Page 14 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)
Fourteen
Evan
C am fidgets with the hem of his shirt when we walk into the bedroom. As much as both of us want to do more, it’s clear he’s nervous and overthinking all of this. I close the gap between us and kiss him again, pressing my lips to his as I grab his shirt and pull it off over his head. I kiss Cam’s neck, making my way to his ear. “It’s totally up to you. We can just lie together and cuddle if that’s what you want.” My hands drift down to his pants, popping the button of his fly. “Or you can show me what you like.”
“I wanna get you off,” Cam says. “Can I suck you?”
I was hoping to take care of Cam, but that sounds good, too. I can always get him off afterward. I move my hands to my shorts, unbuttoning them and kicking off the fabric, leaving me in my underwear. “How do you want me?” I ask.
“On the bed, lie down.” He moves his hands to his pants, taking them off, so he’s in just his boxer briefs.
I climb on the bed, lying on my back and propping myself up on my elbows to get a better view. Cam climbs on the bed, his hands going for my underwear and pulling them down. I lift my hips to give him better access and my dick chubs up, rising to attention. Cam grins, meeting my eyes for a moment before he wraps his hand around the base of my cock, giving it a firm stroke. His tongue comes out, swirling around the tip before it dips into the slit. Fuck. Cam looks right at me as he seals his lips around the head. He wastes no time, sucking me into the wet heat of his mouth until his throat is on the head. “Damn, feel so good,” I tell him. My hands go to his head, my fingers threading through his hair. Cam bobs his head, sucking me as his tongue works the underside of my dick.
His arm moves, sliding between us, and it takes me a moment to realize why. He has his hand down his underwear, playing with himself as he sucks on me. I can’t see anything, but just knowing that he’s so turned on he can’t wait has my balls tightening. Cam moans around my dick, his mouth working me over faster. “I wanna touch you. Don’t make this all about me,” I tell him, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.
Cam lifts off my dick, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he gives me a slight nod. He pushes his underwear down. “I’m not big on penetration,” he says. “It feels good if you play with my T-dick, though.” I kiss him again, pulling Cam to lie next to me on the bed. I move my hand down, careful to avoid his hole as my fingers find the nub of his T-dick. Cam rewards me with a moan as I rub my thumb against it. There’s enough to pinch between two fingers and get a grip to jerk him off. “Hang on, need lube.” He pulls away to lean over me and open the drawer of his nightstand.
It’s only because I’m looking that I notice a decent size dildo in the drawer as he grabs the bottle of lube. Cam said he doesn’t bottom, but does that mean the dildo is for his partners? I’m too preoccupied to ask when a lubed up hand wraps around my dick. I take the bottle from him, squeezing some of the lube on my fingers before returning them to play with his T-dick. The way Cam’s face twists when I hit the right spot encourages me. “Close,” he warns. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not far off myself,” I tell him. My balls are tight, and all it’s gonna take is a few more strokes before I lose it.
Cam moans, his hand picking up speed as his hips thrust, looking for friction. “Shit,” he cusses as he hits his orgasm. That sends me over the edge, spilling over his fist. We lie there basking in the afterglow as we catch our breath, and Cam presses another kiss to my lips. I’m almost afraid to say anything and ruin the moment.
“Hang on, I’ll grab a washcloth to clean us up,” I tell him. A quick trip to the bathroom has me finding the cloth and wetting it before I return to Cam. He watches me as I wipe him down, cleaning his hand of my release as well. I grab the lube, returning it to the drawer and getting another look at the rest of the toys there. I lie down next to Cam and wrap my arm around him, pulling him into me. “Can I ask, if you don’t like penetration, what’s the dildo for?”
Cam bites his lower lip, fighting a laugh. “I don’t bottom usually, but sometimes I like to top if the guy I’m with is into that. If not, that’s fine too. It isn’t a deal breaker.”
I bottomed a few times back in college, but for the most part, I preferred to top. Still, I’m not against the idea of Cam topping me now that it’s on the table. “Good to know,” I say. “We should probably try to get some sleep.” I change the topic as I notice Cam’s eyes drooping. It’s already been a long day, but I’m guessing the sex on top of everything else wore him out. He cuddles into me, lying his head on my chest.
