Idk Man

Choosing to study in Cameron’s room this time rather than the library was proving to be impossible. With him being fortunate enough to have his own single, you two got comfortable on his bed. Crossing your legs, you sat at the head of his bed. He rested his back against the wall, facing the door. You weren’t even twenty minutes in yet before he started begging you to come to his football game. Specifically, for you to come sit in the family and friends section again. In his own words: “this one is important for real”.

“For me at least?!”

“No”.

“Please?”

“No!”

“Pl-”

Fully looking up from your notebook now, you glared at him before he could utter the word. “Cam, no. I already told you I’m not doing that shit again! The regular bleachers will do just fine”. You already planned to go, however you had been adamant on not sitting in the same section. Assuming that meant you weren’t going at all, Cameron made sure to lay it on thick. He learned early on in your friendship that there was an 85% success rate if he annoyed you enough to the point you’d give in.

He laughed, swatting your ankle. “C’Monnn, I promise this time will be different”. Pausing as the moment replayed in his head, he let out another snicker. “I swear on everything I’ll make sure you don’t get hit with the ball”.

You kicked at his shin, trying to conceal your laughter. “It’s not funny! The bruise is just now starting to fade”. The first-and last-time you sat front row in the family & friends section, the ball ended up striking you just above your hip.

Wrapping his hand around your calf, he gave it a squeeze. Sporting a soft smile while rubbing your skin, he voiced, “I’m sorry”. Shifting to a serious tone now, his grip trailed up, stopping below your knee. “Please come… I need you there tomorrow”.

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you contemplated, taking in his expression. He was talented in that way, able to make you crack with one pleading look and that soft drop in his voice. Begrudgingly, you mumbled, “fine. But I am NOT sitting in the front row, I don’t care”.

A wide grin spread across his features before he pounced, pulling you onto his lap to trap you in a bear hug. “Thank you”. Making a small noise of surprise, you immediately slid your hands up his back. Folding your knees beside his hips for comfort, you straddled him. He lingered, absentmindedly rubbing along your hips and savoring the scent of your fragrance.

With your cheek pressed against his chest, a faint smile ghosted your lips. Wincing when his thumb accidentally swiped across your bruise, you shifted in his lap. Bringing your hands to his abdomen, you gave him a gentle nudge. “Cam”.

Quickly uttering, “sorry”, he repositioned his hands on your thighs. He leaned back, peering in the direction of your bruise before lifting his gaze. “You good?” You nodded, eyes falling to his lips for a split second. Suddenly, aware of the compromising position, you began to move off his lap. Once you slipped out of his grasp, his gaze followed while you situated yourself at the head of his bed. Glancing down, he swallowed hard, using a pillow to cover himself so you wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his sweats.

You two had been dancing around the tension for years. Never placing a name on it or giving the feelings that began to simmer over time any attention. Nothing ever happened but you both shared the same thought. It wasn’t worth losing each other if things went wrong. The friendship was too important. Plus, in your mind, if there was something on his end, it was just lust. And the thought of that alone hurt more than discovering whether or not he truly felt the same so you remained comfortable in the unknown.

“You owe me by the way”.

He was waiting for that to come. Lips curling into a smile, he asked, “What do you want?”

Continuing to write, you kept your attention focused on the page in front of you, not sparing him a glance while responding. “That’s for you to figure out, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” Pausing your movements to raise your head, you caution, “you’ll still owe me if I’m not satisfied though so choose wisely”. You finished with a curt smile before resuming your writing.

Uttering in a hushed tone, “you’re something else for real”, he shook his head in amusement.

Ears perking up a bit, you hummed, “what was that?”

Throwing his hands up in defense, he quickly voiced, “Nothing! Didn’t say anything”.

………………

Any chance he could, Cameron would glance over towards the family and friends section, anticipating your arrival. You’d leave him on his toes a lot, but this was the one thing he could never predict with you. He started to note you’d either come fairly early or exactly when the game started but you’d never be late. Not even five minutes. Despite knowing this, he couldn’t help the pit that formed in his stomach until he saw your face.

Completely unaware of how much weight he had placed on you showing up, you would simply show up whenever you happened to finish getting ready. Avoiding coming in late was the only somewhat strict guideline you held yourself to. No matter how many times you’d watch him play, it never became repetitive. If anything, each game was different. Cameron was consistently sharp as a player, seemingly excelling with every play.

Football has always been the focal point of his life. To any bystander, they would see him and think he was great. To you, all you saw was his drive to become perfect. He’s never stopped. And he’d never allow himself to. Any broken bones or concussions were just a bump in the road. Cameron remained in his place as the most persistent person you’ve ever met.

A part of you was always on edge, terrified even that something would happen to him on the field one day. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop watching. Not when he slipped into that state of raw, unbridled focus. To say he’s grown since you were kids would be an understatement.

Just as warm up was winding down, Cameron watched you saunter into the stands. Spotting someone you knew, you took a seat next to them, sparking up conversation. Recognizing the crew neck you wore was the one with #5 embroidered on the wrists, he smiled at the sight. The sheer amount of merch you had accumulated continued to grow and was getting a bit ridiculous at this point, but you weren’t complaining. The quality was unmatched. Each item he’d give you would either fall in pajama territory or your closet depending on the style.

As predicted, the game ended with Cameron as the MVP, bringing in another win for the team. Making your way out of the stadium, you and your classmate paused for a moment to catch up before you left.

“Sooo what’s up with you and Cam?! How long you been on that?”

Brows furrowing in confusion now, your mood shifted as soon as the words left her mouth. Smile dwindling a bit, you questioned, “what do you mean…?” You knew what she meant but there was a reason you never outwardly spoke about him unless prompted. Majority of people who were privy of your friendship automatically assumed it was more than that. Nor would they believe it when you two clarified you’re just friends.

“How long have y’all been fucking? Or are y’all actually together?!”

“Neither actually. We’re just friends, it’s not like that”. Maintaining your composure, you were waiting for her to voice the real reason for asking.

Her expression immediately lighting up, she asked, “would you mind hooking me up then?? He looks too good around campus, I can’t believe you haven’t fucked at all!”

Forcing out a short laugh, you nodded. “You cool with me giving him your number?” Trying to ignore the twinge of discomfort settling in your stomach, you kept a tight lipped smile.

Nodding, she hummed, “Mhm, that works!”, rolling her eyes afterwards. “My brother refuses to set me up with him, I’ve stopped asking him that shit”.

Finding yourself growing increasingly uncomfortable, you let out another laugh. “No problem. I’ll see later, I have to go!” Right on cue, your phone started ringing as you began to walk back to your car.

“Hey”

“Hey, you still here?!”

“About to leave, why?”

“Give me ten minutes! Don’t leave yet”.

“I’m giving you eight, hurry up”. Hearing his laughter ring out through the phone before you hung up, a small smile came to your face. Occasionally, he would take up the opportunity to ride back to campus with you if he chose to ride with one of his teammates to the field instead of driving.

Knowing you always parked as close as possible, Cameron made a beeline for your car. Distance closing in, he saw you clearly, distracted on your phone. Taking this as a chance to scare you, he ducked down, gradually getting closer until he ran up to your window, slapping his hands on the glass. Jumping at the sudden noise, you clutched your heart, turning to see him bubbling with laughter. You glared at him, shaking your head in amusement before cracking the window. “Yea, have fun walking back to your dorm. I’m not giving you a ride!”

He swiftly rounded the car, pulling on the handle to see you had already locked it. “Wait chill, unlock the door!” Deciding to partake in the antics, you kept your finger on the button, unlocking it for a split second before locking it again. You did it one more time, laughing as he attempted to open it again before finally letting him in. He climbed in, throwing his travel bag in the back before shifting the seat as far as it could go for leg room.

The scent of his body wash immediately striking your senses, you involuntarily clench your legs. You took in his appearance, baggy gray sweats riding low on his hips with a plain white wife beater on. Gaze trailing down his bicep towards the prominent veins displayed on his forearm, you questioned, “it’s hardly 55 degrees right now, you’re not cold?”

He shook his head, expressing, “nope”, as his eyes scanned over your outfit. Lips turning up into a smile, he reached over the console, grabbing your wrist to get a clear view. This was the first time he’d ever seen you wear any of the merch he gave you with his personal number on it. Heart speeding up, he was silent for a moment. “You wore this one for me?”

Unbeknownst to him, you always wore the engraved items of clothing in private. Briefly glancing in the direction he was looking, you peered back up, almost able to see the gears turning in his head. “No, I wore it because it’s cold out. Plus, it’s comfortable”. After he chuckled at your response, you playfully pushed at his knee, rolling your eyes. “Duh I wore it for you. Didn’t you say this one was important?”

Laughing again, he nodded. “There were several scouts watching today”. You knew there was always a range of them at every game, but he wouldn’t have mentioned it unless some were from his top choices.

Many from other teams have come to scout him except for the ones he anticipated the most up until this point. “Wait… which ones from your lineup?”

A slow grin forming, he responded, “first and second”.

Unable to contain your excitement, you urged, “get out, I need to give you a hug!”, before promptly opening your door to step out. Cameron met you halfway, immediately wrapping his arms around your lower back to pull you flush against him. Bringing your hands up to reach his broad shoulders, you embraced him. Reveling in your hold, he nuzzled into your shoulder, lowering his grip to your hips.

Noticing he was reluctant to part, you ran one of your hands down his arm, caressing his bicep while mumbling, “I’m happy for you”.

Feeling him smile against you, his voice was muffled. “Knew you would be”. After another second, he lifted his head. Peering down at the sincere expression that had settled over your features, his mind was quiet. Through all the chaos that accompanied the sport, you were at the center of it, grounding him back in reality.

It was moments like these where confusion would strike you a bit. Cameron was an open book. You were well acquainted with all his cues at this stage in your friendship, yet you could never decipher what he was thinking when his eyes glazed over like this. Giving his arms a gentle squeeze, you asked, “ready to leave now?”

Nodding in response, he chimed, “I could drive if you want”.

“Yea, absolutely not Cam. You drive crazy!”

He scoffed, “Me?! I’m probably the safest driver you know”.

Amused, you raised a brow at his quip, shaking your head in disagreement against his chest. “Not even by a long shot”. Aware of him still keeping you in his grasp, you remarked, “so… you plan to let me go or…?” After he begrudgingly parted you two shared a small laugh, getting back in the car to leave.

Once you returned back to campus, a thought sprung to your mind. Shutting the car off, you casually mentioned, “oh by the way I have a number for you”.

“The girl you were sitting with…?” You nod, unlocking your phone to find it. Before you could even start the search, he quickly voiced, “I don’t want it”. At the sound of this you peered over to see his face fell flat.

Confused and slightly intrigued, you confirmed, “you sure?”

“Positive”. Jaw clenching now, he added, “I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her”. He studied your features in acknowledgement, biting his tongue.

Assuming it was nothing more than a boundary thing with his teammate, you shrugged, leaving it off with an “ok”.

Both proceeding to walk in the direction of the dorms now, Cameron asked, “can I come up tonight?”

You nodded, sending a quick message to your roommate. While Cameron was lucky enough to be alone, you were lucky enough to share an apartment with your best friend. It had just become a courtesy at this point to give a heads up even though she’d never care, occupied in her own bedroom or the living room.

Upon entering the space, Cameron made himself comfortable on the bed while you searched your dresser for pajamas. “What about the movies?” Humming in confusion, you turned to face him. “Going to the theatre, is that acceptable for you? I know you’ve been wanting to see the movie that just came out”.

Ears perking up in interest, you questioned, “when?”

“This Friday work? We can go after my practice, get food afterwards?”

A genuine smile finding its way to your face, you shook your head in approval, “Yea, I’m satisfied with that”, before venturing off towards the bathroom to change. When you left his view, Cameron’s grin widened. Nothing granted him more pleasure than making you happy.

After a few moments, you returned, wearing a loose fitting top with sweatpants, ready for sleep. Dimming the lights now, you cozy up under the covers next to him. Both mindlessly discussing how your day went while scrolling on your phones, you began drifting off. Cameron followed suit, having it in mind that he was going to rest his eyes for a bit before heading out. You two ended up falling into a deep slumber, periodically shifting your bodies throughout the night to get comfortable.

At some point, he turned to his side, slinging his arm around your mid-section. Loosely grasping his forearm, you gravitated towards his body, shuffling back against him. You stayed in that position for a few hours, unconsciously moving your body again to flip around, nuzzling into his side. He kept his arm wrapped around you, pulling you as close as possible.

Once morning came, Cameron woke up first. His eyes gradually opened, adjusting to the light peeking through your curtains until they dropped to your figure. Curled next to him, you had your face pressed onto his chest, arm resting along his abdomen. Staying quiet and still, he admired the view, feeling his heart swell. Sure, there had been other instances in the past where you two happened to fall asleep in the same bed but none like this. He’d stay like this all day, just watching the soft rise and fall of your body for comfort.

Your alarm beginning to ring out now, his thoughts were cut short. Eyes still shut, you groggily shifted, reaching to turn the sound off before bringing your arm back to its position. Slowly becoming aware, your brows furrowed in confusion. You repeatedly pat his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen underneath your fingertips. Quickly coming to the realization after a few seconds, you blinked, pushing yourself up into a seated position.

Giving him a playful shove, you turned your attention to him. Mumbling out, “How come you didn’t say anything? I didn’t know I was all over you like that”, you saw a small grin on his face.

Bypassing the twinge of emptiness, he felt when you pulled away, he casually shrugged, “I didn’t mind”. He watched as you checked the time on your phone, setting it back down with a tired groan. “What time is your class?”

“12:30 today. You?”

“Eleven”.

“Cam that’s in an hour…”

“So?”

Voicing, “What do you mean so?!”, you shoved him again, laughing at his sense of urgency. “You need to leave right now to get ready. I refuse to be the reason you’re late!”

“Damn you’re kicking me out already?! Bedside service sucks here”.

More laughter bubbling out, you urged, “yes, it does, now get up! There’s extra toothbrushes in the bathroom”. He chuckled, finally moving to head to the bathroom. Before he left, you told him to just text you the details for the movie later.

………………

Friday

Cameron now found himself in a predicament. His teammates had drilled into his head the best way to celebrate several of their top picks showing up was an impromptu party. Tonight. He didn’t want to reschedule, nor did he want to cancel on you but in that moment at practice he thought: what better way to celebrate that…?

“Ik this is last minute, but you mind if we go on Sunday? I’m exhausted rn, I’m just going to sleep in tn.”

“No, that’s fine. I understand”.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you I swearr”.

“Cam it’s fine, get ur rest. I’ll talk to you tmr”.

“You’re not mad, are you??”

“No, just take care of yourself pls. Hope you get some good sleep!”.

The guilt was quick to set in and stayed throughout the evening. As soon as he sent the first message, he felt the pit simmering in his stomach, increasing by the hour. After practice was over, he sat on his bed, contemplating whether it was the right move to actually go to the party. Damage had already been done the moment he rescheduled so in his mind, things couldn’t possibly get worse if he showed his face for an hour or two. He never lied to you, let alone left you as an afterthought so what was different now? Why did it feel so heavy?

On the opposing end, you felt a pang of disappointment when the notification popped up but brushed it off. Tried too at least. Placing your focus back on the show you were watching with your roommate, your mind drifted. It felt like there was something else he was omitting but he would’ve told you. Gnawing on your lip as anxiety began to creep in, you were quiet, thinking about what else it could be. He’ll probably tell me later.

Poorly hiding your concern, your best friend peered over, taking in the worry painted on your features. Momentarily dragged out of your thoughts, you felt a nudge on your shoulder. You Glanced over at her, releasing a small hum. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing”.

“Girl…”

“Nothing, seriously. I just… I don’t know”. You passed her your phone, showing the messages. “Am I tripping for feeling like something’s a little bit off?! Be honest”. She took a moment to read the thread, and you watched as her neutral expression morphed into one of discontent.

Shaking her head, she handed it back to you. “He’s hiding something, guarantee it”. Your face fell at her words. Despite seeing that coming, a part of you was hoping she’d lie. At least then you could really convince yourself not to overthink. Attempting to cushion her words, she encouraged, “fuck him though, don’t even give it a second thought! Come out with me tonight!” Seeing your apprehension, she grasped your hand, continuing, “pleaseee, I’ll make sure you have fun! It’ll take your mind off it!”

A smile ghosting your lips at her insistence, you caved. “Ok, fine! Where are we going?”

Gleefully squeezing your hand now, she grinned.

“Some party happening near the hub I think?? I don’t know who’s hosting but my friend said it should be a good turnout. We’ll see for ourselves though!” Checking the time on her phone, she mumbled, “oh shit…”, before launching off the couch. “Start getting ready now, we’re going to pregame!” Turning on her heels to head toward her room, she yelled out, “wear something slutty!”

Loudly laughing at her excitement, you sprung off the couch, shouting back “I will”, through your laughter.

………….

You were three shots in by the time you two arrived at the party and sure enough, the place was packed. Though you were a bit tipsy, you could’ve sworn that you’d been here before. The house looked way too familiar but not enough for you to spare more than a second thought. Immediately upon walking in, the aroma of smoke filled your nostrils accompanying the heavy bass leaking from the speakers as the music blasted.

With your arms linked, you two shuffled deeper into the house, stopping for a moment to converse with a few mutual friends. After a couple more interactions, both of you managed to navigate through the sea of people, finding the kitchen. Giggling at your best friends reaction once she spotted her drink of choice, you lost your footing for a second. Bumping into somebody hard, you turned your head a bit, muttering out, “oops, sorry about that!”

After hearing your name called, you fully swiveled, searching around to figure out who said it before looking up directly in front of you. “Brian, hey! What are you doing here?!” Pulling him in for a brief hug, he chuckled. “I’m hosting! Glad you could come”.

“Oh! I didn’t know you were having a party tonight”. It took a second for you to make the connection, but it slowly dawned on you as he continued.

“What do you mean? Cam didn’t tell you?? He said you couldn’t come!”

Keeping a smile plastered on your face, you dismissed the anger bubbling inside upon realizing he lied, twice. Shaking your head, you voiced “nope! He’s here?”

“Yea, he’s on the couch!” Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you look good by the way” ignoring him uttering “really good” under his breath, you simply nodded.

“Thanks”. Looking around to see where your friend was, you stopped in your tracks after his voice rung out again.

“You know Cam said you were off limits, but you mind if I get your number really quick…?”

“Sorry, he said what?!”

“He told us you were off limits but shit, he’ll just have to understand”.

Sobering up by the second you confirmed, “He told all of you I’m off limits?!” Once he nodded, he asked for your number again and you decided in that moment, why not? Promptly making your way out of the kitchen now, you went off to figure out where your friend might have wandered. Your mind was racing now, trying to decipher what could’ve possibly motivated Cameron to act like this.

Crossing another pathway throughout the house, your heart sunk as you caught a clear glimpse of the couch. Even at a distance you could make out Cameron’s figure. The couch had several other people occupying it and one of those happened to be Brian’s sister. Music deafening out and the people surrounding the area suddenly going out of focus, you stood there, blinking at the scene unfolding. With both her arms curled around his, she shuffled her body close, leaning against his side to murmur something in his ear. He looked disinterested, not particularly focused on her or anything going on around him and you could tell by her mannerisms that she was drunk, yet you had no time to form a thought.

“There you are, I lost you girl! Having fun yet?!”

The sound of her voice was barely enough to pull you out of the trance you were in. For a split moment, he locked eyes with you during a scan of the room. Unsure if he was seeing correctly, he squinted, eyes widening once he realized. Heart lurching, the familiar lump began forming in your throat. Quickly looking away, your vision started to blur, tears threatening to spill. Frantically looking around to find the closest exit, you urgently muttered, “I need air, I need to leave”.

Before you broke your gaze, she followed your line of sight, smile dropping and mouth parting once she saw. Immediately understanding, she linked your arms again, keeping a solid grip while she wordlessly started leading you through the crowd, out the back door. You couldn’t wipe the droplets beginning to roll down your cheeks fast enough.

………………

Unable to shake the gnawing feeling of guilt, he regretted coming to the party as soon as he crossed the threshold. He was about to walk back but was stopped by one of his homeboy’s sparking a conversation. The atmosphere was no help, only proving to be more irritating than anything. Passed up going to the movies for this shit…

Deciding to take refuge on the couch, he was quiet, only contributing to the conversations here and there. But to really top things off, it was impossible for him to stop thinking about you. About how much he’d rather be celebrating with you, alone. Consistently checking his phone to see if you might’ve messaged him again, his knee started bouncing with nerves. Wonder what she’s doing right now…

He wasn’t allowed more than fifteen minutes of peace before Brian’s sister attempted to saunter over sensually, plopping down into the little space available next to him. Any thin thread of patience he had left the moment she touched him. Brows furrowing in disgust, he was about to brush her off, standing fully to leave the party but then his eyes found you. Dawning on him how bad this shit looked, he swiftly stood up, abruptly pushing her off to barrel through the crowd.

Disappearing as quickly as he saw you, he no longer saw which direction you went. Fuck, please pick up... Heart racing now, Cameron rushed through, getting outside to call you. No answer. Call again, no answer. Sprinting to his car, he sped back to campus.

“I’m sorry”.

“Where are you??!”

“I’m coming to find you”.

“Please talk to me, let me explain”.

After several calls and messages, you put your phone on dnd, disregarding them. Fortunate enough to catch a ride back with your roommate and her current fling, she asked if you were good to walk to the apartment alone. Ensuring you were, she stayed behind while you stepped out, making your way toward that path. Frankly being completely alone right now sounded nice. You needed to clear your thoughts.

Despite being upset that he lied, the one thing that stood out to you was the “off limits” statement. There was no questioning whether or not that was true because after a bit of reflection, you realized just how obvious it was. You weren’t around all of his teammates much but the few that would circulate around him always averted their gaze, keeping interactions short and to the point. In this moment you wanted nothing to do with Cameron. At All. But the only thing you wanted right now was an explanation. Some semblance of truth that might explain his behavior.

Settling into the comfort of your room now, you sighed. Taking a seat on your bed, you finally let the tears flow freely, actively trying to wipe them as they came. It was ridiculous to even cry about something so trivial, but you couldn’t shake the image of him with Brian’s sister. The steeping knot that set in your stomach seeing him comfortable with another woman. Maybe he lied about that too…

Hearing a faint knock on the door, you grabbed a tissue, patting your eyes before stepping out of your room. Assuming it was your roommate coming up to grab something, you swung open the door, only to be met with Cameron. His heart twisted when you came into view. Spotting your tear stained cheeks, he fought the urge to reach out and swipe them away. Face growing rigid at the sight of him, you quickly motioned to shut the door. He placed his hand on it, halting the movement.

“Please, I’m not here to upset you. I just want to apologize”. Taking a few steps back from the door, you moved into the kitchen, leaning against the counter for balance. Stepping into the apartment now, he rounded the other side, leaving a gap between you two. He knew better than to crowd your space when you were angry with him, having learned that lesson the last time.

“I’m giving you five minutes. Hurry up”.

