Call my name

It's not as easy as you think

CAM POV

The morning light is shining the room.

Now I can see nash's face clearly, all the features: his eyes are closed, he's got a paceful look.. the breath so deep.. and of course his lips. I can't stay far from Nash' lips. I need them everywhere I am, everytime.. now too. I lean in for a kiss and I see him smile. Maybe he's dreaming. He slowly opens his piercing blue eyes staring at me.

Nash:"You can't kiss me without a permission.." He smiles.

Cameron:"I don't think so.." I giggle while I climb over him.

I'm on his lap and I'm pinning down his arms. I start leaning on again on his lips and this bastard turns his head away from me, laughing. I give him a confused look, I'm not sure he wants it.. or is he just joking ?!

Cameron:"Bitch, gimmie a kiss.." I say with a girly tone

Nash:"Ahah excuse me ?? It's not the right way to ask for it.." He says with a childish tone.

Cameron:"Nash.. don't provocate me, I'm not a morning person.."

Nash:"I'm curious" He smirks.

Ok, it's time for a lesson, my dear.

Suddenly I start kissing his neck leaving wet kisses and hickeys everywhere. I play with the tip of my tongue on his ear which is red as hell and obviously he likes it, 'cause I can hear multiple moans.. I smile against his cheek.

Cameron:"I think there's an obstacle between us" I talk about, well.. He got a boner. This is normal, too.

He tries to hide a smile. I keep kissing him on the collar bones, then straight down on the ABs and on the V-line. He bits his lips hard and flexes all the muscles just to resist me but honestly I'm not sure he's a good "actor" as he thinks to be.

Cameron:"Nash.. turn off your brain.." I remember Kian's word.

Luckely he's in underwear and all I have to do is.. taking it off.. and I'm doing it.

NASH POV

Cameron has just said me to turn my brain off but it's so hard when I've been growing up with my religious parents: it seems like I can watch them in front of me while Cameron is "working" on my lower part.

I can't take their words off my mind:"I rather have a dead-son than gay"

I'm not gay, I'm just.. in love with my best friend. It sounds good, it's not so dirty if you say it in this way. Now I can relax all my muscles and enjoy my morning-awakening.

I still feel his wet kisses all over my body and the painful hickeys he left me. I shiver under his hands and I close my eyes, trying to control my body and the movements but my back goes up and down, following his..mouth. He fucking knows how to excite me, he knows it so well. He sucks harder, second after second, and the pressure is unbearable. He holds his hands around "it" tight and kissing, I don't care about my voice anymore and I leave a moan, louder then the others.

Nash:"C-Cameron.. w-waaait.. a-ah.."

Cameron:"This is the best part, shut up.."

I love the way he shuts me up. My breath get faster, more than before, and I blink my eyes frenetically.

I'm going to explode... and on the best part he holds it tighter than ever and licks the top.. and I'm done.

At the beginning of this"fight" I thought I would win.. but his influence is stronger than my autocontrol.

With a successful look and a smirk he comes back to my face, waiting for a reward, I guess.

Nash:"Good job, Cameron" I smile.