe a little distant. It’s not like they were fighting or anything; they rarely did. Cam just wasn’t sure if they needed to rekindle the spark or if they’d lost it altogether. 

He chose a record—Otis Redding, soothing and romantic. Then he went over to check the pot on the stove—barbecue ribs and collard greens. He always loved to show off his southern cooking. 

Cam checked the time—his boyfriend would be home any minute. He dimmed the lights and lit a candle while the record played on. Cam was kind of a sucker for romance.

He turned as he heard the front door to his apartment unlock and open. Noah walked in and smiled when he smelled dinner cooking—he loved barbecue.

 

“Hey,” said Cam, stepping away from the stove toward him.

 

“Hey,” said Noah, leaning up to kiss him. “Smells good in here.”

 

“We’ve both been so busy,” said Cam. “I thought we could use a nice meal together.”

 

Noah nodded—he’d maybe noticed something was off too.

They had started dating shortly after Cam had moved to LA. It had felt natural, going from friends to boyfriends. There had always been something there, lying under the surface while they’d been on tour together and they’d gotten close when Noah had helped Cam through his breakup with Nate. Cam had never been able to deny that he was attracted to Noah. With his bleach blonde buzzcut and tattooed neck—Cam had always thought he was sexy.

The first time they’d slept together had been amazing. It had been about a month after he’d gotten to LA. They’d gone out to a show, had a few drinks and ended up back at Cam’s place where Noah had proven himself to be an excellent power bottom, riding Cam like a fucking racehorse.

Sex with Noah was great. He was really confident—knew what he liked. He was vocal, telling Cam where he wanted to be touched, encouraging him to be rough with him. Cam liked that. Plus, Noah was shorter than him; it turned Cam on that he could pick him up, carry him to the bed. Noah had also been the first guy to ever put Cam on the receiving end of a rim job and he’d found that he liked getting as much as he liked giving.

It wasn’t better than what he had with Nate, just different. 

But that was six months ago and things felt different now. Like they could go days without seeing each other because they were both busy with their respective bands. Cam’s band, the Indoor Kids, were about to go on tour and Noah’s band, the Eddies, were promoting their album. Cam was missing that longing, that have-to-have-you kind of feeling that they’d used to have—that he’d always had with Nate. But maybe they just needed a night to focus on each other, remember why they’d gotten together in the first place.

 

“How’s the scheduling going for the tour?” Noah asked as he pulled two glasses out of a cabinet.

 

“Good,” said Cam, grabbing the whiskey. “Just booked the Bowery for two nights.”

 

Nate had liked Rusty Nails, Noah preferred an Old Fashioned.

 

“That’s awesome, babe,” said Noah. 

 

He hefted himself up onto the kitchen counter to watch Cam make their drinks. 

 

“I’m hoping we get to play some smaller venues there too,” he told him. “Something more intimate.”

 

He handed Noah his glass and tapped his own to it in cheers.

 

“Nothing wrong with that,” said Noah, sipping his.

 

Cam moved to stand between his dangling legs.

 

“You should meet up with me while I’m in New York,” Cam said, running one hand up Noah’s thigh.

 

“Yeah?” 

 

Noah curled one hand behind Cam’s neck and pulled him forward. They kissed softly, Noah’s tongue slipping into Cam’s mouth briefly. Cam let his crotch rub against Noah’s just the tiniest bit. He was tempted to let it go further, but intimacy had never been their problem.

Cam pulled back to look Noah in the eyes, run a hand over his buzzed hair.

 

“I feel…like we should talk.”

 

Cam was surprised that it was Noah who said it. 

 

But he nodded. “Yeah, probably,” he said.

 

He stepped back so Noah could get down from the counter.

 

“I feel like things have been off recently,” Noah admitted.

 

They were on the same page then, but Cam wasn’t really shocked. What he had with Noah was so easy. It was one of the most mature, amicable relationships he’d ever had. He and Noah were very open with each other, didn’t hold back. No—communication had never been their problem either.

 

“I’ve noticed that too,” he agreed. “We’ve been busy, but it also feels like there’s an emotional distance going on.”

 

Noah sighed, but nodded. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said. “But I feel like we’re a little    stagnant right now.

 

He was right. They’d had a honeymoon phase—releasing all the built-up sexual tension had been fun and exciting. But now they were settling into their relationship and he wasn’t sure if it was progressing or not. But maybe, because they were friends first, they were taking what they had for granted and not putting in the work to move it forward.

 

“Do you think we need to take a step forward,” asked Cam. “Like should we move in together?”

 

Noah smiled. “I think,” he said. “That if you’re asking if that’s a step we should take and you’re as unsure as you seem, then it’s not the right move.”

 

Cam felt so conflicted. He knew Noah was right—they shouldn’t move in together. But he wasn’t really sure where to go from here. He hated to put goalposts on a relationship. He’d never felt the need to do that before, but things with Noah were  too easy, almost passive. He didn’t want to compare what they had to what he had with Nate, but there was something they’d had that he and Noah didn’t.

 

It was like Noah could read his mind because he said, “Something’s missing.”

 

Cam felt frustrated—not at Noah but at the situation. It didn’t make sense. “But everything’s perfect,” he said. “We never fight, we’re always on the same page. Our communication is better than any relationship I’ve ever had and the sex is crazy good.“

 

Noah picked up on his frustration—of course he did. He pulled Cam close, wrapped his arms around his waist and Cam pressed their foreheads together.

 

“I don’t understand what’s missing,” he confessed.

 

Noah tried to smile again, but he looked sad. “We’re not in love.”

 

Cam shook his head against Noah’s. “I love you,” he insisted.

 

“And I love you,” Noah told him. “But it’s different; you know it is.”

 

Cam sighed. He didn’t want to admit he was right. He wanted this to work so bad.

 

“Cameron, I love you,” Noah went on. “And you’re my best friend, but we’re not in love, not like we both want to be. And I don’t know if we can get there.”

 

“How do you know?” Cam asked.

 

Noah looked really sad then. “Because I know what you look like when you’re in love,” he said. “And it’s just not the same with us.”

 

Nate.

Cam pulled away slightly.

No, it wasn’t the same. But he didn’t know if that was because it was just a different relationship or because no one measured up to Nate. At the same time, Cam definitely put Nate on a pedestal. He’d given everything to him, wanted to do anything for him. And where had that got him? Cam had thought what he needed was someone who was truly his equal and Noah was perfect in that regard. 

But he couldn’t deny that he was right; something was missing. It wasn’t about the sex or the communication or even the compatibility. It was about wanting to grow and build something with another person. It was about seeing a future—no, creating a future with someone else. And with Noah, Cam liked where they were at, but he didn’t think about their future. It felt like he was scared to get into another deep relationship, so he was staying in something easy with his best friend.

 

“We both deserve to be with someone we can fall in love with,” Noah finished.

 

He was right; Cam knew that. But then why was it so frustrating? Cam just wanted to be with one person—someone who understood him and made him feel safe. But then there were the feelings of desperation, of longing that he also craved in a relationship. He’d thought maybe those were the things that had made his relationship with Nate fail—maybe there was too much longing. But without it, he felt like there was nothing to work towards. Things with Noah were just good without the motivation to make them better. He loved Noah—he did—but maybe they worked better as friends.

 

Cam sighed. “Well, we tried,” he said.

 

Noah smiled. “We did,” he agreed. “And I don’t regret that at all. There was nothing wrong with what we had; it just wasn’t enough for either of us.”

 

“I love you,” Cam told him, because he really did and he wanted to make sure Noah knew that.

 

“I love you, too,” said Noah.

 

Cam pulled him to him again and leaned down to kiss him. Noah kissed him back softly, hands on Cam’s waist. Then Cam pressed is face to Noah’s neck.

 

“Can we still be friends with benefits until one of us meets the right person?” he mumbled against his skin.

 

Noah laughed. “Sure,” he said. “But I have a feeling it won’t take too long for either of us.”

 

“Why’s that?” asked Cam, pulling back to look at his face.

 

“Because we love love,” said Noah. “And let’s face it, both of us are a catch.”

 

Cam grinned. “Well, I know I am,” he teased. “A boyfriend who cooks—come on.”

 

”That’s true,” said Noah. “I might change my mind after dinner. I get to stay for dinner, right?”

 

”Of course, you do,” said Cam, grabbing two plates. “Least I can do for an ex.”

 

Noah made a face. “Ouch,” he said. “I don’t like that.”

 

”A friend,” Cam corrected.

 

Because that’s what he and Noah had always been best at. 
They sat down to dinner and Cam sipped his Old Fashioned. He wondered what sort of drink he’d be making next.

Notes:

Thank you for the prompts! I’m still undecided whether I’ll add more to this one past the 10 already written chapters. Keep sending those prompts and if I think they fit for Nate/Cam, I’ll see what I can do 🫶🏼

Chapter 4: All That Matters

Summary:

Nate takes Cam to a party

All That Matters

(Set after Are You Bored Yet?)

 

 

Nate would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous.

He was unbelievably nervous. And anxious. Unsure, scared—all the words. But he was trying not to be…for Cam. He was trying to be strong and proud and unbothered because he was; he really was most of the time. It’s just…the thought of Cam coming with him to an East Highland party full of assholes Nate had gone to high school with, it made him nervous.

They’d had such an amazing summer driving across the country together. It had been perfect—just him and Cam getting to know each other even better. They woke with the sun, fooled around in the camper van before going off on an adventure—hiking or swimming or finding a small, hidden brewery that wouldn’t card Nate—then they’d cook dinner over a campfire and, sometimes, if no one else was around, they’d make love under the stars. It had been magical but being back in the real world felt different. 

Cam had charmed Nate’s mom—of course he had. He was funny and complimentary and her new puppy loved him so that was gold in her eyes. She swooned at his southern accent and when Cam had left the room to take a call, she’d squeezed Nate’s arm in a way that made him think she was already planning a wedding in her mind. It felt good to know his mom approved, not that it would have mattered if she didn’t. But it made Nate feel good.

On their second day in East Highland, they met up with Jules. She’d seen Cam from a distance when he and Nate had been broken up, but he’d never introduced them. Cam knew about his history with her—how he’d treated her, blackmailed her, how he’d been in love with her. But he also told Cam that he had nothing to worry about. He no longer had feelings for Jules; they were just best friends.

Jules had come over with White Claws and weed. They’d sat in Nate’s backyard and she and Cam had hit it off. They were similar in a lot of ways—confident in who they were, open to new experiences and people, easy going and nice. By the end of the afternoon, Cam and Jules were acting like the best of friends, inside jokes and everything. 

So, it eased Nate’s mind that she’d be at the party tonight. It was at McKay’s house, which was also good because he knew McKay wouldn’t let anyone fuck with him and Cam. But after the last party he’d gone to in East Highland—the one where Cassie had posted a video of him and Cam dancing together, outing him—he was nervous. He could remember the comments on the video—people saying he was the ‘girl’ in the relationship, that he was like his dad, calling him a faggot. It had messed with Nate’s head, causing him to cheat on Cam. 

He was better now, though. Maybe not fully comfortable with people knowing what he liked, but at least he was okay with people knowing who he was with. He was proud to be with Cam, proud of what they had and of the way he’d evolved personally. He trusted himself not to hurt Cam again, but he was scared of what other people were going to say, how they’d treat them together.

Plus, Cassie was going to be there. She and Nate were good now. They’d apologized and chosen to move on. However, Nate was still wary of her, especially in a high school setting. He didn’t know if bringing Cam around would make her feel self-conscious or vengeful, especially when alcohol was involved.

All that aside, he wanted Cam to have a good time. To see where he came from—scratch that, what he’d grown from. Because he didn’t feel like the same guy from high school. He was more open now, more honest, confident. He liked who he was these days.

 

“What are you thinking about?”

 

Nate looked over as Cam came out of his bathroom. He was dressed in his usual slim cut jeans and a short sleeve button up shirt with a couple buttons undone so you could just glimpse his chest tattoo. Hair swept back off his face and, god, he smelled so good.

 

“How excited I am to show you off,” Nate told him and it was the truth.

 

“Yeah?”

 

Cam walked over to where Nate was sitting on the edge of his bed. He stood over him and Nate’s hands reflexively came up to touch his hips. He lay back on the bed, pulling Cam with him, on top of him. They made out quietly for a while, Nate’s hands wandering to Cam’s ass. It was good—a much needed boost. A reminder to why he’d brought him back home in the first place. But he couldn’t let it go too far, because, if he did, they’d never leave.

And right on cue, his phone buzzed in his pocket—Jules.

 

Where the fuck are you guys?

 

“Should we go?” asked Cam.

 

Nate sighed. “Yeah, let’s do it,” he said.

 

Cam climbed off him and they stood. Nate ran a hand through his hair, trying to make it look like Cam hadn’t just been running his hands through it.

 

“You nervous?” asked Cam. He knew Nate so well.

 

“Yes, but not about us,” he told him. “About them.”

 

“We don’t have to stay long,” Cam said. “Or go at all, if you’re uncomfortable.”

 

“No,” Nate said quickly. “It’s okay; it’ll be fun.”

 

Fun might be generous. But it was fine.

 

They got to McKay’s late enough that Nate felt like they wouldn’t cause a stir with their entrance. He led the way inside, Cam close behind but not touching him. He knew Nate would have to ease into it.

The party was in full swing—loud, crowded, smoky. A few people looked at them as they walked in, there were a couple whispers behind hands. Maybe they recognized Cam from the video, maybe they were already analyzing him and Nate. But to his relief, most people weren’t paying any attention to them

 

That is until Maddy, Nate’s ex, yelled, “Nate Jacobs!” She was standing in some barely-there outfit with her solo cup thrust into the air as she shouted at them. “Hey, bitch!”

 

Nate winced as those around turned to look at them. He could have killed Maddy for calling him a ‘bitch’ in front of all these people. But Cam was grinning and waving as he passed Nate, walking over to her.

They’d hit it off when she’d come to Cypress Valley and they’d all gone dancing. That’s when Cassie had taken the video, but Maddy had been just as mad about that as Nate had been.

 

“How are you, gorgeous?” Cam asked, giving her a hug.

 

Nate envied how easygoing his boyfriend was; nothing seemed to bother him. Nate still felt nervous, a little paranoid and out of place. He needed a drink. Luckily, Maddy was pulling Cam over to take a shot with Kat and Nate following.

 

“What are we drinking to?” Cam asked.

 

“To being sexy forever, duh,” said Maddy.

 

“Sounds like a lot of pressure,” said Cam but he was smiling.

 

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” Kat told him.

 

Nate took his shot, not waiting for the others. Cam glanced over at him and Nate could tell he knew he was anxious. 

 

He didn’t want Cam to have a bad time though, so he forced a smile and said, “You definitely don’t have anything to worry about.”

 

Neither Kat nor Maddy picked up on his uncomfortable demeanor.

 

“Ugh, you guys are so cute; I’m gonna puke,” Kat said and her and Maddy walked back towards the dance area.

 

Nate could feel how stiff his body was—he didn’t like being called cute either. At least, not here. It was strange because everyone at this party knew Nate as the aggressive, obnoxious douchebag who led girls on and screwed them over. Someone who was possessive and jealous and…abusive. And being around them all again in this environment made Nate feel like that guy again. He had to keep reminding himself that he was different now, that he had changed. That the guy Cam knew was who he really was. Nate wanted to loosen up, but he still felt like he needed to put on a facade in front of these people. They didn’t deserve to see the real him—the vulnerable Nate, the Nate who was in love.

 

“Come on,” said Cam. He grabbed two beers out of a cooler and inclined his head to the sliding door.

 

Nate followed him outside. There were people out there, but a lot less than inside. Plus, Nate could breathe out here.

 

“You okay?” Cam asked at the same time Nate said, “I’m sorry.”

 

Cam smiled. “You don’t have to be sorry,” he said. “I get how weird this is. Barely anyone from my high school knows I’m bi. The idea of going to a party with a bunch of rednecks knowing that would scare me shitless, friends or not.”

 

The thing was…most of these people were not Nate’s friends. What did he care what they thought? At the end of the day, all that mattered was Cam.

 

“Hey,” Nate said and reached out to touch Cam’s waist. Cam looked at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes. “I love you.”

 

The way Cam’s face lit up made all of it worth it. This was all Nate needed. The rest of it didn’t matter and, suddenly, he didn’t feel nervous anymore. High school was over and he’d leave East Highland soon and go back to his real life.

Nate leaned in and kissed Cam. It was short, but he hoped Cam understood how much he meant to him.

 

“Yo, yo, yo.”

 

They turned to see McKay coming over to them.

 

“Hey, man.” Nate held out his hand to shake his and give him a hug. “What’s up?”

 

“Not much,” said McKay. “Just trying to hang on to summer just a little bit before going back to that grind.”

 

“I hear that,” said Nate. “This is my boyfriend, Cam, by the way.”

 

“Hey, nice to meet you—Mckay,” he introduced himself, shaking Cam’s hand. “I heard you make this guy happy.” He pointed at Nate.

 

“News to me,” Cam joked with a grin. “He makes me happy.”

 

They chatted with McKay for awhile and it was nice—easy. The three of them talked about sports and school and what they did over the summer. Nate started to feel a little more comfortable. 

Then Jules showed up.

 

“Nate!”

 

She yelled his name, but ran to Cam. Cam grabbed her as she she jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist (maybe Nate should feel some type of way about all the girls he knew being all over his boyfriend, but whatever). If they’d been trying to lay low before, Jules pretty much ruined that. But Nate found he didn’t actually mind.

 

“Would you get off my boyfriend?” he said and Jules jumped back down.

 

She was wearing a short yellow skirt paired with a fuzzy cropped pink sweater. She wasn’t alone either. Rue sidled up after her wearing the complete antithesis of Jules outfit—jeans and a baggy black shirt with a tan button up. She was faded where Jules was bright and Nate hated to say that they fit, but they did. Even if he wasn’t in love with Jules anymore, it always made him feel weird to think of her with anyone else. Especially after how Rue had hurt her. But she seemed better now and Nate knew better than anyone how people could change.

 

“Cam, you have to meet one of my favorite people in the whole world,” Jules proclaimed. “This is Rue!”

 

“Rue,” said Cam, holding out his hand. “Think I saw you at the bar in Cypress Valley.”

 

He meant when her and Jules had come to visit Nate while he and Cam were broken up.

 

“Yeah, that was me,” said Rue, nodding. “I was the one who had to listen to him knock one out after he saw you.”

 

Nate went red immediately.

 

Jules shrieked, “Rue, we said we were never going to talk about that!”

 

Cam was laughing and Nate was eternally grateful that McKay had wandered off before she’d said that.

 

“What? I’m just trying to break the ice,” Rue told Jules.

 

“Wait, wait.” Cam grabbed Nate’s hand, pulling him to him. “You jerked off after seeing me that time?”

 

Jules was too busy reprimanding Rue to overhear Nate mumble, “Of course, I did.”

 

“You missed me that much?” Cam was loving this.

 

Nate gave him a look. “You know I did,” he said. 

 

Cam’s fingers were skirting his waist, they were closer than they had been all night. The way they were looking at each other—there was no denying what they were to each other. Or what they did with each other because Cam was looking at Nate like he was a fucking snack. And he didn’t even care.