“My intention wasn’t to hurt you I didn’t— I wasn’t thinking when I accepted that invite, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know that, but I promise—-”

Your frustration was rising with each word. Sharply cutting him off, you interjected, “what was it then hm? To lie for the sake of lying?!”

“No, that was a mistake. I should’ve told you the truth”.

“But you didn’t… for whatever fucking reason. I could promise you I wouldn’t have cared if you said off rip you didn’t want to go tonight anymore. Matter fact, let’s see…” You held out your hand, using your fingers to begin counting how many times he lied. “Instead of flat out telling me you’d rather go to an impromptu party, you told me you were going to sleep in. Hell, who knows if you were actually exhausted so lie number two?? Told your friend I couldn’t come, lie number three-”

His solemn expression morphed into confusion as you continued. Heart rate speeding up, he grew deeply concerned about what else Brian possibly told you. “But my favorite one— “, you paused to laugh, using air quotes now. “‘I’m not getting involved with Brian’s sister. I don’t want her’”. Brows furrowing now after listing them, you gazed at him, utterly puzzled.

He shook his head, rounding the counter to level with you. “That last statement was not a lie, I don’t. I know how it looked but I promise you she was drunk, I pushed her off me. You know I don’t want her”. You glanced down, fighting back the urge to cry as he continued. Cautiously stepping closer, he earnestly pleaded, “please believe that. The other two were lies and I apologize for even putting you in this position but please—”. He reached for your hand, soothing the back of it with his thumb.

For a brief moment you softened into his touch, resolve slipping until the words “off limit” rung in your mind. Anger spiking, you shoved him away, pushing him at his chest. “Don’t touch me!” Tears fell as your mind raced. Stepping out of his proximity, you headed into the living room, creating as much distance as possible.

He turned, watching you pace. Taken back by your demeanor, he was trying to understand what you were thinking. Anything to rationalize why you were so upset. Facing him now, you stopped, mumbling in a hushed tone, “why would you—”, pausing to clutch your stomach. “Why did you tell your teammates I’m off limits…?”

Mind going blank, Cameron felt his heart drop to his stomach. “It’s not like that— it’s not what you think, I swear”. He met you in the living room, pain flashing in his eyes when you took a step back. “I don’t want them to hurt you, that’s all—”.

“But it’s ok when you do it…?” Words sending a direct pang of guilt up his spine, Cameron shook his head. “Is that why you lied…?” He was frozen. Throat burning now, a hard lump formed.

You urged yourself to continue, trying to dismiss how excruciating the knot had grown with every thought. Voice cracking, you managed to stutter out, “how— how long have you been waiting for an opportunity…? Is that how you see me…? This…?”, motioning between the two of you. “A quick fuck??”

The silence was loud. Cameron couldn’t conjure up any thought. Struggling to breathe now, he felt like someone had punched him in his chest, winding him of air. Scrambling to stop that notion from going any farther in your brain, he frantically emphasized, “no… no, no, listen that’s not what this is to me, I’m not— “. He couldn’t help himself from coming closer, reaching out to soothe you.

It was too late. That idea had already been fully adopted, seeping into your conscious and jumbling with your own feelings for him. You were becoming increasingly distressed, throat constricting before another wave of fresh tears streamed down your face. Shaking your head in disbelief, you took another small step backwards, muttering, “stop”.

Obliging for fear of upsetting you further, Cameron stopped, dropping his extended arm. “You know how much you mean to me…? Our connection…? How could you think— when have I given you the impression that’s how I view our friendship?! I would never see you like that…”. Hearing his voice break, you were almost on the verge of pulling him in for a hug. It was clear you wouldn’t be able to rationalize your thoughts and feelings with him around you. “I don’t see you like that”.

“Please leave…”

Standing there in shock, Cameron couldn’t remember the last time he felt this gut wrenched. Reluctantly walking a few steps back, he clenched his jaw, turning to leave out. The closer he came to his dorm, the worse he felt. Once he reached his room, an uncomfortable, stinging ache took root in his chest. Vision blurring, he ran a hand down his face, rubbing his eyes to prevent any tears from coming. He didn’t care how damaged things felt right now, determined to repair it no matter what.

Eventually you calmed down enough to think without tears welling in your eyes. You laid in bed, chronologically replaying the day in your head. Confused even more now, his demeanor throughout the conversation continued flashing. And while you were Initially unsure about whether he was being honest, you weighed that single factor. The one thing he could never mask was his hurt. Not with you. He never tried to.

The following morning, Cameron had to force himself not to call or text you, wanting to respect your space. Deciding to continue with his routine, he buried the growing concern steeping into his mind as each day passed without a word from you. There was only one other time in your friendship where you weren’t speaking to each other. That instance was in middle school and ended up lasting for one week.

This, however, was becoming uncharted territory, having reached the seven day mark. Now, beginning to stay up longer than normal, Cameron’s sleep gradually deteriorating. It took everything in him just to wait for a call. A text. Anything from you indicating you were ready to talk but it never came. The anxiety from simply missing your presence peaked on day twelve at his next home game.

Since that night, you went into overdrive, making yourself busy to avoid that feeling. The lingering craving of wanting him around, needing him next to you, combined with the disappointment you felt. Knowing exactly what you felt when looking at him went far beyond the platonic realm, you refused to indulge. Not if there was any shred of him that only viewed you in a sexual manner, completely disregarding the essence of your connection. Unable to bring yourself to go to his game, you stayed in, choosing those hours to study. To make matters worse, you received a message from an unknown number, grimacing when you realized who it was. You rolled your eyes at the tacky line, fully regretting giving him your information in the heat of the moment. At least that decision to block him came quickly with zero contemplation.

First down came and went and you still weren’t here. Cameron had come to terms with the fact that you weren’t coming. But he didn’t anticipate that throwing him off to the degree it did. One mistake was rare and barely tolerable depending on the severity. Three was a major fuck up in his eyes. He couldn’t reconcile with misalignment in his life. Not with you, not with football, and certainly not at the same time. They still won the game but that didn’t matter to him. Knowing that wasn’t his best was enough to send him down a spiral.

His homeboys noticed his mood shift and suggested going to another party as a remedy. Cameron knew that wouldn’t do anything to take his mind off of the game… nor make the ache that had twisted into a wrench in his chest disappear. But at least it’d keep him busy. Being around other people and thinking about you felt more productive than doing that while he was alone. It was unavoidable though.

Smoking outside with two of his teammates, Cameron only started listening when one of them mentioned Brian.

“He will not shut the fuck up about her”

“At all. It’s starting to piss me off, for real!”

Chiming in, Cameron asked, “who?”

“Some girl he met at his party a couple weeks ago. He trying to be mysterious and shit, talking about she’s cool with his sister”.

Settled into a low buzz now, Cameron completely tuned out everything else they started saying. Falling quiet again, he felt a twinge of jealousy spark, quickly rolling into a steady buildup of anger. It was easy putting two and two together that you were the girl they spoke of. Going back into the party to confront him, he kept it in the back of his mind not to take it past a simple conversation. Despite this, his temper increased the longer it took to find him. Hardly gentle as he glided past people, he stopped upon hearing a random voice yell his name. “Yoooo Cam! Man, what’s up with you?!”

Growing tense, he clenched his jaw, hardening his facial expression as the person approached, walking up to his side. “Haven’t seen you fumble that bad in second quarter before-”. Cameron heard the ringing in his ears become increasingly loud, blocking out the music and conversations around him. He began to move again, ignoring the voice before he reached his tipping point. “Is it the bitch you hang with all the time? What’s her name? She stop giving you pussy or somethi—“, and that final statement was enough to drive him there.

Swinging around to piece him in his jaw, Cameron delivered two more strikes, knocking him off balance. The guy stumbled, landing on the floor before another hit connected. Still moving in to punch him again, Camerons teammates stopped him. Forced to back off now, he jolted out of their grasp, moving to leave the party. He couldn’t bring himself to care about the inevitable consequences of his actions nor about the people standing around murmuring in a hushed tone at the commotion. Not with you flooding his mind.

Traveling back to campus as quickly as possible, he went directly to your apartment. He was contemplating for a minute, standing at the door wondering if he should just leave instead. But before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. Ears perking up from the couch, you glanced over in the direction. Heading over to open it now, your breath hitched as Cameron came into view. You took in his appearance, worry falling onto your features at the sight of his red eyes sending a quiet plea. “Can we talk? Please…?”

Silently, you nodded, giving him space to come in. He shut the door, beginning to follow as you led him to your room. Sitting on the bed now, you crossed your legs, waiting for him to sit down too. Cameron tentatively walked over, placing himself right in front of you. Quietly asking, “what happened…?”, you were concerned looking at him.

From the side view of his face, you couldn’t fully decipher what was going on, he just seemed off. Gaze scaling down his arm, you reached out, grasping his forearm to look at his knuckle. Heart clenching, you dragged his hand into your lap, gently running your thumb along the light bruise forming. “You got into a fight?”

Cameron finally turned to look at you, his voice catching in his throat when he did. He was fixated on your soft expression and the warmth from your touch before he urged himself to speak. “A small one but that’s not why I came here”. You peered at him intently, almost forgetting why you were initially upset in the first place. Bringing your other hand over to faintly trace the skin on his wrist out of reflex, you signaled you were listening.

“I came to apologize again and tell you the truth…” He gripped your hand, squeezing before voicing, “no matter what though… promise me we’ll still be ok”. His face growing serious now, you became nervous to hear what he had to say.

Mumbling, “I promise”, your heart beat sped up.

“I went about things the wrong way. I’m sorry for how that night went… for making you cry”. A pang of guilt hit his stomach when the image flashed in his head. Tilting your head, you analyzed his expression. You quietly reached the understanding that all of his apologies were genuine, the pain in his eyes unmistakably reflected with his words.

Offering him a small smile, “I forgive you”, dropped from your lips.

“You haven’t heard the truth yet though”

Laughing at his response, you doubled down. “And? I still accept your apology. But continue, I might revoke that depending on how bad it is”. You saw him crack his first smile, visibly relaxing once you lightened the mood. He then gazed in your lap, memorizing how the pads of your fingertips felt along his skin in case things went south again. Feeling an onset of anxiety creep in, he tensed up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

You were weary now. Cameron was hardly ever this serious. This was your first time seeing him so nervous to tell you something.

Bringing his gaze back to your face, he started, “I meant everything I said when we spoke. The only reason I told them you’re off limits is because I don’t think they’d give you the love you deserve. I don’t ever want you thinking I’m just waiting for an opportunity. That’s not how I feel about you… or what I’m thinking when I look at you”.

Upon seeing his eyes gloss over, you gave him a reassuring squeeze. “What are you thinking about right now…?”

“How much I missed you… how receptive you’d be if I tell you how I really feel”

“Don’t make me guess…” you were curious, rubbing his arm as you urged, “tell me”.

“I need you… Whether I’m with you or simply hearing your voice, that’s all I need”. Cameron felt his heart sink. Maybe it wasn’t too late to say he was joking but he had already gotten this far. “I’m in love with you”.

Looking at him in a state of shock, your smile faded. “Cam…” He grasped your other hand before you could pull away.

Panicked at your reaction, he declared “nothing has to change, we can forget about this conversation, I promise”. Fixing your gaze on his arms, you were quiet. “I just wanted you to know how I really feel about you…” A surge of emotions coming on now, you felt your heart skip a beat. Certain that he made things worse, Cameron started pleading. “Fuck, I’m sorry”. Feeling his throat tighten, he quietly begged, “please, don’t shut me out again, I’m sorry”.

Disconnecting from him, you moved off the bed. Cameron prepared to leave until you walked in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Easing into your body, he circled your waist, pulling you close. Still too far apart for his liking, he brought his hands down to your thighs, hauling you up onto his lap. Both lingering in the soothing embrace, you ran your nails along his upper back. Voice muffled, you filled the silence. “What if I feel the same way?” He smiled into your skin, dragging a hand up your spine in response.

Lifting his head to peer at you, he questioned “do you?”

“What do you think…?” You cupped his jaw, turning his head to plant a kiss on his cheek. “I need you just as bad”. Heat creeped up Cameron’s neck from the gesture. He returned it, moving his hands down to squeeze your hips. Stopping yourself from grinding against him, you changed the subject. “Are you staying tonight?”

“You should know better than to ask that. I’m not going anywhere”. Starting to pepper your neck with pecks, he couldn’t hold back his smile. “You don’t know you’re stuck with me now? I got to show you?”

His pecks growing ticklish, a small laugh escaped you. “Nooo, I already was! Is it too late to take it back?!” He paused, staring at you with a blank expression before his smile widened. Clutching your waist for a single moment, he started tickling one side, drawing out more laughter. You squirmed in his lap, but he reinforced his hold, keeping one arm wrapped around your lower back.

He ignored your attempt at pushing his hand away, continuing his movements. A chuckle falling past his lips, he teased, “say that again?!” You started shifting uncontrollably, gripping his arm.

Bubbling out, “s-stop!”, your head fell to his shoulder. Before you could catch your breath, he swiftly switched sides, clutching you closer as his opposite hand began moving.

“Nah say that shit again, I didn’t hear you!” Squeezing your eyes shut as his chuckling rang out, you started patting his arm.

Stuttering out, “p-please”, you involuntarily cinched your knees beside him. Shortly after that, he stopped, reveling as you tried catching your breath. You playfully pushed at his chest, warning, “wait until later. Trust, I’m not forgetting this!”

Nipping at your neck, he goaded, “counting on that”. Emitting a faint moan, your hands dropped to his abdomen. Cameron clenched his jaw, rubbing the flesh on your thighs. He had to wait. Needed to wait until you initiated. Then he’d allow himself to indulge but until then he was grateful taking any instance of closeness from you.

“Go take a shower first, I’m not letting you sleep in my bed with outside clothes”.

“Yes ma’am”.

You had already been ready for bed by the time Cameron showed up at the door. A loose fitting shirt emulating his jersey with a pair of black shorts and fuzzy socks. Finding amusement in the fact he hadn’t made a single comment on it yet, you patiently waited, knowing it was coming at some point. While he was in the shower, you went ahead and grabbed an ice pack and a pair of his sweats from the stash of clothes he kept here.

Hearing footsteps now, you peered in that direction, subtly clenching your thighs when he appeared. With just a towel hanging low on his hips, your eyes focused on his happy trail then down to the imprint curved into the material. Silently exchanging a look, you handed him the pants, turning your body to the side while he got dressed. After a substantial amount of time, you asked, “are you done?” Instead of giving a response, Cameron launched on you, hovering above your back. “This is your second strike by the way”. Shifting under his full weight, you felt the fabric rub along your skin, brushing against his dick in the process. You twisted your hands in the sheets, a swirl of arousal pooling in your stomach. “Move”, slipped out breathier than you’d like.

Staying impossibly still, he leaned in towards your ear. “Say please”.

Biting back a moan, you stated, “No”. Your breath caught in your throat when his length twitched against your ass.

He might’ve just been high on emotions, but Cameron could’ve sworn you moulded perfectly against him. “I’m not moving then”.

Savoring how heavy he felt pressed into your body, you tried crossing your legs to alleviate the pressure building between them. You knew the desire would be bad when it came down to it, but you couldn’t have prepared for this at all. Already feeling your head spin, you plead, “Cam…”

Cameron finally took heed when he saw how flustered you were becoming. Gliding off to sit next to you now, he watched as you sat up, reaching for the ice pack on your nightstand. You wordlessly straddle his lap, pulling his arm in between the space to study his knuckle. “What happened…?” Gazing up after placing the ice over the swelling, you included, “and don’t be vague either”. For as long as you’ve known him, he had always been mild-mannered, not easy to enrage. And if he ever did have those moments, they had been few and far between on the field.

Resting his other hand on your thigh, he began kneading the skin for comfort. “random person ended up approaching me at a party talking about my performance in the game then mentioned you, that’s it”

You were curious but you wouldn’t even bother asking Cameron what the guy said. He wouldn’t budge if it was something disrespectful. Seeing his mood shift, he averted his gaze and went quiet. To prevent him from falling into the same pattern of overthinking, you attempted to nudge him. Softening your voice to ask, “is it the game…?”, you started wondering if you could’ve been the cause. “Or me…?”

At the sound of your tone, Cameron raised his head, spotting a glint of worry behind your eyes. Shaking his head, he encompassed your waist. “It’s not you I just— I should’ve done better… the amount of mistakes I made…”. His mind veered off, replaying each one in full detail.

Drifting your hand to his abdomen, you soothingly rubbed along the planes on his stomach. “How many?”

“Three…” he looked down at his hand, avoiding your gaze again.

You shook your head at his answer. “You push yourself way too hard”. Cupping his jaw to tip his face up, you rubbed circles into his skin, continuing to speak. “Making a few mistakes in one game doesn’t reflect on your value as a player. I’d be a tad concerned if you never made any mistakes at all”.

Staring at you with a smitten gaze, he cracked a smile. “How do you do that hm?”

Spotting the playful glimmer in his eyes, you raised a brow. “Do what?”

“Always saying the right stuff. No matter the situation, you always do that… how?”

You shrug, “I have my moments, I don’t know”, ending your response with a smile.

Cameron laughed, shifting the ice pack off his hand to wrap both his arms around you. Pulling you in for a hug, he muttered into your neck, “thank you”.

Flush against him now, your arms circled his neck. “You’re welcome”.

His hands trailed up your spine, running along the fabric of your shirt. This one had his number engraved on both sides. “I like the pajamas by the way, you look good”. He couldn’t see the vindicated smile that had formed on your face, but he felt the vibration from your laugh.

“Thank you, I like them too”.

Cameron realized out of all the evenings he spent with you, not once has he seen you wear it for sleep. “Had no idea you wore the merch to bed. I bet you do this shit a lot don’t you?”

“Don’t get cocky!” You both laughed after you spoke. After a small pause, you reluctantly admitted, “but yes... maybe”. Knowing there was a minuscule chance you’d regret telling him the reason, you did so anyway. “Makes me feel close to you… and it really is just comfortable honestly”.

Warmth filling his chest now, Cameron leaned back to get a look at you with a heavy glaze of affection in his eyes. Wetting his lips, he asked, “you missed me…?”

Holding back tears at the expression he wore, you swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding. Adjusting your place in his lap to get even closer, you whispered, “Talking to you, watching you play, all of it…”. Cameron pressed a kiss to your cheek, moving his hands down to massage your thighs. You did the same, peppering kisses across his jaw before placing a light one on his mouth. As soon as you pulled back, he followed, reconnecting your lips.

Feeling his hands drift up to your ass, you moaned when his length grazed the fabric of your shorts. Pulsing around nothing, a dull ache set in your core. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand over to rest in his cheek. Cameron groaned, twitching underneath you as a sharp pang of thirst hit his stomach. Spurred on now, you rolled your hips, grounding against his dick at a gradual pace. Parting for air, you continued your movements, watching his reaction with every motion.

The sight was enough to send your mind reeling. Eyes hanging low and mouth parted, Cameron guided you back and forth. Slipping your hand down to his neck, you tip his jaw up slightly, tracing your thumb across the skin. The two of you exchanging soft breaths while staring, a whimper spilled out of you when one particular circle caused him to nudge your clit. Despite the boundaries of the fabric being thin, it was still too much.

Momentarily disconnecting from him to pull your shirt off, Cameron’s breath hitched. Eyes dropping to your breast, he squeezed your hips, mumbling in a hushed tone, “so beautiful”. You circled his shoulders again, leaning in flush against him now. He lapped at the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking and nipping to form a love bite. Mouth falling open to let a moan out, your movement faltered. Your nails raked along his skin as he traveled up to your jaw, inching towards your lips.

Cameron trailed his hands back down to your ass, finding a steady flow grinding you back and forth. The friction paired with the glide of his tongue began to cause your arousal to seep through the material. Dropping one of your arms to grasp his bicep, you clung to him as the pressure grew. He briefly parted to teasingly bite your bottom lip before reattaching. Starting to knead your flesh again, he brought out another moan from you.

Knowing he was close to the edge, Cameron halted your movements, attempting to prolong it until he no longer could. Breathing heavy, he checked, “you want to continue...?”

You nodded, responding “yes”, before involuntarily cinching your legs beside him.

“Can I taste you then…?” He already looked halfway intoxicated taking in your features. Rubbing smooth circles into the skin on your waist, his voice came out in a quiet tone. “Want to make you feel good…”.

You thumb at his bottom lip, the image of his face stuffed between your legs sending a tingle through your stomach. Nodding again, you moved out of his lap to lay down. He settled on top of you in between your legs, planting lingering kisses on your neck. Grasping his arms, your mouth parted when he sucked on your breast. Cameron flicked his tongue over your nipple, gently swirling the bud in between his teeth before drawing his attention to next, giving it the same love. Treading lower now, he showered your stomach with pecks until reaching the waistband of your shorts. His eyes were glued as he slowly dragged them off your legs.

Wetting his lips at the sight, he parted your thighs. Lying on the bed now, he drew his gaze up your body, leaving open mouthed kisses on each leg. Rubbing his forearms circled around your flesh, you met his eyes with a soft smile. Any sort of constraint he had flew out the window when he tasted you. Licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit, he rolls his tongue around it. You drop one hand in the sheets, bracing yourself after seeing the switch behind his pupils.

Dipping back down to stuff you, Cameron’s nose nudged your clit with every curl of his tongue. Setting a steady rhythm, his groan reverberated through your body. Chest rising and falling, you squeezed his arm, breathing out a quiet, “fuck”. He watched your reactions closely, noting the involuntary twitch in your thighs when he lapped at your bud. The way your bottom lip quivered before you bit it.

Your head lolled back into the pillows when he tightened his hold, pushing your thighs flush against him. Alternating between slow and fast movements, he gathered your arousal with every stroke. Back arching now, you twisted your hand in the sheets, attempting to roll your hips in tandem. The pressure in your stomach growing immensely, you released a shaky moan, shutting your eyes. Cameron flattened his tongue on your clit, motioning his head side to side before increasing the pace.

Relentless in his pursuit to make you orgasm, he latched onto your bud, rapidly flicking his tongue around it. Reaching a hand up to simultaneously massage your breast, he rolled each nipple between his thumb and index finger before palming one. Bringing your hand out of the sheets, you clung to him, digging your nails into his arm. Brows furrowing, you plead, “d- don’t stop”. Cameron was aching, desperate for relief as he twitched in his sweats. The friction from the covers only made it worse.

With another stimulating flick of his tongue triggering your orgasm, your thighs trembled around his head. Emitting a loud moan, you writhed under him while he continued. He smothered himself, delving in between your folds to catch all of your juices. Through the aftershocks of pleasure, the vibration from his groan caused you to peer down. The sight made your stomach tense again, sending a tremor up your spine. Mouth moving slowly now, his eyes were closed to fully savor everything you gave him. Squeezing his arms, you uttered, “Cam- “.

Cameron opened his eyes, the sound of your voice catching his attention. He massaged each breast again before grabbing your hip. Reluctantly detaching, he lifted himself up from his position. Palming your thighs, his voice held a rasp. “Too much?” Still in a dazed state, you were silent for a second as you looked at him. Everything about him was enough to send a spiral through your core but seeing him look so sated with half his face covered in your slick was an entirely different experience.

