Roomies Book Two: Quarantine (PolyLove)

Chapter Fourteen: Eight Years is a Long Time

Chapter Fourteen: Eight Years is a Long Time

"Come here, baby," Diego held out an arm to Cameron, still leaning against the window frame, the moonlight frosting his features.

Cameron wiggled out from the other men's embrace, then paused, feeling the dried cum on his body. As always, in the moment, it felt crazy, intensely sexy to be cummed on.  But afterwards.   Kind of disgusting.

"Hold that thought, ok?" Cameron smiled. "I'll be right back."

"I'll be here. Waiting." Diego winked.

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A quick shower, and Cameron approached Diego, smelling quite a bit better. Thankful Nate had unpacked all of Cameron's shower stuff already. Since he was little, he'd used a special body lotion after showers, an ongoing gift from Mike. It was high end, was all Cameron knew, and nothing he would ever buy on his own, deeming it far too extravagant. But it had a strong, long lasting essence of vanilla that Cameron loved. Felt like he was surrounded by cookies or cake all day long.

So, wrapping his arms around Diego, he was glad he took the time to shower. Hoped Diego liked it. Wanted this moment to be perfect.

"You smell so yummy, angel," Diego kissed his forehead, causing Cameron's heart to beat erratically. Diego hadn't showered, he smelled like sex and sweat. It was intoxicating. He rubbed his face back and forth on the taller man's chest, breathing him in.

"So hot," Diego murmured. He pulled back on Cameron's wet hair, forcing his face upward. "So...our little baby's been acting jealous. I thought it might be because you didn't want your husband spending time with another man. That you were mad at Ryan,  bottoming for me." He leaned down and brushed his lips lightly over Cameron.

Who felt it from his head to his toes. The way he always felt whenever this man kissed him.

"But that wasn't it, huh. You were mad I chose him first?" His tongue licked at the corners of Cameron's mouth.

Cameron pulled back, biting his lip. "Maybe." His voice was husky with emotion. Some embarrassment. Being vulnerable with Diego was difficult. So many years of hiding his feelings.

Diego took Cameron by the hand and slowly led him to the guest room next door.

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As Diego pressed Cameron back onto the bed, his weight heavy against Cameron's frame in the best possible way, his mouth sucking blisters of heat scorching down Cameron's neck, the smaller man shuddered.

Finally.

Finally.

Diego placed his hand softly on Cameron's ass, very lightly rubbing.

And pain shot through Cameron's body. And full body flinched.

Diego sat up, chortling quietly. "Oh man baby, you just got it rough from two other men. I don't think it's going to..."

"It's fine. It's fine!" Cameron straddled Diego, moaning from the feeling of Diego's hard cock nestled behind him. It was the first time. The first time he'd ever felt it, Diego's dick,  and he'd dreamed of this moment for so long. He inhaled Diego's tongue, hands like starfish around the back of his head, pushing him closer. His tongue so wet and thick in Cameron's mouth. He rubbed his own dick hard against Diego's abs, almost losing it. The friction was incredible.

But involuntarily shuddered in pain when Diego's finger started to enter him.

"Ok, Cameron. Stop. It's not a fucking race." He laughed, laying down on the bed, snuggling against a very very frustrated angel. "Not a "fucking" race," He repeated under his breath, snorting at the double meaning.