Not at all.

 

So, Nate leaned in and whispered, “I fingered myself too.”

 

Cam’s eyes widened. “Really?”

 

Nate nodded. “I was thinking about that time you did it on the balcony,” he told him.

 

"Fuck, Nate." Cam looked like he was ready to reenact it, but Jules and Rue were coming back over. 

 

“You guys need to smoke with me real quick,” Jules said. “Because if I’m gonna hang out with people from high school, I need to be a little high.”

 

“Word,” said Rue. “I mean, I can’t smoke, but I feel that.”

 

They made their way over to a corner of the yard, where Jules produced a one-hitter and her, Cam, and Nate passed it around a few times.

When they headed back to the house, Nate felt a hundred times better. He was a little buzzed, a little stoned, with his best friend and his boyfriend. He was happy and that was really the only thing he cared about.

The four of them headed back to the house where the party was really going now. They grabbed drinks and stood in a corner of the kitchen talking. A few people Nate was friendly with in high school stopped by to say ‘hey’ and he introduced Cam as his boyfriend. The people who cared wanted to know how he was; the rest just kind of watched from a distance, but he wasn’t going to let it bother him. Not when he had the hottest guy at the party next to him. Nate leaned into the feelings, into the happiness, into Cam’s side.

 

“Nate, hey.”

 

He turned to see Cassie and her sister, Lexi. Cam looked a little uncomfortable. He and Cassie also didn’t have the best history. She’d tricked Cam into being a part of a contest her former sorority sisters put on, scratched his face when she’d found out about him and Nate, and then there was the video. They hadn’t really seen each other since then, but Cam knew that she’d apologized to Nate, that they were on better terms now.

 

“Hey, Cassie,” Nate said. “How was your summer?”

 

“Good,” she said. “A lot of therapy. Like a lot of therapy and I'm taking a break from drinking. But I feel really good now.”

 

“That’s good,” said Cam because he was always the fucking nicest. “Do any fun summer things?”

 

“Family vacation in Mexico,” said Cassie. “My mom’s got a new, young boyfriend.”

 

“Good for Suze,” said Nate.

 

“Wait,” Cam said, pointing at Lexi. “Are you the one that put on the play?”

 

Lexi looked surprised. “You heard about my play?”

 

“The one where you basically told the whole school I was gay?” said Nate. “Yeah, I told him about it.”

 

Lexi, for her part, seemed apologetic. “It was satire,” she said.

 

“Satire?” Cassie rolled her eyes.

 

“It sounded amazing,” Cam said. “I’d love to see it, if there’s a video.”

 

“Yeah, I have—” started Lexi, but Nate cut her off.

 

“Not a chance,” he said.

 

Cam just grinned.

There were more drinks after that, Nate and McKay crushed some guys from the football team at beer pong and Cam danced with Maddy. Later, as people started to leave, Nate sat on the kitchen counter, beer cans scattered across it, while Cam stood between his legs, hands on his thighs.

 

“Did you have fun?” Cam asked.

 

Nate shrugged, but also nodded. “Yeah, but only because you were here,” he said. “What about you?”

 

“I did,” said Cam. “I know you were nervous, but your friends—like your actual friends—they’re really great.”

 

Actual friends. It was funny, Nate had come to the party not thinking he had any left in East Highland, that everyone was a bunch of assholes, but, really, they weren't that bad.

 

“Did I seem super nervous all night?” Nate wanted to know.

 

Cam shook his head. “Just at the beginning,” he said. “But it’s hard to stay anxious, you have to just let it all go after awhile.”

 

Nate laughed lightly. He was right; it was exhausting to worry about what other people thought.

 

“Hey, guys!” It was Jules; her and Rue were at the door, poised to leave. “We’re going to go get food—want to come?”

 

“Nah,” said Nate. “We’re going to head back to mine.”

 

The girls left and he turned back to Cam. 

 

“Back to yours, huh?” said Cam. “And what are we going to do when we get there?”

 

He was giving Nate that look again, that finger-you-on-the-balcony look. 

 

“Whatever we want,” said Nate with a smirk and he leaned in to kiss Cam.

 

They kissed for longer than they had earlier in the night, unworried about the people still milling about the emptying party. Nate even slipped him a little tongue.  He pulled away after a moment and looked down at Cam standing there. He brushed some of his hair away from his eyes. 

 

“You’re all that matters,” said Nate. “I hope you know that.”

 

Cam smiled and leaned back up to kiss him again. Between kisses he said, “Take me home and I’ll show you just how much you matter to me.”

 

Nate hopped off of the counter and took Cam's hand as they headed towards the door together. He didn't care if anyone was watching them; he felt better than he had all day. And that was all that mattered.

Notes:

Next chapter I will post some options for two new drabbles to add to this fic! Any other prompt suggestions, comment here and I will take them into consideration 🫶🏼

Chapter 5: Anytime You Want

Summary:

Ummm…this is just pure filth—enjoy 😉

Anytime You Want

(Set after AIMTYBFY? and its epilogue)

 

CRASH! 

Nate hissed as his hip hit the hallway table hard knocking over the bowl of change that had been sitting on it. The pleasure outweighed the pain, though, as Cam pushed him up against the table kissing him hard. Their hands were everywhere—on each other’s hips, in their hair, sliding down the back of their jeans. Nate’s head hit the mirror on the wall behind him, knocking it crooked. This is what happened when they were both drunk and horny.

He and Cam had only been back together for a few weeks, but they had definitely made up for lost time. Much to Jules annoyance. She kept complaining that they were loud when they were fucking and the walls in their apartment were thin. Nate had reminded her that she wasn’t so quiet when she brought someone home. But right now, Jules wasn’t even there. 

It was a Friday night after a busy week; the three of them had gone out to a queer club. After some drinks and some dancing, however, Cam started giving Nate that look. So, he’d told Jules they were leaving. She was busy with a tall, blonde guy anyway.

And now, Cam and Nate were crashing around the apartment, trying to make their way to his bedroom. Once they did, Cam pressed Nate up against the wall, yanking his shirt over his head. Nate clawed at the back of Cam’s shirt until he let him pull it off. They were pressed together, hips rolling against one another, mouths hot.

It had been like this for the most part lately. Sure, a couple nights they’d slowed down, taken their time. They’d lit candles, gotten romantic, made love. But ever since that first time after Cam moved to New York, they’d just been desperate for each other. Maybe it was the three years of being apart, maybe it was because no one fucked him like Cam did. Whatever it was, Nate felt like he needed him all the time.

That’s why he made quick work of getting both of them out of their jeans and now Cam was nudging him back toward the bed, mouth slipping along his collarbone. But Nate had other plans. He reversed their positions, so he was pushing Cam back to the bed. Cam let him have the control—he was good like that—and sat on the bed when his thighs hit the edge of it. Nate pulled away; they were breathing hard and both their briefs were tented with their erections. He held eye contact with Cam as he backed away towards his dresser, heart beating fast. He’d been wanting to do this ever since they’d gotten back together and he couldn’t even believe he’d held out this long. 

Once he reached his dresser, he turned to open the top drawer. Cam couldn’t see what he was doing, but he knew Nate kept lube and condoms in his top drawer. Although, they’d stopped using the condoms after they’d gotten checked out. Nate always liked to do it raw with Cam.

But when Nate turned back around, he was holding the lube and his vibrator.

 

“Oh, fuck,” breathed Cam, eyes full of lust. 

 

The vibrator wasn’t anything crazy—black silicone, slightly curved, with a thick head at the end, but Nate had grown to really like it.

He headed back towards him and set the items on the bed before climbing into Cam’s lap and kissing him deeply. He grinded down against Cam and felt the front of their briefs start to get damp from precum. Cam grasped Nate’s hips tightly as he kissed him and Nate felt like there was no way his boyfriend could have had this kind of passion with anyone else he’d been with, not Noah, not that actress he had dated for a while. It felt like this magic had to only exist between them.

Cam held Nate’s waist as he rolled him over so he was on top of him, thrusting lightly against him, but Nate wanted to put on a show. So, he pushed gently at Cam’s chest and he pulled away to look down at him.

 

“I want you to watch first,” said Nate.

 

Cam was still getting used to how Nate had grown sexually since they’d first gotten together, but, the way his eyes lit up, he definitely was into it. 

Cam sat next to where Nate was laying on the bed, watching as he picked up the vibrator. Nate turned it on and it emitted a low buzz that sent a thrill through him and, he knew, through Cam too. 

Nate bit his lower lip as he slowly touched the toy to his chest. Cam watched intently as he began to drag it across his skin and around his nipple, circling it. Nate had sensitive nipples and he felt them harden in anticipation. He did the same to his other nipple before moving the vibrator right over it with a sharp intake of breath. It felt so good. He spent another minute stimulating his nipples as Cam watched before running the vibrator over his abs, down his stomach toward his briefs. He was starting to breathe hard, as he trailed it over the front of his briefs. 

Then Cam’s hand was at his wrist.

 

“Let me,” he said.

 

Nate nodded and let Cam take the vibrator. Cam looked down at it as if Nate had just handed him some sort of power and he kind of had. Cam held the toy above Nate’s briefs so it wasn’t quite touching him, but he could just feel the slight vibration. Cam trailed it slowly over his briefs still not quite touching him, but Nate’s breath was starting to pick up again.

 

Then Cam pulled his hand back and said in a low voice, “Take them off.”

 

Nate moved so fast to yank his briefs down, it was almost comical. His dick sprung up to slap his lower stomach. Cam eyed it for a second then placed the tip of the vibrator against Nate’s thigh, dragging it up slowly towards his pelvis. He ran it across to Nate’s dick and then he touched the toy to it. Nate gasped as Cam dragged it up one side and down the other.

Cam stood suddenly, taking the vibrator with him. He pulled down his own briefs, letting his cock hang heavy, a bead of precum at the tip.

 

“Raise your legs,” he told Nate.

 

In the bedroom was the only time Cam was ever bossy, but Nate loved it.

He did as he was told, planting his feet on the bed and exposing his hole. Cam looked at it hungrily for a moment before stepping forward to kneel in front of the bed. He held the buzzing vibrator up, running it along Nate’s inner thigh, making him shiver. He ran it down his taint and Nate choked on a gasp. Cam was so close to where Nate wanted him to be; he was dying. 

He heard the pop of the cap on the bottle of lube and looked up to watch Cam spreading it along the toy. Nate was panting in anticipation. Then Cam turned the vibrator off.

 

“What—” Nate started, but Cam quieted him with a look.

 

He ran the tip of the vibrator over his rim and Nate groaned, caught off guard. Even if it wasn’t on, just feeling the toy against his hole lit him up. Cam rubbed it against his rim, making Nate whine. 

 

“Do you need me to—?” Cam asked.

 

Finger him? Nate shook his head. The vibrator wasn’t that big, he could take it. He wanted it.

Cam pushed it against his hole firmly until the head of the toy popped past his rim. Nate groaned as he began fucking him with it. They’d never used a toy together before so just the newness of it excited him. But it also felt so good and the not knowing when Cam would turn the vibrator on was amazing agony.

Cam was staring at where he was pumping the toy in and out of Nate’s hole, panting. He was getting off on it just as much as Nate was.

 

Nate arched his hips as the vibrator hit his prostate. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

 

It wasn’t as easy to get it this deep when he was fucking himself with it. He also didn’t really have the patience when he was on his own. Cam had always had more self-control than Nate, knew how to draw things out, make them last.

Just then, Cam turned on the vibrator. Nate moaned loudly as the toy buzzed to life inside him. Cam stopped moving for a second to let Nate just feel. And, god, it was unreal. The ripples of pleasure tore through Nate as his hole squeezed around the vibrator. He grasped the sheets, his own hair, the sheets again. He was being shameless—loud—thrusting his hips up to get the toy deeper in him. And it wasn’t just for show; he was drowning in how unbelievable it felt. Cam was watching him writhe on the bed in awe, like he couldn’t believe he was making Nate feel this good.   Then he started fucking him with it again.

 

“God,” Nate moaned. “Fuck, Cam!”

 

Cam’s mouth hung open as he watched Nate. His hand was moving fast, pumping the toy in deeper and deeper until…

Nate let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a cry as the vibrator ran over his prostate. The thrum of the toy against that most sensitive spot was fucking ecstasy. It was a religious experience and Nate felt like he was in heaven. Cam started thrusting the vibrator against it. Nate gasped at the stimulation, so good but almost too much. Cam must have known because he pulled the vibrator out to let Nate catch his breath.

 

“God, baby, your hole,” he whispered reverently, staring at it. “You’re so open for me.”

 

Nate had only just started to breathe evenly when he felt Cam’s mouth against him and whined. Cam had dropped the humming vibrator on the bed and grasped Nate’s thighs, leaning in and running his tongue around his rim.

 

“Holy shit, Cameron,” Nate groaned, reaching down to run his hand over Cam’s buzzed hair.

 

Cam lapped at his hole, head bobbing. Then he pushed his tongue inside of it. Nate was panting again as Cam began to fuck him with his tongue, following the same path as the vibrator. God, the way Cam made him feel. Nate couldn’t take it.

 

“I need to cum,” he pleaded. “Fuck me.”

 

Cam didn’t need to be told twice. He stood and manhandled Nate onto his knees, getting on the bed behind him. Then he slid inside him. Nate felt like he could cum almost immediately, but he wanted to hold off, let Cam take pleasure from him first.

Grasping his hips, Cam started fucking into him hard. The combination of the toy, his tongue, and now his dick had Nate feeling loose and slutty—he loved that.

It was hard to believe he had used to be a macho guy, aggressive and defensive, apt to punch you if you even looked at him a little too hard. Someone who never let his guard down, never showed vulnerability. And now he was groaning and begging, pushing back as his boyfriend fucked him senseless.

 

“Yes, Cam,” he gasped. “Harder.”

 

Cam did as he was told, grunting. He pushed at Nate’s back and Nate understood, dropping down so his cheek was against the sheets, ass in the air as Cam pounded into him. 

Somewhere in the distance Nate heard the door to the apartment open and shut. Jules was home. He didn’t care though, not when Cam was goddamn gorilla fucking him.

He reached back with one hand to feel his hole as Cam slammed into it.

 

“God, babe,” he breathed. “You’re stretching me out so good.”

 

“Fuck, Nate,” Cam gasped. “You’re fucking filthy.”

 

He wondered briefly if Cam had heard the door, but then all thought left him as Cam found his prostate again. Nate gripped the sheets, groaning loudly. It was so sensitive, bordering on overstimulating as Cam hit it again and again. Nate’s hand was on himself, moving quickly. He was right on the edge. He wanted to cum so badly, but it felt just out of reach for some reason.

 

“Cameron,” he whined. 

 

It was like Cam knew exactly what he needed because he thrust a couple more times and then shuddered, cumming inside Nate. When Nate felt that he moaned and came. Something about the feeling of having Cam cum in him—claim him almost—was such a turn on. It did it for Nate every time.

They were both breathing hard as they came down from their orgasm high. Cam pulled out and Nate winced slightly at the emptiness. Then he felt Cam’s cum drip out of him and held back a gasp—god, he loved that.

Gently, he rolled onto his back and looked up at his boyfriend who stared at him like he was the best thing he’d ever seen. Then Cam leaned down to kiss him passionately.

 

“You fuck me so good,” Nate whispered against his lips.

 

“Nate,” Cam murmured. “You are unbelievable.”

 

The sound of the vibrator still buzzing on the bed made them turn to look at it. Cam picked it up and looked at Nate devilishly. There was a hitch in Nate’s breath as he watched Cam bring it down between his thighs. He ran the vibrating toy over Nate’s  sticky, sensitive rim making him groan. Cam held it up again, showing Nate the cum collected at the tip. He knew Nate’s kinks so well.

 

“God, Cameron,” he said with a moan.

 

“Aren’t you guys fucking done yet?” Jules shouted from the next room.

 

Nate had forgotten about her. 

 

Cam couldn’t help but grin. “Sorry,” he yelled back. Then he turned to look back at the vibrator, switching it off. “This thing is dangerous,” he said. “It makes me want to do so many unspeakable things to you.”

 

Nate sat up with a smirk. “Yeah?” They kissed again, deeply, but making sure not to get going again. “Anytime you want, babe.”

 

“I love you,” said Cam.

 

“I love you too,” said Nate.

 

Then they lay back together on the bed, exhausted but completely satisfied.

 

Notes:

I will add two brand new drabbles if people are interested! Comment your choice out of the following:

Nate and Cam, making love in the Redwoods
Cam and Nate, hooking up at someone's wedding
Nate and Jules, friends in New York
Nate and Olivia, friends with benefits post-Cam
Cam and Noah, boyfriends post-Nate
Nate and his ex Brandon, how they met
Nate and Cam, dirty talk
Nate and Cam, more jealous/drunk Nate
Nate and Cam, fucking in Nate's childhood bedroom

I'm open to other suggestions, but those are the ones I'm intrigued by 💕

Chapter 6: Didn't See It Coming

Summary:

Cam and Nate's meeting from a different POV

Didn’t See It Coming

(Set before to beginning of Are You Bored Yet?)

 

Cam was late.

He was supposed to meet up with his girlfriend, Heather, for a quick coffee between classes. But he’d gotten into a conversation with a classmate after his music business class that went longer than he’d thought and now, he only had twenty minutes until his next class. Plus, it was all the way across campus. He’d have to skate there to have any chance of seeing Heather.

As soon as he was outside, he threw his skateboard down and took off. Cam was thinking about all the things he had to do that week—write a lit. paper, work a double shift at Lotus Hall, at some point he needed to do laundry and he said he’d help Heather out with something for the LBGTQ+ Club. Skating through the quad, he was trying to figure out when he’d have the time to do everything. That’s when he saw him.

There, across the quad, was a guy walking slowly, staring down at his phone. He was tall, fit, with a goddamn perfect jawline. He had brown hair pushed back off his forehead and dark brows. The guy was looking at something intently on his phone, teeth biting into his lower lip and Cam couldn’t stop staring at his mouth. Then the guy looked up, not at him, just across the quad. God, he was gorgeous, one of the most beautiful people Cam had seen in real life. 

Suddenly, Cam’s skateboard hit a crack in the sidewalk. He wasn’t paying attention and felt the board tip forward. He had to hop off of it before he fell off. 

Cam steadied himself, grabbing his board and then looked back to where the guy had been walking. His back was to Cam now and he couldn’t help stare at his ass for a second. It was fucking insane how hot the guy was. Cam shook his head, trying to pull himself together. The guy had that typical “straight boy” look. Cam knew what he looked like didn’t have anything to do with his sexuality, but he had always been pretty good at reading people. The guy looked a little jocky, maybe a little douchey—someone who knew they were good looking. Someone who got a lot of girls. But maybe he didn’t, maybe Cam had him all wrong. You never truly knew who anyone was based on looks alone.

Still, he had to get a grip and get the guy out of his head so he could focus on everything he had to do. Like his girlfriend. Heather was there on the steps in front of him now, waving. He grinned and waved back.

