the bricks and threw his mouth over his.
He felt Cam’s shock in the tensing of his muscles and the sharp intake of breath. Cam gripped Dylan’s hip with the hand not holding the leash.
“Shh, baby,” Dylan whispered against those closed lips. “Open up for me. I’ve been missing you all day.”
“Out here?”
Poor closeted idiot. “There’s nobody here but you, me and the dog, and even if Dr. Martin came out, she knows which way I swing, and I’ve told her all about you.”
Cam put his palm on Dylan’s chest, pressing him upright, and his brows drew down. “You did? What’d you tell her?”
“Not about this.” He dragged his hand up Cam’s cock through his jeans. Cam grunted. “Just that you saved me and the dog, and that you’d be stopping by tonight. And that you cook a hell of a meatball.”
That alarmed expression melted away, and one side of Cam’s mouth kicked up. Dylan kissed him there, right at the corner, soft and slow, then moved his lips over his cheek and jaw. Cam tipped his head, a ghost of a smile on his mouth, and Dylan knew he had him. He tickled Cam’s side. “So you didn’t think about me at all?”
“You know I did.” To Dylan’s delight, Cam leaned forward enough to close the small space between them and kissed him, just the tips of their tongues touching.
The blood dropped to his dick so fast and hard Dylan felt light-headed. He held on to Cam’s arm. “Yeah, I want more of that later.”
“I…I can’t stay,” Cam stammered, straightening. “I just brought you the dog. My brother’s expecting me.”
Well, that was bad news. Dylan took the rope leash. “When? Can’t you hang out awhile?”
He looked confused or conflicted. “Maybe…for a little bit. Tash wouldn’t understand about…this.”
The hesitation in his voice spoke volumes to Dylan. He stroked his hand up and down Cam’s arm through the sleeve of his light jacket. “It’s cool. I get it. Your family doesn’t know you’re gay, huh?”
“It’s not…” Cam gave an awkward shrug. “They wouldn’t approve. They have other plans for me and don’t want me seeing anyone.”
“What, like you’re committed to some kind of prearranged marriage or something?”
“It’s hard to explain. I’ll be traveling out of the country soon, and they think it’s best I don’t form any attachments.”
Dylan heard some sort of lie beneath the softly spoken words but couldn’t quite put his finger on what made his instincts itch. Rich boy tethered by his family’s leash? Couldn’t mingle with a kid from the other side of the tracks, maybe. Anger flared in his chest, then died into simmering embers in his belly. He hated bullies, and he hated seeing Cam pushed around.
“You need to make your own decisions, Cam. Fuck your family. They don’t always know what’s best for you.” Speaking from his own experience there. He traced his fingers just inside the waistband of Cam’s jeans. “What do you want? If you didn’t have anyone telling you who you could and couldn’t see, what would you want to do?”
“Stay with you. Last night…”
“It was pretty fucking great, wasn’t it?” Dylan murmured when Cam seemed about to retreat back into his shell.
Cam nodded, his breathing getting more erratic.
“We could do that again.” He edged in closer so their bodies pressed together, and he leaned Cam into the wall behind him. “I got a lot more I can show you. Lot more we can do.”
Cam licked his lips and swallowed. “I want that so much, but…it’s not safe. I’ve been trying to talk myself out of coming here all day.”
“But you talked yourself into it.”
“Looks that way. I’m here, right?”
“Then stay. Like I said, fuck your family. They can’t hurt us. We’ll watch out for each other, right?”
He could have sworn the light around them dimmed just a little, as if someone had thrown a veil over the setting sun for an instant. And then his vision cleared, and
He felt Cam’s shock in the tensing of his muscles and the sharp intake of breath. Cam gripped Dylan’s hip with the hand not holding the leash.
“Shh, baby,” Dylan whispered against those closed lips. “Open up for me. I’ve been missing you all day.”
“Out here?”
Poor closeted idiot. “There’s nobody here but you, me and the dog, and even if Dr. Martin came out, she knows which way I swing, and I’ve told her all about you.”
Cam put his palm on Dylan’s chest, pressing him upright, and his brows drew down. “You did? What’d you tell her?”
“Not about this.” He dragged his hand up Cam’s cock through his jeans. Cam grunted. “Just that you saved me and the dog, and that you’d be stopping by tonight. And that you cook a hell of a meatball.”
That alarmed expression melted away, and one side of Cam’s mouth kicked up. Dylan kissed him there, right at the corner, soft and slow, then moved his lips over his cheek and jaw. Cam tipped his head, a ghost of a smile on his mouth, and Dylan knew he had him. He tickled Cam’s side. “So you didn’t think about me at all?”
“You know I did.” To Dylan’s delight, Cam leaned forward enough to close the small space between them and kissed him, just the tips of their tongues touching.
The blood dropped to his dick so fast and hard Dylan felt light-headed. He held on to Cam’s arm. “Yeah, I want more of that later.”
“I…I can’t stay,” Cam stammered, straightening. “I just brought you the dog. My brother’s expecting me.”
Well, that was bad news. Dylan took the rope leash. “When? Can’t you hang out awhile?”
He looked confused or conflicted. “Maybe…for a little bit. Tash wouldn’t understand about…this.”
The hesitation in his voice spoke volumes to Dylan. He stroked his hand up and down Cam’s arm through the sleeve of his light jacket. “It’s cool. I get it. Your family doesn’t know you’re gay, huh?”
“It’s not…” Cam gave an awkward shrug. “They wouldn’t approve. They have other plans for me and don’t want me seeing anyone.”
“What, like you’re committed to some kind of prearranged marriage or something?”
“It’s hard to explain. I’ll be traveling out of the country soon, and they think it’s best I don’t form any attachments.”
Dylan heard some sort of lie beneath the softly spoken words but couldn’t quite put his finger on what made his instincts itch. Rich boy tethered by his family’s leash? Couldn’t mingle with a kid from the other side of the tracks, maybe. Anger flared in his chest, then died into simmering embers in his belly. He hated bullies, and he hated seeing Cam pushed around.
“You need to make your own decisions, Cam. Fuck your family. They don’t always know what’s best for you.” Speaking from his own experience there. He traced his fingers just inside the waistband of Cam’s jeans. “What do you want? If you didn’t have anyone telling you who you could and couldn’t see, what would you want to do?”
“Stay with you. Last night…”
“It was pretty fucking great, wasn’t it?” Dylan murmured when Cam seemed about to retreat back into his shell.
Cam nodded, his breathing getting more erratic.
“We could do that again.” He edged in closer so their bodies pressed together, and he leaned Cam into the wall behind him. “I got a lot more I can show you. Lot more we can do.”
Cam licked his lips and swallowed. “I want that so much, but…it’s not safe. I’ve been trying to talk myself out of coming here all day.”
“But you talked yourself into it.”
“Looks that way. I’m here, right?”
“Then stay. Like I said, fuck your family. They can’t hurt us. We’ll watch out for each other, right?”
He could have sworn the light around them dimmed just a little, as if someone had thrown a veil over the setting sun for an instant. And then his vision cleared, and
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