Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

The Art Part Three

We end up in my room this time. I take a shower and change. He cuddles up to me in bed and as soon as I'm in bed he pulls my lips towards his.

Is it crazy to fall in love in one week? Because I'm pretty sure that's what is happening. I'm going to miss him so fucking much when I go back to California.

He slips my shirt off and connects our lips again, I moan softly as he trails his hand down my chest and over my boxers.

"I want to sleep in with you tomorrow and spend all day in bed," he mumbles against my lips and I wish that we could do that so badly.

"Your press day is tomorrow," I point out and he pouts at me.

"Let me dream," he says softly and presses his lips against mine again.

"One day I'll be able to," he mutters and when I pull back and look at him he smirks at me but doesn't say more.

He straddles me and we stare at each other. I know I should stop this, we've only known each other for one week, and this is too fast. But I don't want to stop, I want to be as close to him as possible.

Just as I'm about to say something there's a knock on my door. Nash growls as he slips off of me and onto the bed.

"Fucking cock block," he mutters and I chuckle at him.

I get up and open the door, the smile on my face slowly fades as I realize who's on the other side of the door.

It's Shawn. Why's he here?

"Cameron..." he says softly and his eyes trail down my body and back up to my eyes.

His perusal has an immediate effect on me, like Pavlov's dog, my body remembers what that look meant.

" I'm singing at the closing ceremony and I heard you were here. I've been thinking about you and-" he starts but stops abruptly when he hears Nash speak.

"Baby, who is it? Come back to bed," Nash calls out and his voice brings me back to the present.

"Oh, you're with someone. Of course you are, I was stupid to think-"

This time he cuts himself off and he looks at me waiting for me to say something, when I don't speak he nods at me.

"I shouldn't have come here," he mutters and then he turns and leaves.

I close the door and take in a deep breath. After all the fucking time I spent pining over Shawn, listening to his music and obsessing over him, he decides to come back to me now? Now that I've moved on, finally, after years of heartbreak this is when he decides to show up?

I may not have much of a future with Nash but I'm not giving up any potential relationship I have with him for a possibility with someone who already broke my heart. Someone who already proved they can't be trusted.

I return to bed and Nash smiles up at me.

He's so fucking gorgeous. I straddle him this time and I bend down and capture his lips between mine in a sweet kiss. I lick at his bottom lip before slipping my tongue in. He moans into our kiss and his hands rest on my back, his touch makes me shiver.

"I want you, baby." He says softly and I pull away and look down at me. I bite my lip as I consider the implications of what we're about to do. I can't even imagine saying no to him and stopping this, I'm not a saint.

"I want you too," I tell him and his hands go to my neck and he pulls me down. Our lips connect in a hard kiss, our tongues twirl around each other as our need increases. He starts to move his hips against mine and he growls lowly onto my lips, his hands go down to my boxers when there's a knock on my door again.