Needy for more, you shook your head no, reaching out for him. Eager to close the distance, he settled on top of you, melding your lips together. Tasting yourself on his tongue sent another whirl of heat through your stomach. Trailing your nails along his back, you parted to breathe out, “lay down”. He listened, rolling off to lay next to you. Cameron watched you kneel next to him, dipping your finger in the waistband of his sweats. “Can I…?” Immediately nodding in response, his heart raced at the thought.

You had already assumed he must’ve been well endowed from a few glimpses of his print, yet you still weren’t prepared when you tugged on his pants. Cameron saw the gears turning in your head. Your thighs shifted for relief when he came into view. Lengthy with a slight curve, good girth, and a few prominent veins throbbing when he twitched. Throwing your leg over his waist to straddle him now, you sat on his lap, placing your hands on his chest. He grasped your hips, letting out a harsh breath as you glide his dick in between your folds. After taking a minute to admire how he looked, you sealed your lips over his, continuing the back and forth motion.

Breathing out against his lips, “you want to feel what you do to me?”, Cameron twitched, feeling a bead of precum dribble out onto his abdomen.

Begging with his eyes, he murmured a low, “please”.

Running your hand up his neck to cup his jaw, you tilted his head, pressing a line of kisses on his cheek. Once you reached his ear you sweetened your tone. “Please what…?” You released a quiet moan when he unintentionally caused his tip to graze your clit from a desperate jerk of his hips.

Applying more pressure to your waist, it took everything in him not to buck his hips in sync. “Please let me feel you…”. He tilted his head in your direction, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Please…”.

Turning your head to connect your lips, the kiss quickly deepened. Lifting your hips to leave enough space, you nipped at his bottom lip, voicing, “go ahead”. Cameron took your cue, reaching underneath your thigh to line himself up with your entrance. Beginning to gradually descend, you kept your gaze focused on his face to distract yourself from the increasing stretch. Lips parted in awe with his eyes zoned in on yours, he was officially gone. You blinked a few times, clenching around his dick after he fully bottomed out. Though the pressure was there, your arousal had soothed the feeling. Doing an experimental roll to test the pain, all you were met with was pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.

Unable to hold in a throaty groan, his hands wandered down to your ass then your thighs, gripping on for some sort of stability. Eyes threatening to roll back, he shut them. It was too much. The warmth and wetness coming from your walls… how perfect you looked in this position… then you started to move. Raising till just his tip was left inside, you came back down in one motion. Feeling you trail your hand over towards his cheek, Cameron heard you moan out, “look at me”. He listened, grunting when you repeated the action.

Both of your hands gravitating down to his chest, you start a steady rocking motion. Fluttering around his length, you moan, “Keep them just like that”. His eyes appearing even more hooded at this angle, he maintained heavy eye contact, watching you gyrate on him. “Can u do something for me baby?” Your voice was breathless, trying to contain how close you were already.

Cameron nodded, “anything”.

“Tell me when you’re close”. You did one last roll of your hips, planting your hands towards his shoulders. Digging your knees firmly into the bed, you repeatedly bounced up and down, gaining extra traction with his guidance. Watching as he struggled keeping his eyes open now, your lips quivered when he skimmed your g-spot. His breath was staggered, each slip back down sending a ripple of arousal traveling through his body. Pulsating at the feeling, you whimper, “F-fuck, Cam”. The vulgar wet noise increasing with every impale only spurred you on.

His gaze drifted lower, zoning in on your arousal pooling at the base of his dick. Hoarsely stuttering, “I-I’m close baby”, Cameron pulled you in flush against him. Firmly curling one arm around your waist, he gripped the back of your thigh with his free hand. Your head dropped to his shoulder, a high pitched moan tumbling out at the skin to skin contact. Continuing to guide your hips in a rocking motion, he kept your body locked in place, beginning to thrust upward, meeting you each time you sunk back down.

Chiming against his ear, “hold it”, your stomach thrummed as the knot tightened, threatening to come undone with every angled thrust. Vision slipping and the noises becoming uncontrollable now, you clawed down his abdomen. He flexed under your touch, speeding up the pace.

Everything felt too good. Your breasts swaying on his chest… your uneven pants for air flowing out directly into his ear drum… the rhythmic pattern of your pulses… everything. Through the influx of sensation, Cameron twitched, mumbling something incoherent in response. Sounding like a mixture of a groan and a plea, he repeated himself. “I can’t—”, exhaling with a grunt.

Voice trembling with your unsteady breath, you moan, “You said you’d do anything…”

Upon hearing your tone, Cameron quickly jumbled off, “I will, f-fuck I will, you know that”.

Whimpering, “show me”, that was all Cameron needed. He caught you off guard, snapping his hips up at an alarming speed now. Desperately grasping onto his arm, your body shook. Before your impending orgasm completely took over, you managed to stutter, “you can—, o-oh fuck, you can cum Cam! You can cum baby!”

As his entire body tensed, he was able to murmur a quiet, “thank you”, finishing with a hoarse groan. The sudden feeling of your palm resting on his cheek paired with one more drag of your hips made him swell. Nothing measured up to the way you felt wrapped around him. You clamped down hard, warmth oozing from your core and treading throughout your body, you closed your eyes. Shuddering, he coated your walls, prolonging your orgasm. You two came back down after several moments of listening to the quick thrum of your heartbeats. Starting to rub soft circles onto your skin, he kissed your shoulder. “How do you feel?”

Emitting a sigh of content, you hum, “like I could run ten laps. Of course, not physically right now but internally? Yeah”. Snickering when his laugh vibrated against your body, you lifted your head. “What about you hm?”

“Feel the exact same”. You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips before resting your head back on his shoulder.

After cleaning up and getting comfortable under the covers now, you draped your leg over his hip. You focused on his chest, eyes absentmindedly following the movement of your finger trailing side to side. With his head slightly tilted down to see you clearly, Cameron was staring. He held onto your thigh, pondering over the proper way to make things official. Assuming that was already clear and asking outright at the moment both seemed too casual for options but he needed you to know he was serious. Breaking the silence, he blurted, “Can I take you out on a date today?” Heart rate speeding up when you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze, he cleared his throat, adding “in the evening I mean. For dinner if you’re free…?”

Lips curling into a smile, you noticed the thread of nervousness in his voice. Refraining from making a joke, you simply nodded, “and where will we be going?”

“I have a new place in mind. I promise you’ll like it though”.

“Oh, I see…”, you squinted, humming in response. “You must be trying to surprise me if that’s all the info I get”.

“I am”. He chuckled, “don’t expect me to tell you, it’s not going to work!”

You were well versed in pulling information out of him. “I won’t pry, I swear!” Despite his words, it would be extremely easy to get it out of him if you persisted. Deciding against doing so, you’d let him have this one and simmer in your curiosity until later. Your face subtly began to morph into concern when you spotted his eye bags. Making sure you were seeing properly, you tipped his chin downward, getting a closer look. “Have you been sleeping…?”

He hesitated before voicing, “Yeah”.

“Cam…”

His eyes briefly glanced away. “I have… not well but I have”. Seeing a small frown develop now, he tried to offset the mood with a laugh. “What? How bad do they look?!”

“It’s not that they look bad, I just— “, you paused, moving your hand back down to his chest. “I didn’t think you’d be losing sleep”.

“Shit I already knew when I left that night. Was gonna call you out of reflex so many times but I was really trying to give you space”. Breaking into a fit of laughter, you leaned against him, hiding your face. He began laughing with you, confused at your reaction. “What?”

After your laugh died down, you moved back, admitting, “I was too. I almost caved on like the third day, but I figured you wouldn’t feel like talking and I didn’t know what to say…”

“So, we went two weeks…” Briefly exchanging a similar look when the realization set in that the misery was mutual, you both immediately broke into a fit of laughter. “That can never happen again. Everything felt off during that time”.

Cameron chuckled when you extended your pinky. “Promise me right now that if we ever find ourselves no contact again, one of us will break the ice if it reaches three days”.

“I’m never letting that happen again but— “, he connected your pinkies, “I promise”. You leaned in, pressing a kiss on them to seal the deal. He did the same, muttering, “just for good measure”, before giving your lips a peck. Smiling against his mouth, you gave him another. Then one more until he caressed your cheek, pulling you closer.

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Your eyes drifted to the clock. 9:32 pm. Ledger was about 12 minutes past his eta now. Before you could pick up your phone to call, you heard the familiar sound of his truck pulling into the driveway. Rolling off the couch you made a beeline for the door, opening it to see him walking up with bags of groceries in both hands. You silently watched with a soft smile, waiting for him to explain. When he met your eyes he gave you the same expression, shaking his head as he began his declaration. “I’m sorry, I know I’m late!”

You moved to let him past, absentmindedly shutting the door before following him to the kitchen. Once he set the bags down, he made his way over to you. Circling your waist to pull you close, he dipped down, placing a lingering kiss on your lips. Leaning into his touch, your hands trailed along his chest. Giving your hip a reassuring squeeze, he parted. “To make up for having to reschedule tonight, I figured we can still have one here”.

Ledger informed you sometime in the morning that your date night would have to be rescheduled due to a bar emergency. You understood, assuring him that it was fine. And although that was the truth, you missed him during that period. He ended up spending majority of his time—during his day off—at work. It wasn’t often that you two got to spend one day together, even on weekends.

Intrigued, an amused smile came across your features. Raising a brow, you questioned, “oh…? And I assume that’s what the groceries are for?” Your gaze briefly shifted to the bags located behind him before focusing back to see a wide grin forming on his face.

“There’s two more things in the truck”. Ledger left another peck on your lips, urging, “stay right here”, before heading back outside. You listened for about five seconds before your curiosity sparked. Just as you began wandering over to peek into the groceries, you swiftly turned around upon hearing him step into the house. When he rounded the corner, a warm smile formed on your face at the sight. Feeling heat creep up your neck, you glanced down to the products he held. A bottle of your favorite wine and a large bouquet of flowers from the local florist.

Ledger studied your initial reaction, chest warming upon seeing the familiar sparkle in your eyes. Bringing you flowers was nothing new, yet every time he did you adorned the same expression. “For you”, he gestured, handing them over as a small laugh escaped you at the size. You breathed in the scent, expressing your appreciation while you did.

“Thank you. I love them!” Giving him a grin, you turned, setting them down on the counter. Ledger came up behind you, setting the bottle right next to the flowers before snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you back.

Pressing you flush against his body, he mumbled, “you’re welcome”. Shifting his head now, he murmured next to your ear, “and I’m cooking your favorite tonight”.

Settling into his touch, you gently traced along his forearm, resting your head against his chest. Your eyes floated over to the wine, a feeling of anticipation beginning to stir. It never took long for things to get explicit when alcohol was in the equation. Gnawing on your bottom lip for a moment, you pointed out, “I can’t finish the bottle by myself…”. Turning to face him now, you teasingly trailed your hand up his neck. Swiping your thumb across his jaw, you suggestively asked, “you’ll help me, right baby…?”.

Lips curling into a faint smirk, Ledger gave your hip a squeeze, responding, “of course”. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving to put some of the items in the fridge. Nodding in the direction of the bathroom once he was done, he began unbuckling his belt. “You want to join me in the shower?”

“As much as I’d love to…”, you started, briefly pausing as your eyes trailed down to his waist, following the movement. “I took mine right before you came home”.

“that’s alright…”, he said before removing his shirt, slinging it over his shoulder. Giving you one last look up and down, Ledger smirked. “I’ll make sure we can take one together later”.

……….

Nearing the end of dinner now with the wine rapidly decreasing, you had merely suggested that Ledger would lose if you two were to compete and see how long you could hold out before giving in. He swiftly responded with laughter to your claim.

“Why are you laughing? I’m serious!” Feeling the familiar tingle of warmth begin to spread across your body, laughter bubbled out of you in response to his reaction. You had been in the middle of your meal and two glasses in when the thought had come to your mind before mentioning it.

Through his chuckling, he questioned, “you really believe that?”

“Yes, I do! Cmon baby, we both know you’ll break first…”. Keenly studying his face now, you teasingly brushed your foot along his calf under the table. “And we both know it won’t take that long…”. With the buzz from the wine gradually traveling down to your core, you tilted your head, analyzing his body language. Staring at you through dilated pupils, he wet his lips.

“You sure about that…?”

An impish smile gradually forming on your face, you nodded, taking another sip of wine. “What… you don’t think so?”

He tilted his head in the same manner, sending you an amused smirk. “You know how you get”

Raising a brow, you crossed your legs, playfully challenging, “enlighten me”.

He grinned, coaxing, “Come here then”. You hesitated, shifting your gaze in between his eyes. “You said you want to be enlightened baby, come here”. Noting your apprehension, he circled a hand around the chair of your leg, scooting you close. He rested his hand on your knee, leaning in to speak against the shell of your ear. “If I’m correct, you started clenching your thighs after one glass right…?”

When his familiar enticing scent wafted in your direction, you took a deep inhale, feeling the coil of anticipation sink into your core. You fought the urge to move as he ran his hand up, stopping mid-thigh to gently massage your flesh. “Can’t stop thinking about it, can you…?”

Caressing his forearm now, you shifted your face back, faintly brushing your nose along his in the process. You softened your tone, quietly voicing, “can’t help it…”. Eyes lingering on his parted lips for a moment, you gently raked your nails up his arm, moving to whisper in his ear. “Neither can you, hm?” Throbbing uncomfortably in his sweat pants once your voice echoed in his mind, he leaned back in his seat, drinking in the expression that settled on your face.

“The rules…?”, he inquired, tilting his head to add, “need to know what the boundaries are first”. Heat creeping up your neck under his penetrating gaze, you stood up, scooting the seat back to place yourself right in front of him. Making space for you to shuffle closer, he grasped the back of your thighs, gradually massaging his way up. Savoring the cozy sensation simmering throughout your body, you pondered for a moment.

Roaming your hands over his shoulders now, you stated, “we’re allowed to touch—”, pausing when he started caressing your ass. Peering down at him with a coy smile, you clarified, “nothing explicit! But whoever initiates a kiss first loses. Sound fair?”.

Ledger had already decided to partake when it was simply a thought you had voiced, but what fun would it be to admit that when he could tease. “Think I need some convincing baby…”

Tracing your thumb along his jaw now, you sweetened your voice, “Please…?” Humming into his ear, “for me…?” You then placed a kiss on his cheek to seal the deal.

“Think I need more than that before I consider playing…”.

You jokingly pushed at his chest, mumbling out, “you’re irritating!”, before preparing to step out of his grasp. Laughter bubbled out of you when he tightened his grip, chuckling at your response.

“Wait I’m kidding! I want to do it, I promise!”

Happy at the sound of that, you smiled, grasping both his arms, “C’mon then”. Urging him to stand up now, you pulled him in the direction of the living room. “We can watch a movie”.

………..

Settling into the couch now, you draped your legs across his lap, holding eye contact while you took your last sip of wine. Once you set the glass down, an idea flashed through your mind, causing you to abruptly announce, “I’ll be right back”. Ledger gave you a questionable look, watching in amusement as you clumsily walked toward the bedroom.

After what felt like several prolonged minutes searching through your dresser, you found what you were looking for. One of your satin, lace trim nightgowns that stopped mid-thigh. You changed out of your pajama pants and tank top, taking a second to admire your appearance in the mirror. A small smile spread across your features as you began analyzing the gown. Eyes focused on the bow in the center of the deep, v-cut, neck line, they dropped down, viewing the last two bows placed intricately above the small slits located at the bottom of the garment, beginning at your hips.

You were about to make your way back to the living room before remembering the second thing you came for. Swiftly shuffling back around, you quickly grabbed your favorite scent, dabbing a bit on your pulse points. From your own observation, Ledger seemed to love your natural scent regardless of what fragrance you wore but this one proved to be the most tempting. Doing one more once over in the mirror, you finally went out to join him again.

Ledger clenched his jaw when his gaze shifted in your direction. Eyes gradually roaming down your figure, he watched as you sauntered over, settling back into your position. Casually turning your attention towards the tv, you tried to ignore the dull ache forming between your legs at the feeling of his hand traveling along your calf. “You’re not playing fair baby…”

At the sound of his voice, you turned your focus on him, “when have I ever done that, hm?” You tilted your head, offering him a small smile after intentionally grazing your leg along his bulge. The subtle movement causing him to twitch, Ledger began breathing heavy, tightening his grip on your leg. Seeing he was close to breaking, you teased, “already giving in…?”

Still in a haze, he reminded himself to stay on task. Sending you a sly grin, he tapped your legs, motioning he was moving. “I’ll be right back”. You saw him retreat into the bed room before emerging after a couple minutes. The sight caused your heart to race. He had taken off his undershirt and sweats, leaving just his boxers riding dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes briefly lingered on his v line, trailing over to his erection and his happy trail before he took his position on the couch again. Thoroughly forgetting about the movie, you continued to brazenly study his body.

Heat pooled in your core as your gaze drifted down his arm. He knew exactly what his tattoo did to you… clearly, he wasn’t playing fair either. You quietly mumbled, “Ledger…”, catching his attention. He hummed, immediately shifting his head to peer down at you laying in the cushion. “I need another hug baby… I’m cold”.

Repositioning himself to lay in between your legs, he was flush against your body now. You wrapped your arms around his back, tenderly raking your nails along his skin while he rested his head on your breasts. Keeping one arm firmly placed underneath you, he grasped your thigh, slinging your leg over his hip to nestle closer. Ledger paused, squeezing your waist as your fragrance traveled to his nose, drawing him in. You continued the soft motions with your hands, releasing a small, content sigh when you realized your techniques worked.

Lifting his head, Ledger peered down at you through hooded eyes. Tempted through the needy look on your face, his gaze fell to your lips. Deciding to forget about the rules, he leaned in, pressing a light kiss on them before resting his forehead on yours. With a new wave of arousal swirling through your body now, you reconnected, whimpering into his mouth as it grew heated. Gown riding up to your stomach, you cinched your legs, drawing a groan from him when his heavy length rubbed against your folds.

He smoothed his hand up your thigh, kneading the soft tissue while every teasing roll of his hips nudged your clit through the thin lace. You moaned, clutching onto him as each grind caused more warmth to settle in your core. Shifting his head, he deepened the kiss swallowing each small moan you emitted. Beginning to feel lightheaded, you reluctantly parted, softly panting against his lips. Gently cupping your jaw now, Ledger slightly tipped your head to the side, murmuring into your ear, “how do you want me to take care of you tonight, hm…? You want me to fuck you right here or spread you out on the bed?”

Whispering out, “right here”, a tremor ran up your spine at the thought of both options. “We can move to the bedroom later”. Smiling at the sound of that, he grazed his thumb along your cheek. Drawing your face back into view now, he leaned back down for a kiss. Bringing your hand around to trail along his abdomen, a moan slipped out as he nipped at your bottom lip. Growing impatient, you fumbled with the seam of his boxers. Ledger abruptly parted to remove your underwear, dragging the fabric off your legs at an agonizing pace. He then stood to pull his down before you grasped his wrist.

Coming into a kneeling position, you began tugging his boxers down. He absentmindedly caressed your cheek, twitching at the sight as you peered up at him through your lashes. Gaze dropping to his dick, you gave him a light stroke, swirling the bead of precum around his tip before bringing your attention to his face. Voice laced with longing, you expressed, “l want to ride”.

Hand shifting down to your throat, Ledger tipped your chin up with his thumb. “What do you say baby…?” You clenched your legs in response, feeling your arousal seep out as you palmed his forearm now.

Shifting uncomfortably on the couch, you mumbled, “please…?” Cracking a satisfied grin at your response, Ledger took a seat, pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. Circling your arms around his neck, you lifted your hips, letting him align with your entrance before gradually lowering. Simultaneously letting out a noise of pleasure, you dropped your head to his shoulder, pausing to take a breath. You were only halfway down when the twinge from being stretched set in.

Ledger tenderly ran his hands up and down your thighs, bringing one arm up to wrap around your waist, holding you steady. Feeling him place a kiss on your shoulder, you heard his muffled voice ring out, “take your time”. You raised your head, seeking out his lips to soothe the stretch while you continued descending. Hand drifting inward, he rubbed gentle circles on your clit, groaning into your mouth once he was completely inside.

You disconnected, a broken moan slipping out when the pleasure fully rooted deep in your core. Immediately drawing his focus to your jaw, he blazed a trail of open mouthed kisses down to your neck. Releasing a shaky breath, you started a slow pace, biting your bottom lip as you found a steady rhythm. He grunted, palming your ass to help guide you up and down. Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, you canted your hips, coating his length with your arousal.

A loud smack resonated throughout the room when he landed a slap on your ass. The lingering sting spreading a buzz straight through your stomach, you clawed at his shoulder. Spurred on now, you increased your pace, chasing that familiar sensation bubbling under the surface. “Just like that”, he praised, striking the other cheek before massaging the flesh. You moaned, hips faltering a bit as your thighs trembled. “Let me see your pretty face baby, look at me”.

Mouth parted, you listened, shifting your face into frame. Hand flying down to his chest, another tremor ran through your body once he came into your line of sight. Eyes hooded beyond belief and lips swollen, he twitched. Taking in your hazy expression, the state of your hair, and the small, visible love bite beginning to form on your neck, Ledger groaned out, “fuck… you were right”, pausing to let the sound of your whimper hit his ear. “I can’t help it…”, voice breaking into a rasp, “not when you look this perfect”.

Brows furrowing, you struggled to keep your gaze focused. Heart racing at the low tone of his voice, the dizzying feeling in your stomach grew intense. Breath hitching, you began to vocalize, “I’m clo—”, before the peak of your orgasm caught you off guard. Ledger grasped your hips, grinding you back and forth to stimulate your clit, prolonging your climax. He tensed, throbbing as you quivered around him in intervals.

Nuzzling in his neck again, you dug your nails into his abdomen, riding out the wave that traveled throughout your body. Willing himself to hold out until he gave you one more, Ledger clutched your hips, bunching the fabric of your nightgown in his hands. After your breathing evened out, you kissed his shoulder, nipping at the skin with your teeth before going over it with your tongue. He clenched his jaw, cautioning, “baby…” as the pit in his stomach twisted.

Purring in his ear, “It’s only fair I give you one too”, you ran your hand up his chest. “I’m ready to go to the bedroom now…”. Ledger stood, holding you in his tight grasp as he ventured off in that direction. Once he reached the foot of the bed, he carefully pulled out, dropping you onto the plush comforter. Maintaining eye contact, you sensually dragged the thin straps off your shoulders before removing your pajamas entirely, throwing the material off somewhere to the side. You never got tired of seeing his face when you were fully exposed, vulnerable, and comfortable in a way that only he could get you.

Kneeling over you now, Ledger grasped your ankles, kissing each one. He trailed his hands up your calf to part your legs a bit more, pausing once he reached your knees. With his gaze following every movement, he paused, fixating on your right thigh. Rubbing tender circles into the skin, he tilted his head, mumbling as he stared, “I love every mark on your body… each one… but this one right here?” Skimming his thumb across the flesh, he sucked in a harsh breath, adding, “this is my favorite…”.