Heather was perfect for Cam—sweet, easygoing, independent. She was open to new people and new experiences, not to mention cute as a fucking button. She was a foot shorter than Cam with red hair and a nose ring. He ran up the steps and wrapped her in a hug.

But the guy stayed on his mind and Cam couldn’t help wondering who he was. It was a week later that he found out.

He didn’t see him coming this time. Cam was helping Heather out by selling tickets to the first LGBTQ+ party of the year. It was usually a big hit. Cypress Valley was a pretty accepting and diverse school. Lots of people were buying tickets, not just queer people. It was one of the most anticipated parties of the start of the year. But Cam had already been sitting at the table for over an hour. He was bored.

 

That is until someone said, “How much are tickets?”

 

Cam looked up to see the guy from the quad—the one with the perfect jawline—standing over him. He wasn’t looking at him, too busy opening his wallet. 

Cam was a little surprised but snatched up the opportunity to talk to him.

 

“Twenty each,” he told the guy.

 

The guy looked up then, fixing his beautiful brown eyes on Cam. “Twenty each?” he repeated. “That’s fucking pricy for a party.”

 

His voice was low, a rough edge to it—sexy as hell.

Though, he had complained about the price, he was still pulling the money out of his wallet and handing it over to Cam.

 

“Agree,” he said. “But it’s all being donated.”

 

He passed the guy two tickets wondering who the other one was for—a girlfriend, boyfriend? Maybe he was gay.

 

“Thanks,” the guy said. “Um, what did I just buy tickets for?”

 

Okay…so maybe not gay.

Cam cracked a smile. What was this guy doing buying tickets to a party he didn’t even know anything about?

The guy looked up at him again and it felt like he was maybe noticing Cam for the first time, like really noticing him. God, he was handsome.

 

“You don’t know what you just bought tickets for?” Cam asked.

 

“My girlfriend told me to buy them,” the guy explained. “I don’t know who’s throwing the party. I assumed it had something to do with the sorority she wants to get into, but you don’t look like you’re in a sorority.”

 

Cam laughed; he even had a sense of humor. Was he perfect?

 

“No, but not for lack of trying,” he joked, wanting to make the mystery guy laugh too. “It’s a party hosted by the LGBTQ+ Club. It’s pricy, but there’s free beer and all the money is getting donated to the Trevor Project.”

 

The guy looked at him, studying him. Cam knew he was trying to figure him out. He was well aware he didn’t come across queer. People were always surprised when he told them he was bisexual. He had a weird vibe people couldn’t put their finger on—not feminine, but not really masculine. An in between, maybe. Whatever it was, Cam knew people were attracted to it, to him. He was friendly, flirty, easy to talk to. He’d never really had a problem making friends or friends with benefits.

 

“You in the club?” the guy asked.

 

Cam grinned; he was trying to sus him out.  He liked that.

 

“Nah,” he said. “I mean, I meet all the requirements, but I’m not much of a joiner. My girlfriend is the Vice President; she asked me to help out.” The guy looked confused, so Cam clarified, “We’re both bi.”

 

The guy got it then. “Right, cool,” he said, nodding like he was trying to pretend he hadn’t been trying to figure Cam out.

 

Cam couldn’t help giving him a flirty smile. “It’s not just going to be Club people though,” he told him. “Honestly, these parties are always a little wild.” 

 

He wondered what the guy was like at a party. He seemed a little uptight; Cam wanted to know what he was like when he had loosened up.

 

“Hey,” the guy said. “Anything is better than another sorority party.”

 

“I believe it,” Cam said, then held out his hand to him. “I’m Cameron, by the way—Cam.”

 

“Nate.”

 

Nate—a quintessential hot boy name. 

They shook hands and maybe Cam was overthinking it, but he couldn’t help feel like there was a spark there—chemistry. Maybe it wasn’t romantic or anything, but he felt like there was interest there. There certainly was on his end.

He wanted to know Nate, find out who he was.

 

“Nice to meet you, Nate,” he said. “See you at the party, maybe.”

 

“Yeah,” said Nate, pulling his hand away. “See you there.”

 

He turned and started to walk away. Cam watched him go. Then Nate turned around and caught him looking. Cam didn’t really mind; it’s not like he had anything to lose. But Nate turned away again and hurried out of the room. 

There was something there—Cam didn’t know what it was, but it was definitely something. All he knew, was that he couldn’t fucking wait to see Nate again.

Cam was antsy for days before the party. It’s not even like he thought something would happen with Nate—he just wanted to see him, maybe get to talk to him.

He and Heather got to the party early to help set up. Cam knew everyone in the club and it was easy to move from group to group, chatting. He was somewhat of a social butterfly. Heather was too. She and Cam were both pretty independent, that was integral to their relationship. They weren’t possessive, didn’t get jealous. They let each other do their own thing. Which is why Cam hadn’t seen her for most of the party. 

He was wandering around with a solo cup of beer when he saw Nate. He was staring at his phone like the first time Cam had seen him, looking kind of bored. Cam wondered where Nate’s girlfriend was, if he’d even come with her. He watched him for a second; Nate looked like he’d meticulously gotten ready for the party—hair carefully styled, t-shirt fitted so Cam could see he clearly worked out. Damn, he was hot.

 

“Nate,” Cam said, getting his attention.

 

Cam couldn’t help notice that Nate’s eyes seemed to light up when he turned to see him. “Hey.”

 

Cam grinned. “You bored yet?” he asked.

 

“No,” Nate said. “But I’ve only been here five minutes.”

 

“Right, give it time,” Cam joked.

 

He suggested a beer to ease the pain and they walked over to the keg, where he started pouring Nate one. They made small talk about majors and sports—he could have pegged Nate for a football guy. Cam liked talking with him—it felt easy and he was dying to know more about him. Making Nate laugh was the best thing ever and Cam noticed, when he smiled, he had a tiny gap in his front teeth. 

There was potential here—to be friends at the very least. Cam didn’t think Nate was attracted to men, but there was something between them; he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Just then, Cam felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find Heather. “Hey, you,” he said. 

 

On the one hand, he was glad to see her; he hadn’t seen her all night. On the other, he was bummed his conversation with Nate was going to get cut short.

He introduced them and then Nate said he had to go find his girlfriend. So, they had come together. Cam felt the smallest tinge of jealousy, even though he didn’t get jealous.

 

“Yeah, have fun,” he told him.

 

He turned back to Heather as Nate started walking away. Cam didn’t need to be jealous, not when Nate wasn’t even his. Not when he already had someone amazing in front of him.

 

“Missed you,” he told Heather, backing her up to the fence.

 

“Missed you,” she responded, throwing her arms around his waist because she was too short to reach his neck.

 

He bent down and started kissing her playfully, covering her forehead and cheeks with kisses as she laughed. He dropped kisses along her neck and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nate turn back to look at him. It sent a thrill through Cam.

After that, Cam looked for Nate wherever he went on campus. He knew he shouldn’t. After all, Nate was a seemingly straight guy with a girlfriend. Sure, they could be friends and Cam could definitely be just friends with someone he was attracted to; he’d done it before. But something with Nate felt different. Cam didn’t want to just be friends with him. He’d take what he could get, of course, but he couldn’t deny that Nate was on his mind in a more than friendly way. 

At night, Cam couldn’t help thinking about him as he was trying to fall asleep. Picture Nate’s smile, his jawline, his shoulders. Cam tried not to imagine what his body might look like; he didn’t want to be creepy about a friend. But they weren’t really friends, not yet. He was well aware that was just an excuse. Still, Nate stayed on his mind.

The next time he saw him was in the quad again. Nate was walking through it a ways away, but Cam had his skateboard. Maybe he should have felt a little guilty about how fast he skated over to him, but he didn’t.

 

“Hey, Nate!”

 

It was worth it to see him smile as Cam approached.

A little small talk about the party but what Cam really wanted to do was figure out when he could see Nate next, but he couldn’t think of a clever way to bring that up. Fuck it, he’d just say it.

 

“We should hang,” he said. “What are you up to this week?”

 

It was perfect—Nate had tickets to the Hawks opener and Cam loved basketball. It felt like fate. They made plans to meet up at the stadium and Cam skated away with excitement coursing through him. Not only was he going to see Nate again, it would be in a more one on one setting. Maybe he’d really be able to get to know him then.

They met up in front of the Hawks stadium around seven and found their seats inside. It was nice sitting so close to Nate and Cam couldn’t help notice how good he smelled—like the kind of cologne guys who knew they were hot wore. He was excited about the game, but, even more so, to get to know Nate. Cam was just itching to ask him about himself.

 

“So, are you from around Cypress Valley?” Cam asked.

 

They made some small talk. Cam learned where Nate grew up and why he’d chosen to come to Cypress Valley. Only, he hadn’t really chosen; he’d gotten rejected from all his first-choice schools. Cam knew there was a story there, but he didn’t ask. He just said something about fate, which he’d meant lightheartedly but it looked like it made Nate uncomfortable. He was slightly relieved when the game started.

He and Nate were both into the game, cheering for the Hawks and complaining about the opposing team; it was fun, easy. 

It was mid game that their conversation turned a little deeper.

Nate asked Cam when the last time was that he went home to Mississippi.

Cam couldn’t help wincing; it was a tough subject for him, not one he talked about with just anyone. But something told him he could trust Nate.

So, he opened up, telling him how he wasn’t really close with his dad or brother, how they didn’t even know he was bisexual. Nate listened, face sincere. He seemed truly interested in Cam. And even though he’d planned on asking the questions, it was Nate who kept the conversation on Cam. He asked him when he’d known he was bi and about his time in LA. It only made Cam like him more. Nate seemed like the kind of guy who had a hard exterior, but he was really empathetic and curious, a good listener. Cam didn’t want the night to end. So, he was so happy when, after the game was over, Nate asked if he wanted to do something else.

Cam suggested a dive bar close by and they started to head that way. That’s when Nate told him he was only nineteen, two years younger than Cam. He seemed older, mature. Cam told him his age wouldn’t matter at this bar.

And it didn’t. He liked this bar because no one gave a shit there and he could smoke inside. Plus, the beers were cheap. He laughed when Nate asked if it was a gay bar. He knew he wasn’t asking in a homophobic way, just naive. It was cute.

Pretty quickly, they started talking about their girlfriends. Cam hadn’t met Cassie at the party. He wondered what she was like—blonde, if he had to guess. Probably gorgeous. Nate could get any girl he wanted. But from the way he was talking, things with Cassie were a little off. His interest when Cam told him about his and Heather’s open relationship made Cam feel like there were depths to Nate that he hadn’t even thought of exploring. He had a lot of questions about how the open relationship worked—the rules, how many people he was seeing. He was curious about what genders Cam was more into, so he was honest, saying he’d never been in a relationship with a guy, but that he was more attracted to hooking up with them. He didn’t mind the questions, but he felt like the conversation was veering away from Nate. So, he turned the question back on him, asking if he’d ever kissed someone not of the opposite gender. Nate’s answer surprised him.

While, the answer was no, he told Cam about a trans girl from his high school who he’d had feelings for and who he’d kissed once. He said that it was an emotional connection, but he’d also been sexually attracted to her. It was more honest than Cam had expected him to be. It was sexy, his openness.

 

“Sometimes emotional connections are more intense than sex,” he told Nate. “The most charged moments I’ve ever had have been with my clothes on.”

 

They were looking at each other and, the moment they were having, it was just what he was talking about—charged. And that feeling in the back of his mind, that maybe there was something here, Cam couldn’t ignore it.

They didn’t really see each other over the next couple days, just casual texts every once and awhile. But the way Cam felt whenever he saw a notification from Nate, it was confusing. He was so invested in this guy already and, yet, he barely knew him. Plus, Nate had a girlfriend. He wasn’t interested in Cam; they were just friends…kind of. Cam wanted to make sure they stayed friends, though. So, when he heard about a chill party, he texted Nate and asked if he wanted to go. He debated his follow up text a little, but, eventually, he also told Nate that Cassie could come, but Heather wasn’t. He was relieved when Nate said he’d come alone. Selfishly, Cam wanted him all to himself.

He got to the party first, made his rounds inside. There was a rumor someone had gotten an advanced copy of Dark Spirit 5. At least if Nate didn’t show, there would be something else for Cam to look forward to. But he did show, albeit looking a little underwhelmed. This probably wasn’t the kind of party he was used to.

 

“Hey,” he said, clapping Nate on the shoulder. “You made it!”

 

“Yeah,” said Nate, sounding a little wary.

 

Cam felt like he might need a drink. He led him to the kitchen, told him he could make anything, hoped he wouldn’t be eating his words if Nate asked for something too crazy. But all he wanted was a Rusty Nail—scotch on scotch, basically. It surprised Cam a little, it seemed like the drink choice of someone older, experienced. Luckily, he had everything he needed to make one.

 

“Um, are there girls at this party?” Nate asked while he was putting the drink together.

 

Maybe a party was more fun with hot girls to look at or maybe Nate had thought he might go home with one. Cam didn’t know, but he felt like the girls at this party weren’t Nate’s type.

 

Still, he said, “Girls? For sure. Hey, Monica!”

 

He waved at a girl walking through the kitchen. Monica was a regular on the gaming scene. Cam was pretty sure she was interested in his roommate, Dre. Not exactly the kind of girl he imagined Nate with.

 

“Rusty Nail,” said Cam as he finished making the drink and set it in front of Nate. “Enjoy!”

 

“Fuck it,” Nate mumbled and took a sip.

 

Cam was thrilled to see he looked impressed.

They hung out a little over the next couple hours, but Cam noticed that Nate was more independent and easygoing than he’d thought. He was able to go off on his own, talk to people, have a good time without Cam. He liked that about Nate. But he still wanted some time with him. So, eventually, he found him and asked if he wanted to smoke.

When they found their selves on a couch together later, they were pretty high. Cam got chatty when he was stoned, but Nate looked like everything was moving in slow motion. Cam carried the conversation, talking about the spectrum of sexuality and how it was all about what made you feel good. Then Nate asked when he realized he first wanted to have sex with a guy. Cam’s brain was firing on all cylinders, so he had an answer ready—Matt Brendan. He babbled on about him, about the first time he got sucked off by a guy, how hot it was.

 

“Something different felt good,” he was saying, but then he started to notice a weird, nervous look on Nate’s face and watched as he stood up suddenly. “Hey, you okay?”

 

Nate said something about needing another drink and walked off.

Fuck—maybe Cam had said too much. Maybe he’d made him uncomfortable, maybe he’d ruined this. Damnit, he was probably too high. He needed to relax. He needed a cigarette.

Cam headed out to the living room. A group was huddled around the TV. The rumors were true, they were playing Dark Spirit 5. Cam almost stopped to watch, but he still felt edgy. He slipped out a side door to the backyard where he lit up. He wandered over to the side of the house, trying not to think about how he’d embarrassed himself in front of Nate. He wondered what he thought of him now. Maybe Cam needed to ask himself why he was so worried about what Nate thought of him. Why was he so desperate to have Nate like him? It’s not like anything was going to happen between them.

Someone standing partway in the sliding door of the kitchen caught his eye—Nate, of course. Cam could still fix it, make things light and easy again.

 

“Nate,” he called out to him.

 

Nate still looked weird as he turned toward him and stepped out into the yard, but Cam was determined to make sure he was having a good time.

 

“Did you see they were playing Dark Spirit 5,” he said, making sure to smile.

 

But Nate just started walking towards him. Something had shifted, something had changed. The way he was looking at Cam—he knew that look, that feeling. It was the one he’d been trying so hard not to allow himself to feel. The one where he gave in to attraction and just simply wanted.

Cam stopped smiling and straightened up as the want coursed through him. He watched as Nate came closer. 

He could stop this from happening, stop them from starting something that had the potential to be dangerous for both of them. But Cam didn’t want to.

Instead, he tossed his cigarette away and reached out to grasp the sides of Nate’s sweatshirt, pulling him forward the last few inches.

Cam wasn’t an overly romantic guy, but god, that first touch of Nate’s lips on his went through him like lightning. Nate’s mouth had been open, maybe in surprise, maybe in expectation. But Cam took advantage of it, slipping his tongue in just the tiniest bit, testing the waters. Nate responded enthusiastically with his own tongue. His hands were in Cam’s hair, his hips rolling ever so slightly against his. This wasn’t just an accident—Nate wanted this.

Cam still had his hands on his waist and he turned Nate, backing him against the wall of the house.

 

Nate must have liked that because he muttered, “Fuck.”

 

Cam pressed himself against him, felt himself getting hard. Nate gasped and it only turned Cam on more. All the vague lusting he’d been doing after him was now clear and prominent and powerful. It felt so right—Nate running his fingers through Cam’s hair, the feeling of his chest against his, and Cam didn’t think he was imagining that Nate was getting hard too. 

He skimmed his fingers under Nate’s sweatshirt, touching his bare skin. There was a slight hitch in Nate’s breath; he wanted this, wanted more. Then, suddenly, it was over.

A shout from someone inside broke through the moment and Nate was pulling away. He looked horrified, panicked.

 

Cam’s first instinct was to make sure he was okay. “Nate,” he said.

 

But Nate was backing away from him. “I have to go.”

 

It hurt to know his first impulse was shame or fear or whatever, but what had Cam expected?

Nate turned and started heading back to the house.

 

Cam tried one more time. “Nate!”

 

But he was gone and now Cam was panicking. If he hadn’t ruined it before, he had now. He’d pushed him too far.

Still, the kiss had been beyond amazing, everything Cam had thought it would be and more. Even if he tried to forget it had happened, he didn’t think he could. He couldn’t forget anything about Nate.

 

Cam hadn’t even seen him coming, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

 

Notes:

This one was so fun to write! I could write the whole story from Cam's perspective, hope you like it!

Chapter 7: A Little Closer

Summary:

Nate loved to win

A Little Closer

(Set after Are You Bored Yet?)

 

Nate was breathing hard, adrenaline was pumping through him and the clock was winding down. It was a tie game and all the needed was one more goal to win. They were close—so close. Just a little closer.

The opposing striker was coming toward Nate. At the last moment, he flung his leg out, kicking the ball away from him and down midfield. He kicked it hard to Colby who caught it on his knee, transferring it to his foot and kicked it to Devyn who was right next to the net. Devyn started to go right; the opposing goalie followed his movement. Then, at the last second, Devyn kicked left and into the goal just as the clock stopped—the Coyotes had won!

The crowd roared and the team started jumping on each other.

 

“Good hustle, boys, good hustle,” yelled Coach Wright from the sidelines, clapping.

 

Nate grinned, running towards the rest of the team to celebrate their win. He had been wary about joining the team at the beginning of his sophomore year, nervous that being in a more masculine environment would bring out his overly aggressive side. Or that he might get insecure about who he was and what he liked. But the team was great—open, diverse. They knew he was bi and had a boyfriend. Nate wasn’t even the only queer person on the team. He felt accepted and included. Never once did he feel like he had to hide anything. They were a team.

The crowd was on their feet, cheering, and Nate knew Cam was somewhere in their midst. But he also knew he’d be seeing him soon. So, he headed to the locker room with the rest of the guys. 

