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Sixteen

Evan

“ W ell, Mr. Moore, it’s great to have you here. I admit I was a little surprised to see an applicant with California teaching credentials. Can I ask, assuming you do get the position, we’d expect you to get everything in order to teach here. Do you see that being an issue?”

“Not at all,” I assure her. “I just moved back to the area, and I’m looking forward to a change of pace.”

“Good answer.” Mrs. Young stands up from her desk, and I follow her lead by standing as well. “We’re looking to fill the position in the next week or two. I have a few other interviews lined up, but off the record, you’re definitely in the running.” She opens the door, leading me out of the office. When I’m alone in Cam’s car, I let out a heavy breath. Her words echo in my head, and all of this feels more real. Like I better give Cam a better explanation of why I needed to borrow his car to “run errands.”

It’s only been a week since my family found out about our marriage, and I didn’t want to rock the boat by telling Cam I’m considering staying in Boston. I don’t want him to think I’m doing it just to stay with him. I need this to be my idea. Moving home again has more to do with breaking up with Viola and not feeling like California is home anymore. I know I can’t just move in with Cam and play house forever. I’ll have to get an apartment or something, but all of that can wait.

Sleeping in Cam’s bed at night, feeling his naked body pressed against mine, has my mind going places it shouldn’t. I know we agreed to put off the divorce, but for how long? Do we ride this out and wait for the sex to go stale? Or do we pick a date and stick to it? Either way, I need to tell him about the job interview.

I park the car in Cam’s driveway and head inside. The man in question is standing at his terrarium, feeding his turtle as he talks to him. “Hey, honey,” I say, walking over to the pair of them. I wrap my arms around Cam’s waist as I embrace his back.

“Mmm,” Cam sighs, relaxing his body into me. “You get everything done that you needed to do?”

“Yup, and I was thinking. I need to get the rest of my stuff out of the apartment, but after that, I think I’m moving back. To Boston, I mean.”

Cam turns around in my arms, his eyes wide as he presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You mean it? But what about your job?”

“I had an interview for a new job, and I applied for a couple of others. This isn’t a sudden decision. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. There’s nothing left for me there, and I’m not expecting you to just let me move in. I’ll find an apartment or something, maybe stay with my parents for a bit if I need to.”

“Evan, don’t be silly. Of course you can stay here. Besides, I think your parents would find it odd if you weren’t living with your husband,” he teases. “We can clear out a spot in the studio for your stuff and a bed if you don’t want to keep sleeping in my bed.”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” I quickly backpedal. “Nothing has to change. I’m just thinking ahead about what happens after …”

Cam bites his lip. “Ah, well, we can figure that out later. As long as we want to keep doing this and staying married, I don’t see the point of worrying about that.”

His answer is total Cam. Even since I’ve known him, he’s always been the type to jump first and ask questions later. I love that impulsive quality about him, even if it sometimes gets us in trouble. “Okay,” I agree. Cam grins and presses a kiss to my lips. I tighten my grip on his hips, pulling him into me as I slide my tongue into his mouth. A moan escapes Cam’s lips as he grinds his hips forward to meet mine. My dick hits against the silicone of his packer, and it has me thinking about the toy in his nightstand. That’s a thought for another time, but there are other things we can do right now.

I drop to my knees and unbutton Cam’s pants. He looks down at me, threading his fingers through my hair as I press kisses along his hipbone, working my lips over his underwear to trace the outline of his packer. The silicone has the shape of a limp cock and even though it isn’t attached to Cam, that doesn’t stop me from pulling out the shaft of the toy and wrapping my lips around it. I look up at Cam, meeting his eyes as I suck the head of it into my mouth. It’s not the same as sucking on a warm real dick, but the lust-blown look in Cam’s eyes has me picking up speed as I bob on it. My own dick is standing at attention, pushing out my pants. I slide the waistband of Cam’s underwear down, using my thumb to rub his T-dick for a moment before I lean closer and press a kiss to it. There isn’t as much to suck on, but I wrap my lips around the nub and flick it with my tongue. Cam cries out, biting his lip as his hands go to the table behind him to catch his balance.

