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CHAPTER SEVEN

CAMERON

As soon as Cameron shut the front door, the heavy beat of the song coming from upstairs made him smile.

He and Rylan had been living together for almost a week and Cameron had never been happier. They slept together every night, but despite their closeness, they limited their lovemaking to kissing and caresses. Until last night, when Rylan introduced him to frottage.

Cameron experienced nothing as fantastic as Rylan’s body pressed down on his, their clothed cocks rubbing together until their orgasms overwhelmed them.

Each touch he received from Rylan made him crave more, and he became addicted to Rylan and wanted to experience anything and everything sexual with him. Rylan sparked every desire he’d never thought himself capable, as if his body and senses awakened the night they met.

And though their physical connection was growing, Cameron also loved spending time with Rylan.

Most nights they cooked dinner together and after, they would cuddle on the couch. Rylan had introduced him to the horror movie genre. Since he never enjoyed the adrenaline spike from scary movies, most of the time he found himself with Rylan on his lap and his arms banded around Rylan’s chest. He hid his face against the smaller man’s neck and spared himself from whatever atrocity occurred on screen.

“You know it’s fake, right? Nothing that happens on the screen is real.” Rylan said.

Cameron pressed his nose against the shell of Rylan’s ear, inhaling his calming scent. “I don’t think my brain cares whether it’s real or not. I know you left the kitchen lights on, but do you think we can turn on the living room lights, and while we’re at it, check the locks and the alarm.”

Rylan flipped around to straddle his lap and Cameron, feeling ridiculous, closed his eyes until Rylan cupped his face. When he glanced up, Rylan gave him a gentle smile before he tilted his head and kissed Cameron with so much intensity it left him squirming on the couch.

“Let’s watch something else.” Rylan suggestion had Cameron nodding before his sentence was complete.

So Cameron introduced Rylan to the greatest show on TV; The Great British Baking Show. They binged a couple episodes of the first season, but since Rylan’s deadline for the dresses grew closer, most nights Cameron completed his homework as Rylan worked on his creations. He knew Rylan had talent, but seeing one of his creations come alive before him was different. It was obvious Rylan loved color and elegance in his designs. Each dress he created was breathtaking.

Cameron dropped his backpack on the bench by the front door and kicked off his shoes before he jogged up the stairs toward the new song that had less beat and more vocals than the previous one. He turned toward the corner room Rylan had chosen as his studio. His sewing machine fit under the bay window and the built in shelving and walk-in closets provided enough room to store his materials. But the best feature, according to the other man, was the wooden floors where he liked to walk around barefoot.

The room had lay unused and the day after Rylan moved in; they spent the morning cleaning it before setting up the dress forms, moving in furniture including a couch, chairs, and a table where Cameron could study, and finding places to store odds and ends.

He smiled as he walked in, spotting several pieces of material draped over chairs, on the ironing board, and fitted over each of the four dress forms in the room. Along with the infusion of color into Cameron’s life, the sight made him smile because the entire space had a welcoming feel he would associate with Rylan and the happiness he brought into Cameron’s life.

As he turned toward the music, he spotted Rylan with pins in his mouth while his long, thin, sexy fingers sewed around the neck area of the final dress he had to finish.

I’m in trouble if I think his fingers are sexy.

When Rylan finished, he turned down the music until it was a low hum in the room and poked the needle into the pincushion and dropped the pins from his mouth into his palm. After he stored every sharp object away, Cameron slid behind him and wrapped his arms around Rylan’s waist, pulling him close until he was flush against him.

His heart swelled when Rylan leaned back without hesitation and tilted his head to the left. Obsessed with Rylan’s scent, he brushed his nose against the smooth skin along his neck. Sliding his mouth from his shoulder to his ear, he buried his face against Rylan’s hair and breathed him in.

“I’m thrilled the week is over. It was brilliant on both our parts to not have any classes on Friday.”

Rylan chuckled, sending vibrations through Cameron’s chest and the last of his stress from the week evaporated.

“What do you think of the dress?”

With his first true glimpse at the dress, Cameron felt his eyes widen at the creation in front of him. It was a sleeveless number with a beautiful pink lace design over material that looked to him to be silk. The dress looked delicate and gorgeous.

“You’re so talented. It’s perfect.”

Rylan turned in his arms and Cameron saw a hint of pink on his cheeks.

“Still can’t accept compliments, huh? Well, you’ll get used to them and I’ll try not to push because I know how busy you’ve been this week.”

Rylan bit his lower lip and he kept glancing up into Cameron’s eyes. Before Cameron could ask, Rylan spoke up.

“I’ve been thinking. I… want to touch you… everywhere.”

He sucked in a shocked breath, thrilled with the idea. As he tried to find his voice to tell Rylan yes, his head bobbed up and down in hopes he conveyed his enthusiasm with the idea.