The spent some time hyping each other up and Nate still felt jacked, body coursing with adrenaline. He’d been pivotal in their win and everyone was thumping him on the back and saying ‘way to go’. It felt amazing.

 

“Nate,” said Devyn when he was showered, changed, and sitting on the bench, pulling on his shoes. “Good game!”

 

“You too,” Nate told him. After all, Devyn had scored the winning goal.

 

“That pass you made to Colby,” said Devyn. “That was so good. I know this is kind of your first time on a soccer team, but you’re killing it, man.”

 

“Thanks,” he said. That meant a lot to Nate. It fueled him.

 

“You coming out with us?” Devyn asked.

 

He meant to the bars to celebrate their win. But Nate still had adrenaline coursing through him and he was more interested in a different way of celebrating.

 

“Another time,” he told Devyn.

 

Then Nate was hurrying out to his truck. The stands were mostly empty now, but he knew Cam was waiting for him at home.

He let the energy from his win carry him home and up the stairs into his apartment.

 

“Congratulations, baby.”

 

Cam was waiting for him with a Rusty Nail in hand, but Nate couldn’t have cared less about think drink. All he wanted was Cam.

He dropped his duffle and headed straight for him. Cam smirked like he’d known it was coming. He let Nate cage him in against the counter, pressing his lips to his neck. Cam must have put the drink down because then his hands were on Nate’s back, running up the inside of his shirt.

 

“You’re so sexy out there,” he murmured into Nate’s ear. “How controlled you are, how confident.”

 

That’s how Nate had always been with sports—confident and controlled. It was only since meeting Cam that Nate had started to find the desire for vulnerability. He liked relinquishing control to Cam, letting him take the lead. But every now and then…

Nate rolled his hips against Cam’s, teeth scraping against his neck. Cam ran a hand up into his hair, tugging slightly at it as he responded to Nate’s movements.

Something that Nate liked about being with a man is that they were so evenly matched. Cam was a little taller, Nate had more muscle. They both were just the right amount of aggressive; their push and pull was almost perfect. And their roles in the bedroom were easily interchangeable. It was true, Nate preferred to bottom, let Cam take care of him. But there were times where he had all this aggression and the best way to get it out was in the bedroom. Plus, Cam was so hot when he was bottoming.

Nate was inching Cam’s shirt up, mouth sliding along his jaw. Cam’s eyes were closed, mouth open as he panted under Nate’s intimate attention. Nate loved to see him like this—open, ready for whatever Nate might do to him. He studied Cam’s expression as he snaked his tongue along his throat and kissed the corner of his mouth. Then he bit down on Cam’s lower lip, pulling it slightly. Cam gasped, brows drawing together. 

 

“Fuck, Nate,” he breathed. “Kiss me.”

 

Nate did, sliding his tongue into Cam’s mouth from the start. The kiss was open-mouthed, pushy. Nate still had Cam caged against the counter, fingers tugging at the belt loops of his jeans. Cam was pushing up his shirt and, all of a sudden, Nate needed  skin on skin.

He pulled away to yank his shirt over his head and Cam did the same. Then they were pressing their bare chests together, kissing again. Nate pulled on Cam’s waistband and started walking backwards in the direction of their bedroom, Cam moving with him.

Nate dragged him into their room by the front of his pants, popping the button open as he did. Cam moaned into his mouth.

They were pretty good at wordlessly communicating about what they wanted. Usually Cam topped, but he’d always been able to pick up what Nate was putting down.

 

So, when Nate slipped his hand inside Cam’s jeans to stroke him, he wasn’t surprised when Cam muttered, “You gonna fuck me?”

 

Desire shot through Nate. “Yeah,” he said and slid to his knees in front of him. He looked up at Cam through his lashes. “You want that?”

 

Cam took a shaky breath, eyes on Nate. “I want that,” he said.

 

“I want you ,” Nate murmured. 

 

He pulled Cam’s jeans down his thighs. He wasn’t wearing underwear so his dick was there—ready, hard. Nate leaned in and ran his tongue down it, listening for the hitch in Cam’s breath. He looked up at him as he took the tip into his mouth.

Nate knew it drove Cam crazy when he acted all innocent when he was doing something very dirty. So, he gave him the doe eyes as he started deep throating. Cam’s mouth fell open as Nate played up the sloppiness, got his dick really wet, used his tongue. Cam gripped the dresser beside them, panting, biting his lip, watching him. Nate sucked him off until he knew his lips were starting to get puffy and swollen. That’s when Nate ran his finger underneath Cam, trailing it up his perineum to his hole.

He heard a pop and looked up to see Cam holding the open bottle of lube that had been on the dresser. He poured some into his hands and reached back to touch himself, coating Nate’s fingers too. Nate made a noise and began to rub the pad of his finger against Cam’s rim. He pushed it inside and heard Cam’s intake of breath. He was tight; he usually was because he didn’t bottom as often. Nate inched it in and out a few times as he continued to suck him off. He added a second finger and the slide got easier as he pumped them in him. Cam was breathing harder too, gasping softly, hand coming down to curl in Nate’s hair.

 

“Baby,” he whispered. “I’m ready.”

 

Nate didn’t need to be told twice. He was getting to his feet and jerking down his jeans and underwear in one. Cam turned and braced his hands against the dresser. Nate was behind him, lining himself up. He ran his dick between Cam’s cheeks a couple times then pushed into him.

Cam groaned and Nate waited a moment for him to adjust. 

Nate couldn’t help admiring Cam’s body from this angle—his broad back, slender hips, toned ass. He ran a hand up his spine to grasp Cam’s shoulder. He gripped his hip in his other hand and then he started to thrust into him.

 

Cam moaned loudly. “Fuck, baby,” he said, breathless. “Your dick feels so good.”

 

That was another thing Nate loved about fucking Cam. He was always so vocal about how he felt. Full of praise for Nate’s body and what he did with it. It spurred Nate on, made him want to go harder, so he did.

Cam was groaning and grasping the dresser, arching back. The dresser rattled against the wall, a bottle of cologne on it falling over as Nate pounded into Cam.

 

“God, Nate,” he said shakily. “Yeah, like that.”

 

Nate was panting, hips moving rapidly. He pressed up close behind Cam, pinning him against the dresser and pushing into him in quick shallow thrusts. He wrapped an arm around Cam’s chest, holding him close. Nate loved when they fucked close like this, bodies flush together. Cam was moving back against him, letting his head fall back against Nate’s shoulder.

 

“Fuck, Cameron,” Nate mouthed hotly against his neck, running a hand up his chest and ghosting it over his nipples.

 

“Wait, wait,” Cam said on a gasp. 

 

Nate stilled his hips, though he couldn’t stop himself entirely.

 

“I want to see your face,” Cam told him. 

 

Nate nodded against his skin, but thrust a couple more times before pulling out completely.

He got on the bed, leaning against the headboard and ran his hand over his cock a couple times, watching Cam follow. Nate knew Cam liked to ride him. Maybe it was a control thing or maybe he just needed to see Nate fall apart.

The first thing Cam did after he climbed on the bed was to lean down and run his tongue up and down Nate’s cock. Nate hissed, watching as Cam licked down to his balls, taking them into his mouth and sucking.

 

“Fuuuckkk,” he said with a slight shiver.

 

Cam took his dick all the way to the back of his throat, bobbing up and down as he swallowed. Nate groaned; the way Cam sucked dick was almost sinful. Cam pulled away slightly and spit on it, letting his saliva drip down it before wrapping his palm around it and slicking it up.

 

“Dirty boy,” Nate muttered, running his fingers through Cam’s hair.

 

“You want dirty?” Cam asked and Nate nodded.

 

Cam straddled his hips, positioning himself and sank down on Nate’s cock. Nate’s mouth fell open as Cam inched fully down until he was sitting in Nate’s lap.

 

“You’re so big, baby,” Cam told him. “Feel so full.”

 

Nate tested moving his hips and they both groaned. Cam grasped the headboard behind him and lifted his hips a little before pushing them back down. He started going faster, building a rhythm, bouncing on Nate’s dick.

 

“You like riding my big cock?” Nate asked.

 

“Yes,” Cam breathed. “Love feeling it inside me. Right here.”

 

He touched his stomach under his belly button and Nate felt all hot.

 

“You feel me there?” he wanted to know.

 

Cam nodded. “Feel you so deep,” he murmured. “I like when you come so far inside me, so I can feel all of you in me.”

 

“Fuck.” 

 

Nate tried to sit up, to be closer to Cam. But Cam had his hands on his chest now, pressing him back as he thrust down on him harder, thighs working as he rode him up and down.

Nate loved the way Cam’s body moved in this position, arching and straining—so sexy.

 

“You gonna come in me?” asked Cam.

 

He was playing into Nate’s adrenaline, his thrill of victory. Cam was making him feel powerful—he loved it.

 

“Yes,” Nate answered with a slight growl. “Gonna paint your insides with my cum.”

 

“Fuck,” groaned Cam, his hips moving faster and faster as he fucked himself down on Nate over and over again.

 

His hand was on himself, squeezing, leaving Nate to launch himself forward. He grasped Cam, pushing him onto his back and started pounding into him relentlessly.

 

“Goddamnit, Nate,” Cam panted, arching up into him, giving as good as he got.

Nate was close—so close.

Just a little closer.

 

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned Cam about a second before it happened.

 

Then he was shaking and moaning, thrusting his way through it as he came deep inside of Cam.

 

“Yeah, fuck me,” his boyfriend moaned, jerking his own cock until Nate felt the hot mess against his stomach.

 

Their hips slowed as their breathing returned to normal. 

Nate pulled out slowly, feeling his cum slip out with him. 

 

“I made a mess of you,” he told Cam who grinned.

 

“Good,” he said. “I like when you do.”

 

He reached down to touch it, sliding two finger across his hole to scoop the cum up and held it out to Nate who groaned, leaning forward to suck it off his fingertips.

 

“See,” said Cam. “Dirty.”

 

“Filthy,” agreed Nate. He collapsed next to him on the bed. “God, I love winning.”

 

“Of course,” said Cam. “You get rewarded so well.”

 

“So well,” said Nate. “So dirty.”

 

He kissed Cam messily, sleepily. He was exhausted and so close to sleep. Just a little closer.

It didn’t take long until he was breathing softly, wrapped in Cam’s arms.

Notes:

Things have been hectic, but I'll be hopefully posting one of the new, requested drabbles next time!

Chapter 8: Smoke and Mirrors

Summary:

How Nate met Brandon

Nate was fairly sure this was a one-off…well, a two-off. But he didn’t see whatever this was extending past the night, so being a little bad, a little shameless, seemed in order.

Smoke and Mirrors

 

 (Set between AIMTYBFY? and its epilogue)

 

Nate hadn’t expected to like New York so much. He definitely hadn’t expected to fit in.

It was a little like when he’d first come out. People had looked at him as the hot, arrogant jock. But when they found out he was bisexual they saw him differently. They opened up their view and realized that there were distinct layers to him. He could be into sports and also into dick. Nate contained multitudes.

He’d thought that New York would be too quirky for him. It was a city full of artists and weirdos and people like Jules. But he was pleasantly surprised. It turned out there was a place for a queer jock in Brooklyn. 

Nate had moved there to work at Final Score Media, a sports journalism startup, and no one batted an eye when he referred to his ex-boyfriend. No one at work cared who he slept with as long as he knew his shit about soccer statistics and football drafts. Which he did.

Yeah, his new arty friends weren’t overly interested in talking about sports but they humored him, tagging along to Yankees and Rangers games on the company’s dime. In fact, his queer friends loved having a jock in their midst and, he had to admit, it had gotten him laid a fair few times. Twinks loved a macho top and gym rats wanted an aggressive power bottom, roles that Nate was only too happy to fill.

But he was getting a little bored with his playboy lifestyle. Hooking up was easy for him, being committed was more of a challenge but with a much better payoff. Nate hadn’t been in a serious relationship since Cam. He’d spent his last year at Cypress Valley sleeping around, exploring his sexuality, figuring out what he liked and creating boundaries. It had been shockingly healthy, but he missed monogamy. He missed having someone to come home to. Well, someone besides Jules.

When he’d gotten the job in New York he’d told her right away, hoping she’d help him find a studio apartment somewhere close by. But Jules had taken his accommodations into her own hands and, before Nate knew what was happening, he was moving into her cramped two-bedroom in Williamsburg. It wasn’t bad—she was his best friend and it was nice to have her there to hang out with, introduce him to the city, or to talk him down when he was spinning out. But they were very different people. Jules was messy, her makeup was scattered everywhere in the bathroom, her clothes tossed here and there, half-finished art projects cluttered the kitchen counter. Nate liked things neat, orderly, organized. The last person he’d lived with—Cam—hadn’t been as fastidious as Nate, but he’d learned. Jules didn’t give a fuck. She also brought people back to the apartment for sex without checking in with Nate. She wasn’t quiet either. Nate had needed to invest in noise-canceling headphones STAT. He’d brought a couple people home too but always made sure Jules wasn’t there. Even with his newfound kinks, he didn’t want an audience.

Nate was in New York for about a year before something serious came along.

He didn’t do a lot of interviews at Final Score; he was a copywriter and mostly focused on marketing. But the guy who was supposed to interview the new Brooklyn Cyclones pitcher was out sick so they called Nate in. He wasn’t thrilled; he’d had plans to go to a gallery opening with Jules and, while that wasn’t his favorite activity, he didn’t want to spend his Friday night working. That is, until he saw Brandon.

Brandon Phillips, a marvel in minor league baseball—he was tall, easily 6 foot 7, and incredibly fit with broad shoulders and chest, muscled arms, and a jawline that Nate had to assume was chiseled under his carefully groomed facial hair. He was gorgeous. 

Nate sat up a little straighter as Brandon walked toward the table in the restaurant where they were meeting. He gave Nate a smile and a friendly wave, like the fucking sweet, cornfed midwestern boy all the other press described him as. They had dinner, a couple drinks each, and Brandon answered all of the pre-written questions Nate had for him.

Nate learned Brandon was from Wisconsin, in his late twenties, and was getting eyed at by some major league teams. He was very nice, fucking dreamy to look at, but there wasn’t an ounce of flirting between them. Nate knew better then to try it on with a straight guy, but he also knew he came off incredibly heterosexual himself. That’s why, as the waitress came by and asked if anyone wanted dessert, Nate let out a subtle hint toward his own preferences.

 

“None for me,” he told her. “I’m trying to score a date with my trainer and he’s a big proponent in saying no to temptation.”

 

The waitress laughed but the change in Brandon’s demeanor was swift. His grin dropped and his jaw tightened. Nate was immediately worried he’d said too much. Maybe Brandon was the kind of straight guy who felt threatened by queers. Maybe he was the gay-bashing kind. 

 

But then he said, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Besides, giving into temptation feels so good in the moment.”

 

And the look he gave Nate then sent a bolt of electricity through him.

That’s how they ended up sharing a slice of the most sinful chocolate-covered cheesecake. 

They didn’t say anything after that but couldn’t stop staring at one another. Brandon raked his gaze over Nate as if he’d finally been given permission to really look at him. To undress him with his eyes. Nate reciprocated, watching Brandon’s every movement. And when the cheesecake came, he leaned into the indulgence, not bothering to use his own fork, but taking Brandon’s out of his hand to plunge it into the soft spongey cake before taking a bite and licking the fork clean, Brandon fixating on his mouth in awe.

When they’d finished and Nate had paid the bill with his company credit card, Brandon asked if Nate drove. But he’d long sold his truck, preferring to use the New York subway system. 

 

“I can give you a ride,” said Brandon. “But I’m parked a little far—I was worried about getting a ticket.”

 

Nate followed him out of the restaurant and they walked in silence through the crowded streets until they were in a dimly lit corner of a lot where one lone car was parked. Where one lone Ferrari was parked.

 

“Okay, it wasn’t about a ticket,” confessed Brandon. “I just didn’t want anyone parking next to me and scraping my baby up.”

 

“Your baby?” Nate echoed with a smirk.

 

But he had to admit it was hot. A hot car, a hot guy, no one around…

 

“So, you want a ride?” asked Brandon.

 

Nate bit his lip, eyes drifting down to the front of Brandon’s pants. “I’d love a ride,” he said suggestively.

 

It was too forward. Nate was a little drunk. He was going to get fired.

But before he could apologize, Brandon was stepping toward him, backing him up against the shiny, black Ferrari.

He glanced across the empty parking lot once before turning back to Nate and leaning in to kiss him.

Ever since dessert, Nate had been on edge so, as soon as Brandon’s lips touched his, he was ready to go, slipping him some tongue right of the bat. Brandon reciprocated, hands grasping Nate’s waist. Nate’s were in his hair, messing up the carefully styled coif. Brandon pressed against him, pushing his groin into Nate’s and, fuck, Nate could tell he was huge. What else would he expect from a guy Brandon’s size? Nate liked that he was taller than him, not a lot of guys he’d been with were. Cam had been only slightly taller, but Brandon had at least two inches on him. Nate wanted to climb him like a fucking tree. But he settled for straddling him in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

Brandon leaned his seat back to give them more room as they made out. It was aggressive, all tongues and teeth, hands everywhere, Brandon surging up where Nate was thrusting down against the hardening bulge in Brandon’s pants.

Nate made quick work of his zipper and, tugging his briefs down, pulled Brandon’s dick out. The bulge hadn’t lied, he was well endowed. Nate hadn’t bottomed in a while, but, seeing Brandon’s cock, he was desperate to have it inside him.

 

“You have a condom?” he murmured against his lips.

 

Brandon pulled away. “Uh, actually I don’t,” he said.

 

“Seriously?” Nate couldn’t believe it. “I’m not letting you fuck me raw.”

 

Brandon’s eyes widened like the thought had never even crossed his mind. He was a good, midwestern boy after all.

 

“God, you’re dirty,” he whispered in awe.

 

“You really don’t have one?” Nate asked.

 

“I don’t really hook up with randoms,” admitted Brandon. “And I definitely didn’t expect my interviewer to be so…” He kissed Nate’s neck. “Fucking…” Nate bit his lip as he felt Brandon’s teeth scrape against his skin. “Sexy.”

 

Then they were kissing again, mouths hot against one another’s despite the impending lack of sex.

 

“I can’t believe you don’t have a box of condoms at the ready,” Nate said as Brandon’s tongue found its way along his collarbone. “You’re a professional athlete with a fucking Ferrari.”

 

“Smoke and mirrors, baby,” Brandon murmured, lips against his neck.

 

No one had called Nate ‘baby’ since Cam. He hadn’t let anyone, but, for some reason, when Brandon said it, it got Nate all hot.

Well, maybe they couldn’t fuck, but Nate wasn’t letting this discrete moment go to waste.

He slid off Brandon’s lap until he was kneeling in front of him; thank god for the car’s roomy interior. And for the tinted windows. Because Nate leaned in and took Brandon’s dick into his mouth.

Brandon groaned, eyes closing and head thumping back against the leather seat. Nate’s lips wrapped around his cock obscenely as he bobbed his head, taking as much of him as he could manage without gagging. Brandon’s hand came to rest on the back of Nate’s head, fingers gently running through it. Too gentle.