Briefly lowering your eyes to peer at the small birthmark in contrast with his hand, you looked back up. You felt heat rising up your neck as he fixed his view back on your face. Squeezing his wrist out of need, you grabbed his waist, pulling him in. He groaned into the kiss, hiking your legs around his hips. Moaning as his dick glided along your puffy lips, you detached with a string of saliva to utter, “stick it in”.

He rose, grabbing a pillow next to you as he instructed, “lift your hips”. You listened, raising them so he could place it underneath the small of your back before guiding his length up and down your folds. Slipping in after slapping it on your clit a few times, Ledger shuddered, grasping the underside of your thighs while he watched. “Look how well you take me baby”. You were blissed out at this point, mouth parted just staring at him. The way his biceps flared… how his abdomen flexed with each languid thrust… his focused expression.

Eyes eventually wandering down to where you were joined, you Involuntarily clenched down hard at the sight. The base of his dick was visibly covered with your fluid, beginning to form a creamy ring. Biting your lip to stifle a loud moan, you braced yourself, balling the sheets in your hands. “Don’t get all quiet on me now”. Bending your thighs up a bit more, he muttered, “let me hear how good I make you feel”. The new angle causing him to penetrate deeper, your stomach tensed.

“Oh f-fuck!” A shaky moan passing your lips, another sharp pang of pleasure spiraled up your core. Feeling himself throb underneath your flutters, Ledger increased the speed of his strokes. The obscene wet squelching noise accumulating from each plunge against your walls echoed throughout the room. He watched the way your breast bounced in sync before dropping his gaze again. Your juices had started dribbling onto his skin, creating lingering threads on his abdomen with every slap of his skin.

Twitching at the view, he squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs. “Can’t help but make a mess, can you baby?” Moaning when the raw pitch of his voice rung out, you shook your head. Seeing your eyes begin to drift shut, he cupped your jaw, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip to focus your attention. “Feel so fucking good”. Desperately clinging onto his forearm while your other hand twisted in the sheets, the coil in your stomach tightened. Breath stuttering, your vision blurred.

Quickly losing any thread of restraint he had, Ledger groaned. Swiping his thumb along your jaw, he gripped your wrist, pinning your hand in the sheets. Leaning down to be flush against your body, he fisted his other hand above your head before interlocking your fingers. Immediately embracing him, you clung to his back. Mumbling into your ear, “where do you want me?”, his lips ghosted your cheek.

Locking your legs around him, you whimpered, “inside”. Brows furrowing when you felt his veins become more pronounced, a hushed, breathy, “fuck”, escaped you. Knowing how to send him over the edge, you started sweet talking. “Love feeling you cum… hearing that strain in your voice—”, partially losing your train of thought when he twitched again and his thrusts grew shallow. Eyes snapping shut now, you quivered, “w-when you’re close”. The low, throaty groan he released on instinct caused your orgasm to spark, sending an entire ripple through your body. Following you, his hips stuttered before ropes of cum spilled out.

Writhing underneath him, you dug your fingers into his hand. He slowed his movements, breathing heavily as continued pulsating around his dick. After settling enough to open your eyes, a smile spread on your face when he placed a kiss on your cheek. Once you gave him the signal tap that you were good, he started, “so…”. Coming into your frame of view now, he finished, “this means we can take a shower together now, right…?”

You looked at him for a few seconds before laughing. Nodding at his request, you confirmed, “yes”. Thought coming to mind last minute, you added, “however, on one condition”. Nodding, he waited to hear it. “Admit you lost”, you said, finishing with a smile.

He immediately chuckled, “I’m not a liar baby!” Ledger shook his head, clarifying, “you gave in as soon as you went to go change so technically… you lost!”

Laughing upon hearing that, you corrected, “that’s not the rules! You know you gave in first Ledger!”

“You made up ‘the rules’ on the spot!” Pausing when he pointed that out, you let out a playful, dramatic sigh.

“Ok, fine. How about we both agree we lost??”

Shaking his head in agreement, there was a shred of mischief in his eyes when he went in to press a kiss on your lips to seal the deal. As soon as he parted, he gave you a few seconds to register his words, grinning ear to ear while uttering, “sounds like something a sore loser would say”, before he abruptly started tickling you.

Masterlist

One night. It only took one, slightly drunken night out of a four year friendship for the lines to blur into uncharted territory. Then it turned into a few more until you two had slipped into a comfortable routine. You’d call and he’d show up. Neither of you addressed the fact that it was past the point of just being sex with no feelings involved. It was never just sex.

Trailing back into his bedroom after a warm shower, you made your way over to his closet. After the first few times it happened, Ledger suggested keeping some clothes at his place. Though it was proving to be convenient, you never objected to leaving in his clothes beforehand. In hindsight, the opportunity to casually lounge in his scent when he wasn’t around filled you with comfort.

Sitting up against the headboard, Ledger watched you get dressed from the bed. His gaze casually roamed down your body before he spoke. “You free this Saturday?”

Turning to face him now, you slipped your shirt on, responding, “depends, what time?”

“After my night shift. We can get breakfast in the morning”. Shortly after your arrangement began, Ledger started coming up with ways to get you to stay. Going out for breakfast or lunch easily became a part of the routine as well.

Making your way over to him, you hummed in thought before saying, “I’m tempted”. Once you kneeled right next to him on the bed, he absentmindedly reached for your thigh. You soothingly trail your hand up and down his forearm, adding, “I have a date right before you get off though, so I’ll let you know, ok?”

Unsure he heard correctly, a brief look of confusion flashed across his features. Repeating your words, he slowly questioned, “A date…?”

“A double date actually. I must have forgotten to mention it to you”. As you spoke Ledgers gaze was focused on your face, trying to decipher if you were joking or not. Unable to spot any jest, he tried to ignore the unsettling feeling stirring in his chest.

Calmly speaking, “with who…?”, he gave your thigh a light squeeze. The thought of you being with anyone else, let alone on a date with a stranger, made him weary.

“One of my friends. She’s been seeing this guy for a few weeks now and she thought it’d fun to set me up with one of his friends. I don’t know which one”.

Blinking for a moment, the realization set in that there was a possibility you could end up liking him enough to give him another chance. Maybe loving him if things go well... “And you agreed?”

“Yeah, I mean I figure why not? I’ve never been on a blind date, I think it’ll be fun”. Slightly confused with the sudden shift in energy, you couldn’t make sense of the unreadable emotion in his stare.

He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact for a second before returning his gaze. “You’re being serious right now…?”

Affirming, “Yes, I’m being serious…”, you paused, taking in his expression. You were almost certain there was a hint of hurt behind his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, you softened your tone. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…”.

Urging him to speak, “Ledger…”, you tilted your head. After spending enough time together, you knew his cues.

“I didn’t know you were dating, that’s all”.

“I’m not ‘dating’ anyone right now, I’m just going on one date”.

“And you’d be cool with me going on dates…?”

Taking another pause, the thought caused a twinge of discomfort, but you brushed it off. “You’re single aren’t you…? Why would I have a problem with that…?”

He stared blankly for a moment, just analyzing your response until cracking a small knowing grin. “You didn’t answer the question”.

Reluctantly, you answered, “yes, I’d be perfectly fine with you going on dates”, disregarding the pit churning in your stomach from the mere notion of him being with anyone else but you.

“Ok then. Good to know”.

That following Friday, Ledger barely spoke to you. It was completely lost on you why this was suddenly an issue. Both of you agreed in the beginning that nothing would change with your friendship. Things would remain the same. Up until this point, you were under the impression there were no feelings involved. At least on his part.

Ledger was keeping busy to stay distracted. To stop the spiraling in his mind after that conversation but it didn’t help. Nothing helped. Somewhere along the way, things shifted for him. Well before sex was in the equation actually. He was lying to you now, guilt eating away at him the more he led you to believe everything was just casual. Any platonic feeling had long vanished, gradually turning into something he thought would wear off. The risk of losing you now if he was honest far outweighed the truth.

Saturday night

Roman’s voice cut through the atmosphere as he caught Ledgers attention. Once he looked over at him, Roman nodded in the direction of the door.

Finishing up a refill, he passed it off to the customer before quickly glancing up. It was you. Heart skipping a beat, you spared him a brief look, swiftly breaking eye contact while making your way through the bar. Ledger clenched his jaw, zoning in on your date. You had urged them to go to another bar but to no avail, this was their “favorite” one.

He watched as you trailed over to the pool table, conversing with your friend along the way. Feeling his stare, your heart raced with each passing step. Unable to ignore the feeling gnawing inside, you halfway listened to her ranting about the poor service at the restaurant you came from, humming in agreement. Once you reached the pool table, you excused yourself while your dates set it up for a game.

Brushing through the crowd of people to reach the bar, you stopped right in front of him. Gaze momentarily wandering down your figure, taking in your appearance, he neutrally asked, “What can I get for you?”

“Lemon drop please”. You stood there, absentmindedly tapping on the bar as you waited. An uncomfortable silence settling, you peered around the bar.

“How’s your date?”

Bringing your attention back to his face, you truthfully answered, “it’s… ok”. And it was ok. Just ok. Though there were no apparent issues, something was missing. He wasn’t Ledger.

Ears perking up at the sound of that, he prodded, “really? That’s it?” Lips curling into a slight smirk, a small wave of relief washed over him when he heard your tone.

“Yeah. He’s ok, more than ok actually but…”, you shrugged, glancing down when the thought crossed your mind. You swallowed before truthfully speaking, “…Just not for me I guess”.

Sliding the drink towards you, he spoke, “on the house”, giving you a warm smile. Softening his tone, he leaned in to add, “Let me know if you need to talk later, ok?”

Taking a small sip, you nodded. “I will. Thank yo-”

“You alright?”

Ledger glanced over at the unfamiliar voice that cut you off, shifting his gaze down to see he had circled an arm around your waist. Blinking at the gesture, his jaw tightened.

Drawing your attention to your date, you affirmed, “just grabbing a drink, let’s go”, offering a short smile before leading him away, avoiding an awkward interaction at all costs. You swiftly turned to head back to the pool table, catching a glimpse of Ledgers stoic expression at his nod of acknowledgment.

Upon hearing the sound of Roman snickering, Ledger spared him a glance, seeing a telling grin spread across his features. Shaking his head in response, he resumed tending to the bar, briefly looking in your direction as the night went on. Your eyes began to wander every time you felt his piercing stare settle on you. Around the third time you looked over, an unpleasant pit stirred in your stomach. The sight of him smiling and laughing with a group of women huddled at the bar bothered you more than you would’ve thought.

Maybe it was the drink giving you a new found boldness, but you decided to tease him a bit as a result. When your turn came around for pool, you kindly asked your date for help. “Am I holding it correctly?” In response he shuffled behind you, helping line the stick properly while he mumbled pointers. Fully tuned out to his voice and the commotion of the bar, you gradually bent into position, intentionally brushing against him.

Sparing another look, Ledger blinked at the scene unfolding in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest as you held eye contact. Completely focused on you now, a playful smile ghosted your lips before you shifted your attention. Taking a small moment to analyze the position of the cue balls, you took your shot. Once you were done you stood back up, watching as each one smoothly fell into place. You ended your turn with a modest smile. Without thinking, Ledger immediately started moving towards you.

“Damn are you sure you don’t play pool?”

As your friend exclaimed, “girl what the fuck was that?! You never told me you played like this!”, you heard your date whistle in the background.

Amused, you laughed at her statement, fondly remembering when Ledger taught you. Letting out a small laugh, you responded, “I don’t, I swear!” While it wasn’t a lie, it wasn’t completely true. You don’t actively play pool, but you’ve refined the skill. The night he brought you to the bar after hours, you two stayed, simply practicing until you were satisfied with your progress. He refused to leave before you mastered your “party trick”, as you called it.

Finishing your drink now, you resumed conversation with them. You were momentarily distracted, laughing along with your friend at a joke that was cracked until a distinct voice rung out against your ear. “I need to speak with you”. Glancing up in his direction, the look in his eyes sent a faint flutter through your stomach. Briskly shifting your attention to the group, you excused yourself.

Mumbling, “I’ll be right back”, he had already snaked an arm around your waist, whisking you away towards the back. You initially thought he was stopping at the office, but he continued moving through the bar. Questioning, “where are we going?”, you received no response. When Roman briefly passed by, Ledger called his name.

“You good with closing tonight?” Peering between you two in amusement, Roman nodded in response. Confusion warped across your features as Ledger guided you out the back door. Once he reached his truck, he opened up the passenger side, instructing in a steady tone “get in”. You stood there, slightly in awe, just blankly staring as you took in his demeanor. He had never been so adamant with you before. When you didn’t move, he repeated himself. “I’m not playing, get in the truck”.

Broken out of your daze now, you began moving, stepping into the truck with his assistance. Crossing your legs, you fought the urge to smile, biting on your bottom lip as a thrill of adrenaline coursed through you. Occasionally peering over at him during the drive, your eyes wandered down his body, focusing on his arms. You clenched your thighs in anticipation, remaining quiet for the rest of the ride as your mind drifted.

Feeling your gaze on him, Ledger glanced over, resolve dropping a bit when he saw your expression. Reaching out for your hand, he brought it towards his lips, placing a lingering kiss before interlocking them in your lap. Heart swelling at the gesture, you soothingly trailed your free hand up and down his forearm. Though neither of you had spoken yet, the energy was evident.

Once he pulled into his driveway he walked over to your side, opening up the door to help you step down. Circling an arm around your waist again, he kept you close as you walked, momentarily separating to unlock the door. Having been to his place several times at this point, it was lost you why this visit felt so different as soon as you crossed the threshold.

You shuffled your heels off before walking further, stopping to stand next to his coffee table. After locking the door Ledger paused, leaning against it for a moment as he watched you, contemplating on what to say. Each of you stared at one another in compulsion, just waiting for the silence to break.

After several beats, you whispered, “you said you needed to speak to me…”

Ledger let another thread of silence pass before speaking. “Are you happy…?”

Heart rate speeding up at the sound of that, your brows furrowed as his question registered. Upon seeing your puzzled expression, he rephrased himself. “Do I make you happy?” He spoke in a steady tone but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes while he waited for your response.

“Of course I am…”. Your heart twisted at the thought of him questioning that to any degree. Adding with a quiet voice, “You always do… you know that”.

Taking a few cautious steps toward you, he pleaded, “Then tell me what you need…”. Gradually closing the distance with each word, he continued, “Tell me and I’ll be that for you, I promise”.

Feeling a small lump form in your throat from his words, you took a step back, looking down as you placed your hand on the arm of the couch for stability. “Ledger…”

Just inches away from you now, he cupped your cheek. “Give me a chance to show you how serious I am about you”. Gently tracing his thumb along your skin, he lowered his voice. “Please…”. You brought your hand up to grasp his forearm, leaning into his touch. “Let me be the only one baby… you know I’ll take care of you.” Faintly swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, his gaze dropped, lingering on your mouth for a moment. He softened his tone, adding, “always will”. Ledger stood there, the sound of his heart beat pounding against his ear drum gradually rising as he waited for you to say something. Anything.

Hesitant to immediately believe him, you scanned his face, searching for any hint of insincerity. When you saw nothing but honesty, you placed your free hand on his abdomen, trailing up towards his chest. You paused, feeling the soft thrum under your fingertips, taking note as his heart beat quickened. Shifting your focus to his lips now, you quietly urged, “come here”.

Circling an arm around your waist, he listened, dipping his head down to meet your lips. Stumbling flush against him now, you squeezed his forearm, letting out a small moan at the motion. Still unsatisfied with the level of closeness, Ledger brought his hands down, gripping the back of your thighs to pick you up with ease. It was habitual now. Even reaching a point where you no longer jumped or detached from him, he’d simply wrap you around his body.

Naturally latching onto him, you gingerly drew your nails across his shoulders, coaxing out a muffled groan. You were blissfully unaware he was walking towards the couch until feeling the fabric of his jeans brushing against your thighs. Dress riding up dangerously close to your hips, Ledger ran his hands along the exposed flesh of your thighs. Reluctantly detaching for air, your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him, a sense of familiarity washing over you. Lips parted, he stared, fully unaware his eyes conveyed the same sentiment. Clearly now.

Thursday wasn’t the first time you had seen it. Ledger would avert his gaze before you took notice, but you caught glimpses. The brief occurrences seemed to increase after you started sleeping together however you never questioned it. Not until recently.

Tenderly trailing a hand down to his bicep, you quietly asked, “how long?”, analyzing his features in the process. Giving a reassuring squeeze, you repeated yourself, “how long have you felt like this?” Ledger shifted his gaze, hesitating as the first moment flashed through his mind. Upon seeing his apprehension, your grasp on his shoulder drifted towards his neck to gently cup his jaw. “Tell me the truth”.

Unable to look away now, Ledger was quiet for another second before speaking. “You remember the night I taught you how to play pool…?” Words registering in your mind, you tentatively nodded. Your heart rate sped up once it dawned on you that happened two years ago. “And how it ended…?” You nodded again, a faint smile gracing your lips.

“After I fell asleep on your couch, you put me in your bed at some point, but I ended up waking up in the middle of the night”. A small laugh bubbling out as the memory came up, you exclaimed, “You looked so uncomfortable, I had to beg you to sleep in the same bed because you wanted to give me space!”

Cracking a grin as he listened, Ledger shook his head, letting out a slight chuckle when you finished. Once his laughter dissipated, the feeling settled deep in his chest. “I didn’t want you to leave that morning…”. Occasionally rubbing small circles into your skin while he palmed your thighs, he gave you a gentle squeeze, voice almost above a whisper, “I still don’t”.

Heart skipping a beat at his admission, you traced along his jaw, brushing your thumb across his bottom lip. Ledger tightened his grip, the pressure building in his jeans steadily becoming uncomfortable. The expression on his face sent a ripple through your stomach. You laid a peck on his cheek, repeating the action before placing a lingering one on his lips.

Disconnecting, you teasingly dragged your hand down his arm. Gazing between your eyes, his view dropped down to your mouth before he eagerly leaned back in. Palming your ass now, he groaned, shifting your hips closer. You ground against him, hands drifting toward his chest to push him back into the cushion. A sharp wave of arousal spread through your body as you deepened the kiss.

Feeling the ache settle deep in your core, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, dipping underneath to feel his skin. Reading your cues, Ledger partially disconnected to lift it over his head. One of his arms rounded your waist, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as you soothingly ran your nails along his upper back. He nipped at your bottom lip, smoothing over the spot with his tongue, sending another spiral of pleasure through you.

Focus shifting to your jaw, he planted lingering kisses as he made his way down your neck. Moving at an agonizing pace, he took his time licking and sucking along your skin. Eyes drifting shut when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, a breathy moan fell from your lips. Ache growing unbearable now, you clenched around nothing, letting out a shaky breath. You were on the verge of pleading before he stood up, firmly keeping your legs wrapped around him now.

Placing several kisses along his cheeks while he beelined for the bedroom, a small smile ghosted your lips when you felt his forming. You teasingly nipped at his jaw before whispering against the shell of his ear. “I missed you by the way”.

Feeling a hint of satisfaction swell in his chest, Ledger grinned. “I know”.

Once he reached the foot of the bed, he set you down before sitting at the edge. Making space, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. Your hands resting on his biceps traced along his skin. He peered up through hooded eyes, quietly adding, “I can promise, I missed you more though…”. Thighs clenching in response, you took a small step back, gradually sliding your dress straps off while he watched. Maintaining eye contact as you closed the distance, Ledger ran his fingers along the spine of your zipper. With a gentle tug, the dress slid off your figure, pooling around your feet.

Now left in just your underwear, you moved to settle back onto his lap, roaming your hands up his chest to pull him in for a kiss. Returning with the same fervor, he groaned, palming your thighs to shift you closer. Hands wandering down to undo his belt and drag his zipper down, you parted from him as the kiss grew heated. Dipping in to teasingly stroke him through the thin fabric of his boxers, he twitched under your palm. You faintly ran your thumb along the head of his dick, mumbling against his lips, “why don’t you show me how much hm…?” Whispering the last part directly into his ear, “I won’t believe it until you do”.

Patience snapping, Ledger stood, dropping you onto the bed as he removed his pants. Body thrumming with anticipation, you crawled up the bed, watching him intently. When his length came into view, you bit your bottom lip upon seeing a bead of precum forming. Even though you were well acquainted with his size, he still managed to awe you. He hovered above you now, grabbing your ankles to pull you toward the middle of the bed. Unhurriedly dragging your underwear off, he began pressing pecks along your legs, traveling down to your inner thighs. Inching his way closer, he sucked and nipped at your skin, holding steady eye contact.

Deciding it was enough teasing when the need in your eyes sparked something primal in him, he parted your thighs wide, slotting himself in between. All it took was one long glide of his tongue from your entrance to your clit before his control completely vanished. The flutter in your core when he dipped into your entrance made you involuntarily clench around his tongue. Breath shifting, you braced yourself, hands sprawling in the sheets as he repeated the action.

Keeping a firm grasp, Ledger planted your thighs flush against his face, swirling his tongue around your clit. Grabbing hold of his forearm, your breath came out in soft pants as his pace increased. With each pass coaxing more arousal, he’d bring you close to edge, stopping to savor your taste. Bringing two fingers to your entrance, he shifted his other hand to press down against your navel. Parting just enough so that you could hear him clearly, he urged, “you know I need more”.

You weren’t able to fully register his statement until he slid his fingers in, resuming the relentless pace. Back arching, your hand flew to his head tracing along his scalp. Vision blurring as he curled them inside, a broken moan spilled out. “Fuck, r- right there”. He knew your body well. Too well at this point. Maintaining the calculated rhythm he set with his mouth, he slowed the movement of his hand, intensifying the pressure building deep in your core.

Fluttering around him, your head fell back onto the mattress. A few more strokes was all it took for your orgasm to spread throughout your body. Breath faltering, your hands clutched the sheets as he continued his actions. When your thighs started trembling, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He barely gave you a moment to ride the wave, greedily coaxing more fluid out of you, groaning at the taste. Body writhing underneath him now, he held your thighs, firmly keeping them in place.

Eyes drifting shut, your hand flew down to his head again, unsure of whether you wanted to push him away or hold on. The pleasure coursing through your veins becoming too much, you meekly pleaded, “w-wait, I’m—”, before another sharp wave of arousal hit. Grasping at his arm again to get his attention, you attempted to push at his head.

Finally letting up, Ledger lifted his head, rubbing reassuring circles along your thighs. “You, ok?” You were quiet for a moment, lips parted while taking in his appearance. Eyes lingering on the arousal glistening off his lips and beard, the daze in his eyes sent a fresh twinge of desire straight to your core. You caressed his cheek, giving a small nod of confirmation.

Pressing kisses along your thighs again, Ledger made his way up your body, stopping at your breasts. His hands followed, gradually moving towards your hips. Grazing his teeth across your nipple, he soothed the sensation with his tongue. Letting out a small moan, you loosely wrapped your legs around his waist. He gave your other breast the same attention, dick twitching against your thigh as he did.

