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CHAPTER ELEVEN

RYLAN

Rylan frowned as he opened the front door and heard the alarm beep, waiting for the code to turn it off. The house was dark, which was unusual. Cameron had either met Rylan on campus before they headed home or he waited for Rylan in the living room since Rylan had the last class of the afternoon on Thursdays.

His last final must have run late.

The beeping pulled him from his thoughts and he entered the six-digit code. He rearmed it after locking the front door, having made the promise to Cameron weeks before for his safety, and watched as the lights turned red.

He dropped his backpack on the chair underneath a window and draped his final project over the back before he walked over to the couch and dropped onto it with a heavy sigh. Reaching for the remote, he clicked on the TV but turned down the volume until it was nothing but background noise and leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

Relieved their long junior year was over, he groaned when he realized he and Cameron had one final year to go. At least they had a three and a half month break before the fall semester started.

After the dresses he’d made for Sophia and her friends, he’d spent time on his final project for his fashion trends class, this one a tuxedo. The suit jacket was a light olive green with black lapels and a dark olive pocket. A black and white pocket square made the jacket pop. The pants matched the lapels, along with a white shirt and a black bowtie that completed the ensemble. Cameron was his model for the suit and Rylan smiled as he remembered how sexy he looked in it. It was more of a turn-on because Cameron was wearing something he had made.

The week before finals, Sophia had called to tell him the details of the fashion show, scheduled for the first Friday in September, which left him three months to design ten formal dresses, three men’s suits, and two girl’s dresses. He already had the designs for five of the dresses, and whenever he had free time, he continued sketching more ideas and picked out color the swatches for the final product.

But these past weeks since moving in with Cameron, Rylan looked forward to coming home and spending time with his boyfriend. He was learning how to cook, thanks to Cameron being a patient teacher. And after dinner, they cuddled on the couch, talking about their day or sharing parts of their lives the other missed out on. He loved those uncomplicated moments together.

Cameron took six more credits than Rylan but managed more free time and dealt with the growing issue of Rylan’s safety. Taking his dad’s advice, Cameron contacted the lawyer and researched the next steps to take if Tristan crossed the line with him again, but mostly, they ignored that aspect of Rylan’s past.

On the days where he was busy and Cameron wasn’t, he sat in Rylan’s room as he completed whatever he was working on or they talked. Rylan had never laughed or felt more carefree as he did with Cameron. They both hated the time they had to spend apart because of the end of the school year, but every night they would fall asleep wrapped up together and it was enough.

Although they didn’t speak about it, Rylan missed the intimacy they had the first week they lived together. They still kissed and whenever they were together, they slept in each other’s arms, but Rylan hadn’t been able to bring Cameron to an orgasm with his mouth or hands, and he’d been thinking about it with more frequency the past couple of days.

As if on cue, Rylan’s cock filled as he imagined pushing Cameron back against the front door the moment he had it closed behind him and dropping to his knees. Before he could speak, Rylan would have his jeans unbuttoned and his zipper down. He would meet Cameron’s eyes and his fingers would push his clothing down his thighs, not even pushing them all the way off, before he would take Cameron in his mouth and suck him until he exploded down his throat.

Rylan pressed the palm of his hand against his clothed cock as he moaned. “Fuck, yes, Cameron.”

He closed his eyes, debating between dragging himself upstairs and getting naked and waiting for Cameron to look for him or see where his daydream took him until he Cameron arrived home. He knew the moment he took off his clothes, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his orgasm, so he waited.

With a pained groan, Rylan took his hand away from his now hardened cock and leaned back, closing his eyes tighter, and thinking about unsexy things. Deep in thought and lulled by the drone of the TV, he missed the sound of the front door opening and the sound of the alarm. It wasn’t until Cameron spoke, cutting through his failure to come up with a distraction.

“Are you sleeping or thinking about murdering someone and wondering where to bury the body?”

Without opening his eyes, he smiled at the one voice he wanted to hear.

“I was thinking about ways to seduce you when you arrived home. But all thoughts came back to the one where I pushed you against the door after taking you by surprise and sucking you off until you came down my throat.”

Rylan heard a rustling and opened his eyes to see Cameron pulling his shirt from his jeans and lifting it over his head, throwing it behind him. He moved when Cameron released the button of his jeans, slapping his hands away before Cameron could do what he fantasized about.

“Please, let me?”

When Cameron nodded, Rylan slid the zipper down and hooked his fingers on the waistband. Not taking chances, he slid them down his long legs, tapping one calf and then the other, taking them all the way off. He stood, pulling the other man into a kiss, and before long, he became lost as he savored the taste of Cameron’s mouth and swallowed his moan as his tongue continued to explore.

Breaking the kiss, he moved his mouth to nip at his neck, taking the time to caress his chest with his hands, followed by his mouth, not leaving any area untouched. His tongue darted out and pressed down over a ridge of Cameron’s taut stomach, loving the salty taste on his tongue, before he dropped to his knees.

Rylan nuzzled his cheek against the silky skin of his hard, pulsing cock and moaned.

“I missed touching you, kissing you.”

His hands roamed up Cameron’s thighs, loving the soft hair over wiry muscles as he clenched at Rylan’s touch. All the while, he couldn’t move his eyes from his beautiful dick.

Wanting a taste, but more than that, wanting to pleasure Cameron, he reached for the base of his cock. His other hand cupped his balls and not able to wait another second, swallowed the head into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the sensitive slit, before sliding the rest of his length into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, Rylan.”

His moans pulsed through his eager and primed body as he considered opening his own jeans and stroking his cock to completion while he sucked off Cameron.