 

Nate pulled off his dick with a wet pop. “You can pull it,” he told him.

 

There was a hitch in Brandon’s breath and he nodded. Nate went back to blowing him, sucking fervently, hand coming to grip the base of his cock. Brandon tugged on Nate’s hair, still a little less aggressively than Nate wanted, but he was trying.

Neither of them had expected this to happen, but Nate got the feeling Brandon was surprised by Nate’s confidence, his graphic way of talking during intimacy. Nate was confident. He’d spent the past couple years figuring out what he liked, what turned him on and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

Which is why he was putting on a show for Brandon. Nate was looking up at him from his place between his knees. He was giving Brandon hooded eyes, snaking his tongue out against his dick, mouthing at his balls. And it was driving Brandon crazy. He was gasping and moaning, thrusting his hips up, one hand in Nate’s hair, the other running up his own clothed chest. Nate liked making him fall apart.

 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Brandon warned him.

 

And maybe Nate was still showing off, but he didn’t move, continuing to suck Brandon off until, with a groan, he came. 

Nate didn’t wait for him to come down from his orgasm, opening the car door to spit his cum out onto the pavement before shutting it and sliding into Brandon’s lap once more.

 

“God,” murmured Brandon, watching as Nate quickly pulled himself out. “You’re fucking amazing.”

 

Nate didn’t need the compliments though. He started jacking himself off, one hand curled around Brandon’s neck to keep him close.

He swore as he came into his hand, careful not to get any on the leather.

 

“If I had known,” Brandon was saying as Nate shivered through the aftershocks. “Jesus, if I’d known about you I’d have brought a thousand condoms.”

 

Nate couldn’t help but laugh. “Next time,” he said, though he didn’t plan on seeing Brandon again. He’d make him look good in his interview as a thank you.

 

He didn’t even let Brandon drive him home after, telling him he was meeting someone. Nate didn’t give him his number or ask for his. A hot one-off, that’s all this was.

Until a huge flower arrangement showed up on his desk a week later.

 

“What the fuck is this?” he asked his co-worker Michelle.

 

“It was delivered while you were at lunch,” she told him. “There’s a note attached.”

 

“Did you read it?” Nate wanted to know; Michelle was nosy.

 

She shrugged neither confirming nor denying.

 

Nate read the note:

 

I had fun the other night.

Meet me for drinks tonight at 9 PM.

B

 

An address followed. Nate looked it up, but it wasn’t a bar or restaurant. It was a skyscraper uptown—Brandon’s apartment. It sent a thrill through Nate. Brandon wanted more. He did too.

 

Brandon’s building was fancy as fuck. Nate arrived shortly after nine and checked in at the front desk where they sent him to the elevator and up to the 41st floor. 

Nate knocked on the door of Brandon’s apartment and was greeted by the tall, fit baseball player.

 

“Hey,” said Nate with a smile he knew had an edge of seduction.

 

“Hey!” Brandon seemed nervous, but eager as he stood aside and let Nate in.

 

That apartment was luxurious—leather couches, white marble floor, and the view. Nate was drawn to the floor to ceiling glass windows. He looked out at the twinkling city and the glow of traffic below. Brandon came up behind him and handed him a glass with a few fingers of scotch in it. Nate took it gratefully, his back still to the other man. He could tell Brandon was a little scared to make the first move, so Nate leaned back until his body was touching his. This motivated Brandon to run his hand over Nate’s hip, holding onto his waist. Nate loved the feel of him, his body so sturdy, the smell of his luxury cologne. He couldn’t wait to get him in bed. He got the idea that, under the friendly farm boy facade, was an actual sex god.

 

Nate took a sip of his scotch, gazing out of the window. Then, over the rim of his glass, he said, “Thanks for the flowers.”

 

“I didn’t know if that was okay,” said Brandon. “I just wanted to get your attention.”

 

Nate bit his lip, gazing at their reflection in the window. They looked good together.

 

“Well, you have my attention,” he told him. “What now?”

 

“Now,” said Brandon. “I show you how you deserve to be treated.” He leaned in to kiss Nate’s neck.

 

Nate shivered in anticipation. “And how’s that?” He loved the seductive talk, right on the edge of becoming sexy.

 

Brandon ran his lips up his neck, teeth nipping lightly at the skin there.

 

“Like the dirty boy you are,” Brandon whispered in his ear.

 

Nate couldn’t help but gasp, the promise of what was to come so tantalizing.

 

Brandon’s grip on his waist tightened as Nate ever so slightly pushed his ass back against his groin. Brandon continued his attack on Nate’s neck with his tongue. Nate let his head fall back against Brandon’s shoulder, giving him easier access. He closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling, and reached back to run his fingers through Brandon’s hair, tugging slightly.

 

“God,” murmured Brandon, hand running up Nate’s chest. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

 

“What were you thinking about?” He wanted to know.

 

“You in my bed, naked,” said Brandon. “On all fours.”

 

Nate bit his lip to keep from moaning, and pulled on Brandon’s hair.

Nate was fairly sure this was a one-off…well, a two-off. But he didn’t see whatever this was extending past the night, so being a little bad, a little shameless, seemed in order.

 

“You going to give it to me rough?” he asked.

 

It was Brandon’s turn to have a hitch in his breath. “Is that what you want?” His hand was inching up Nate’s shirt as he ran it over his toned stomach and abs.

 

“That’s what I want,” Nate confirmed. “Fuck me so hard my hole stays open for you.”

 

Brandon groaned and pinched Nate’s nipple, making him thrust his ass back involuntarily. “You’re a filthy boy.”

 

Over the years, Nate had perfected his sexy talk, trying to find a balance with romance, but if Brandon wanted dirty, he’d give it to him.

 

“Then,” he continued. “I want you to eat me out until I cum.”

 

“Fuck,” muttered Brandon, hiking Nate’s shirt up even further. 

 

Nate loved that this was all happening in front of the huge windows. He didn’t think anyone could see them way up there, but it made him feel hot all the same. Like they were so desperate for each other, they didn’t care if anyone was watching.

As Brandon pinched his nipple again, Nate turned his head so Brandon’s lips ghosted over his cheekbone toward his lips. Their mouths met in a kiss that was hot from the start, tongues pushing against each other. Brandon grasped Nate’s chest while Nate tugged on his hair. But he wanted more.

 

He pulled away slightly to ask, “Where’s the bedroom?”

 

Brandon seemed dazed, like just the kiss had him finished. But he got it together enough to gesture toward the open door. Nate pulled away from him and pulled his shirt off dropping it to the floor. Brandon’s eyes flashed with lust watching him. Nate unbuttoned his jeans and turned his back on him as he started toward the door, pushing his pants down and stepping out of them as he stepped into the bedroom. He heard Brandon following behind him and knew he had to have been staring at Nate’s ass in his tight briefs. 

The bedroom was clean—sparse—most of the room taken up by the king-sized bed. Nate sat on the edge of it, leaning back on his elbows as Brandon entered the room. 

Brandon drank in the view of him before reaching up to pull off his own shirt and it was Nate’s turn to indulge, dragging his gaze over Brandon’s muscled arms, his chiseled pecs and abs. God, he loved an athlete’s body. Nate couldn’t help the way his thighs opened, like he was offering himself up to Brandon or inviting him in. And like a good boy, Brandon knelt in front of him, peeling down his briefs until Nate’s dick popped out.

Brandon took him in his mouth almost immediately, laving his tongue over him. Nate inhaled, biting his lip, hand coming down to curl in Brandon’s hair. The baseball player sucked him down skillfully and Nate was impressed.

 

“Fuck,” he muttered as Brandon mouthed at his balls. “Like that.”

 

Brandon lifted Nate’s leg, slinging it over his own shoulder. This exposed Nate’s hole.

Nate lay back, giving Brandon even more access and was rewarded by his fingers pressing against Nate’s hole. Nate made an approving noise as Brandon gently massaged his rim.

 

“There’s lube in that drawer.” 

 

Nate looked up to see him gesturing towards the nightstand all the way at the top of the bed. It annoyed Nate that he didn’t have it ready, but he made a show of it, crawling up the bed, bare ass on display, as he leaned over to open the drawer, pulling out the lube and a condom. It seemed that was enough motivation for Brandon who was yanking off his pants and following him onto the bed. He pushed Nate down onto his back, using his hips to nudge his thighs open, lube-wet fingers back at his hole.

Nate moaned as Brandon pushed one inside, moving it in and out quickly to loosen him up. He hadn’t been fingered by anyone else in a while and it was tight, but it felt so good. He could only stand to let Brandon get up to two fingers before he was panting and whining.

 

“God, fuck me,” Nate groaned, arching up toward Brandon’s hand.

 

“You want it?” Brandon mumbled, face buried in Nate’s neck.

 

“Yeah,” said Nate. “Give it to me.”

 

Brandon knelt on the bed, pulling down his briefs to release his huge cock. Nate couldn’t help biting his lip in anticipation as he watched him put the condom on and lube up. He only had half a mind to remember what Brandon had said earlier about wanting him on all fours. So, Nate rolled over and complied, getting on his hands and knees, ass out. He felt Brandon’s hand run over his cheek, pulling it to the side and then he was pushing inside him.

They both moaned in unison. Brandon was so big; it hurt a little but Nate was too turned on to care much. 

 

“Fuck,” Brandon gasped. “You’re so tight.”

 

His hands grasped Nate’s hips as he inched back out and pushed back in, trying to get him used to the slide. It was respectful, though not what Nate wanted.

 

“I thought you were going to treat me like I deserve,” he reminded Brandon. 

 

Like the dirty boy you are.

 

“You like it rough,” Brandon remembered.

 

“Hard,” Nate confirmed. 

 

Brandon was still just casually rocking his hips; he hadn’t even slid fully inside Nate, just inching in and out slightly. But at Nate’s request, he stilled. Brandon’s grip on Nate’s hips tightened and then he thrust into him deeply, punching a low moan out of Nate. He did it again and again; he was goddamn teasing him. Nate was on the edge of desperation. He was ready to beg.

But then Brandon gave in and quickened his pace, fucking into him in a sharp rhythm.

Nate moaned in approval, hands fisting the sheets below him. He pushed his hips back as Brandon slammed into him, giving as good as he was getting.

 

“God, you’re so big,” he gasped.

 

“You like it?” Brandon asked, sounding more concerned than dominant.

 

Nate wanted him to be confident, wanted him to know how hot Nate thought this was.

 

“I love it,” he told him. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

 

He didn’t think he imagined Brandon thrusting a little bit harder. For some reason, Nate wanted to pump Brandon up, boost his ego—take care of him.

 

Nate moaned loudly, exaggeratedly. “Fuck, yes, like that,” he whined. 

 

Brandon thrust into him hard, running his hand up Nate’s back until he reached his hair. He curled his fingers into it and pulled hard, harder than Nate expected and he gave a genuine groan.

 

Brandon did it again before asking, “Are you a dirty boy?”

 

“Yes.” Nate nodded, head hanging down.

 

“What do you like?” Brandon wanted to know as he rocked into him with fervor.

 

Nate could feel it, he was right on the edge of unlocking the sex god in Brandon. He just needed to show him how downright filthy he was.

 

“I like my face pressed against the sheets,” he told him. “My hands held down. Want you spank my ass, cum on it, call me a slut.”

 

“Fuck,” gasped Brandon and, like he’d finally been giving permission, he pushed at Nate’s back, forcing him to his elbows, hips still raised.

 

At that angle he could fuck Nate so deeply and he did, pounding into him, making the king-size bed rattle.

Nate moaned into the sheets, grasping them so hard his knuckles were white. Brandon’s hand came down hard against his ass cheek. Nate gasped, relishing the sting. He did it again and Nate arched his back, presenting his ass to Brandon who groaned at the sight and spanked him one more time. He grasped Nate’s ass cheeks as he fucked into him, groping them and Nate loved it.

Brandon leaned forward, draping his body over Nate’s, pinning him to the bed. His shift changed the angle of his thrusts and he hit Nate’s prostate unexpectedly. Nate groaned, body going boneless in his arms, as he hit it again and again.

 

Brandon’s lips were at his ear. “You’re a dirty little slut,” he whispered, voice shaking. “It’s so hot how you’re up for all of it, anything. Such a slut.”

 

“Yes,” Nate moaned. “I’m your fucking slut.”

 

He hadn’t given many guys the option to call him that since what happened with Liam. But he felt safe with Brandon.

 

Brandon was in him so deep, panting, unraveling. “You’re filthy,” he gasped. “Filthy, slutty boy, begging for me to wreck your hole.”

 

“Ruin me,” Nate groaned.

 

Brandon thrust into him a couple more times before pulling out and pushing at Nate’s hip, wanting him to turn over.

Nate did, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs so Brandon could slide right back between them. Brandon pushed back inside him, lifting his thighs, fucking him hard. Nate moaned wantonly, arching his spine, running a hand up his own chest to pinch his nipples. Brandon watched him, captivated. He dropped Nate’s legs to grab his wrists, pinning them to the bed. Nate loved being held down and gasped, straining at Brandon’s hold. Brandon’s tongue was running over his collarbone, up his throat, his teeth tugged at Nate’s earlobe and he was panting hot into his ear. Nate knew he was falling apart. 

 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he muttered, voice wavering as he pounded into Nate. “So goddamn beautiful. You had me fucking leaking at that restaurant and then in the car, when you got on your knees for me. I wanted you so bad.”

 

Nate moaned, loving the praise. “More,” he gasped.

 

 “I didn’t think you’d be so willing though,” Brandon continued as his hips moved even faster, dick plunging into Nate. “You were practically begging for my cock to stretch you open, fill you up.”

 

“Fuuuuckkk.” Nate was dying, he was clutching at Brandon’s back, nails digging into the skin, panting and whining. Brandon was taking him right to the edge with his dirty talk.

 

“I want to cum in you so bad,” he whispered, tongue licking the shell of Nate’s ear.

 

Nate wanted that too. Having a guy cum in him had always been the pinnacle of sex.

 

“Fuck, I wish,” he groaned. “Are you close?”

 

“Yeah,” confirmed Brandon. “You got me right there, baby.”

 

And maybe it was the ‘baby’ but Nate was so turned on. He put a hand to Brandon’s chest pushing him away, then rolled over onto his knees again, thrusting his ass back.

 

“Cum on my ass,” he ordered.

 

He could hear Brandon’s hand on himself moving slickly, his whines telling Nate he was close.

 

“Fuck, Nate,” Brandon moaned.

 

He placed a hand on his ass cheek, pulling it to the side as he came in hot streaks over Nate’s cheeks and hole. Nate groaned at the feeling—that dirty, territorial feeling. He had a hand on himself, moving him towards his orgasm.

 

He heard Brandon say, “What was the other thing I was supposed to do? Oh, yeah.”

 

Then his hands were pulling Nate’s cheeks apart as Brandon’s tongue licked across his hole.

Nate made a noise in the back of his throat. He’d forgotten he’d asked for this and, god, it was enough to put him over the edge.

Brandon swiped his tongue over Nate’s abused rim as his hand worked furiously over himself. Then, without warning, Brandon pushed his tongue inside him and, like a fucking virgin, Nate came.

 

It took a moment for them both to calm their breathing, relax. But slowly, Nate slid onto his stomach and Brandon lay next to him. He ran his hand over Nate’s ass cheek, gazing at it. 

 

“Looks like I may have hit you too hard,” Brandon muttered. “Sorry about that.”

 

“Did you leave a mark?” Nate wanted to know.

 

Brandon nodded, finger tracing his handprint on Nate’s ass. Nate would have gotten hard again maybe, if he wasn’t spent. He would have to take a look in his mirror when he got home.

 

“That was fun,” he told Brandon. “Very hot and very fun.”

 

“Mmm, yeah.” Brandon leaned in to kiss him slowly, tongue slipping in the slightest bit. “You want a shower?”

 

“Better not,” Nate said. “I’ve got work in the morning and if I see you wet in the shower, I’ll never leave.”

 

Brandon nodded, not pushing it. He got up to get Nate a towel to clean off with, but otherwise kept his distance as Nate dressed. He looked preoccupied with something.

 

“You okay?” asked Nate.

 

“Yeah, yeah, just got a lot on my mind,” said Brandon. “Nothing for you to worry about.”

 

It was quiet, a little awkward as Brandon walked him to the door and, before opening it, leaned in to kiss him one last time. 

 

“You’re fucking amazing, Nate,” he murmured against his lips. “You know that, right?”

 

Nate smiled. “I’ve been told,” he teased.

 

But Brandon still looked unsure as he held the door open for Nate, watching him head toward the elevator.

 

Even though the sex had been fucking great, Nate didn’t expect to hear from him again. 

But a week later, late in the evening, Jules knocked on his door at the apartment and let him know he had a visitor.

Brandon stood in their cramped, messy kitchen—a far cry from his spotless, marble one.

 

“Hey.” Nate was shocked to see him.

 

“Sorry if this is weird,” Brandon said immediately. “My assistant got your address from someone at your company.”

 

Nate glanced at Jules who gave him a look before disappearing into her room. But Nate knew she’d be pressing her ear to the door to listen.

 

“Do you want to come in?” He gestured to his own room and Brandon nodded, following him in.

 

Once inside, he gazed around Nate’s shoebox bedroom, taking it in. Nate might have felt embarrassed about his humble living quarters a few years ago, but he liked where he lived. He didn’t need a big place to show off. 

But Brandon didn’t seem to think it was embarrassing either, telling Nate he liked the art prints on the walls (from Jules) and complimenting his vintage desk.

 

Nate sat on the edge of the bed. “So,” he started. “Why’d you find out where I live?”

 

Now Brandon looked embarrassed. He sat in Nate’s desk chair nervously. 

 

“Look, this is new for me,” he began. “With…guys.”

 

Nate stiffened. “That wasn’t your first time with a guy, was it?”

 

If so, Nate definitely had come on too strong.

 

“No, no, I’ve been with guys,” Brandon reassured him. “But not a lot. Thing is, I’m not…I’m not out.”

 

Nate nodded. He’d kind of figured that, but he wasn’t sure why Brandon needed to make a late-night trip to tell him.

 

“It’s hard, you know,” Brandon continued. “Being in sports and starting to get somewhere. People still care about that kind of thing and I don’t feel comfortable being out in the open.”

 

“I get it,” said Nate. “I’ve been there. You should only come out when you feel ready.”

 

Brandon bit his lip, considering his next words, then said, “I didn’t anticipate you, Nate. I’ve never met anyone like you—you’re incredible. Just so confident in who you are and what you want. It’s sexy and…I really like you.”

 

Nate was surprised. Sure, he knew he’d grown, but having someone say it out loud was strange. Brandon didn’t know who he used to be or what he’d been through; he just saw Nate as someone who was sure of themselves and that felt really good.

 

So, he asked, “Like you like me in more than a sexual way?”

 

Brandon took a breath. “I think so,” he admitted. “I’ve never really been in a relationship with a guy. I’ve wanted to, but I get really nervous or they don’t like that I’m not out. But I’m really interested in getting to know you better. In a serious way…if, I don’t know—would you want that?”