Gently running your hands across the side of his abdomen, you paused, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck. The heat simmering in your stomach intensified with every pass of his lips. Pulling him in for a kiss as soon as he reached your jaw, you pressed his hips flush against you. He groaned, gliding along your wet pussy before lining himself up. Pushing forward, he slid in inch by inch. Whimpering at the sensitivity, your hand wandered over, feeling his muscles tense under your palm.

Rubbing the flesh on your thigh before giving them a squeeze, he murmured against your lips, “f-fuck, you feel that baby?” Ledger started delivering slow, deep thrusts, emphasizing each one as he sunk back in. Blinking up at him in a daze, you released a lengthy exhale, nodding in response. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, gently tracing his thumb along your jaw. Speaking directly into your ear, “you believe me now, don’t you?”

You moaned, clenching around his length. Through a hushed tone, you mumbled, “I believe yo—”, cut off by a sharp moan. A swift roll of his hips caused him to brush along the spongy part inside you. As your mind went blank, your eyes drifted shut, focusing on the acute tingle forming in your core. Ledger twitched, both of you growing quiet while the obscene wet sound emitting from each plunge of his dick filled the room. Clawing down his shoulder, your mouth parted as he gradually increased his speed.

Voice breaking into a rasp, he uttered, “That’s it? You want me right there baby?”

You pleaded, “f-fuck, don’t stop”. The rasp in his tone sparking another swirl of arousal, you whimpered, locking your legs around him, keeping him as close as possible. “Keep talking, p-please”.

“Is that why you were quiet earlier? You were focused on my voice?” Unable to form any coherent sentences, every word he spoke drew you closer to the edge. “I effect you that much hm? You could cum just from this?” Heat flaring in his abdomen, he throbbed as your tremors became frequent. Rolling his hips again to graze the spot, you released a harsh moan. “Meant everything I said… I—”, he paused before the words could slip out, pressing kisses along your neck instead. The last thing he wanted to do was scare you.

You praised, “you feel s’good, so-”, moaning as the sound of his skin slapping against yours rung out.

Shifting his head back into frame, he urged, “look at me”. In a fawn-like state now, once his features came into view, your body had a visceral reaction. Hand traveling up the nape of his neck, you brought him down to connect your lips.

Parting after a short moment, you mumbled out, “I love you”, against his lips without thinking. Your breath hitched when the realization came. Dropping your gaze, you involuntarily fluttered around his length when the feeling swelled in your chest.

As soon as Ledger registered what you said he tipped your chin back up, “say it again”. He drifted his hands down, slightly elevating your hips to meet his strokes.

The new angle causing his dick to repeatedly curve along your sensitive walls, you dug your nails into his skin, wailing, “oh f-fuck!”

Leaning beside your ear again, he released a throaty groan. Voice completely hoarse now, he instructed, “Say that shit again, tell me how you feel”.

Eyes beginning to roll back, the words tumbled out of you, “I love you, love being with yo-”. Choking on your sentence, tears threatened to spill when the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard. Thighs trembling, you contracted around his length hard, feeling him sink back in once more before he twitched. Drawing out a deep groan from Ledger, his muscles tensed as ropes of cum coated your walls. You pulsed, clinging onto him while the waves of warmth pooled at your core, seeping onto his skin.

Ledger softened his grip, waiting for your breath to even out before pressing a kiss under your ear, voicing “I love you too”.

Day 2

Finally getting the chance to watch the sunset, you two settled on the beach. Sitting comfortably in front of him, you rested your head against his chest, Cameron absentmindedly soothed his hand up and down your thigh. For a moment you enjoyed the view in silence, just overlooking the ocean as the sun gradually went down. While you pondered on the last few weeks leading up to the Super Bowl, the thought of a conversation you shared with him crossed your mind. Breaking the silence, you questioned, “you didn’t doubt yourself, did you…?”, trailing your fingers along his. Cameron paused, placing his hand on top, lacing your fingers together.

“No, I remembered our talk”. A slight chuckle escaped him at the thought. “By the way, I meant it for real when I said I can’t lose when I think about you. My lucky charm for real”. Laughing at that, you felt heat creep up your neck when the fresh memory flashed through your head. Jokingly, he added, “You’re laughing but I’m dead serious. You forgot what I said last night…?”

Amused, you expressed, “No, I know you are. Trust me I haven’t forgot what you said”.

He gave your hand a light squeeze before questioning, “You sure baby? You need a refresher?”

A wave of arousal spread through your stomach when you heard the edge in his voice. “No need, I remember”.

“Ok”. You could hear the satisfaction in his voice once he realized he got under your skin. Spotting the slight movement of your thighs clenching, a small grin appeared on his face. It was so subtle he would’ve missed it if he hadn’t been staring your hands. You were staring too, gnawing at your lip when it dawned on you that you hadn’t seen his ring up close yet.

“Can I see the ring?” Cameron disconnected his hand, extending it so you could get a closer look. The glint of the diamonds and the vibrant colors were captivating but the size of it struck you. Admiring how it looked on him, you took that opportunity to trace his veins. He’d already expressed he won’t be wearing it unless it’s for a special occasion but at this moment your mind was reeling with visions of him wearing it for you alone.

Oblivious to your thoughts, Cameron noted your interest. “I can get you a matching one”, he blurted out.

Momentarily taken out of your head, there was a flash of confusion on your features as you snickered at his declaration. “And how exactly do you plan on getting me a matching Super Bowl ring…?”

“…Ok it won’t technically be matching at all, but it’ll be the same size”.

Amused, you laughed at the gesture. “Cam as sweet as that is I promise you I do not need a ring this big”. Both laughing after you said that, you pointed out, “this size looks good on you though… I think it’s fitting”.

“Yea?”

You nodded, “Mhm”.

Cameron cupped your jaw, gently tilting it to the side to guide your lips towards him. Grasping his forearm now, you shifted your body to face him, deepening the kiss. The sunset was long forgotten as the ripples throughout the water faintly hit the shore in the background. Just before crossing that threshold, Cameron pulled away, swiping at your bottom lip with his thumb. His gaze followed the movement before peering back up to meet your eyes. “I’ll take you ring shopping when we get back, let you choose the size you want”.

A warm smile spread across your face when the words rung out. Straddling him now, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Any color hm...?”

He massaged your thighs, staring for a moment as a small grin appeared on his face. “Any color you want”. Smile widening at the sound of that, you placed a peck on his cheek before finding his lips. His hands wandered to your ass, squeezing the flesh to grind you against him.

A moan caught in your throat when you felt the imprint of his ring against your skin. Breath hitching, you parted from him, grasping his wrist. Feeling a wave of arousal stir in the pit of your stomach, you paused your movements. Tracing his arm, you teasingly asked, “Keep the ring on tonight…?” There was an unreadable flash of emotion in his eyes as the request left your lips before an eager grin broke out on his features.

“C-cam I’m close”. A breathy whine escaped you when he slid his tongue in your entrance. He had your thighs locked around his head while keeping firm pressure on your navel. His free hand dug into your thigh as you started writhing under him to match the speed of his tongue.

Shifting his focus now, Cameron trailed his tongue up to your clit. Back arching when you felt his groan vibrate against your skin, you whimpered. One hand was twisted in the sheets while you frantically searched for his wrist to grasp. Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, a pitchy moan followed as he increased his pace. Urging, “don’t sto—”, you fell silent before you could finish.

Your thighs trembled beside his head as your orgasm spread throughout your core. The taste only spurred him on. Cameron didn’t stop his movements until you meekly pushed at his head. He would go all night trying to get as much out of you as he possibly could if you let him.

Finally lifting his head, he peered down at you with a sated expression on his face. Your eyes drifted down his chest, zoning in on the bead of precum forming at his tip. Feeling a fresh wave of warmth swirl in your stomach, you met his eyes again. With a soft smile, you announced, “my turn”.

“Fuck, just like that baby”.

Cameron’s dick nudged the back of your throat as your head bobbed down again. He let out a strangled groan as you continued your movements at a teasing pace. You peered up at him through your lashes, moaning at the sight. Leaning against the head board, Cameron held steady eye contact. The vulgar sounds from the spit accumulating had begun to fill the room as you increased your pace.

Mouth parted, he watched you through hazy eyes. Clenching your thighs under his gaze, you felt heat pool in your core. Catching the slight shift in movement, Cameron grinned. Feeling him twitch against your tongue, you hollowed your cheeks, gently trailing your nails across his abdomen. His grip in your hair tightened before he lifted your head, guiding you up towards his face. You eagerly met his lips, using your hand to continue the steady pace you set with your mouth.

His hand trailed down to your jaw, keeping you in place as he circled his free arm around your back, scooting your body flush against him now. Ceasing your movements, you shifted your hand to grasp his forearm. Parting from him, you bit your lip for a moment when your pussy brushed against the underside of his length. Cameron tilted your head, pressing lingering kisses along your jaw as he made his way down to your neck.

Trailing your hand up to squeeze his bicep, A small whimper escaped you after a harsh suck. Desperate for friction, you attempted to roll your hips but his hold around your waist prevented you. “Patience baby”.

Cameron repositioned you flat onto your stomach, placing a couple pillows under you to elevate your hips. “Comfortable?” You nodded in response, mumbling out a yes. After the confirmation, he admired the view when you swayed your hips. He slid his length up and down through your lips, nudging your clit in the process before aligning and plunging in one thrust.

Hands twisting in the sheets, a hushed, “fuck” fell from your lips when he started a dizzying pace. Your body shook with each thrust as he kept a firm grip on your hips. Cameron was in a daze. His eyes shifted back and forth, watching the glisten on his dick along with the bounce of your ass. Your moans laced with the sound of his skin hitting yours grew in volume.

“Wish you could see yourself baby. Look so fucking beautiful like this.” His hand trailed over the curve of your ass while he continued. “Always look beautiful when you take this dick.” He shifted his body, placing his fists in the sheets while he leaned close to speak against the shell of your ear. “When you take what’s yours”.

Fluttering around his length, a broken moan escaped you in response. His low groans traveled straight to your core, settling deep in the pit of your stomach. The slight shift now caused him to slip deeper, bringing you closer to the edge. Your hand desperately clawed at the sheets before wrapping around his wrist to anchor yourself.

Before you could react, Cameron retracted his body and pulled you up with him in the process. One hand snaked up to wrap around your neck while the other firmly held your hip, gliding back in effortlessly. Having no time to reorient yourself, you grasped his forearm as his thrusts grew wild. Letting out a broken moan, you wailed, “F-fuck right there, right—!”

Your head lolled back against his chest as he started applying light pressure to your throat. That paired with the indent from his ring pressing into your hip sent a spark of pleasure through you straight to your pussy. Feeling yourself slip deeper into the sensation, your hand flew down to grab his. Words jumbling together now, you moaned, “s’good, feels s-so-”.

Cameron grunted at the feeling of you contracting around his length. Sliding his hand on top of yours, he interlocked them in place. “Swear I was made just to make you feel like this”. Your mind went blank with every thrust and word he chimed in your ear. Tipping your head up to the side, he continued coaxing you. “Just to feel you cum around me”.

Your nails dug into his skin as the pressure in your stomach grew. “I got you baby, let it go”, was the last thing you heard before the heat of your orgasm washed over your entire body. Eyes rolling back, you trembled in his grasp from the intensity. Thrusts coming to a halt, Cameron groaned. Twitching inside you twice, ropes of cum followed. His climax sent small aftershocks through your core while you spasmed around him.

After a minute Cameron’s voice rung out. “You good?” It took several moments for your breathing to steady before you could muster a small nod against him. Once he got confirmation he gently laid you back down so he could turn your body. You gave him a soft smile when his face came into view. He got up, giving you the same expression while wrapping your arms around his neck manually. Uttering, “you already know the drill, hang on”, carrying you to the bathroom.

Day 3

Cameron let out a low whistle when he saw you approaching the pool. A small laugh escaped you at his reaction. Gradually making his way over to the steps, his gaze followed each step you took. Once you reached the railing he extended his arm, guiding you into the water with his assistance. You hesitated for a moment when your foot dipped into the water and felt the chill.

“It’s cold Cam, you said it was warm!”

He chuckled seeing your apprehension. “I’ll warm you up, come here”. Grabbing your waist, Cameron pulled you into the water before you could protest. Gasping at the sudden temperature change, you Immediately circled your arms and legs around him as if that would automatically knock the chill off. His laughter rung in your ear while he held the underside of your thighs. “See? It’s not that bad, is it?!”

“It’s still freezing actually”.

“You’re lying now”.

“You lied first”.

He let out a small chuckle at your quickness. “Fair”.

Cameron slowly walked through the water until he reached the opposite end of the pool. You two quietly enjoyed the subtle rippling sound of the waves in the background before he broke the silence. “You cool with just relaxing here tomorrow?” Shifting your gaze between his eyes, a content smile spread across your face in response. “What?”

“Just happy to hear that is all. You haven’t relaxed in months!”.

Cameron laughed, shaking his head as he responded, “months is crazy, that’s not true”.

“Name the last time you actually relaxed”. Suddenly drifting into deep thought to remember, Cameron was quiet. You laughed, “exactly! Either way though, I’m more than ok with doing that tomorrow”. Your mind wandered before realization set in. On the rare occasions you and Cameron could spend an entire day unwinding, the difference in his demeanor was subtle but there. “Looking forward to the reminder of how you act when you’re completely relaxed”.

Slightly raising his brow in amusement, he let out a small chuckle. “Oh?”

“Might even give you a brief massage if you’re lucky… we’ll see though”.

“Just a brief one…?” He then feigned a hurt expression while releasing a grimace. “My muscles are sore baby, I think I need more than that”.

Bubbling with laughter now, you jokingly replied, “Already requesting a longer one when I only said I ‘might’ give you one?! Just like that, your luck has ran out!”

Chuckling in response, he spoke through his laughter, “Damn just like that for real?!”

Casually shrugging your shoulders you hummed, “Mhm”.

You two stayed in the pool for a few more moments just talking about what other activities are on the itinerary before deciding to call it a night.

Day 4

You stirred in your sleep when Cameron began soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh. At some point throughout the night you had shifted your body, turning away from him. Upon feeling the lack of warmth, you instinctually flipped back around, nestling against his side. He immediately circled your waist, pulling your thigh up to rest on his body.

Releasing a faint sigh of contentment as Cameron continued his movements, you were hesitant to fully wake up. You’d be satisfied just spending the day like that. However, your interest peaked when he broke the comfortable silence. “Want to shower together this morning?”

A small smile formed when you heard that. Still partially asleep, you hummed against his chest. “Mhm”.

When you didn’t move at all, Cameron took note. With an edge of amusement in his tone, he questioned, “need a second?” In contrast to him, you were not a morning person. His body naturally adjusted as time went on with his schedule, yours did not.

Letting out another muffled, “Mhm”, you stayed in that position. Faintly smirking, Cameron quietly watched the slow rise and fall of your body until you gradually began to wake up. Once you two finally mustered the energy to leave the bed, you brushed your teeth before getting in the shower.

Beginning to lather soap across his chest, you felt his gaze. You glanced up for a moment, continuing the motion. A knowing smile turned up on your face when you saw the longing in his eyes. Every. Time. No matter the circumstances, whenever you two decided to shower together Cameron made it clear how much you affected him. If it wasn’t vocal, it was his body language.

He returned the same expression before you shifted your gaze back onto his chest. “You look like you want to say something”. Peering up at him again, your hand slowly made its way down his chest. Once you reached his abdomen, you paused, setting the rag down. You waited, giving him a small teasing smile as you coaxed, “what is it, hm?”

“Only been five years since I first met you…”. Cameron palmed your cheek before gently trailing his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze softened, following the movement. “Five years since I knew…”. He thought back to the moment, heart rate increasing as he did.

Cameron trailed his hands down to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. When you did, he turned his body to block the water from hitting you. Circling your arms around his neck, you smiled warmly. “Knew what…?”

“That I’d do anything for you… anything to make sure you’re happy…”. Soothingly rubbing your thighs, his gaze briefly dropped down to your lips. “To keep this smile on your face”.

Feeling your heart swell at his admission, you gently drew your nails across his shoulder. “I am happy”. Pressing a soft peck on his lips, your smile widened. Speaking sincerely, “you’ve done a good job keeping me happy”, your gaze fell to his lips before you leaned in, giving him a lingering kiss.

 Cameron deepened the kiss, giving your thighs a light squeeze as it grew heated. After a few moments, you pulled back to catch your breath. His lips immediately trailed down to your neck, pressing a few more kisses before he carefully set you back down. You two continued the rest of the shower talking about the day you met.

“Cam stay still! I’m not giving you one if you keep moving your body!” A small laugh escaped you as you scolded him. Cameron was laying on his back while you straddled him. You started on his back before having him flip around so you could work your way down his chest. In the process, he’d intentionally shift his body, causing you to slide across his lap. He rested his hands on your thighs, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your skin.

With a grin he joked, “I can’t get comfortable?!”

“You’ve been trying to ‘get comfortable’ five times now, no!” After letting out another laugh, you instructed, “lay your right arm in front of me and stay still!”

“Yes ma’am”. He kept his left hand on your thigh while you lathered some more oil in your palms. His eyes followed your movements as you began rubbing it onto his arm, trailing back down to cost his hand now. You were focused, softly kneading the pressure points in his forearm before transitioning to his bicep.

Cameron shifted his gaze up, brazenly staring at your features. When you began making your way back down his arm, you felt his stare. You met his eyes, smiling at him after catching a glimpse of admiration behind them. Grabbing his hand now, you kneaded it with the same pressure. “Feels good?”

In response, he simply nodded. With each soft glide of your hands, Cameron grew increasingly aware of your position. You subtly shifted your hips, feeling his length harden only five minutes into the massage. Neither of you wanting to succumb yet, you continued the soothing movements.

You grabbed his other arm, starting the same process. He gave your other thigh the same treatment, rubbing small circles into the flesh. At that moment, you chose to glance back up. Seeing the darkened look in his eyes caused heat to pool in your stomach. You quickly focused back on his arm, resisting the urge to move against him for relief. The view of his toned body glistening with oil did nothing but fuel the arousal brewing deep in your core.

Noticing the slight shift in your breathing, Cameron gradually trailed his hand up towards your shorts, slipping it under the fabric to feel the flesh of your ass. You were thoroughly distracted now, abandoning his arm to lightly draw your nails down his abdomen. Groping your soft skin with both hands, his lip curled into a smirk. “No underwear…?”

Nodding, you bit your bottom lip. You wouldn’t be shocked if he felt the wetness threatening to seep through the material. Your hand traveled up towards his neck, playing with his gold chain as you met his gaze now. “More comfortable that way”.

“Really?”

Nodding, you replied, “Yes”. You gave him a playful look before questioning, “what, you don’t believe me?”

Exchanging the same look, he challenged, “Do I believe that’s the only reason…? No”.

“There is no other reason… I can’t just want to be comfortable?”

“No, you can… I want you to be comfortable…”. Eyeing you up and down, he added, “you’re not slick though”.

Tilting your head in an innocent manner, you questioned, “So you think I’m lying…?”

“I know you well enough to know that’s not the only reason so yes…”. Cameron chuckled before adding, “I know you’re lying”.

“Oh?” A knowing smile creeped onto your face as the tension began to shift.

He let out another laugh, coaxing the words out of you now. “It’s ok baby, you know you can tell me the truth”. His eyes dropped to your figure for a moment as he gave you a light squeeze.

You did the same, briefly scaling your gaze down to his happy trail before meeting his eyes again. “I did…”. You tried to subtly move against him to ease the ache settling in your core.

“That’s your final answer…?”

In response you leaned down to press a faint peck on his cheek before whispering, “Mhm”. Just as you were about to pull back and get off his lap, he quickly circled his arm around your waist, keeping a firm hold on you. A small sound of surprise left your mouth when he suddenly flipped your position, wedging himself in between your legs.

“I’m giving you one more chance to be honest baby, you should take it”.

“And if I don’t…?” Cameron ducked down, pressing a kiss under your ear before peppering them down your neck. He took his time, drawing a small moan out of you as he slowly made his way to your chest. Calculated in his movements, he’d do just enough to leave a mark, caressing your thighs in the process.

Gently dragging your fingertips across his sides, you bit your bottom lip. Trying to keep your composure, his thumb inched towards your inner thing before drifting away when he got close. Trailing his nose along your neck he muttered, “you smell so good”. Noticing a shift in your breathing now, he smiled against your skin.

When he lifted his head, the glint of longing in his eyes had you pulling him flush against you to relieve the ache. He dipped back down, kissing each mark he left on your skin before gradually making his way up towards your jaw. Grounding his hips at the same agonizing pace, his length grazed you. The thin fabric from your shorts and his boxers only heightened the pressure settling in your core.

Refusing to give in yet, you bit your bottom lip to stifle any moan that threatened to spill out. Drifting his head away from your neck now, Cameron traced your cheek before thumbing at your lip. Leaning back down, he pressed a kiss against your lips, trailing his hand down to cup your jaw.

Eagerly returning it, you ran your fingers across his back, pressing him closer. When he deepened the kiss you moaned, beginning to feel uncomfortable as the arousal pooled in your shorts. Cameron only pulled away to let you breathe, dropping his eyes to your parted lips. Brushing the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, he urged, “just tell me baby and I’ll give it to you”. Eyes lingering on your mouth for a second, he drew his gaze up.

Cameron had stopped all his movements, staring down at you with a tantalizing glint in his eyes. You held your demeanor all of two seconds before folding. He drove you crazy whenever he did this, so it was only fair to reciprocate. Urging, “Ok… come here”, you gently drew your nails against his sides. Once he leaned in close you confessed, “Wanted you to fully feel what you do to me… how much you affect me”.

“Yea…?”. His eyes shifted between yours before adding, “how much is that…?” eagerly pulling him in for a kiss, you dipped your finger in the waistband of his boxers.

Parting from him, you spoke against his lips, “how much do you want to know that hm…?”. A grin broke out on his face before he lifted his body. Taking that moment to quickly remove your tank top, you then shifted your attention to his boxers. Cameron watched as you gradually pulled them down until his dick sprung out, slapping his stomach in the process. Briefly standing to take the rest off, he took his place back on top of you, sliding your shorts down your legs in an unhurried pace. Slightly pushed past the point of patience, you circled them around his waist, urging him to come close.

He stayed in his position, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze as he prodded, “put it in baby, show me how much”. Listening, you brought your hand down to align him before pressing his hips closer with your legs. A moan fell from your lips at the feeling of him gliding in. Watching while you guided him in, Cameron kept your thighs parted so he could have a clear view. The pressure sent a wave of arousal through your core once he settled inside.  Choosing that moment to look at him, your breath faltered when you made eye contact.

Leaning back down, Cameron wrapped an arm underneath your back, circling your waist while he placed his other one above your head, holding himself up. Coming in for a kiss, he set a slow, steady pace, rocking his hips back and forth. Hands roaming across his back, you moaned into his mouth, drawing him closer. Briefly parting to bite your bottom lip, he increased the pace of his thrusts, deepening the kiss. Groaning when you contracted around his length, he tightened his grip on your waist.

Growing light headed, you parted from his lips, dragging your hand up his back to grasp onto him. Immediately shifting to pepper kisses along your cheek, he released a desperate groan as the wet reverberating sound from his thrusts filled the room. When his face came into view, you mewled out, “Cameron”, pleading while your orgasm started gradually swirling in your core.   