Even though we were sharing a bed and cuddling together before, it feels more intimate now. Maybe part of it is because we’re both naked. My mind drifts back to earlier in the kitchen. I didn’t mean to expose myself to him when I striped my towel off. I really wasn’t thinking of anything other than Cam’s bleeding finger. It’s only after I knew he was okay that I felt foolish for overreacting. I could’ve just as easily grabbed a kitchen towel, but if I had, we might not be here right now.
Part of me knows this is still a terrible idea, but I’m ignoring that little voice. After Cam kissed me in the kitchen, all I wanted was to keep kissing him. Maybe we’re fooling ourselves into thinking this is some easy friends-with-benefits thing, but the way things are going, it looks like I’m going to be here longer than I expected, and I don’t know if I can keep denying something we both clearly want. It was only a matter of time before we kissed again. I just hope I made the right call and that we can just have some fun and get it out of our systems.
I wrap my arm around Cam’s waist as we get out of the car. He leans into me, his body loosening as we walk into the dinner. It’s a stark difference from the last time we were here. He leads me to the table with his friends like we’ve done this a dozen times. It doesn’t feel forced to touch him and interact like we’re a happily married couple.
The server walks up to our table, sashaying in his heels. “Hey, sweeties, I’m Henry, and I’ll be taking care of you today. Are we doing separate tabs?”
“Yup. What’s the specials for the day, Henry?” Zach asks.
“Neve has a paleo spaghetti with zucchini noodles and a side of garlic sweet potatoes. Kit has made a paleo triple berry cashew ‘cheese’ cake that’s better than it sounds,” he reads from his notebook. “It’s all dairy and processed sugar free, but it doesn’t taste like it.”
“I’ll try the cheesecake,” Aria says, butting in.
“I’ll take the meatloaf,” Neil chimes in.
“Put me down for the spaghetti,” Zach says. “And an iced tea.”
“I’ll take the French dip sandwich,” Cam says. “And a coke.”
“The chicken quesadilla,” I say, handing my menu to the server. He jots all the orders down as they’re called out, somehow managing to keep everything straight without asking anyone to repeat themselves. He slides his pen behind his ear, tucking the notebook in his apron before he saunters off to put in the order.
“Where did we leave off last week?” Neil asks, grabbing his character sheet to glance at his stats.
“We found a tavern,” Aria says. “Along the way to the Elven city of Ilia.”
Zach nods and begins the game. “While in the main room, you hear a man boasting about how he barely made it out alive. He says a landslide made the road ahead impassable. He seems to be searching for a party to travel across the mountain pass, but it will be a more difficult journey than the main road.”
“Seems to be the only way to get to Ilia. I guess we’re taking the mountain pass,” Aria says.
“Should we question this guy first?” Neil asks. “What if it’s a trap? Has anyone else come through the main road recently?”
They’re still debating the best option when Henry returns with our food. His arms are loaded up with plates, and he calls out, “Who had the meatloaf?”
We pause the game as plates are passed out and papers are rearranged to make room for the food.
“Oh, before I forget, I won’t be here for game night next week,” Aria says. “I have plans. I’m going to see my cousin’s play. She’s in a production of Sweeney Todd .”
My gaze whips to Aria. “Your cousin?” I ask.
“Yeah, she sent me a picture from dress rehearsals. She’s playing Mrs. Lovett.” Aria pulls out her phone, scrolling until she finds the picture she’s looking for and turns the screen to show me. Sure enough, even with the makeup, it’s clearly Viola. I guess that explains how Vi found out. She must have seen the picture Aria snapped of us together at the last game night. “Wait, are you that Evan?” she asks, now seeming to get the connection. “Vi’s fiancé?”
Cam goes quiet beside me, looking at Aria’s phone. Suddenly, the whole table is looking at me. “Uh, I was,” I answer. “Before Cam and I …”
“Wait, you were engaged to somebody else when the two of you got married in Vegas?” Neil puts the dots together.
“Technically, yeah,” Cam answers.
“So it wasn’t planned?” Aria asks. “Are you two even really together?”
“Arie, dial it back. None of our business,” Zach interrupts. “You don’t have to answer that,” he says to us. “Let’s just get back to the game.” Zach takes over launching into his DM spiel, and even though the group goes along with it, it’s not that easy to just stop thinking about everything.
Cam places his hand on my thigh, and I turn to look at him. He leans in and places a quick kiss on my lips. I let out a sigh when our lips part. Things have gotten way more complicated since Vi found out and broke up with me, but I don’t regret what I’m doing with Cam. I lay my hand over his and give it a squeeze. Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together.