 

Nate was quiet, considering. The last actual relationship he’d been in was with Liam (not healthy) and before that, Cam (the possible love of his life). He’d been nervous to be in anything serious for a while, but he missed it—the monogamy, the commitment. Just having someone who was there for you. Maybe Brandon was just what he needed—something chill, not public. Something they could keep between the two of them without so much pressure. Plus, god, the sex had been phenomenal. Nate wouldn’t say no to more of that.

But he didn’t want to get hurt again and he didn’t want to hurt Brandon. 

Opening up to someone new was always a risk, one Nate wasn’t sure he was ready for again.

 

He inhaled then asked. “Can we take it slow?”

 

Brandon looked so relieved it kind of cracked Nate’s heart open. In a good way.

 

“Yes, absolutely,” he said. “We can go at your pace. I just…I like being around you, Nate.”

 

Nate smiled. “I like being around you too.”

 

He stood up to stand between Brandon’s knees. Brandon rested his hands on Nate’s hips, tugging him forward until Nate slid into his lap. The kissed slowly, gently, hands running softly over each other.

It was nice—no rush, just feeling each other. Nate had missed that. Suddenly, he felt incredibly excited for whatever was happening between him and Brandon. He realized he’d been waiting a long time to step into something again and it felt right with him.

 

“Damn,” Nate muttered. “Here I was thinking you were just this hot jock who’d ghost me even for a second interview.”

 

“Smoke and mirrors, baby,” Brandon whispered. “It’s all a front. So, that when I get you alone, I can show you just how much I want you.”

 

Nate kissed him again. And again. Feeling, for the first time in a long time, like he was ready for something new.

 

Notes:

Okay so this is long and *ahem* filthy 🥵

I got a little carried away because it's been awhile since I wrote this version of Nate. And it was really fun to explore his character post college and break up with Cam.

Hope yall like it!

Chapter 9: The Only One He Needed

Summary:

Nate and Cam meet the family

The Only One He Needed

 

(Set after Are You Bored Yet?)

 

Nate felt a little intimidated. It was something he was trying to lean into—the whole not being in control thing. His therapist said it was healthy for him to feel uncomfortable, to let others have the power. But this was a totally different thing.

Because Nate had never cared what the family of the person he was dating thought about him. He didn’t need their approval; he knew their daughters/sisters wouldn’t care either. All they’d want was Nate.

And maybe Cam didn’t really need approval on Nate from his father or brother, because they hadn’t had a good relationship in the past. But this was the first time Cam had ever brought a guy home and Nate wanted to impress. 

Cam’s dad was easy. Nate could tell he was a little nervous; he was a recluse, so he didn’t have people over often. But when Nate started talking basketball, he was all in. They didn’t stay long; they didn’t want to overwhelm him, but he had said he was glad to have met Nate.

No, what Nate was really anxious about was meeting Cam’s brother, Perry. 

He didn’t know a whole lot about him, except that he was younger than Cam and he’d taken care of him while their mom was sick. He knew Perry had started getting into trouble in middle school and then, as Cam was graduating, was beginning to spiral into heroin. Nate knew it had been up and down since then but that the last time Cam had seen him—right before they’d briefly broken up—Perry had been in what Cam had called “a heroin hole”.

And now, he was standing with his boyfriend in a rundown trailer park in front of a dingy trailer that was Perry’s last known address. 

He glanced over at Cam; he looked nervous too, but also kind of sad.

 

“You okay?” asked Nate.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” said Cam in that overly quick way that let Nate know he wasn’t really.

 

But before he could say anything else, Cam was stepping up to the door and knocking.

Perry knew they were coming—at least, Cam had called and left a message—but he still looked surprised to see them.

 

“Cam!”

 

Perry was tall and gangly, like his brother. His hair was a little lighter in color and much more disheveled. But they had the same hazel-green eyes, Nate noticed.

 

“Hey,” Cam said, nervously. “I left a message letting you know I was in town.”

 

“Aw, man,” said Perry. “I totally lost my phone the other night at the skatepark.”

 

Cam nodded; Nate could tell he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him, although Perry did look surprised to see them.

 

“Can we come in?” asked Cam.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” said Perry, glancing back into the trailer. “It’s kind of messy, but come in.”

 

He hurried back in and Cam gave Nate a look. Nate tried to look reassuring, but he wasn’t quite sure what to say or do. Then they followed Perry inside.

The inside of the trailer was a mess—there were clothes slung different places, beer bottles cluttering the coffee table, and Nate spied drug paraphernalia before Perry hurried to move it, pretending he was just tidying. 

Then he motioned for Nate and Cam to sit down on his questionable looking couch. He sat in an equally ominous armchair across from them.

 

“So, how are things?” Perry asked, still seeming a little nervous, twitchy.

 

“Yeah, good,” said Cam, nervous himself. “Just graduated from school in California, thought it would be a good time to come out to Mississippi. I didn’t get to see you last time I was here.” He glanced at Nate. “And he’s never been.”

 

“Sorry, I didn’t even get your name,” said Perry, focusing on him.

 

“Nate,” he introduced himself and Perry reached out to shake his hand.

 

Cam was looking at him and he suddenly smiled, like he’d had a burst of relief. “Nate’s actually my boyfriend,” he said.

 

Perry’s eyes widened. “Wha—boyfriend?”he said. “You’re gay—since when?”

 

“Bisexual,” corrected Cam. “And since always. It was just harder to explore it living here so I didn’t really until I left.”

 

Perry nodded, taking this in. “Wow, sorry, that’s just a mindfuck,” he said. “I mean, I don’t care. I’m not homophobic or anything.”

 

“I know you’re not,” Cam said firmly.

 

“I’m just thrown, man,” Perry went on. “It’s hard to picture; you just seem—both of you—seem so straight.”

 

“It threw me too,” Nate said. “It’s something I’m only just getting used to. I never liked a guy until Cam.”

 

Perry was nodding, listening to him, and Cam suddenly looked calmer, more confident, as he watched Nate

 

“But something I’m learning is that you really can’t judge anyone by the way they look or what—who—they like,” Nate continued. “I’m learning how to be more open by figuring out who I am without being around people I’ve known my whole life, like Cam probably did.”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” said Perry and it looked like he really did get it. “How long have you two been together?”

 

“Two years, about,” said Cam. “We met Nate’s freshman year.”

 

“So, you go to Cypress Valley too?” Perry asked.

 

“Yeah,” Nate said. “I’m gonna be a junior.”

 

“You like it—college?” asked Perry.

 

“I do,” Nate confirmed. “I didn’t think I would—I’ve never been the studious type.”

 

“Me neither,” Perry admitted.

 

“But I think meeting Cam really helped,” Nate went on. “He got me excited about the classes I was taking and helped me meet new people, which is something I’m not usually good at. He encouraged me to join the soccer team.”

 

“Soccer?” repeated Perry. “We’ve always been basketball fans.”

 

“Oh, I got him into that too,” said Cam, grinning. “Going to a game was kind of our first date.”

 

Nate smiled too. “I guess it was,” he said.

 

They stared at each other for a minute, maybe both remembering the Hawks game and the dive bar afterward. 

Nate realized Perry was watching them, felt a little embarrassed.

 

“You seem really good,” Perry told Cam.

 

“I am,” said Cam. “I have a good job, a good boyfriend—just started a band.” He sighed, like he was relieved. “I’m really happy.”

 

Perry didn’t say anything, kind of looked away. He seemed sad to Nate—defeated, maybe. He looked around his trailer—messy, drab, then back at them.

 

“I think,” he started then cleared his throat. “I think I want to get clean.”

 

Nate and Cam looked at each other, then Cam turned to Perry.

 

“Like clean clean?” he asked.

 

Perry nodded. “I don’t want this anymore,” he said. “I don’t want to be an addict anymore.”

 

“I can help,” said Cam assuredly. “We—” he glanced at Nate again. “We can help.”

 

He was looking for validation from Nate. Cam was the one asking for his help.

 

“Absolutely,” said Nate. 

 

Because they were together; they were a team. And in that moment, it felt like Cam needed him.

 

*

 

(Set after AIMTYBFY?)

 

Nate glanced out his window at the palm trees—definitely not in New York anymore.

 

“Tell me again how you guys reconnected,” Cam said.

 

“Patiently,” Nate quipped. “And with a lot of therapy on both sides.”

 

“You trust him?” Cam wanted to know.

 

“Not really,” Nate shrugged, then corrected, “Not entirely. But I think he’s really working on himself and wants to be a good person. I think when someone puts in the effort, a second chance should be an option.”

 

They were currently driving toward the coast of California and the small beach town where Nate’s dad lived now. 

He glanced over at Cam in the passenger seat. He was smiling.

 

“Yeah, second chances are good,” he said. “For the people who make the changes and seek help. Not always deserved, but why not consider it.”

 

“I know a lot of people didn’t think I deserved one,” Nate said. “At least not right away.”

 

Cam reached out to squeeze his knee. “I’m glad I gave you a second chance,” he said.

 

“Me too,” said Nate. “And a third.”

 

“Still,” Cam said. “I’ll be honest, I was surprised when you said you wanted me to meet him…officially.”

 

Cam had only briefly spoken to Nate’s dad once, back when they were broken up. Nate was still fooling around with his coach, which Cal hadn’t known although he did accidentally let it slip to Cam.

But in the years since that had happened, Nate had rebuilt a relationship with his estranged father.

Granted, it was still shaky. They had never really had a relationship before. Not a real one because both of them had always been lying. There had always been secrecy, bitterness and competition. Plus, there was the fact that Cal now knew Nate had seen his videos, how they had affected him. For a while Cal was embarrassed and apologetic. Nate finally had to tell him to stop apologizing. He’d also chosen to watch them and it was all in the past anyway. He was moving past it.

The main sticking point was Cal’s actual crime—recording people without their consent, something that had happened to Nate in his abusive relationship. Cal had done his time; he was sorry. He was doing extensive therapy and turning his life around. But it was always something in the back of Nate’s mind. 

And what he’d done with Jules. They talked about her once and only once. Cal had tried to apologize and Nate had said not to. It was between him and Jules, not him and Nate. And Jules had forgiven Cal for the video. She never wanted to see him, but she was fine if Nate did.

 

“I chose to meet him at that motel,” she’d said. “I wanted to sleep with him. I didn’t consent to the video, but everything else I kind of wanted. It was fucked up, but, at that time in my life, it was what I needed.”

 

Nate’s therapist said it was okay if he compartmentalized his relationship with Cal. Having Jackson around helped.

Cal had met Jackson about a year after he’d gotten out of prison, but it had been a whirlwind romance. Jackson was younger than Cal; he was outgoing and friendly. He always had about a dozen hobbies he was into and was very passionate about all of them. He made Nate laugh and, at the same time, he and Cal bonded over a shared apathy when Jackson got overexcited about something. 

That’s why Nate agreed to this—breakfast with Cal.

He was wary about his dad and his boyfriend meeting, especially so soon after he and Cam had gotten back together. But something told Nate that this was it. Cam was it. And not that he needed Cal’s approval or anything, but he thought they should meet…officially.

Which was good as they had reached Cal and Jackson’s condo.

 

Nate turned to Cam. “You ready?” he asked.

 

“If you are,” Cam answered.

 

Nate smiled. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

 

“Of course,” said Cam.

 

Nate leaned in and kissed him. It was a lingering kiss, one that made him want to turn around and go right back to their hotel. But then someone was knocking on his window and he turned to see Jackson, holding a bunch of flowers and grinning.

Nate sighed and waved, opening the car door to get out.

 

“I thought that was you,” said Jackson. “It’s so good to see you!” He pulled Nate in for a hug before turning to Cam. “And this must be Cameron.”

 

Cam was already perfect, smiling and leaning down to hug Jackson—the model boyfriend.

 

“Well, come in, come in.” Jackson ushered them toward the door. “Your dad has been slaving over the waffle iron all morning. We’ve got chocolate chip and strawberry and a billion toppings.” He chatted away, leading them into the condo. “Cam, do you like mimosas?”

 

“Love ‘em,” said Cam. He grinned at Nate; he liked Jackson.

 

It was funny, both Cal and Nate—two unapproachable, aloof men—had ended up with guys who always made the people around them feel welcome.

Jackson led them into a sunny kitchen where Cal was busy loading plates with waffles and bacon. 

 

“Hey,” he said with a smile. “Just in time.”

 

He came around the counter to shake Nate’s hand—they still didn’t hug.

 

“Dad, this is Cam,” he introduced.

 

“Cam,” said Cal, reaching out to shake his hand too. “It’s nice to meet you.”

 

“You too,” said Cam, ever polite although Nate could tell he was a little uneasy.

 

“Mimosas!” trilled Jackson. He wouldn’t let them stay awkward for long.

 

Soon enough, they were all sitting down to an, honestly, enticing-looking brunch and sipping mimosas to loosen up.

They talked about Cal’s work—a boring desk job, but it suited his new life. And Jackson’s latest hobby—flower arranging.

 

“It’s not as easy as it looks,” he told them.

 

They touched on Nate’s job at the start-up and Cam’s music. Everything was going good.

 

“Hey, is it okay if I step outside for a cig?” Cam mumbled to Nate.

 

He still hadn’t kicked his old habit.

 

Nate nodded and Cam tried to covertly pull his pack out as he headed toward the front door.

 

“Nonsense,” said Jackson. “You can smoke in our backyard. Plus, I want to show you my kiln in the shed!”

 

He hooked his arm through Cam’s and pulled him toward the backyard, leaving Cal and Nate alone.

 

“I like him,” said Cal when they were out of earshot.

 

Nate didn’t really care about his dad’s opinions, but it still made him feel good.

 

“You didn’t like Brandon,” he reminded Cal.

 

Cal made a face. “Brandon was boring and jumpy,” he said. “Cam’s—you know—confident. It’s really good to see you with someone like that. Someone who knows who he is, who doesn’t hide himself in any way. He seems really normal, but not in a boring way.”

 

“He is normal,” agreed Nate. “But he’s exciting and spontaneous and he makes me want to do things I never thought about before, get out of my comfort zone.”

Cal smiled. “That’s what Jackson does for me,” he said. “We’re actually taking a Japanese cooking class next month.”

 

“That’s good," said Nate. “You need more than just chili in your repertoire.”

 

Cal grinned. “Funny,” he said. “Cam has changed you.”

 

Nate rolled his eyes and sipped his mimosa. He looked out the window to watch Jackson showing Cam his attempt at a vegetable garden. Cal was watching too.

And in that moment—Nate knew it didn’t matter if Cal felt like family to him or not because Cam was his family. And, even if it was nice that they were reconnecting, Cam would always be the only one he needed.

Notes:

Another long one, but trying to give yall the content!

Hope you like it 💕

Chapter 10: The Only One He Wanted

Summary:

Nate gets a little jealous

The Only One He Wanted

 

(Set after AYBY?)

 

 

Nate used to get jealous a lot. When he was younger, angrier, more insecure. When he’d always felt like he had to have the hottest girl in the room and he held onto her with everything he had. Because if he lost the girl, what would people think of him? It wasn’t emotional—it was about saving face. It was a game with everyone he’d dated—who turned more heads, who got more likes, who had more opportunities to make the other jealous. It was stressful and it had always made him anxious.

He still got jealous now, but much less so. Cam was the most reassuring person Nate had ever dated. He always let him know how he felt and Nate was never unsure of where he stood with Cam. Cam told him he loved him all the time, how beautiful he was, how amazing. And sometimes it was too much for Nate, but he never had to wonder. It wasn’t a game with Cam; there was no competition. But Cam was a friendly guy, a flirt, someone people gravitated to and Nate would be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous.

Which is how he felt as he watched Cam across the party. He was talking with some guy, making him laugh. The guy was tall, muscular, with good facial hair. He touched Cam’s arm, leaning forward to say something to him. Then Cam laughed. It made Nate panicky. He was the one who was supposed to make him laugh. 

This was all new to him. He and Cam had only been together for a year. He’d never felt secure in a relationship before and even though he was confident in what they had, sometimes the nervousness crept through.

It made Nate especially uncomfortable when guys hit on Cam. Girls hit on him too, but that bothered Nate less for some reason. Maybe because he knew he could give Cam something girls couldn’t.  But with guys—Nate got anxious that Cam might think they were better looking than Nate, more approachable, more open. Nate was getting better about being more open, showing affection in public, telling Cam what he wanted in private. But Nate couldn’t help wondering if Cam thought he was too closed off.

So, yeah, he was jealous.

He clenched around the red solo cup in his hand as the handsome guy gave Cam a lust-fueled gaze. Did Cam think this guy was sexier than Nate? Was he wondering what he was like on bed? Nate was still new to being with a guy. This guy probably knew what he was doing more than he did. Probably knew just what to say to turn Cam on. Nate was spiraling.

Which is why he was kind of avoiding his boyfriend at the party. He was too nervous that Cam would compare him to the guy he’d been talking to. Also, if he was honest, he was a little pissed too. They’d come together and Cam had spent most of his time talking to other people. Nate knew he was a social guy, but he couldn’t help feeling somewhat abandoned. He wasn’t good at meeting new people, especially without Cam beside him.

He was still annoyed when they stepped into their apartment at around 2AM. Nate was a little drunk, a little insecure, and he kind of wanted to pick a fight. Maybe it would make him feel better or maybe he just wanted the attention.

So, when Cam tried to put his arms around his waist, Nate shrugged him off and headed toward the kitchen.

 

“You okay?” He could hear the confusion in his boyfriend’s voice and almost felt a little bad.

 

But he felt like being a brat.

 

“Fine,” he said stonily.

 

Nate pulled a glass down from the cupboard and busied himself getting some water.

 

“Okay,” said Cam, stepping up to stand on the opposite side of the counter. “Because it seems like you’re mad at me or something.”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Nate asked petulantly.

 

“I don’t know,” said Cam. “Is it…is it because I was talking to that guy?”

 

Nate looked at him over the rim of his glass, saying a lot without saying anything at all.

 

Cam sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was just trying to be nice.”

 

“There’s a line between friendly and flirty,” Nate said.

 

“Nate,” said Cam. “We weren’t flirting, just talking.”

 

Nate laughed shortly. “He was undressing you with his eyes,” he said as he stepped around the counter.

 

“Okay, but I wasn’t interested in him,” Cam argued. “Not even a little bit. You don’t have anything to be jealous of.”

 

Nate bristled. “I’m not jealous,” he snapped, even though he clearly was.

 

But now Cam was getting irritated. “You can’t freak out every time I talk to someone Nate,” he was saying. “That’s not fair.”

 

“You talk to everyone, though,” Nate complained. “You'll give anyone attention. How is that supposed to make me feel?”

 

“You know that I love you,” said Cam. “You know that you’re the one I’m going home with. You’re the only one I’m looking at. So, why does it matter who I talk to? I’m a social person.”

 

“It’s just hard to feel like the only one you’re looking at, when I was just someone you were talking to once upon a time,” Nate said.

 

“You think I’d cheat on you?” Cam sounded frustrated. Maybe Nate was pushing it too far. “Are you serious?”

 

“No,” Nate said quickly. “I just don’t like you talking so closely with guys like that—guys who clearly want to fuck you.”

 

“It doesn’t mean I want to fuck them,” Cam retorted.