Eyes scanning your face, he questioned, “this is what I do to you?” Silently nodding, your mind grew blank with each lingering thrust. “Say it”. Cameron was quick to spot when you reached the fine line of mumbling out any unfiltered thought before slipping into a state of incoherence. Dropping close to your ear, he enticed, “tell me how much you love it”.

Mumbling out, “you do this to me every day”, the words spilled out of you. The longer you stared up at him in a spacy manner, the more outspoken you became. “Feel like this around you all the time”. Thighs trembling, a breathy, “F-fuck”, escaped you. “C-can’t help it, I love I it, s-so much”. Resolve snapping upon hearing the admission leave your mouth, Cameron let out a low groan as he went in for a kiss. Lips swollen at this point, you fervently returned it, finding a steady rhythm nipping at each other’s bottom lip when breaking for air before going back in for more. Trailing an arm to his broad shoulders, you desperately dragged your nails across the back of his neck.

Snaking both arms under you now, Cameron trailed his hands down to grip your ass, slightly elevating your hips to meet his thrusts. The subtle change caused his abdomen to grind against your clit with each plunge of his dick. Mind quickly descending into the familiar blissful sensation of pleasure, your hand sprawled around pushing at his chest before you clawing at it. Breaking the kiss to release a shaky moan, you cried out, “Oh f-fuck-, Cam!”

Having lost all sense of composure, Cameron grunted, dropping his head to your neck as he began uttering vulgar endearments near your ear. “Cant help it either. You know I cant get enough of you. Can’t get enough of this pussy either”. Keeping one hand in place on his neck, the other shifted, clutching at his side. Thrusts growing relentless now, he twitched, feeling your arousal seep out along his skin with each brush against your clit. Vision blurring, you threw your head back into the pillows. Moaning, you pulsed around him while the sensation stirring in your stomach steadily grew in intensity.

Stuttering out, “f-fuck”, Camerons groan was muffled against your skin. “You know what you do to me baby, don’t you?”. Whimpering, you attempted to nod your orgasm approached. Lifting his head to speak directly into your ear, he coaxed, “cum around this dick, show me how I make you feel”. Eyes swiftly shutting, you arched in his grasp, clawing down his back while heat spread throughout your core, leaving you breathless. Writhing underneath him, your thighs shook. Hips faltering, he tensed, letting out a guttural groan while ropes of cum spilled out. Feeling the warmth of his cum, another wave of pleasure tingled through your body.

Once your breathing had returned to normal you gradually opened your eyes, soothingly trailing your nails along his neck. Shifting his hands down to embrace your thighs, Cameron lazily pulled his head up, gently nudging your cheek in the process. Blissfully relaxed, you gave him a warm smile. “I love you”.

Sporting a similar expression, Cameron rubbed small circles into your skin absentmindedly. “I love you”.

To wind down the night, you two started discussing the future after Cameron, unprompted, began talking about children.

“Five kids?!”

“Yea.”

“Absolutely not.”

Chuckling, he questioned, “Four?”

“You’re serious?”

“Yea! Cmon four’s not bad, that’s an even number”. Giving him an incredulous look, a small laugh escaped you.

“Three max, that’s it!”

“Truth be told I don’t care how many we have, I just want a family with you.”

Gaze softening, you smiled as you traced his jaw. “I do too”. Leaning in to press a lingering kiss on his lips, you mumbled, “three is a good number”.

You and Cameron spent the remainder of the trip soaking in the last little bit of island time that you could. On the last night you two decided to end the day watching the sunset once more. Thoroughly tired from exploring the mainland, you chose to enjoy the view from the terrace in one of the deck chairs.

Comfortably wrapped in his arms, you released a soft exhale as you thought about the week. Remembering how fondly you spoke about the Bahamas when you were recalling your favorite trip, Cameron interrupted your thoughts. “After this trip, how do you feel about this place now?”

“Hmm I love it even more. To be honest, it might just be my favorite place now”.

“I’m taking note of that”. Quiet for a moment, Cameron thought to remind himself to look into buying a permanent residence down here when you two left.

“What about you? We came here to celebrate after all”.

“Oh, it became my favorite place on the first night. We’re coming back for sure.”

Part 1, Part 2 :)

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“You look worried”, Cameron said as he gently traced your cheek.

Letting out a soft sigh you expressed, “You just had a head injury Cam… I am worried”.

“I know. The training is only for a week though, I’ll be ok, I swear”.

“You’ll call if you can, right…?”

Cameron gave you a warm smile, reassuring, “I promise I’ll call you every night, don’t worry, ok?”.

Smiling you responded, “Ok”, before pulling him in for a final hug. After a few moments you pulled back to place a kiss on his cheek. “Have a safe trip”. Cameron returned the gesture before pressing a lingering kiss on your lips.

“I will. I’ll see you in a week!”

Shortly after that, Cameron left for the intensive training retreat. Letting out an exhale, you closed the door behind him. Standing in the living room for a moment, you began ruminating. Of course you were happy this opportunity came up for him, but it was impossible to quell your concern. To you, it didn’t sound like a good idea so soon after his injury, but he assured you he was fine and it’d only be one week. It was only supposed to be one week…

……….……..

You were awoken out of your sleep at two AM when your phone rang. Groggy, you picked it up seeing it was an unknown number. Upon answering, you heard his familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Cam? Hey baby”, you replied before cutting yourself off with a yawn. “How is it?”

“Damn I woke you up? I’m sorry”.

Cracking a small smile at his sheepish tone, you soothed, “it’s ok, I’m glad you did. How are you?”

“Happy to your voice. Today was… I don’t know. It was weird.”

After hearing the unease on his voice, you sat up a bit. “Weird how? Cam what’s wrong??”

Shifting to a hushed tone, Cameron expressed, “I might just be thinking too much into it… but they act weird as fuck around here. His training methods are out there. For real. Plus, my head is killing me right now”.

You were quiet for a second, trying to ease your nerves. “Did you see the medic on standby? Make sure everything’s ok?? Maybe some rest will help”.

“Yeah, I’m about to then I’m going to sleep, just needed to call you”. Cameron let out a tired sigh before adding, “only day one and I’m already exhausted. Looking forward to seeing you soon”.

“Me too”. Your heart clenched at the thought of him overexerting himself.

“I love you”.

“I love you to— “.

“Oh shit, I gotta g— “.

You blinked, staring at the phone in confusion for a moment at the abrupt hang up. Surely everything was fine. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself though that call brewed more worry in you.

……….……..

After a few days had passed with no words, you increasingly grew concerned. You knew there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to check in daily but the last conversation you had continued to replay in your mind. It was also safe to conclude that phones weren’t permitted since he seemed in a rush to end the call. And on the fifth day you finally got confirmation that he was seemingly fine… More than fine actually.

Sometime that evening you received a message from a different unknown number. It was clear the message wasn’t directly from Cameron once you opened the text. Heart dropping at the content, it was a single video of Cameron in his boxers surrounded by other women in bikinis. When you caught a glimpse of champagne bottles, it registered that they must’ve been celebrating. Feeling a lump form in your throat, you turned your phone off. I guess there’s no point in worrying if he’s celebrating.

During the next couple days, you tried to distract yourself, yet the persistent feelings of confusion and disappointment continued. Everything surfaced on the last day when the thought that he could have cheated on you crossed your mind. You didn’t know how to reconcile with the fact that he seemed so eager to get home just a few days ago. Your sadness quickly shifted to frustration once it became clear where his priorities lied. The hurt from him choosing to celebrate with strangers rather than calling to simply let you know everything was fine outweighed any concern you initially felt. Eyes welling with tears now, you knew what you had to do.

……….…….

Still no word on the tenth day now, you prepared yourself to end things if he did end up ever coming back or reaching out. When showering that evening, you ran every possible scenario of how that conversation might go if he showed up in person through your mind. After falling asleep on the couch, you were startled awake at the sound of Cameron’s key fumbling behind the door. Sitting up, you felt the uncomfortable pit settle deep in your stomach. None of the possibilities could account for how things actually ended up going later that night.

You fought back tears as the video and the silence from him thus far flashed in your mind, causing your throat to constrict. Upon him entering, the first thing that caught your eye was the cast on his left arm. The second was the exhaustion on his face and the small smile adorning his features once he saw you. As soon as you made eye contact, a few stray tears slipped out. Breaking the silence, he greeted, “hey”.

You took note of the rawness in his voice as he rounded the couch to sit next to you. You shifted, sliding your legs close to your body to create space and distance. “I’m so sorry… it wasn’t my intention to ghost you. I can explain”. Cameron reached his hand out to rest on your leg before you abruptly pulled it away from him.

Whispering out, “don’t touch me… please”. Your gaze lingered on the spot before shifting up to his face. What if he touched them there too…? Starting to feel more tears stream down your cheeks, you swiped them away. “It’ll only make this harder so don’t”.

He knew he fucked up only calling once but he didn’t think it would warrant this reaction from you. A flash of hurt and confusion crossed Cameron’s features as he pleaded. “Baby… I’m sorry, please”.

“How could you do that me? I thought something happened to you… I thought—", you paused, getting choked up as you stared at him. Averting your gaze for a moment, you gathered yourself.

“Listen, I can’t do this anymore”.

“Please, just let me explain. I didn’t— “.

“Explain what? How happy you were out there?!”

“What are you talking about?! I wasn’t happy out there! That’s what I’m tryna tell you right n—”

“I saw the video.”

A puzzled expression fell on Cameron’s face at the sound of that. “What video?? Listen, if you just hear me out, my memory from last week is fuzzy. I don’t remember any vi-”. You cut him off, shoving your phone in his direction to show him. Shaking his head in bewilderment, his confusion grew as he watched.

“Why…? That’s all I want to know”, you questioned, sniffling as the tears fell freely. Throwing your phone to the side, you actively tried to swipe them away as they kept coming. “We’ve been together for two years Cameron. Why wouldn’t you just break up with me if that’s what you wanted?!”

“Baby I promise you that’s not what I want! I don’t— I didn’t— “. Cameron’s confusion morphed into distress once it registered in his mind where your hurt was coming from.

Stomach churning at the thought now, you quietly voiced, “did you… did you fuck them?”

“No! No, I wouldn’t do that to you, please believe me!” Cameron reached over again to comfort you as he continued. “I promise I have never and would never do— “

Once his hand briefly brushed your arm, you abruptly stood from the couch. “I said don’t touch me!” Sobbing now, you turned away, walking towards the kitchen island to calm yourself down. Knowing he followed, you quietly admitted, “your promises don’t mean shit anymore”.

Turning back around to face him, your heart clenched when you saw his glassy eyes. “If you’re being truthful, how can you be sure you didn’t—", you paused, unable to say it.

Cameron grew desperate in his pleas. “I’m begging you to just hear me out. It’s not what you think, I would never intentionally jeopardize our relationship…”. Shifting his gaze back and forth in between your eyes, he persisted, “please…”.

“Explain then”.

“I don’t know what they injected me with but the last thing I can clearly remember is our call, everything after that is a blur…”. You listened as he continued, quietly pondering back to the conversation, noting the unease he expressed. “I’m being honest when I say I don’t remember that video, I swear”.

Cameron initially granted you space, keeping a safe distance so you wouldn’t get upset. As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, moving closer to you. “I’m not gonna lie I think I was hallucinating at times… I’m not sure if that was the head injury or the injections but shit got bad, quickly. Even if I don’t remember much right now I can assure you, I didn’t fuck any of them. I wasn’t that out of it in the moment, I know it didn’t go that far”.

“After that, shit hit the fan and before I knew it I woke up in the hospital with a broken arm. The doctors said I was unconscious for a few days so my memory might take a second to adjust”.

You felt your heart drop with each passing sentence. Your gaze lowered, lingering on his cast before shifting to the other, seeing the hospital wristband. Growing misty eyed when you peered up at him, you quietly voiced, “You were in a coma…?”

“I came here straight from the hospital… I didn’t mean to leave you in the dark, I—". Cameron paused, feeling his throat constrict at the thought of you throughout the last ten days. He dropped his gaze before shifting his attention back to your face. Tears had welled in his eyes as he apologized again. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to break up”.

You closed the distance, reaching to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a hug. Mumbling into his shoulder, you said, “stop apologizing”. He immediately circled your waist, closing his eyes as he inhaled your comforting scent. You stood like that for a moment, just embracing one another before you pulled back to caress his cheek. “I’m sorry you went through that”. Cameron peered down at you through tired eyes, leaning into your touch before turning his head to kiss your palm in reassurance.

“Just glad I’m here now”.

Offering him a small smile, you responded, “me too”.

He brought his hand up to swipe away any remaining tears on your cheeks. Feeling his chest tighten at the sight, Cameron voiced, “You know I hate seeing you cry like this… I never would’ve gone if I knew this would happen”.

“There was no way you could’ve known. Don’t beat yourself up about”. You drifted your hand over to gently squeeze his forearm. “You’re here right now, I’m content with that”. Cameron cracked a smile at the sound of that. Pulling him back in for a tight hug, you murmured close to his ear, “how about we wind down hm?”

“I like the sound of that”.

After Cameron had taken a shower, he joined you under the covers. Once he circled his uninjured arm around your back, you shifted your body close, slinging your leg across his. Gently trailing a hand across his chest, you questioned, “do you need anything right now? Some medicine or food?”

He rested his cast on your thigh, sending you a smile. “I’m ok baby, I’m not in any pain right now”.

Eyes wandering towards his head, you tentatively asked, “are you sure…?”

“I’m sure”.

“Ok. Just let me know”.

Cameron gave your hip a squeeze, voicing, “I will”. His eyes drifted towards your lips before he urged, “C’mere”. You leaned in, just intending to leave a soft peck on his lips but it quickly turned into a few. He reconnected each time you pulled away, causing you to melt into the kiss.

A sharp spiral of heat stirred in your core when he groaned against your mouth. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that until this moment. Through all the worry and stress, it never crossed your mind. Being reminded of that now, you lightly pushed against his chest. A breathy, “wait”, escaped as you pulled back to think clearly. “As bad as I want to right now, you’re hurt”.

Staring at you through blown pupils he voiced, “still want you…”. His attention shifted to your jaw, peppering kisses across it till he reached your ear. “Let me show you how sorry I am”.

“Cam…”

Pulling back to look at you, Cameron shifted his body, rolling you onto your back. He reassured, “we don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable. I’m only up for it if you are… but I know you missed it, didn’t you?”. Your hand on his chest traveled up to his neck while the other grasped his back.

“I— “, you started before a soft moan fell out at the feeling of his bulge brushing against you. Drawing your legs around him, you brought him closer, desperate for more friction through the thin sleep shorts you were wearing. Cameron went for the weak spot on your neck, nipping at your skin with his teeth after laying an open mouthed kiss on it.

He did a teasing roll of his hips, keeping your waist tight in his grip. Bringing his head up, he continued, “she missed me?” Your gaze shifted between his eyes, dropping to his lips before you pulled him back down for a kiss. Growing lightheaded, you parted from his lips, peering over at his cast next to your head for a second. Cameron’s eyes followed yours, sensing your apprehension. “I’ll be careful, I swear”.

That was all you needed to proceed. Shifting your gaze back to his face, you noticed the familiar glint of desperation in his eyes. It appeared every single time he felt he needed to compensate. Every single time he craved your approval. Savoring these moments, you coaxed him now. “Show me how sorry then…”. Trailing your hand up his jaw to thumb at his bottom lip, you added, “haven’t decided if I forgive you yet”.

You instructed him to lay back for a moment so you could remove your shorts before ordering, “come here”. Cameron listened, returning to the same position, looking down at you through pleading eyes. Teasingly, you kept your legs spread at his sides, avoiding bringing him closer. Gently trailing your nails up his chest now, you inquired with him to be sure. “You want my forgiveness, hm?” He nodded, dropping his gaze to your lips for a moment. You brought your hand up to settle on his jaw, silently reminding him you’ll stop if he doesn’t verbalize it. “Is that it Cam?”

Nodding his head, he mumbled, “Yes. I need your forgiveness… I need you”.

A content smile spread across your features at the sound of that. Choosing to wrap your legs around him, you pressed him flush against you. Guiding him in for a kiss, you made sure to keep it slow, prolonging it until pulling away for air. “Put it in”. He held most of his weight on his forearm located above your head on the pillows to avoid pressure on the cast. Cameron adjusted a bit before lining himself up with your entrance, gradually gliding in.

You watched as he did, a small moan leaving your mouth before biting your bottom lip to stifle it. The sight of his complete vulnerability during these moments traveled straight to your core. As he slid in inch by inch, the stretch was intrusive, but you quickly adjusted as he sunk in completely. He knew to pause before continuing, giving you a minute.

Clenching around his length, you soothingly ran your hands up to his shoulders. Trailing one over to his neck, you gently traced his jaw with your thumb. After whispering out “you can move now”, Cameron did a gradual, experimental thrust. Setting a steady, comfortable rhythm now after a few shallow thrusts, he leaned down for a kiss, momentarily parting to mumble against your lips.

“Missed you so much… missed this pussy”.

At the sound of his voice, more arousal pooled in your core. The increasingly loud squelching sound had begun to resonate throughout the bedroom with each pass of his hips. Keeping your hand on his neck, you alluringly asked, “feels good baby?”, intentionally fluttering around his dick.

Twitching inside you as soon as the words rung in his ear, he groaned. “Always feel so good, f-fuck”. Cameron peered down at you through hazy eyes, trying to keep them open for you.

A soft moan left your mouth as the drag of his hips grew in speed. Gripping his jaw, you voiced, “you understand you’re mine hm? Did you forget that?” Cameron wordlessly shook his head before responding.

“No, n-no, I’m yours, no one else’s”. Feeling his mind quickly slip into a deeper state of need, he became vocal. “Would never forget that baby. Don’t want to belong to anyone except you”. Voice groaning strained, he mumbled, “don’t need any one else”.

You bit your bottom lip at the sound of that, shifting your gaze from one pupil to the next. A sharp wave of pleasure rippled through your stomach, signaling your impending orgasm. “And what else?” You shifted your hand to the back of his neck, pulling his head down to speak closely next to his ear. Whispering out, “what else belongs to me Cameron?”, you felt a deep sense of satisfaction bloom in your chest when a low groan left his throat.

Your voice paired with your scent Cameron was taking inhales of sent a tremor through his body. “This dick is all yours baby. Only belongs to you”. Fisting his hand above you, a groan caught in his throat. Brows furrowing, he murmured, “oh fuck”. Your thighs dug into the side of his hips, keeping his thrusts deep.

Gently clawing at his upper back, you locked your legs around him. Drawing him impossibly closer, his happy trail brushed against your navel. Breath faltering for a second, you continued. “And you know what will happen if you ever forget that yes…?”

Nodding swiftly against your shoulder, he muttered, “You’ll leave me”.

Trailing your hand back over to cup his jaw, you guided his head back so you could peer up at him. There was a level of anguish displayed in his eyes as the thought crossed his mind. You maintained steady eye contact while questioning. “Is that something you want?”

“No. Mean too much to me”. Leaning in close, he muttered “not letting that happen”, before connecting your lips. Feeling you flutter around him, Cameron increased his pace. Parting from you, he released a low groan while dropping his head to your neck. Alerting you, he mumbled, “f-fuck, I’m close baby”.

“I want you to hold it Cam”, you urged. Drawing your nails gently across the back of his neck before grasping it, you tilted your head to speak directly into his ear. “Can you do that for me baby?” The hand you had placed on his chest shifted over, feeling the quick pace of his heartbeat.

Any ounce of composure he possessed slipped away as soon as you started speaking but he would do it for you. He had to, he needed your forgiveness. Craved it. Stuttering out, “y-yes”, Cameron paused his movements.

Snaking your hand back around to cup his jaw, you pushed him out of your neck. “I didn’t say stop, keep going”. Immediately resuming his pace upon hearing that, Cameron shut his eyes. Twitching against your walls, he willed himself to hold off. The pressure that racked his abdomen sent his mind blank.

Seeing him bite his bottom lip to stifle his groans, you felt your orgasm bubble under the surface. Moaning out, “I’m almost there baby”, your thighs trembled against him. Feeling the warmth spread throughout your body, you clawed at his back. Cameron’s mouth parted, releasing labored pants while you pulsed around his dick.

Taking note of his expression, you reminded, “you’ve been so good, not yet Cam, don’t cum”. Soaking in the praise, he continued listening, straining with every passing glide inside you. Feels too good. No thoughts were in his head except for the way you felt, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold it. Once you noticed the telltale signs of him bordering on the edge, you halted his movements, tapping his chest. “Stop, lay back on the bed”.

Withdrawing, Cameron repositioned, lying on his back. His eyes followed as you got comfortable above him, placing your knees at his sides. Soothingly rubbing at his chest, you asked, “good?” He brought his free hand to rest against your hip.

“I’m good”. His eyes held a hint of bliss as he spoke out in a hushed tone, “did I earn it yet?”

Giving him a warm smile, you lean down to faintly brush your lips along his, edging back just a few inches when he attempted to kiss you. After a moment, you finally gave in, pressing a kiss against his lips. Eagerly returning it with the same passion, Cameron squeezed the flesh on your thigh. Your hand trailed up to his neck, pressing him back into the sheets when he tried lifting his head to match your pace. “Not yet baby”.

Rolling your hips back and forth, a desperate groan caught Cameron’s throat when his tip nudged your entrance. Parting from your lips, he muttered, “Please…”. Slightly shifting your hips, you lined his dick at your entrance before sliding down in one go.

Clenching around his veiny length, you moaned. Cameron twitched, grasping at your hip firmly before trailing down to grip the flesh of your ass. Staying flush against his body, you begun lifting your hips, rocking back and forth at a teasing pace. Keeping his jaw in your hold, you tilted his head, placing open mouthed kisses along his neck. The guttural groan he let out traveled straight to your core, causing your slick to pool at his base. “F-fuck, I can’t hold it”.

Pausing your kisses, you pushed off his chest to get a clear view of his face. Peering down at his expression, you bit your bottom lip, awestruck. Lips parted, he had his eyes shut as his groans became uncontrollable. Feeling himself throb inside you, Cameron fisted his hand in the sheets, trying to prevent bruising you with his grip.

Trailing your hand up to grip his jaw, you instructed, “open your eyes Cam”. A broken moan slipping out, you urged, “look at me”. He listened, focusing his blurred attention on you. There wasn’t a single readable emotion in Cameron’s eyes except his longing as he peered up at you. Clenching around him, you breathlessly spoke, “so deep, feel so— “. A whimper escaped you when he twitched. “fuck, you’re right at the edge, aren’t you?” Pressure building in his abdomen Cameron wordlessly nodded. “And you’d stay right there all night if I asked you…?”

A low, “yes”, slipped out of his mouth. And you believed him.   

Grinning satisfied, you breathed out, “I forgive you baby, tell me when”. Immediately after saying that, you picked up your speed, gliding up and down at a wild pace. As soon as the words left your mouth, Cameron’s eyes drifted shut. Breathing growing staggered, the vulgar sounds of you bouncing up and down rung in his ears.

