Cameron Boyce Short Stories

Crossed Part 2

China

"How's your week been going?" Cameron asked, his hands up my shorts, massaging my ass as I laid at the opposite end of his bed.

"It's been alright." I said back, biting my lip, my eyes fixated on his TV. "A lot of papers, but I'm feeling hopeful."

"Well that's always a good thing to hear." he said back. "Missing every inch of me, huh?" I giggled, burying my face into the pillow I was laying on.

"Oh, so we're not being straight forward anymore?" he continued.

"Since when have we ever been straight forward with each other, Cam?" I asked back.

"Come up here and face me." he said, taking his hands out of my shorts. I did as he said, laying on his chest. "Talk to me bestie." Bestie. I hated that word so much, only because I wish we were more. It was even worse considering Cameron and I weren't just having casual sex, at least on my end. My feelings were in it and it showed.

"Cameron." I said.

"Hmm?" he questioned.

"How do you know when you're in love with someone?" I asked.

"Well." he began. "You get this little twinkle in your eye. Kind of how you get when you see pizza. That's the first thing I notice when people fall in love, personally. You're always smiling around this person. Always happy to be near them, you're tripping over yourself and words. You're just a complete mess, really."

"Hmm." I mumbled.

"Awwww Chi, are you falling in love with someone?" he asked.

"Sorta.. yeah." I said back.

"Well that sucks for me then, huh?" he asked, chuckling. "Guess our little fling has to come to an end rather quickly?"

"Cameron." I said again. "We've been fucking since we were 16. We're 22 now."

"But this might be the one." he said. "I wouldn't want to jeopardize that for you." I sighed heavily, not wanting to continue this conversation any further. You are the one, Cameron. And it sucks that you can't see that.

"Enough of this talking." I said, climbing on top of him. "I came here for two things."

"Which is?" he questioned, running his hands up and down my thighs. He knew how much that drove me insane. It's funny, that's how our fling started. We were sitting upstairs in my room, when I caught a cramp in my thigh from stretching too long and he was rubbing it out for me. It started with just one thigh, then, wanting his other hand to be useful, he casually started rubbing my other thigh, unaware of what I was feeling until the all too familiar feeling, made its way inbetween my legs. I bit my lip, not even knowing until Cameron said something.

I like to think, he knew what he was doing. Why? Because he was is grey sweatpants that day and the moment he stood up, I saw it. That first day, it we just messed around. He fingered me, I stroked him, until we both got our high, questioning what just went down immediately after. Then is started occurring more often. He was my first. Sadly, I wasn't his, but I'm glad he was mine. He was gentle, making sure I got off first, no matter how long it took, but of course it didn't take that long, not with him. And now, as we both matured, I'm finding that it's taking even less time to get me off and I knew Cameron was in love with that because he could make me cum as often and as quick as he wanted to, which usually he wasn't trailing too far behind.