 

“Why not?” Nate demanded. “They might be better than me. They might be more open than me. You give them one look and they might just bend over for you.”

 

He was getting into dangerous territory. This could turn into a much bigger fight or…

 

Cam was taking a step toward him, green eyes flashing but not with anger. “Are you saying you won’t?” he asked.

 

Then they were kissing.

It was a fierce, fighting kind of kiss—both of them trying to one up the other. Cam’s hands were clutching Nate’s shirt, pulling his body up against his. Nate’s fingers were in Cam’s hair, tugging. Cam backed Nate up against the wall, pushing his hips into his.

Nate moaned; he could feel Cam getting hard. He was too. Or maybe he had been this whole time because he’d wanted to fight, knowing that it could lead to this.

Cam was already undoing Nate’s pants and shoving his hand in. He ran his hand up and down Nate’s dick a few times before dragging his fingers down against his hole. He wasn’t wasting any time and that made Nate pant with want, pushing into his touch. 

Cam pulled his hand out and spat into his fingers, giving Nate a goddamn dirty look. Like he wanted to ravage him. No one had ever looked at Nate that way. Then Cam was touching him again, pushing into him. Nate gasped, burying his face against Cam’s neck to bite at the skin there as Cam worked him open with one finger, two, then three. He was forcing the most embarrassing noises out of Nate as he thrust against Cam’s hand, wanting more. Cam was so steady as he opened him up, so sexy. Nate wanted to make him fall apart.

So, he pushed at Cam’s chest, making him pull his hand out and back away. Nate manhandled him into the armchair in the living room. He knelt in front of him, pulling his jeans down his thighs and to his ankles, where Cam kicked them off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and his dick stood hard and heavy, precum at the tip. Nate leaned in and licked it off before looking up at Cam.

Cam’s hand was inching up his own shirt to touch himself as he gazed down at Nate, teeth biting into his lower lip in expectation.

Nate put on a show then as he sucked him off. He’d swallow him down, almost gagging then pull back to lick the tip before running his tongue down to his balls, getting his dick really wet. Soon enough, he had Cam gasping and whining, arching in the chair. 

That’s when Nate stood and pushed down his own pants and underwear, stepping out of them and climbing into Cam’s lap. He used the back of the chair for leverage as he lined up and lowered himself down onto Cam’s cock.

 

“Fuck,” Cam groaned, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling.

 

Nate was breathing hard but trying not to make any noise. Didn’t want to let Cam know how good it felt, not yet. 

He pushed all the way down until he was fully seated on Cam, then he inched back up slowly. He couldn’t go slow for long, however. Soon enough, he was working himself up into a rhythm sliding up and down Cam’s dick as he held onto the back of the chair. Nate moved his hips, rotating them as he rode his boyfriend, pulling groan after groan from Cam.

 

“Fuck, Nate,” he said between pants. “You’re killing me.”

 

He was grasping onto Nate’s shirt he was still inexplicably wearing.

 

“Yeah?” said Nate. “Better than the guy eye fucking you at the party?”

 

“Doesn’t even compare,” Cam said before moaning as Nate ground down onto him. 

 

Nate leaned in to give him a messy kiss, licking into Cam’s mouth.

 

“Say you only want to fuck me,” he whispered against Cam’s lips.

 

“I only want to fuck you,” Cam responded obediently.

 

“Tell me how much,” Nate demanded.

 

“Want to fuck you so hard,” Cam said. “You’ll never worry about me with anyone else ever again.”

 

Nate wanted that. “Do it,” he murmured into Cam’s mouth.

 

Suddenly, Cam grasped Nate’s waist and launched himself forward, pulling Nate down to the floor. Then he was on top of him, pushing his knees up and thrusting back inside him.

Nate let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a whine. Cam wasn’t fucking around; he started pounding into Nate immediately. Nate was gasping, arching up against him and it seemed he had no control over what he did with his hands. They were pulling at Cam’s hair, scratching down his back to grasp at his ass, making sure he didn’t stray too far. 

Cam was panting as he thrust into him, unrelenting. Nate still had his shirt on, but it was inching up his back with each thrust and he wondered if he might get a rug burn on his back. He honestly didn’t care; Cam was fucking him so good.

Maybe sometimes the slightest bit of jealousy was okay if it led to sex like this.

 

“Goddamn, Nate,” Cam murmured into his ear. “You’re unbelievable. There’s no one I want like you. No one.”

 

“Cameron,” Nate gasped. “What you do to me…”

 

He couldn’t finish his sentence, however, as Cam started hitting his prostate with expert precision, leaving Nate to moan enthusiastically, urging him on.

Cam grasped Nate’s hands from around his back and held them to the floor as he slammed into him. Nate could barely breathe; he felt so good. Without fail, Cam knew how to light him up every time, make him feel like the only one. He wasn’t sure how he could have ever doubted him for a second.

But as good as it felt, Nate knew what he wanted next. And maybe he wanted to turn Cam on by telling him.

 

“Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Want to get on my knees for you.”

 

“Fuck,” moaned Cam.

 

He thrust into him a couple more times before pulling out as Nate quickly got on his hands and knees on the carpet. Cam didn’t waste a second, lining up and pushing back into him. Nate groaned at the feeling. Cam clutched his ass, squeezing, as he started pounding into him.

 

“Fuck, like that,” Nate said on a gasp.

 

“You like it?” asked Cam, his voice strained.

 

“It’s so good,” Nate confirmed. “You can even—” He paused to moan again. “You can even go harder.”

 

“Shit, Nate,” mumbled Cam, but he snatched up his offer greedily.

 

Cam shoved at Nate’s back, so he lost his balance, elbows down and chest against the rug. In this position, Cam could get so deep inside him. He was holding onto Nate’s shirt, using it as leverage as he continued to thrust. Nate wondered if he’d rip it. It was so incredibly hot. Cam was ramming into Nate until he felt like his hole was so open.

 

“Holy fuck,” Nate whined, hands clutching uselessly at the carpet.

 

“I love when you tell me what you want,” said Cam, shakily. “I’d do whatever you wanted, you know that?”

 

Nate did know that and it had gotten them into trouble before. But Cam had boundaries now and Nate had more awareness. Here, in private, with sex, it meant something different. Cam was saying that he was there for Nate as he explored himself and his sexuality. He was going to go at Nate’s pace, however fast or slow, whatever kink he was curious about. And that made Nate feel safe. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

 

“Make me cum,” he told Cam.

 

Cam growled slightly, bending forward to drape his body over Nate’s—so close. He reached around him and grasped Nate’s dick, jerking him off as he continued to thrust maddeningly against his prostate.

 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Nate said. “I’m gonna cum.”

 

And he did, spilling out into Cam’s hand and all over the rug below them.

 

“God, Nate,” moaned Cam and Nate felt him coming too.

 

Nate wanted to moan at the feeling, but he was too busy trying to catch his breath from the dizzying orgasm Cam had given him.

They both lay there for a moment, unmoving, just breathing. Then Cam pulled himself up and out of Nate. Nate heard a hitch in his breath and  stayed still; he could feel Cam staring at him, taking in every inch of him.

 

“How does it look?” Nate asked.

 

He’d never done that before. Asked Cam to describe what he saw. He wondered if it was weird.

 

“Amazing,” Cam said in a reverent tone. “You’re so open, baby.”

 

Nate felt Cam’s thumb at his entrance, pulling at the rim slightly, felt his cum drip out a little. He moaned then. Even if it was weird, it was fucking hot and Cam didn’t seem to mind.

 

Nate rolled over to face Cam. “I love you,” he said.

 

Cam smiled. “I love you,” he answered. “I’m telling you, Nate, you are the only one I want. Sometimes so bad I can’t even breathe. I might like to talk to other people, but, when you’re around, no one else matters.”

 

Nate leaned up to kiss him.

 

Yeah, this was new to him, but he didn’t think hearing Cam tell him he was the only one that mattered would ever get old.

Notes:

Ooh jealous Nate 🥵

Second new Drabble will be next!

Chapter 11: Safe and Seen

Summary:

Nate shows Cam his childhood bedroom

Safe and Seen

 

(Set right after AYBY? epilogue)

 

Nate breathed a sigh of relief as the door closed behind his mother.

 

He’d just spent the last few hours chaperoning as she got to know his first ever boyfriend. It had been awkward, surreal, but pleasantly nice. Cam had been amazing. He never let the awkwardness be silent; kept up a stream of conversation, engaging Nate’s mom on topics Nate had prepped him for—her receptionist job at the vet, book club, her new puppy. The puppy had loved Cam too (she was a paid actress), so that helped a lot.

 

It was weird. Nate could have never, in a million years, predicted he’d have a boyfriend. But not only were him and Cam stronger than any other relationship he’d had, they’d done the meet the family visit. Granted, it was just Nate’s mom, but it was a milestone. She hadn’t liked Maddy, been skeptical of Cassie and, considering her husband had cheated on her and lied about being a gay man their whole marriage, Nate had been worried about what she’d think of Cam.

 

But his boyfriend was charming, friendly, easy going. Nate could have watched him all day as he chatted with his mom on the couch. Cam was a star.

 

As soon as she left (something about meeting a friend for lunch), Nate had stood, pulling Cam up from the couch. Cam wrapped his long arms around Nate’s waist, while he curled his fingers through Cam’s hair. They stood in the living room, holding each other, for what felt like a long time.

 

“Thank you for that,” Nate finally mumbled into Cam’s shoulder.

 

“Thank you,” Cam replied. “You made it easy for me.”

 

Nate pulled back to look at his face. “You’re so good with her,” he said.

 

Cam shrugged. “I just want her to like me,” he admitted. “Because I plan on dating her son for a long, long time.”

 

Nate smiled, leaning up to kiss him. Cam cupped the back of his head, kissing back.

 

Nate wasn’t anxious about neighbors seeing them through the window, but he did want to have some alone time with Cam. Plus, they’d driven all night to reach East Highland after their summer road trip. He was half exhausted.

 

“You want to see my room?”

 

Cam’s eyes lit up. “Yes!”

 

Nate led him up the stairs, passing by all the family photos. Although, some had been very clearly removed, leaving big open spaces on the wall.

 

In the hall, Nate felt Cam’s arms around him again, chest pressed to his back as they continued toward Nate’s room. It was nice. Nate used to be incredibly stressed out being home what with his dad, Jules, the revolving door of girlfriends. It felt shockingly easy to have his boyfriend—his source of comfort—holding him down the hallway, making him feel safe in a place he’d used to dread.

 

Nate pushed opened the door to his room, Cam following close behind. It was the same as Nate had left it before school ended, when he and Cam were broken up. The housekeeper had been in—not a speck of dust. Clothes carefully folded in the dresser; cologne bottles organized on top of it. Bed crisply made with Nate’s black sheets and comforter. Desk—spotless. Weight bench—pristine. Bathroom—clean as a whistle.

 

“This is your childhood bedroom?” Cam asked, gazing around it. Nate nodded. “Nahhh,” Cam said with a laugh. “This looks like a hotel room—not something that belongs to a teenager."

 

Nate shoved him playfully. “Hey, I like things neat.”

 

“Oh, I know,” said Cam. “I’m going to have to get my shit together before you move in.”

 

Nate smiled. It’s not like he’d forgotten, but every time he remembered Cam had asked him to move in with him, it made him so happy.

 

“I haven’t told my mom yet,” he told Cam. “Thought I’d let her get to know you first.”

 

“If she didn’t like me, would you still move in?” Cam wanted to know.

 

Nate pursed his lips, shaking his head. “I’d probably have to break up with you,” he deadpanned.

 

“Tragic!” Cam caught him around the waist, pulling him close again. “Good thing she likes me.”

 

“Yeah,” muttered Nate, but he was already kissing Cam.

 

They kissed quietly for a while, Cam’s fingertips brushing under the hem of Nate’s t-shirt. Nate’s hand massaging the back of his neck. And even though they’d started the day with a fuck, Nate already felt ready to go again. Evidently, Cam did too if the hard bulge in his joggers was anything to go by.

 

“You in the mood?” he murmured.

 

“My childhood bedroom get you going?” Nate teased.

 

“Mmm, just thinking,” said Cam. “I bet no one’s ever fucked you in your bed.”

 

Considering, Nate had only ever slept with one guy (Cam), it was a safe assumption.

 

Still, Nate played on it. “Well, I’ve had sex with girls here.”

 

Cam made a face. “Doesn’t count. I’m talking fucked you.”

 

“I’ve fingered myself,” Nate continued to tease.

 

“Come on,” mumbled Cam, already swaying with desire as he turned Nate toward the bed, chest to his back again. His hand was running up the inside of Nate’s shirt to finger his nipple—a sensitive spot for Nate. “Has anyone ever pinned you to that bed, fingered you open, and fucked the shit out of you?”

 

Nate couldn’t answer, just shook his head, eyes half shutting at the feeling of Cam’s fingers pinching his nipple.

 

“You want me to?” Cam asked.

 

“Yes.” Nate nodded. “Don’t need you to finger me though, I’m ready.”

 

After fucking in the van that morning, he didn’t need to be prepped again. 

 

Still, Cam sounded disappointed. “No foreplay?”

 

“You could keep doing what you’re doing right now,” Nate told him. “Only—” he inhaled sharply. “More.”

 

“Yeah?” Cam rolled his nipple between his fingers. “You like this?”

 

“Mmhmm.” Nate managed.

 

He turned in Cam’s arms and they kissed again, this time hotter, deeper, more tongue. Cam backed him toward the neatly made bed. Nate gladly sunk onto it, pulling Cam with him. They made out like teenagers for a bit, rolling around haphazardly. Nate got Cam’s hair good and disheveled. They were both hard; their sweatpants leaving nothing to the imagination. Nate wasn’t even wearing underwear, something he’d picked up from being with Cam all summer.

 

Cam pulled Nate’s shirt up over his head, but left it stretched tightly across his shoulders. He gazed at Nate as he trailed his fingers over his throat down to his collarbone, running them along Nate’s new tattoo there. Then he ghosted his fingertips over Nate’s right nipple, rubbing at it until it was hard, pebbling up. Then he moved over to the other one, doing the same thing. Nate watched Cam’s expression, breathing just a little harder as he touched him. It was turning him on too.

 

“Anyone ever suck on them?” asked Cam, voice low.

 

Nate’s breath hitched and he shook his head.

 

Cam lowered his mouth to hover over Nate’s left nipple, breathing hotly onto it. Then he wrapped his lips around it and began sucking.

 

Nate moaned, arching his hips up. The tight, wet pressure on his chest sent heat pooling in his gut. Never wouldn't have thought this would be something that would turn him on, but he was learning a lot about himself through Cam. Nate gasped sharply as he felt Cam bite down on his nipple, tugging on it.

 

“Fuck,” he murmured, running his hands through Cam’s hair, pulling on it gently.

 

Cam looked up at him, lips as swollen as Nate’s nipple. “You like it?” 

 

“Yeah, it’s fucking hot,” Nate admitted. “I know I said I didn’t need to be fingered, but…”

 

“You want to,” Cam finished for him and Nate nodded, biting his lip. “Tell me.”

 

Nate blushed like he did when Cam made him say what he wanted. He hoped he’d grow out of that someday, be more confident when he stated his desires. “Want you to finger me,” he mumbled.

 

“While,” Cam pushed him.

 

“Want you to finger me while you play with my nipples,” Nate tried again.

 

Cam glanced down at Nate’s sweatpants—he was aggressively hard through the cotton fabric, a damp spot of precum at the front.

 

“You want me to finger fuck you, while I’m sucking your nipples?” Cam clarified, making it sound ten times hotter than Nate had.

 

“Yes,” Nate gasped. “Please.”

 

Cam bent his head to kiss Nate’s neck as he slid his hand into his joggers. Nate inhaled, letting his eyes fall shut as Cam’s hand wrapped around him, jerking him off slowly. Then Cam’s hand traveled lower, seeking Nate’s rim. He found it, slightly wet and open from this morning. He massaged it gently, making Nate pant.

 

“Lube?” asked Cam, face pressed against his neck.

 

“Don’t have any here,” Nate told him.

 

“Should I grab ours from the van?” Cam suggested, teeth scraping slightly.

 

Nate shook his head. He was too impatient. “Just spit,” he told him. “There’s still some lube there from earlier.”

 

“Didn’t you shower?” Cam remembered.

 

“Not there.” 

 

“Fuck, Nate,” Cam groaned into his skin, rubbing at Nate’s rim. “Do you mean—is my cum still inside you?”

 

Nate’s chest was rising and falling; he was already so unbelievably turned on and they hadn’t even gotten to the main event yet. “I like to feel you there after sometimes,” he confessed.

 

Cam was breathing hard into his ear. “You let me sit there for hours talking to your mom while you still had me inside you?”

 

Nate nodded and Cam’s lips found his. They exchanged gasping, tongue-heavy kisses before Cam brought his hand up to spit against his fingers. Then he was pushing it back into Nate’s pants to press against him, sliding one finger into him.

 

Nate whined at the feeling, hips instinctively arching upward. Cam inched the finger in and out.

 

“Holy shit,” he whispered against Nate’s mouth. “I can feel it in you. That’s so fucking sexy, Nate.”

 

Nate rocked against his touch, wordlessly encouraging him to keep going. Cam added another finger as he kissed down Nate’s chest, licking across his collarbone and back down to his nipple. He fucked Nate with his fingers, while he closed his lips around the hard bud, sucking at it. Nate groaned, canting his hips, fingers digging against Cam’s scalp.

 

Cam bit down on his nipple at the same time he pushed a third finger into Nate. Nate choked on a moan—he was so sensitive and Cam was touching him exactly how he wanted. Making him feel seen, sexy. 

 

Cam tugged on Nate’s nipple with his teeth, stretching it out as he fucked him with three fingers, the slide becoming easier and easier.

 

“God, Cameron.” Nate’s voice was shaky, desperate.

 

Cam moaned around Nate’s nipple, sending vibrations through it right to Nate’s dick that was leaking precum steadily all over the inside of his sweatpants that he was still inexplicably wearing. 

 

“Want to put another one in you,” Cam mumbled against his skin. “Is that okay?”

 

Cam didn’t ask for a lot during sex, usually he just followed Nate’s lead. But him asking to put four fingers inside Nate was so hot—Nate wanted to do that for him. So, he nodded and Cam rubbed his pinky at Nate’s entrance until he could manage to push it inside him. Nate panted, the tight pressure overwhelming him. Cam kissed his chest gently as he fucked him slowly, letting him feel every ridge of his knuckles.

 

“Does it feel good?” he murmured.

 

“Yes,” Nate confirmed. “God, Cam, you feel incredible. Need you, need your cock.”

 

“Want me to fuck you in your bed?” Cam asked.

 

Nate whined. He’d learned a lot about dirty talk this summer with Cam—as in, he learned it really got Cam off when he was vocal about what he wanted.

 

“Press my face into the sheets,” Nate begged. “Make me forget anyone else who’s ever been in my bed.”

 

Cam let a growl loose against Nate’s chest, fingers moving faster. “Want to fuck you with my cum still inside you,” he told him.