Thighs tensing, he warned, “I’m— “, before his climax was triggered, breaking his sentence. Your hand shifted down, feeling him flex under your palm. You slowed your movements, coming to a pause as an after wave of your orgasm spiraled through your core. When he felt you pulsing, he moved his hand to grasp your thigh again.

Rubbing small circles against your skin, Cameron opened his eyes, giving you a spacey look. You leaned down to press a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling back completely. A soft smile spreading across your face, you swiped your thumb across his bottom lip. “I might’ve missed you a little bit”.

Cracking a smile, Cameron questioned, “damn, just a little bit?”

“Maybe more…? I haven’t decided on that yet either”.

Chuckling, he joked, “I’ll take what I can’t get”. A small laugh escaped you before your eyes drifted over to his cast. Gently bringing his arm over to rest in front you, on his abdomen, you traced your nails across it. After a moment of quiet pondering, you brought your gaze back towards his face.

“Can I ask you to promise me something serious right now…?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I need you to promise me you’ll give yourself time to recover this time”.

He moved your hand over to his heart as he spoke. “I promise you, I’m going to take plenty of time to recover. I mean that. My word is still bond, that was the first and only time I haven’t kept my promises”.

Smiling warmly, a small laugh escaped you. “ok, I trust you”.

Once you two settled in for the night, Cameron was spooning you, quietly contemplating voicing what was on his mind. You were absentmindedly trailing your nails along his cast slung over your hip when his quiet voice cut through the silence. “I think I’m done with football… I can’t… It’s just not for me anymore”.

You paused your movements, processing what he said for a moment. Camerons stomach turned at your silence. The thought that you might leave him after all crossed his mind. He can deal with his families dissatisfaction but you… that’s a different story.

Being cautious of his cast, you gently turned to face him now. He expected to see a hint of disappointment in your eyes but all that came through was worry. “And you’re sure about this?”

Nodding, he continued. “It was never for me. I didn’t pursue it for me. Unfortunate it took all of this shit for me to realize that, but I’ll be better off… we’ll be better off.”

“Ok”. You leaned in to press a kiss on his lips before pulling back to soothingly trail your thumb across his jaw.

Puzzled by your reaction, Cameron asked, “you’re not upset?”

A light laugh escaped you at the sound of that. “No, why do you think I’d be upset?” If anything, you were trying to compose yourself so your happiness wouldn’t come across as you being over enthusiastic.

“I don’t know… I just thought it might be a dealbreaker. Thought you’d be disappointed. I haven’t done anything other than football our entire relationship”.

“And…?? Baby I’m not disappointed, you’re more than just football, you know that, right?” You shifted your gaze between his eyes, waiting for him to respond. “Cam…?”

“I know”. He cracked a small smile at the quizzical look you gave him. “I do, I’m serious!”

“Good. Because you know I wouldn’t be with you if that was the case. I’d be bored”.

Chuckling, he replied, “noted”.

Laughter bubbled out of you when it processed in your mind he said “dealbreaker”. Humored at the thought, you questioned, “wait, did you think I was going to break up with you over this?!”

Cameron sheepishly admitted, “Yes”. Laughing along with you now, he clarified himself. “Look, in my defense I didn’t want you thinking I can’t provide for you anymore because I still will, I promise”.

“Provide for me?! Cam please!” Your laughter had died down after a moment. Shifting to a more serious tone, you stated, “baby I know you will, that’s the least of my concerns”. Bringing your hand up to caress his cheek, you continued. “All I’m concerned about right now is your health. I just want you to be ok. And truthfully… I loved watching you play but I need you here in one piece”.

He pulled you closer, brushing his nose against yours before uttering, “I love you”.

“I know”, you softly voiced before connecting your lips. “I love you too”. Looking over his features with a smile now, you pondered. “I’m wondering though, are you scared of me?”

He was only halfway joking when he responded, “A little”.

Thumbing at his lip, you quipped, “only a little hm?”

Raising a brow, Cameron questioned, “in this moment?!” Chuckling, he followed up with “yes”.

“Aww you can’t handle me baby?! I’m harmless!”

“What, you need me to show you that too right now? Say the word baby and I will”. He slung your leg over his hip, drawing you closer. With a knowing grin he leaned in to speak against your ear. “Because you and I both know that’s not case, don’t we?”

“I don’t need you to show me anything right now! You need to rest!” Laughing, you ran your hand across his chest. “You can show me as soon as that cast comes off though, I can wait”, you teased.

“You sure about that?”

“Mhm”, you hummed, pressing a lingering kiss on his lips again before parting. “Goodnight”.

Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated ! <3

Cameron wore the victory well. In fact, you had never seen him so amped up in the past 24 hours. Along with finding entertainment in the shift, you found yourself basking in the elation that immediately followed that night. Heart thumping loudly in your chest, you were on the edge of your seat watching every play closely when it happened. Just as Cameron’s team scored the final touchdown necessary to put them ahead, the clock ran out.

“TOUCHDOWNN CAMERON CADE!”

Everything moved so quickly after that. Immediate celebrations taking place, you two didn’t get home until the wee hours of the night. By that point you both ended up crashing as soon as you reached the bed. Then the following days, leading to the trip Cameron had no choice but to handle the obligations already established. You joined him for some of them and spent the free time that you had packing.

Having fallen asleep, Cameron placed his head on your shoulder. The position couldn’t have been comfortable due to your height difference, you thought, however he didn’t seem to mind. You silently laughed when you remembered how adamant he was that he wasn’t going to fall asleep on the flight. Leaning into him, you rested your head on top of his. His hand was settled in your lap, intertwined with yours. Glancing down at the sight, a warm smile came across your face as you brought your free hand over to faintly trace along his fore arm.

The relief you felt was abundant in that moment. You were glad he won but overall, you were just glad to see he would finally allow himself to rest. He had grew so tense in the days leading up to the game that he could barely sleep. Frankly it was worrisome. You didn’t know this was the case until you stirred one night, feeling the emptiness of the bed.

Partially opening your eyes, you sat up. Any other time you’d go back to sleep and deem it was nothing, but you had grown too accustomed to know this wasn’t a part of his patterns. Trekking into the living room, you could make out his figure sitting on the couch in the dark. “Cam?”, you softly called out before reaching him.

Still groggy, your brows furrowed when you took in his posture. Resting his elbows on his knees, he was leaned over, covering his face with both hands before hearing your voice. Concerned and confused you asked, “what’s going on?” Your worry peaked when you noticed the slight movement of his knee anxiously bouncing. Softening your voice, you mumbled out  “what’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, I’m fine”.

“Cam…”

“…I can’t sleep, that’s all. My nerves are bad”.

Frowning at the sound of that, you stood in between him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to embrace him. Immediately circling your waist, Cameron pulled you flush against him, turning his head to rest on your chest. Hearing the sound of your steady heartbeat, his mind quieted for a moment. “I promise I’m alright though, go back to sleep baby. I’ll come back to bed soon”.

Resting your head on top of his, you murmured, “not leaving you alone to spiral”, before a yawn escaped you. “I’ll stand here until you’re ready”. You didn’t see the soft smile that came to his face. A sigh escaped him as he thought stubborn as hell.

Standing now, he slid his hands to the back of your thighs, picking you up so you could wrap your legs around him. You shifted your head to rest on his shoulder on the walk back to the bedroom. A faint, satisfied smile appeared on your features when he caved. He wasn’t going to let you lose sleep along with him.

Once Cameron reached the bed, he laid you down before settling in between your legs. You soothingly traced your nails across his back. “What’s on your mind…?” You knew whatever it was had to have been bothersome if it was enough to wake him up. He was quiet for a moment, hesitant to voice it until deciding it may help to say it.

“I don’t want to let anyone down… I don’t want to let you down”, he admitted in a hushed tone.

Pausing your movement, you frowned at the sound of that. “Cam… you don’t have to prove anything to anyone, especially me”. You rubbed his bicep before continuing, “I’m going to be here no matter what happens”. When he remained silent, you reached your hand over towards the night stand to turn on the lamp. “Look at me, please”, you urged.

He reluctantly lifted his head, peering down at you through tired eyes. Your heart clenched seeing the anguished look on his face. Bringing your hand up to caress his cheek, you continued. “I know this is an important game, but I promise you it’s not going to change how I view you ok…?”

Cameron nodded, shifting his gaze away from your face for a moment when he felt his throat constrict. He looked back over when you traced his jaw. Smiling, you admired his features before admitting, “honestly… nothing can make me feel any less proud of you”. Upon hearing the sincerity in your voice, he cracked a smile before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you… I needed to hear that”. He flicked the lamp off before resuming his position on your chest. “Now go back to sleep, you’ve got no business still being up”.

You scoffed, a small laugh escaping you before you rebutted. “Me?! For all I know you could’ve been sitting in the dark like that for an hour”.

 Chuckling lightly, he responded, “I wasn’t though”.

“So, we’re lying now??”

“Chill, I’m not lying! I was down there forty five minutes max”.

Laughing, you questioned, “right, so damn near an hour?!”

“could’ve actually been thirty minutes? not too sure but I’m like 90% certain it wasn’t an hour so-”.

Cutting his sentence short, you voiced, “yea I’m not doing this with you right now, go to sleep!”

“we’ll pick this back up in the morning, good night!”

 Beginning the same motion across his back, a small laugh escaped you. Eyes beginning to flutter shut, you mumbled, “Yea, I’m sure. Good night, Cam”.

Once you two arrived to the Bahamas, you were guided to a boat. Confused seeing people load your luggage on to the boat, you speculated it had something to do with his surprise. “Wait… you haven’t told me where we’re staying yet, is that the surprise?!”, you eagerly looked over at Cameron to see him grinning already.

Shrugging casually, he responded, “I don’t know, I think you might have to find out”.

During the boat ride there, Cameron’s heart started racing when it came into view. He couldn’t wait for you to see what he had planned. The anticipation has been killing him since he initially found the location. Glancing over at you admiring the view of the clear water, he smiled. Snug against his side, you rested your hand on his lap while he rubbed circles onto your hip. “It’s gorgeous”, you voiced mesmerized by the ocean.

Hearing him say, “I know”, you turned your head to look at him now only to see he was already staring at you. Heat creeped up your neck under his gaze. You brought your free hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Reluctant to part from you, Cameron pressed lingering pecks on your lips before you placed your hand on his chest.

“You’re not slick, I know what you’re trying to do”, you murmured against his lips, fully pulling back now. You brushed some of your lip gloss off his lips just as he formed a smile. Amused, he shifted his eyes to your lips, proceeding to wet his before making eye contact again.

“Enlighten me, what am I trying to do…?”, he quipped.

“You’re trying to butter me up, save it till we’re alone”.

Leaning in close to your ear, Cameron voiced, “Why lie? You know I don’t have to try to do anything to get you like that…”. Pulling your body closer to him, he brought his free hand down to rest on your thigh squeezing it before gradually inching it up as he spoke. “I’m sure if I moved my hand up some—”. Cutting him off, you lifted his hand off your thigh to cross your legs. Settling his hand on your lap now, he smirked. “Fine, I’ll be good for now”, he voiced, backing away from your ear to give you space.

Wanting to torment him as well, you placed your hand at the side of his neck, gently pulling him close enough so you could shift your head to speak in his earshot. “And for later baby…? The same, or no?”, you teased.

Smoothing his hand across your thigh, he whispered back, “I’ll let you decide that”.

Mind running wild with different scenarios now, you smiled at his response. You replied, “such a gentleman”, turning to peck his cheek. When you pulled back, you spotted eagerness behind his lids.

“Turn around, this is the surprise”.

Shifting your body, you took in the view of a beautiful island just as the driver began to dock the boat. “We have this island all to our self for the rest of the trip, I hope you like it”. Speechless upon hearing him say that, a wide smile spread across your face.

Turning to face him again, you pulled him in, hugging him tightly. “I do!”, you murmured against his neck. He immediately circled your waist, chuckling lightly at your gleeful reaction. Peppering several kisses on his face, you pressed a lingering one on his lips before saying, “I love it baby”.

Smiling against your lips, Cameron voiced, “c’mon, you’ll love the inside too”.

When met with the interior, you were just as in awe while you two were taken on a guided tour. The large main bedroom had two doors leading to the extended deck outside that overlooked the ocean. Along the tour of the island, you were captivated by the beauty of everything. Towards the end, you were barely able to contain your excitement for later, but you reminded yourself to keep your composure for the sake of seeing his raw reaction.

Cameron had no idea you packed a cute, intricate lacy set in his team colors. It was a sheer white two piece accented with red lining. The designs and scattered bows across the top and bottom were done in the same, deep scarlet red. It was difficult to find a design you truly liked but once you did, you knew it was the right one. To tie it all together, you planned to wear his jersey as a cover up.

You’ve already worn his jersey once during the act without anything on underneath for a different special occasion out of mere jest and he lost it. Reminiscing on how riled up he got at the simple gesture, your thighs clenched at the thought of what his reaction would be like with the new addition. Lingerie also wasn’t something you wore often but whenever you did, he never failed to show you just how much he loved it.

Once the tour had finally come to an end and you both were finally alone Cameron moved faster than you could blink. A laugh escaped you when he immediately threw you over his shoulder. Keeping one arm securely wrapped around the back of your thighs, he grabbed a handful of your ass. Circling your hands around to feel his toned stomach, another light laugh fell from your lips. “Somebodies enthusiastic”, you teased.

Bringing his palm down on your flesh in response, a loud smack resonated throughout the air. Biting down on your bottom lip at the pleasurable sting, a faint moan escaped you. “Been waiting too long to get you alone, I’m past that point baby, believe me!”

Throwing you down on the bed now, Cameron was on top of you before your head hit the pillows. Your core stirred when his lips attached to you. Knowing if you let this continue you would be too caught up in his charm to execute any surprise, you stopped him, pushing lightly at his chest. As soon as he parted, your hand traveled up to thumb at his bottom lip.

“Me too”, you voiced lingering your gaze on his lips before bringing it to his eyes. “And that’s why I’m going to go take a shower and get ready, I have something I want to show you”.

Raising a brow, he questioned “really?”

 Smiling innocently, you nodded “Mhm. I think you’ll like it”.

“What is it?”

You laughed at his persistence. “I’m not telling you, you’re about to see it! And no peeking while I get ready, I’m serious!” Now challenging you silently with his eyes, Cameron cracked a smile before climbing off you, extending his hand to pull you up as well.

He teased, “Just secretive as hell. Fine though, I promise I won’t look! I’ll just get in the shower while you’re preoccupied, ok?”

Nodding, you began to walk away now. Turning your head to retort, “I’m trusting you Cam!”, a smile came to your face when he shifted his eyes from your ass, gazing up at the sound of your voice. This evening should be fun.

Hearing the water running, you quickly scuffled over to your suitcase to pull out the special garment. After placing his jersey on, you added the last final touches. You had a few fragrances that were your go to but there was one in particular that proved to be most effective in getting to him. A little went a long way so you added a few dabs on your skin, just enough to be enticing.

As soon as you heard the faucet stop, you ran to the main room before he saw anything. Upon entering the empty room Cameron immediately called out, “where are you? Can I see it now?” Sparing no time, he began searching for you with the towel wrapped around his hips. Your heart raced with adrenaline while you stood in the middle of the large space, waiting for him to come see.

“I’m out here baby!”

You heard his familiar footsteps before you saw him. When he saw you, he stopped in his tracks. Taking in your attire, his eyes scaled your figure from head to toe. He stood there for a moment, not saying anything while his eyes lingered on your bare skin where the jersey ended, mid-thigh, just on the verge of ending at your knees.

He was nowhere near close to you yet, but the tension in the room felt palpable. The ravenous look in his eyes went straight to your core. Drinking in his appearance, your thighs clenched when your eyes followed the droplets of water dripping down his chest. His towel was riding dangerously low on his hips, leaving little to the imagination. “What do you think…?”, you softly spoke, filling the silence.

For a moment you saw him twitch underneath the towel before he moved in a flash. Deciding at the split second to taunt him, you sprinted away from his grasp. Not anticipating the movement, Cameron stopped. A sly smile came to his face as he eyed you down. “This what we doing right now?”

Grinning at his question, you playfully shrugged your shoulders. Putting his skills to the test, you challenged him. “Come and get me baby. You said you been waiting right? How bad do you want me?” After saying that, you caught the start of his laughter before swiftly turning to run again. Evidently, today was the day you became a track star.

 Though you were efficiently navigating past the furniture, it wasn’t lost on you, he was probably letting you have the upper hand. When Cameron decided the cat and mouse bit was enough, he finally used some of his energy to catch you. Now in the kitchen, you dodged the corner of the kitchen island, hesitating to move further when you saw him approach you from the opposite end. Taking the chance, you moved to run again but he was quicker, closing the distance. Snaking his arm around you, he firmly pulled you against him. “Got you”, he whispered by your ear.

Feeling his length press against your back, you bit down on your lip before he turned you around. His hands traveled under your ass to lift you up. On instinct, you wrapped your legs around him, leaning in to pepper kisses along his jaw before focusing on his neck. Cameron held you tight as he began walking to the large couch.

He sat down, keeping you in his lap while you continued. Breathing heavy now, Cameron’s nostrils flared when the scent of your perfume hit him. He rubbed your thighs, squeezing the flesh while you started making your way back up towards his lips. Bringing his hand up to grasp your cheek, Cameron beat you to it, roughly connecting them. Your stomach swirled with need when his tongue slipped past your lips, drawing a small moan out. Circling your hips against his for friction, he settled his arm around your back, grinding you down at the pace you set. The jersey naturally rode up a bit throughout the desperate movement.

Cameron drifted his hand down to your neck, applying the faintest pressure as the heated kiss went on. You rested your hand against his forearm, keeping it in place. Your arousal start seeping through the thin material the longer you stayed connected. Starting to feel light headed, you reluctantly pulled back to catch your breath.

Your hand traveled down his abdomen, slowing its movement when you reached his happy trail. Scooting back a bit on his lap, your gaze shifted down as you undid the towel wrapped securely at his waist. Circling your hand around his heavy length now, you started a teasing pace. Peering at him, you bit your bottom lip, taking note of the pleading look in his eyes. Deciding to push him a step closer to the edge, you started speaking.

“You wanna know what my favorite part was baby…?” Maintaining the motion, you twisted your hand each time it reached his tip. Cameron twitched in your palm, abdomen flexing at the pressure gradually building. Looking over your features, he wet his lips, slightly tightening his grip on your neck. Shifting your head, he pulled you in close to his ear.

“Tell me”, he urged. The rough edge in his tone now sent a fresh wave of pleasure to your core. You almost had him exactly where you wanted, he just needed one final push.

“Seeing you run that last play… I can’t stop thinking about it”. You felt the indents of his fingers against your hip as you increased the speed of your hand. “It turned me on watching you score that touchdown…”. Hearing him suck in a harsh breath, you gingerly smiled, leaning closer to his ear. “You gonna show me what it feels like being fucked by a Super Bowl winner…? I’ve been waiting since that night… I think I deserve it, no?”

His response was immediate. Pulling you in for another heated kiss, he suddenly stood up, hauling you with him in the process. Caught off guard, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he started walking towards the bedroom.

Once he reached the destination, he parted from your lips, setting you down. For a split second you forgot you had even worn anything, but you were quickly reminded when he began lifting the jersey over your head. Cameron paused, drinking in your appearance. “All this for me…?”

Nodding, you questioned, “you like it…?” Heat creeped up your neck under his gaze. He kept his eyes locked on your body, giving you a silent nod in response. Lips parted, he trailed his hand across the waistband.

Whispering out, “you look good in everything, but this is…”, he pondered, trying to find the right words to express your beauty. “Turn around real quick baby”, he urged. Obliging, you spun so he could see the back. Once he got a good look, he stepped closer, circling his arm around your midsection to pull you flush against his chest. “I like it”.

Before you could settle your head against his chest, he moved to sit in the middle of the bed. He extended his arm, ushering you to come to him. Subtly clenching your thighs in anticipation, you walked over, climbing onto the bed. As soon as you took his hand he pulled you onto his lap again.

Cupping your ass, he slid your hips forward, grinding you down against his length. Latching on to your neck, Cameron began placing open mouthed kisses across it. You moaned, snaking a hand up to rest on the back of his neck while the other rested on his arm. The friction from the thin fabric caused the familiar pit in your stomach to form.

Cameron traveled up towards your jaw, nipping along the way before he met your lips. Moaning into the kiss, you applied more pressure. Desperate to feel him, you momentarily disconnected to pull at his bottom lip with your teeth. Resuming the kiss with more fervor, he let out a groan at the action. Feeling him twitch under you, more arousal pooled in your core.

Abruptly stopping now, Cameron was breathing heavily, staring at you with a dazed look in his eyes. “Turn around, lay your head on my chest”, he instructed. You listened, sitting in between his legs with your back flush against his body now. He drifted his hands down to soothingly rub along your thighs before gripping the sides to part your legs. “Keep them spread just like this, ok?”

You nodded in response, looking down at the compromising position. In this moment you had never been so grateful to be alone as the transparent glass doors caught your attention. If anyone was there, they’d have a very clear view of everything. Your adrenaline spiked at the thought, but Cameron had assured you definitively you two were alone.

He trailed a hand up to palm your breast, brushing his thumb across your nipple before shifting his focus to the next. Gently massaging your inner thigh, he moved towards your underwear at an agonizing pace. “I think red and white are your colors…”.

Toying with the waistband of your underwear, he continued. “Gonna have to buy you more clothes with these colors”. You bunched your hands in the covers when he slipped his hand in, coating his finger with your arousal. “This number though…? I’ll buy it in every color for you”. After voicing that, Cameron circled at your entrance before gradually sliding his finger inside. “Would that make you happy baby?”

Nodding again, a breathy moan escaped you at the sound of his voice. You clenched around his finger, keeping your gaze focused on his movements. Adding a second finger, Cameron picked up his speed. Hand trailing up to grasp your jaw, he tilted your head so his voice would ring clear in your ear. “Tell me the truth baby, you imagined how this would go, didn’t you?”

Feeling him curl his fingers, your thighs threatened to snap shut from the heavy pressure swirling in your stomach. Your hand flew to clutch his forearm as a moan escaped from you. The vulgar sound of your arousal coating his knuckles with each shift of his fingers increased. Stuttering out a, “y-yes”, your vision started to blur.

“I gave it to you from the back? Or you rode me…?” Cameron’s voice did nothing but fuel the tension growing in your core. Orgasm teetering on the edge, your stomach contracted. Unable to keep your gaze focused on his veins, your eyes fluttered shut. “I’d bet on the first. You love how deep I get from that angle… isn’t that right?”, he coaxed.

“Oh fuck”, you moaned out, twisting your hand in the covers again before circling it around his arm. Brows furrowing, you dug your nails into his skin. The faint sounds of the ocean became distant, leaving his voice the last thing you could make out in your mind. “C-Cam”.

“Is that what you want baby? You want me to fuck you like that?” Back arching against him, your mouth parted. You attempted to nod but Cameron’s grip prevented you. Shifting his head, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Whispering directly into your ear now, he lowered his tone. “If you cum for me right now, I’ll give it to you”.