“Fuck yeah. You’re so hot sucking my cock,” he tells me. “Damn, Evan.” His words spur me on. I suck on his T-dick, swirling my tongue around it. The taste of his juices hits my tongue as his T-dick hardens. I work him over with my tongue and lips, sucking on Cam’s T-dick until his knees go wobbly and he’s struggling to stand up. I slide my hand to his ass, grabbing hold to support his weight as Cam moans and his body tightens, his T-dick pulsing against my tongue as he shakes and hits his orgasm. I lick my lips as I pull away and stand up. Cam grabs my wrist, pulling me in for a kiss. He’s breathing heavily when our lips part. His hand goes for my pants, fumbling with the button and unfastening my fly. He adjusts his underwear, tucking everything back into place before he pauses. “Maybe we should move this to a better spot.”

“Couch?” I ask.

Cam shrugs, walking over to the couch and taking a seat. His hands go to my hips when I get close enough, stopping me from sitting next to him. Instead, he pulls me to stand between his legs and pushes my pants and underwear down, leaving my dick hanging in front of his face. Cam wraps his hand around the base of my shaft and seals his lips around the head. His other hand goes around to grab my ass, pulling me into his head. With a teasing lick to the head of my cock, Cam pulls off and looks up at me. “I want you to fuck my face.”

Damn. How do I say no to that? I thread my fingers into Cam’s hair, cupping the back of his head. He moves along with me, letting me pull his head forward to swallow the length of my dick. After the first slow thrust, I roll my hips, picking up a rhythm. He moans around my dick, his tongue working the underside along with my motions. I’m already painfully close. It’s taking all of my effort not to thrust faster and use his throat to get myself off. I want this to last a little longer. I want to enjoy the trust Cam has in me to do this without hurting him. Most of all, I want to show him he’s more than just a quick fuck to get my rocks off.

Cam’s hands go to my ass, grabbing the cheeks when I thrust deeper. His fingertips pull at my crease, one of them brushing against my hole. That’s what pushes me over. My balls tighten, and with one more thrust, I come down Cam’s throat. He pulls away, and I collapse onto the couch next to him. I wrap my arm around his shoulder, pulling him into me to cuddle, not even caring that my pants and underwear are still around my thighs. I just need a moment to catch my breath and bask in the afterglow before returning to reality.

Telling Cam about my decision to move went better than I expected. I figured he’d like the idea, but I didn’t think it’d lead to us fooling around in the living room. My phone chimes, and I pull it out of my pocket, but a glance at the notification has me sighing. I adjust everything into place before opening the message.

Mom

Can we at least talk about it?

I’ve been avoiding the topic since she found out about the wedding. We didn’t plan on getting married to begin with, but the idea of doing a reception and inviting all of our friends and family to wish us congratulations feels like a lie. Cam glances over my shoulder at the phone. “Talk about what?” he asks.

“Mom wants to throw us a wedding reception,” I explain. “You know, since no one got to be at the wedding. She’s a little upset that she missed out on being there, and I think this is her way of fixing that.”

“A wedding reception?” he asks. “Would a party really be that bad? I mean, we’re planning on staying married, for now anyway, so it isn’t technically a lie.”

“I guess you have a point. Besides, it’s more for my mom. I know she was looking forward to being there for the wedding with me being the first kid to get married. As long as you’re up for it.” I leave it out there for Cam to have the final say. It might be my family pushing for the reception, but I don’t want to do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“I’m in,” he tells me. “But right now, maybe we can figure out dinner. My tummy is growly.”

I laugh, setting my hand on top of Cam’s stomach. “I think we can fix that. How about I call a pizza place and we get delivery?”

“Ooh, yeah. I want Hawaiian.”

“Sure, I’ll get your pineapple pizza, but I’m getting a meat lovers too.”

“There’s a joke in there somewhere,” he tells me with a smirk.

I press a kiss to his lips. “Your meat is more than enough for me.”