 

“Jesus,” Nate cursed. “Do it, please.”

 

Then Cam was pulling his fingers out of Nate, tacky white cum slicked against them. He didn’t seem to care as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor, and yanked his sweatpants down. Nate was shimmying out of his own and rolling over to lean on his elbows, ass in the air. Cam was behind him; Nate heard him spit on his own dick, the distinct sound of him rubbing himself and then… Cam’s cock was nudging against his rim, pushing inside.

 

They both groaned, deep and low. Nate’s eyes shut as his head hung down, just feeling Cam enter him. Cam tested one shallow thrust, gasping.

 

“God, Nate, this is so fucking hot,” he said. “You really just leave it inside you sometimes?”

 

Nate nodded against the sheets. “I like being reminded of you,” he admitted.

 

Cam whined as he thrust shallowly again.

 

Nate turned his face toward the sheets, a little embarrassed, but it was easy to ask for things when Cam couldn’t see his face. “Deeper,” he said.

 

Cam complied immediately, grasping Nate’s hips and fucking into him deeper. His hips moved in rhythm, dick plunging into Nate. Nate groaned, pressing his face into his sheets, knuckles white as he fisted them.

 

Cam bent forward to drape himself across Nate’s back. “I’ll be honest,” he muttered against his spine. “I’m not going to last long.”

 

Nate nodded, he didn’t think he would either. “It’s okay,” he told him. “Don’t hold back, just go hard.”

 

Cam grunted in his ear, pounding into him. He ran one of his hands under Nate to grasp his chest, pinching one of his puffy nipples.

 

Nate gasped, responded by thrusting his hips back, spreading his thighs wider. Cam groaned, feeling what he was doing. He pulled away to watch as he fucked into Nate, pressing his hands against Nate’s back to hold him down.

 

Nate liked that, rotating his hips to give as much as he was getting. Cam was unraveling, breath strained and Nate could just imagine him watching his body, seeing how much Nate was taking pleasure from him.

 

“You feel so good, Cameron,” he moaned.

 

“God, Nate,” Cam chanted. “Fuck, I love you. You’re so good for me.”

 

“You like what turns me on?” Nate asked.

 

“I like watching you be turned on,” Cam responded. “It gets me every time to see you—fuck—” his hips stuttered as Nate reached back to grasp his own ass cheeks, pulling them apart for Cam so he could see himself inside him. “Goddamnit, Nate!” 

 

Cam’s rhythm went sideways, his grasp on Nate’s hips tightened and Nate could feel him cumming, adding to whatever was inside him.

 

Nate groaned at the feeling, slid his hand between his legs to touch himself. Cam breathed hard against his back as he came down from his orgasm. He felt Nate shaking, getting close and ran his hands under him to pinch both his nipples at the same time.

 

“Fuck!” 

 

That was all Nate needed and he was spilling into his hand and onto his neatly made bed.

 

“Yes, baby,” Cam whispered against his skin. “You’re so good.”

 

They held each other, breathing softly for a moment before Cam slowly pulled out of Nate, letting cum drip down his inner thigh. Nate lay on a clean part of the bed while Cam stood, heading toward the bathroom. He came back with a towel and, after wiping himself, gently began cleaning Nate’s thighs and stomach.

 

Nate watched him, suddenly struck with the overwhelming feeling of care—it wasn’t something he’d had much in this bed, in this house.

 

For so many years, he’d walked around performing—pretending to be the man his girlfriends wanted, the man his dad forced on him. He was aggressive, dominant, selfish in his day-to-day life and definitely in bed. 

 

But Cam had flipped that on its head.

 

Nate could hardly believe—in his childhood bedroom—he’d allowed another man to test his boundaries, to encourage his kinks in a way that felt safe. Nate would have never let a girl play with his nipples, but it felt so good when Cam had done it. And, well, the ass play was never a thought he’d allowed himself to have. Being submissive, taking what Cam gave him, asking for more. He’d been kissed and stretched and fucked in the bed where he’d spent many a night lying awake hating himself for what he might want.

 

He didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed as Cam took care of him afterwards, cleaning him up. He only felt loved. Goddamn treasured, if he was honest.

 

Cam wrapped an arm around his waist, stroking his chest softly. “You okay?”

 

Nate turned to look at him. “I don’t think I need a reason to explain why I like to feel you inside me later sometimes, but—this is it,” he said. “I’ve never felt more safe than I do with you. You make me feel seen.”

 

Cam leaned forward to kiss him. “You’re impossible not to see,” he whispered. “Couldn’t ignore you if I tried. I love you.”

 

“I love you.” 

 

It didn’t take long after that for Nate to fall asleep. Because for once, he felt at home in his own bedroom and, wrapped in Cam’s arms, he had everything he needed.

Notes:

This is my first time writing a new Cam/Nate thing in awhile, I missed them 🥲 I just love the chemistry between these two characters, so much fun to write. Hope yall like it!

Chapter 12: The Beautiful Inevitable

Summary:

Nate and Cam spend the night in their new place

The Beautiful Inevitable

(Set after everything)

 

Nate wasn’t the most comfortable here among the quiet chatter of fashionistas and art snobs, among the clinking wine glasses and under the gaze of critics. 

Of course, they weren’t there for him—they were there for Jules. But she was nervous and had a firm grip on his arm, silently begging Nate to stay beside her. So, he did. He pushed past his discomfort and schmoozed with the pretentious patrons and the analytic art collectors. Mostly, he just talked Jules up—that part was easy.

Her prints were ingenious, edgy—the very definition of cool. And, yeah, maybe he didn’t totally understand them, but he knew enough of the lingo to be convincing and he really did love her work. Jules looked great tonight too. She was wearing a metallic blazer over a neon purple mini dress with deep plum eye shadow. She looked like an artist.

But Nate felt out of place. Sure, he was more artsy than he used to be and he looked like he belonged in Brooklyn with his nose ring and rolled up pants. But he felt like he stood out—Jules’ sportswriter best friend. He still felt like a high school jock at these kinds of places. It brought up a lot of weird feelings.

Plus, Jules kept telling people, “Nate’s writing a book.” And he still wasn’t sure if that’s what he was doing. One hundred seventy-five pages in and he didn’t know exactly what it was he was writing.

Finally, Jules stopped to get her photo taken in front of her biggest piece and Nate slipped away. He glanced around the gallery, sipping his merlot and wondering what was keeping Cam. He had been at the studio but should have been here by now. Maybe the F train was running late. Nate needed a buffer though and Cam was always so good in situations like this.

 

“You look bored.”

 

Nate turned to find Rue standing there looking just as uncomfortable as he felt. She was about as dressed up as she got in a form fitting maroon suit jacket over matching wide-legged pants. She had pulled her hair back and was actually wearing makeup. She looked really pretty and Nate could see she’d put in the effort. 

He and Rue had always been polite around each other. But she’d never fully trusted him after what he’d done to Jules. Even though they’d more than made up a long time ago. And maybe she resented him a little. That Jules had forgiven him, that they’d become so close, that they were (maybe always would be) a little bit in love with each other.

 

“Not quite,” he told her. “Just not very good in crowds.”

 

“You used to be,” Rue pointed out. “In high school.”

 

“Nah,” said Nate. “I just used to be better at faking it, but I’ve kind of forgotten how.”

 

“Don’t bother,” said Rue. “Nothing good ever came of pretending to be something you’re not.”

 

“You’re probably right,” said Nate, thinking of when he’d first met Cam, how he’d pretending, however briefly, that he wasn’t feeling what he was feeling and how it had prolonged the beautiful inevitable.

 

“She’s having a good time,” Rue said, gesturing at Jules who was still hobnobbing with her fans.

 

“She’s good with attention,” said Nate. “And she likes it, even if she pretends not to.”

 

“She loves to be adored,” Rue said, watching her.

 

“Hey,” Nate said softly. “She still cares about you. Being adored is easy—surface—being loved, that goes deeper. It scares her a little bit. She and I are the same like that.”

 

“But you and Cam…” said Rue.

 

“I made mistakes in the beginning,” Nate admitted. “Self-sabotaged our relationship because I didn’t know how to let him in. But he waited, he made sure that I was ready for every step forward. He was patient.”

 

“Self-sabotage,” said Rue. “Yeah, I know something about that.”

 

“Just be persistent,” Nate told her. “Not pushy, just adore her a little and she’ll let you go deeper. Start with a glass of wine.”

 

He grabbed one off a passing tray and handed it to Rue.

 

“I don’t drink,” she said.

 

“It’s for her,” said Nate. “Go.”

 

Rue sighed but did as she was told. Nate watched her amble over to Jules who gave her the biggest smile and hugged her. Rue was smiling too. Nate knew he was right. They both just needed to stop being so scared.

It had taken him awhile but being brave was the best thing he’d ever done. And right on cue… Cam.

 

He was walking swiftly through the crowd of people toward Nate.

 

“I’m sorry,” he was saying, but Nate shook his head, smiling. He was just relieved. “I was working on a song and got caught up.

 

“Song about what?” Nate wanted to know.

 

“I’ll give you one guess,” Cam said with a grin before kissing him. “It looks amazing in here! Where’s Jules?”

 

“Over there,” said Nate, pointing to where her and Rue, alone now, were talking quietly. “But let’s give them a moment. Come here.”

 

He led Cam over to a corner of the gallery, grabbing two glasses of wine as he went. He passes one to Cam as he stepped up close so they could talk with all the chatter going on around them. 

 

“Do you think it’s selfish?” he asked. “To write a book about what happened to me?

 

“What? No,” said Cam emphatically. “Why would it be selfish?”

 

“Speaking openly about what happened to me, about what I did,” said Nate. “Is that taking advantage of other people’s trauma—Jules, Cassie, Maddy?”

 

Cam sighed. “I think, if you’re being honest and genuine about what you did to them and the place you were at mentally, then people can empathize with that,” he said. “We’ve all done things in the past that we’re not proud of. And if you talk with each of them and ask if they want to be named or a part of it at all, I think it would be good for all of you.”

 

“What about my dad?” Nate asked. “We finally are in a good place. Is this going to ruin everything we’ve repaired?”

 

“It’s another hard conversation you’ll have to have,” Cam told him. “But I’ve gotten to know your dad; he’s faced and overcome a lot of consequences. This is just another one. And I think, if he knows it’s healing for you, he’ll want that.”

 

“You don’t think I’m self-sabotaging those relationships?” Nate wanted to know.

 

Cam smiled. “I think if those relationships were capable of ending, then they would have,” he said. “But there’s a reason people still want you in their lives. You’re important to them and they want to see you thrive, Nate. Maybe it won’t be easy, but won’t it be worth it if you can help someone else out?”

 

Nate breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he needed. Cam was right. God, he always knew what to say. 

 

“I’m glad you’re here,” Nate told him, leaning into him a little heavily. He was kind of tipsy off the wine.

 

“Me too,” said Cam, wrapping an arm around him. “Sorry I was late.”

 

“Better late than never,” Nate said. Cheesy—god, he needed to sober up.

 

But Cam was downing his glass, ready to catch up with him, always meeting Nate at his level.

Nate felt more comfortable after that. They met back up with Jules and Rue and drifted through groups of people, chatting and drinking. Cam was so smooth with conversation, knowing when to make a joke, skillfully moving on when the talking stalled.

Soon enough, it was nearly midnight and the gallery was closing.

 

“We’re going to grab something to eat,” said Jules. “Want to come?”

 

“Go on,” said Nate—he wanted her and Rue to spend some time alone. “We’re staying over at the new apartment tonight.”

 

“Okay, see you!” Jules said, pulling Rue towards the exit. She gave Nate a grateful look as they went.

 

“Staying at the new apartment, huh?” said Cam. “Has it occurred to you we don’t have any food in the fridge or furniture even.”

 

Nate turned and wrapped his arms around his waist. “We have a mattress,” he reminded him.

 

Cam grinned. “That’s true,” he said. 

 

The night was warm as they walked, hand in hand, towards their new place. 

Nate couldn’t help feeling excited about this new chapter—a place of their own again. It had been a while.

But Cam was right, there wasn’t a stick of furniture in there yet. Just boxes piled haphazardly around their new living room. Still, the view of the Brooklyn Bridge was unmatched.

Nate stared through the big windows at the lights on the water. Cam came up behind him and wrapped his arms around him to look out with him.

 

“You good?” he asked.

 

“Yeah,” Nate said with a smile. “I’m good.”

 

Cam pressed his face into Nate’s neck. “I always wanted this, you know,” he whispered into the skin there. “Me and you.”

 

“Ever since the beginning?” Nate asked.

 

“Pretty much,” confirmed Cam. “Had a few bumps but we made it through.”

 

“I had to get over my fear of letting someone in,” said Nate.

 

“Better late than never,” Cam said, echoing what Nate had said earlier.

 

He turned in his arms to face him. “It was inevitable,” he said.

 

Cam leaned in and they kissed softly, the lights from the bridge twinkling behind them.

 

Nate pulled slightly away. “I think we need to christen this place,” he said.

 

“Yeah?” said Cam. He kissed him again before mumbling against his lips, “Christen the bedroom?”

 

“Christen the bedroom,” Nate agreed.

 

They kissed slowly as they made their way around the boxes and down the narrow hallway toward their new room. 

There were more boxes there and a brand-new mattress laying on the floor. There were more windows, too, letting the light fall across them as their kisses became deeper.

Cam reached for Nate’s shirt, pulling it up and off. He backed him up against the boxes, eyes drinking him in. Nate ran his hands up Cam’s back underneath his shirt, pulling him close so they could press against one another. They kissed again, long, tongue-heavy kisses that left them both breathless. It bordered a little on dirty. Nate wanted to keep things romantic, but—then again—why couldn’t it be both?

He sunk to his knees in front of Cam, looking up at him through the shadowy light. He undid his pants and pulled them down his thighs. Leaning in, he took Cam in his mouth. Nate sucked him off, holding his gaze as he ran his tongue around the tip before swallowing him down again. Cam was panting, fingers running through Nate’s hair, tugging slightly whenever Nate did something that took him by surprise.

But after a moment Cam was pulling him to his feet and nudging him toward the mattress. Nate edged back onto it, Cam following, lips still hovering close together. 

 

“What are you going to do to me?” Nate wanted to know.

 

“What do you want me to do to you?” Cam asked him.

 

Where that had used to make Nate anxious, it now excited him.

 

“Want your mouth,” Nate told him. “Want you to eat me out.”

 

Cam whined slightly, kissing him fully again.

Together they undid Nate’s pants, pushing them off. Then Cam was between his legs, holding Nate’s thighs and lifting them to reveal his hole. Nate bit his lip, closing his eyes in anticipation. He felt Cam dragging his tongue down his dick, over his balls and across his perineum until he reached Nate’s rim. He swirled his tongue around it as Nate’s breath picked up. Then Cam was leaning in to mouth wetly at it. He licked at Nate’s entrance before spitting against it, causing a hitch in Nate’s breath. Then he was pushing his tongue inside to fuck him with it.

 

“Fuck,” Nate gasped. 

 

It was good every time.

He reached down to touch Cam’s head as it bobbed between his legs. Then Cam was rubbing his fingers against his hole, pushing two in at once, catching Nate off guard. He moaned at the feeling of being filled so suddenly. Cam pumped the fingers in and out a few times before Nate was asking for more. Cam slipped a third finger in, curling them inside Nate, making him whine.

 

“More,” said Nate.

 

“Fuck, baby,” said Cam.

 

They didn’t always spend too much time on this part, both anxious for what came next.

But Cam pushed a fourth finger into Nate, who groaned gutturally, loving the feeling, unafraid to show it. Cam worked his fingers in and out, stretching Nate open like he wanted. 

He opened his eyes to find Cam watching him in awe, eyes fliting from Nate’s hole to his face.

 

“Nate, I want you,” he said, sounding just as needy as Nate felt.

 

Nate nodded and Cam was pulling his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty for a moment as he lined up above him and entered him. They both gasped in unison as Cam pushed inside to the hilt. He was so big, filling every inch of Nate.

Nate gave him a look and Cam started moving, slow, shallow thrusts that made Nate pant, but he needed more. He started moving his body too, thrusting himself down on Cam every time. Their breath was picking up as they moved together. The twinkling lights from the bridge outside cast beautiful light across Cam’s skin. Nate pulled him close as his thrusts became longer, deeper. Cam kissed his neck, mumbling words of encouragement.

 

“You’re so amazing, Nate. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

 

Nate just wanted him closer, deeper, wanted Cam’s hands on him. He pushed him gently and Cam knew exactly what he wanted, pulling away so Nate could roll over, get on his knees.

Cam grasped his hips and pushed back inside him, but he didn’t pause, getting right back into a rhythm, thrusting in and out of Nate. Nate got on his elbows, spreading his thighs further apart, gasping as Cam sunk into him.

 

“Fuck me,” he moaned.

 

Cam’s hips moved swiftly as he pounded into him.

 

“What do you want?” he asked shakily.

 

Well, if they were christening this bedroom, they might as well go full throttle.

 

“Spank me,” Nate told him.

 

Cam brought his hand down on Nate’s ass with a sharp slap, making him groan into the mattress. Cam did it a second time before smacking his other cheek.

 

He draped himself over Nate’s back, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “Look at you, so slutty.”

 

“Yes,” Nate moaned in approval.

 

“Asking me to open you up,” Cam went on, voice shaking. He was losing it too. “Begging me to fuck you. Such a filthy slut.”

 

“God, I’m gonna cum!” Nate’s hand was on himself now, but Cam wasn’t done.

 

He yanked Nate up so his back was flush against Cam’s tattooed chest. Their bodies were moving together, both their hands on Nate’s dick.

 

Cam’s lips were at his ear, “So filthy,” he said again. “So beautiful.”

 

Nate loved this—dirty and romantic—that was them. Perfect in their own way.

He turned his head to kiss Cam slow and deep.

 

“I love you,” he whispered against his lips.

 

“I love you so much,” Cam said back.

 

Cam held Nate through his orgasm and his own. 

After, once their breathing had slowed, they lay on the mattress in their new apartment, watching the shadows on the ceiling and Nate felt so content. 

Change had used to terrify him, but this felt familiar—being with Cam. And though they’d danced around each other for years, this felt like the start of something new, something truly beautiful. Better late than never.

 

“Do you know which of these boxes has sheets in it?” Cam asked.

 

Nate smiled. “I was going to ask you,” he said.

 

They both laughed and Cam pulled Nate close, despite the lack of sheets. He held him as they both drifted off to sleep in their new place.

 

And Nate dreamt of all the possibilities in his beautiful inevitable.

Notes:

This is officially the end of the Yet... series 😭 I feel like I've brought Nate and Cam to a natural conclusion. I have enjoyed reposting this series, adding more flourishes and details, and even two new drabbles for you all! Reading your thoughts on my characters and story has been so amazing!

I love my regular readers, I love the new ones, I love you all! If you're looking for more of my writing, I have a Boots series and another Nate fic that has nothing to do with this one. Feel free to suggest prompts or fandoms in the comments and, you never know, maybe I'll be inspired!

I love you all, thank you so much for sticking with me and Nate and Cam 💕

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• Part 3 of Yet…