Eyes rolling back, a pitchy moan slipped past your lips. Your thighs involuntarily began to close as the sensation of your orgasm spread throughout your core. Cameron immediately moved his hand down to roughly grip the underside of your thigh, holding it open. You lifted your head to peer down through hazy eyes, clenching his fingers.

Increasing his pace, Cameron continued his movements through your orgasm. Clinging to his arms, your head tipped back against his chest. Body trembling as another wave rolled through your stomach, your eyes snapped shut. “Fuck, C-Cam—”, you pleaded.

He slowed his movements before coming to a halt. Loosening his grip on your thigh, he shifted his hand to caress the side of it. Lifting your head again, your eyes followed as he removed his fingers. Glistening with your arousal now, he silently brought them to your mouth, waiting for you to open.

Parting your lips, you moaned as he slid them in. Bringing your hand up to rest on his wrist when he pulled them out, you shifted your body, turning around to straddle him. Cameron circled his arm around your back while you turned his hand to lick the rest dripping down his knuckle.

Feeling him twitch against your thigh, Cameron gripped your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. He groaned at the taste, squeezing your hip as the kiss grew desperate. Your hands rested on his abdomen before you trailed one up to his chest. Moaning, another fresh wave of heat coiled in your stomach. Pushing at his chest, you parted from his lips.

When you mumbled out, “I want both baby”, Cameron slid his hand down to shift the thin string of lace to the side. He readjusted your hips, positioning your entrance over his dick before you dropped down on him in one glide. A soft mewl left your mouth as you paused for a moment.

A low groan left Camerons throat at the motion. After you adjusted to his size, you lifted your hips, repeating the same action. Gripping your hips, he guided you, roughly bringing you back down with each glide. Setting a steady pace now, a string of moans escaped you.

Groaning out, “Did I make you proud?”, Cameron peered at you through blown pupils. You nodded in response, throwing your arms across his shoulder before leaning in to seal your lips over his. Leaning back against the headboard now, he wrapped an arm around your back, taking you with him. Now flush with his body, you moaned into his mouth while he continued matching the pace you set.

Parting from him, you murmured against his lips, “s-so fucking much. So—”. Cut off mid-sentence as your orgasm creeped up, a sharp familiar twinge hitting your core. A harsh moan escaped you. “Fuck, right there baby”. Brows furrowing from pleasure, your eyes fluttered.

Feeling himself throb when your walls pulsed around his dick, Cameron tightened his grip. Coaxing you to another orgasm, he started speaking. “I can’t lose when I think about you…when I think about this pussy”. Shifting his hands down to palm the underside of your thighs, he started controlling your movements. “How good you feel…”.

Rolling your hips, he ground you back and forth, creating friction. Thighs trembling, you dropped your head to his neck as the angle shift caused your clit to brush against his abdomen now. The wet squelching that echoed throughout the room was starting to get to you along with his voice. Exhaling a shaky breath, you pleaded, “C-Cam please. I’m gonna—".

Feeling your walls flutter around his length, Cameron stuttered out, “f-fuck”. Mouth parting, he continued speaking. “I do it for you baby, just want to please you…”. Nails digging into his shoulder, you clawed at his upper back. “Show you what you mean to me”. Moan catching in your throat, your breath hitched as your orgasm spread throughout your body.

Cameron held you close while you trembled, soothingly running his hands up your sides. Once your body had settled into a blissful state, breath evening out, you lifted your head. When you met his eyes, a dopey smile made its way to his face. “You got one more for me?”

Nodding, you fluttered around his dick while he started kissing along your jaw. Desperately restraining himself, Cameron violently twitched inside you at the feeling. With some help from him, you raised your hips to slide to the side with what little energy you had left to reposition yourself. He kneeled behind you, pulling the string from your lace further to the side for better access.

Placing his hands on your hips, Cameron aligned himself with your entrance. With your cheek resting comfortably on the pillows now, a gasp slipped out when he fully sunk in with one thrust. He shifted his hands to press against the small of your back before drilling into you, setting a quick pace. Left with no time to react, you twisted your hands in the covers to brace yourself. Wailing out, “F-fuck Cam—!”, you writhed under him.

“Nah don’t run baby, this what you wanted right?” Your stomach stirred upon hearing the strain in his voice. Mouth parting, your eyes became unfocused with each disorienting thrust he delivered. Abdomen tensing, Cameron grunted, “This deep enough for you?” All you could do was moan in response, feeling your arousal trail down your thigh.

Shifting his attention to where you were connected, Cameron snaked his hands down to rub the globes of your ass. Groaning at the sight, he voiced, “you’re making a mess baby”. Lifting his hands, he brought his palm down, leaving a lingering sting on your skin. Drooling onto the covers, a loud, broken moan slipped out as you pulsed around him. Trembling under from the intensity of his thrusts, warmth spread throughout your core at an alarming rate.

Cameron leaned over your body, resting a fist next to your head while keeping a tight grip on your hip. “F-fuck, you feel so—", he stuttered out before peering down, seeing the expression on your face. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he started speaking against the shell of your ear.

“Take me so fucking well every time”, he praised. Your spasms around him became frequent as his thrusts grew shallow. Attention drifting to your shoulder, Cameron began trailing kisses across it, traveling up the side of your neck. He slipped the hand located at your hip down to your navel, rubbing gentle circles on your clit. “Just one more baby”, he whispered against your skin.

Unable to string together coherent words, a choked moan slipped out as your stomach tensed. Body aching at this point, you clawed at the covers frantically. Feeling your walls contract, Cameron groaned. Sound traveling straight to your core, the pit in your stomach broke.

As soon as your orgasm hit, you felt his hips falter. He gave one final thrust, twitching before ropes of cum shot out, leaving your walls coated. When the after shocks came, you whimpered, feeling thoroughly spent. Mouth parted, it took several moments for your breathing to regulate. Gently withdrawing, Cameron guided your hips down to help you lie flat. Mewling at the emptiness, you shifted your hand in the cover. Taking note of your stillness, Cameron murmured against your shoulder, “still with me…?”

 A soft smile forming on your face, you partially opened your eyes. After locating his hand in the sheets, you circled his wrist, letting out a faint hum in response. Snaking an arm underneath you, he gently flipped you onto your back. Now facing him, you felt a lump form in your throat upon seeing the look on his face. Grasping his jaw, you turned his head to the side. “Stop looking at me like that! I don’t feel like crying right now”. Lightly chuckling, Cameron shifted his head back, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips.

“What do you need right now?”

“Another shower”, you mumbled. “The thong is sticking to my skin”.

Looking down at the state of your underwear, Cameron chuckled again. Moving to slide them down your legs, he poked. “Maybe you should let me rip them next time”.

“Or ‘maybe’ you should remove them normally? Plus, this set is special now so no ripping Cam”.

Throwing his hands up in defeat, Cameron reassured, “promise I wont rip these”, placing a hand over his heart in good faith. “When I buy the rest of the colors though? All bets are off with those”.

A knowing laugh slipped out at the sound of that. “Oh, I’m sure”. Part of you was impressed he managed to restrain himself from doing so with this one. The amount of underwear he’s ripped and replaced was absurd at this point.

Trailing your hand down to rub his chest, you asked, “can you carry me please?” You would’ve sauntered to the restroom yourself if you could, but this was one of those times your legs wouldn’t allow that. Obliging, he stood, scooping you off the bed before walking off toward the bathroom. Once you two were cleaned up, you got resituated on the bed. With the lights turned off, the faint glow from the moon cast a dim hue into the room.

Snuggled against Camerons side with a leg flung over his hip, he absentmindedly rubbed your thigh. He began peppering kisses along the side of your neck, venturing towards your shoulder. A breathy laugh escaped you when he moved up to do the same to your face. Gently tracing his bicep, you pulled back, attempting to do the same before he connected your lips. After a short moment of giving each other gentle pecks, you parted. Giving his bicep a quick squeeze, his sleeping pattern crossed your mind. “Can I look forward to you staying in bed the whole night this week?”

A knowing grin spreading on his face, Cameron reassured you. “Yes. I wont move an inch off this bed, I swear baby”.

Smiling at his answer, you pressed a kiss on his lips. “You mean that?”

“I mean that”. He gave you a warm smile before continuing. “I sleep better next to you, I was just stressing that night”.

Playfully rolling your eyes, you replied, “always trying to be such a charmer”.

“Again, with the trying word?! I stand by what I said on the boat”.

 You both laughed at his statement. Looking out the glass door in your eyesight, you frowned.

“We missed it”, you mumbled out.

“Missed what?”

“The sunset”.

“That’s alright, we can sit on the beach tomorrow to watch it”.

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Finally at home, the chaos of the night had settled. The season was coming to close on a high with Cameron’s team winning their final game. Once it had set in that they would qualify for the Super Bowl, celebration plans were fully set in motion. You both had just returned from a party.

Still a bit tipsy, you two stumbled into the bedroom before Cameron sat on the bed, pulling you close to embrace you. Enjoying the comfortable silence, you rested your head on his shoulder, absentmindedly trailing your hands across his upper back. Feeling content, you closed your eyes, breathing in his pleasant scent.

“Thank you”, he mumbled into your shoulder. A small smile forming on your features, you voiced, “you’re welcome”. The realization dawned that you had no idea what he was referring too. Confused, you added, “wait, what are you thanking me for?”

A light laugh escaped him before he replied, “for being here”. At the sound of that, you opened your eyes, pulling back to look at him clearly. Though he was still buzzing from earlier activities, there was a sobering edge to his tone as he continued. “I wouldn’t be where I am right now if it weren’t for you. I’m glad I get to share this moment with you. I’m grateful, for real…”.

Touched by his statement, a smitten expression settled on your face. Caressing his neck, you teased, “aw, look at you being all tender right now”. Warmth traveling up his neck, Cameron’s gaze shifted between your eyes. “I’m always tender about you”, he voiced. “Oh, I know”, you said with a small laugh. You followed up with, “that’s what I love about you”, before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Pondering on the season he had, you voiced, “I’m really proud of you Cam. I know it hasn’t been easy, but you’ve worked so hard to get here”. You paused to admire his features before saying, “you deserve this”. Tears welled in your eyes upon thinking of all of the hardship that had led to this moment. The injuries, the grueling schedule, the moments of defeat followed by him starting to express doubt he would ever experience this.

The joy you felt for him was palpable. It was so difficult seeing him go through all of the challenges this season dealt him, but you knew this was the turning point. You’d never seen him so driven to prove to himself he could do it. And for that reason, there was no doubt in your mind that he’d make it to the Super Bowl.

You lowered your gaze for a moment when you felt a tear roll down your cheek. Cameron immediately brought his hand up to swipe it away with his thumb. In the process he gently tilted your head up to look you in the eyes. Seeing the concern behind his eyes, you eased his nerves. “These aren’t sad tears, I swear. Just feeling a mix of emotions right now”, you softly confessed with a breathy laugh.

Cameron grinned as he poked, “now who’s being tender?” Laughing, you playfully pushed at his chest. “Stop, I can’t help it! I’m happy for you. I already know there’s another celebration coming”. In response, he asked, “you think I have what it takes…? I know I’m a good player but the Superbowl? That’s not a regular game…” Though there was partial humor in his first question, a part of him needed reassurance. If anyone was able to breakthrough the worry in his mind, it was you.

Caressing his jaw now, you gave him words of encouragement. “You do have what it takes Cam. You wouldn’t have made it this far if you didn’t. Don’t doubt yourself, I’m serious. Not tonight baby”. He nodded, “you’re right”. Jokingly, you replied, “I’m always right, especially about this”, before following up with, “but I need you to promise me something right now, can you do that?”

After seeing him nod again you voiced, “please promise me you won’t doubt yourself. I know there’s a lot of pressure on you and I know how your nerves get but I need you to promise me you won’t…” Cameron’s gaze softened upon hearing that. With a smile, he affirmed, “I promise you, I won’t doubt myself. If any thought like that crosses my mind at any point leading up to the game, I’ll just think of you”. Feeling relieved, you thanked him before giving him a gentle kiss. One thing Cameron never did was break his promises to you.

Eyes venturing down to get a look at his outfit, your mind stirred. During your time with Cameron, you’ve seen him in a suit a few times, but it wasn’t often that you did. Your hands smoothed over his shoulders as you inquired, “so… do you by any chance have more suits lined up for when you win?” Cameron responded, “yea, a few of them, why? You don’t like this one??” He looked down at it with a puzzled expression.

Laughing at his confusion, you quickly clarified, “no, no, that’s not it… the opposite actually”. Giving him another look, you admitted, “seeing you in a suit kind of does it for me. You look all polished and professional… I don’t know”. A teasing grin appeared on Cameron’s face as he pushed, “only ‘kind of’…? You sure about that?”

Your eyes dropped to his lips when he said that before shifting up to give him a needy look. In response, Cameron urged, “c’mere”, pulling you against his body. Leaning in for a kiss, you brought one of your hands to his neck again. When his lips sealed over yours, arousal pooled in your core as the kiss grew heated. Retracting his arms engulfing your frame, he palmed your hips, gently rubbing up and down your sides before parting from you.

“Turn around baby”. You obliged, stepping back a bit before fully turning around. When you did, Cameron pulled your zipper down, causing your dress to pool around your ankles. Left in just your underwear now, you turned back to face him before climbing into his lap to straddle him. Lowering his eyes to drink in your appearance now, his hands roamed across your thighs. “You know how beautiful you looked tonight?”

A smile gracing your features at the compliment, you traced his jaw. “Hmmm I have a guess, someone could not stop telling me all night. You know a handsome gentleman actually bought me that dress yesterday…? I think he was trying to woo me”. Playing along, Cameron grinned as asked, “oh really? Did it work or you turned him down…?” Shaking your head in response, you joked, “no, turned him down. Told him I’m already spoken for…”, before giving him a soft peck.

You added a sultry edge to your tone as you continued, “I also told him my man takes special care of me… and I’m satisfied over here…”. Cameron grasped your hips, pulling you flush against his print now. “How satisfied hm?” Seeing the familiar glint of hunger in his eyes, your thighs clenched at his sides from the feeling. A breathy, “very”, fell from your lips before you cupped his jaw, pulling him back in for a kiss.

He ground your hips against his, causing your mouth to part, allowing him to slip his tongue past your lips. The wetness gathering in your underwear with each pass of his clothed length against you was gradually becoming uncomfortable. Moaning into his mouth, you wandered your hands down to frantically unbutton his dress shirt. After some fumbling you successfully unbuttoned him before motioning to push it off his shoulders.

Cameron kept his mouth attached to yours as he momentarily stopped his movements to help you remove it completely. Now met with the frustrating obstacle of his undershirt, you trailed your hands under it to feel the planes of his stomach. Parting for air, you breathlessly urged, “take it off”. He listened, pulling the material over his head before you pushed him back into the comforter. Twitching in his boxers, he bit down on his bottom lip at the sight of you leaning over him.

You eagerly reconnected your lips, moaning when you felt him palm your ass, continuing the same grinding motion over his length. Squeezing your flesh, Cameron brought his hand up to rest on your neck, gently making you part from his lips. “You know what I want to hear… say it”, he whispered against your lips. Grasping at his forearm now, your other hand was settled at his abdomen. You mumbled out, “I need you”, in response.

A smile flashed across his features before he guided you back in for a kiss. You briefly parted from him, a slight gasp falling from your lips when you felt him suddenly wrap an arm around your waist to flip you onto your back. Kneeling over your figure now, Cameron unhooked his belt. Excitement coursed through your veins when you watched him stand to remove his pants, revealing his heavy length.

He climbed back on top to slide your underwear down your legs. Keeping his eyes glued on the glisten of your arousal, he exhaled harshly before voicing, “I might just have to wear a suit everyday if this is what it does to you”. Smiling, you mumbled, “I won’t object”, before he leaned down to reconnect your lips.

Pulling him closer with your legs, his tip brushed against your clit. His hands trailed across your outer thighs, holding you in place as he started gradually shifting his hips before lining himself up. You welcomed the stretch as he started gliding in inch by inch. Grasping at his sides, you whimpered out, “Cam”, when he was completely in.

He stayed like that for a moment, unmoving while he shifted his focus to your neck. Sucking harshly on your sensitive spot, Cameron drew a moan from you. You clenched around him, acclimated to his size. Proceeding to pepper your chest with kisses, he lingered on your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment. Fluttering your eyes shut at the sensation, you moved your hand up to settle at the nape of his neck as quiet moans escaped your mouth the longer he went on.

Voice muffled against your skin, you heard him ask “what else do you want hm…? I’ll give you whatever you want”. Withdrawing his hips now, he lifted his head to peer down at you as he sunk back in in one go. Eyes snapping open at the feeling, you moaned, shifting your hand over to feel his abs flex under your palm. “You already know that though, don’t you?”, he voiced. Biting down on your bottom lip to suppress your moans, you nodded in response. Twitching at the sight, a cocky grin spread across his features. Knowing how much his voice affects you, he persisted.

Continuing the same teasing movement of giving you shallow thrusts, Cameron started coaxing you with his words. “Promise I’m never going to stop taking care of you…”, he spoke before hiking your legs up his torso so you could wrap them around him. He squeezed your thigh before uttering, “never going to stop taking care of this pussy”.

The coil tightened in your core at the sound of his words, causing you to involuntarily clench his length. He brought a hand up to caress the side of your cheek before guiding your mouth to his. Swallowing your moans, Cameron increased his pace, giving you steady, calculated thrusts. Mouth parting from him, a string of saliva followed as you stuttered, “f-fuck, Cameron”. Clutching at his shoulders now, your nails dug into his skin for grounding.

A sharp pang of arousal traveled down his spine when he felt the familiar sting. Groaning, Cameron asked, “You believe me baby?” In response you frantically nodded, moaning as each thrust caused the pressure in your stomach to build. “Say it. I need to hear it”, he voiced while keeping a firm grasp on your jaw. “I believe you”, you mumbled before he shifted his hips for a deeper angle, plunging back in at a fast speed. Hand falling to grip his bicep, you felt heat pool in your core, coating his dick in more slick.

“F-fuck, I believe you Cam”, you moaned out as the depth sent your mind reeling. Peering down at you with blown pupils, Cameron watched the pleasure morph on your face the closer you got. Parting his mouth, he twitched at the sight before voicing, “you deserve it, all of it”. Vision growing hazy, you pulled him in, locking your lips with his. Unable to coherently use words right now, you conveyed your need through the kiss. Seemingly just as needy, he synced his strokes with the movement of his tongue against yours.

Growing dizzy, you pulled back for air. Mumbling out, “so deep baby, don’t sto-”, your eyes began to roll back. Plea spurring him on, Camerons thrusts were relentless now. The lewd squelching sound resonating throughout the room grew more vulgar with each stroke. Voice raw with pleasure, he instructed, “look at me baby. Open your eyes”. Listening, you forced your eyes back open only to be caught off guard by the emotion in his. He reattached his lips before you could say anything. Cameron slowed his hips, rolling them to deliver slow, deep thrusts temporarily.

Savoring the change of pace, you both swallowed each other’s moans until you had to pull apart for air. The hand that rested on his shoulder trailed down to his cheek to thumb at his bottom lip. A high pitched moan fell from your lips when the familiar feeling of your orgasm started bubbling in your stomach. It was too much, his words, his cologne, the way he felt, everything. Overwhelmed, your eyes were glassy as you ran them across his features. Your voice hitched as you said, “I love you”.

Cameron shifted his hand from your neck to gently grab your wrist, moving your hand from his face. He interlocked your fingers with his, laying them on the ruffled comforter. Voice strained, he urged, “say it again”. Thighs trembling around him, you clawed at his bicep.

Upon hearing you moan out, “I love you”, again, Cameron’s hips faltered. A slew of groans left his throat when he felt you contract around him. “I love you too baby”. Squeezing your hand now, he snaked his other arm under your back, slightly elevating your hips to meet his with each thrust. He dropped his head to your neck while controlled grunts began slipping out. Feeling that sharp spiral before your orgasm hit, a shaky, broken moan escaped you.

Hand flying to wrap around the back of his neck, you stuttered, “oh f-fuck, C-Cam”. Tightening his grip, he coaxed, “right there?” In response you nodded, eyes starting to drift shut as the feeling intensified. Mouth falling open, you went silent while your orgasm stirred before washing over your entire body. Cameron tensed feeling you pulse around his dick.

He throbbed before twitching inside you as he slowed his thrusts. Hearing Cameron release a sharp exhale into your shoulder, another wave rippled through your core when you felt the warmth of his cum. Ceasing his movement now, he let you steady your breathing while you rode out your orgasm.

Feeling him press soft kisses on your shoulder that trailed up to your neck, your eyes fluttered open. In a blissful haze, your nails gently traced across his neck while he soon made his way to your face. After he faintly brushed his nose along yours, you gave him a peck, smiling as you did. “Bath or shower?”, he asked. “Bath”, you mumbled.

You now found yourself tucked in between him, resting your head against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your midsection while you absentmindedly traced his forearm under the water. Basking in his warm embrace, you let your eyes close before letting out a hum when you heard him try to get your attention. “You remember mentioning the Bahamas the other day?”, Cameron inquired.

Pondering for a moment, the conversation he was referring to came to mind. He had asked you hypothetically what your ideal vacation would look if you were going somewhere to completely unwind. Fond memories of your favorite childhood trip flashed in your head so naturally, you told him Bahamas. “Mhm, what about it?”

“I booked us a flight set for a couple days after the game”. Opening your eyes now, you fully sat up, turning in his grasp to gauge whether he was serious or not. “You’re serious…?”, you asked in a hushed tone. Heart beginning to race at the thought out of excitement, you were trying to decide whether this was his idea of a joke. Grinning, Cameron nodded. Confirming, “I’m serious”, with a chuckle, he continued. “I figure no matter what happens, win or lose, we could use a break. Plus, you mentioned you took that week off, so I thought fuck it, why not?”

Sending him a puzzled look, you voiced, "I can’t tell if you're joking or not. Cam, I promise you if this is one of your shitty jokes im-". Cameron laughed at your admission, cutting you off before emphasizing, "I’m not joking, I promise!". He pulled you close to him again, settling your thighs at his sides now while he soothingly rubbed them. "The flight is on the following Tuesday, we're staying for a week". Beaming at the sound of that, you circled your arms around his shoulders to embrace him.

"I might even have a small surprise for you when we get there too". As soon as you heard the words leave his mouth, a rush of adrenaline coursed through your body. You loved his surprises. Lifting your head to view his face, you teased, "you sure this isn’t the surprise itself?" With a playful glint in his eyes, he said, "you really think I’d only have one for you? c’mon baby, knowing how excited you get? one isn’t enough". Smiling at his remark, you responded, "you know me well then", before giving him a kiss.

When you embraced him again you heard him murmur, “I don’t know though, we’ll have to see if you still get it since you think my jokes are shitty… but if you take that statement back, I’ll see what I can do!”. Laughing against him, you doubled down, “I’m not taking that back, you know they are so I guess we will just have to see!”

Thank you for reading, feedback is always appreciated ! <3

Part 2 :)

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