Page 20 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)
Twenty
Evan
T he “Entering Boston” sign has my heart beating faster. I’m almost there. If I wasn’t so tired, I’d probably be more amped about seeing Cam again. This whole trip has been longer than I expected, but at least now I won’t have to worry about my things in the apartment back in California. I’m officially moving in with Cam. That thought should probably scare me a little. Instead, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe I should call Cam and let him know I’m almost there, but part of me likes the idea of surprising him. I already know I’m going to be too tired to do much today, but that doesn’t stop my dick from perking up at the thought of seeing Cam.
When I pull my car up in front of Cam’s building, I glance over to see his car. At least I don’t have to worry about him being gone. I leave my things in the car for the moment, locking it behind me. I pull my phone out of my pocket, calling Cam as I make my way to his door. “Hey, how’s the drive going?” he asks.
“Why don’t you open your door and tell me?”
I can hear his footsteps racing to the door from inside. When Cam opens the door, I barely get a second before he’s pulling me inside and kissing me. “I missed you.”
“Me too.” I press a kiss to Cam’s neck. “You want to help me unpack?”
Cam’s hand drifts down from my waist to my ass, grabbing hold. “Hmm, I can think of things I’d rather be doing, but sure, we can do that.”
I barely hold back a laugh, and from the smirk on Cam’s face, it’s easy to guess that was the point. Still, he follows me back to the car, helping to grab the boxes. We pile them up in the living room for now, but the bigger the pile gets, I’m not sure where I’m going to put it all. “Damn,” Cam says, wiping sweat from his brow. “I’ll have to clear out some room for your stuff.”
“I’m sure we’ll figure something out,” I say as I collapse onto the couch. Cam takes a seat across my legs, leaning closer until his lips are only a breath away.
“We should order something for dinner. I’m too tired to cook.”
“Later.” I wrap my arm around his back, my hand grabbing his thigh. I thought I’d be too tired, but my dick is straining at my pants, trying to escape. I move my other hand to cup Cam’s jaw, pulling him for a kiss. It’s different from the heat-filled ones we’ve shared before. We take our time, kissing slowly and twining our tongues together. He shifts, straddling me and grinding his hips into mine. I undo the button holding his shorts closed, my fingers moving to the zipper. Cam isn’t wearing his packer today, making it easier to slide my thumb under the waistband of his underwear and rub a circle around his T-dick. He moans, moving to undo my shorts in return. I lift my hips just enough for him to shove my pants down and pull out my dick.
With our position and clothes still mostly on, Cam strokes my cock, his thumb rubbing the head and practically mirroring my movements. He kisses me as his breathing picks up and moans escape his lips. I know I’m not going to last long, but Cam beats me to the punch. He bites his lip, his legs tightening around mine as his T-dick pulses in my grip. He moves his hand faster, and I let go, making a mess of both of us, my release shooting over our clothes. Cam laughs, bringing his hand up between our faces. He lifts a finger to his mouth, licking my cum from it. “Looks like we made a bit of a mess,” he says with a laugh.
I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of him. “Guess we need a shower,” I tell him.
“Guess so.” He takes his shirt from me, using it to clean his hand. Cam stands up, letting his shorts fall and pushing his underwear down his legs so he’s standing naked in front of me. “You coming?”
“Already did,” I mutter under my breath. Cam hears me and laughs. He turns around, heading for the bathroom, and I get up to follow him, stripping my clothes along the way. The water is running when I get to the bathroom, and I take my place in the shower right behind Cam, wrapping my arms around him. A pleased sigh escapes his lips as he leans back into my chest. I kiss the top of his head, ignoring the way my dick twitches for now. There’ll be time for a round two later, but right now I’m enjoying just holding Cam as the water rushes over us.
We take turns washing each other’s hair and bodies, and the moment seems more intimate than the sex we just shared. Running my fingers through his hair and massaging the shampoo into his scalp is oddly relaxing. All of it passes too quickly, and before I know it, Cam is turning off the water, and we’re clean. We dry off without talking then split ways to get dressed, Cam heading for his bedroom and me for my things still in the living room.
“What are you in the mood for?” I call out.
“Chinese?” Cam offers. “I know a place nearby that delivers.”
“Sounds good.” We meet up in the living room again, and he settles into place next to me on the couch. I wrap my arm around his shoulders as Cam makes the call. Being this close to him after spending a week apart, it’s hard to keep from touching Cam in some way. From the way he keeps cuddling into my side, I can tell he feels the same.
I was expecting something small for the reception since the whole thing was set up last minute, but as Cam parks his car, it’s already obvious that I underestimated my mom. The amount of vehicles in front of the house has me a little worried that the place is packed. “It’s not too late to turn around,” Cam jokes. “We could leave and say something came up.”
“Nope,” I tell him as I see my mom peeking out the window. “We’ve been spotted.”
Cam shrugs and opens his door. I reluctantly follow him. He takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine. Mom opens the door, ushering us in before we can even knock. There’s a cheer of “Congratulations” from the crowd inside and confetti cannons. I think it’s a little over the top, but from the way Cam’s eyes light up, he’s clearly enjoying the attention. His hand tightens on mine, and I’m wondering if maybe it isn’t too late to run.
Mom hugs both of us to her. It’s hard to hear over the noise, but the next thing I know she’s shoving champagne glasses our way and tapping on her own to quiet down the room. “Cam, you’ve always been like a son to me. I’m so proud to finally be able to say you’re officially part of the family.” Mom wipes at her eyes as she lifts her glass.
Ah, jeez. This event has barely started, and she’s already pulling out the waterworks.
Cam takes a small sip of his champagne before clearing his throat. He’s looking at me as the room goes quiet. “Evan, you’ve been my best friend since junior high. No matter what was going on, we were always there for each other. I know our marriage is going to be more of the same.” It’s a short but heartfelt punch to the gut. Cam isn’t making shit up for the crowd.
All the eyes turn to me, and suddenly I’m in the spotlight. “Cam, you know I love you, man.” I clear my throat, trying to find a way to say how much Cam means to me too. “I just don’t know exactly when that love turned from best friend to what we have now. I’m in love with you …” I trail off, not sure how to finish my sudden love confession. Cam leans closer, pressing his lips to mine, and the room cheers. It’s a quick kiss, but it still feels like something’s changed between us. All of this doesn’t feel as fake anymore. I’m tempted to deepen the kiss and show Cam just how much I mean my words, but that’ll have to wait until we don’t have an audience. Cheers ring out through the room, and we pull back, breaking the kiss.
Cam’s cheeks are flushed as he sips his champagne. I’m pulled away by family passing along their congratulations, and my own glass is soon replaced by another. I catch sight of Cam in the crowd talking to Ash. Whatever she says makes him look around and our eyes meet. Even from across the room, I get the distinct feeling that he’s as over the gathering as I am. We’re waiting out enough time to respectfully bow out and head home. The lust in his eyes tells me I’m not the only one eager to continue our earlier kiss.
“Man, you got it bad.” Patrick slaps his hand on my back. “Always thought you two were more than friends, but damn. Seeing you in a full on honeymoon state is a sight. At least take Cam home before you bend him over and claim him in front of everyone.”
“Who says he’s the one bending over?” I ask.
Patrick’s forehead scrunches up in confusion as he tries to work that through his head, and I can’t quite hold back a laugh. Serves him right for bringing it up in the first place.
“If you’ll excuse me, I should get back to my husband,” I tell him before making my way to Cam. His champagne has since been replaced with a soda can, probably a good thing considering he drove us here. “Is it too soon to get out of here?” I whisper in his ear.
“I thought you’d never ask.”