Page 4 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)
Four
Evan
E ven during the day, the Las Vegas strip is impossibly bright. Looking out the window of our cab has my heart racing. Why did I let Cam talk me into this? Probably because that man could talk me into almost anything. A feat which got us both in trouble a number of times in high school. “What do you want to do first?” Cam asks, pulling his eyes from the view to look over at me.
“After checking into the hotel?” I ask. I hadn’t gotten that far in my thinking. Everything is being played by ear at the moment. Cam sat dutifully at my side through the plane ride and now the cab, and I’ve just been along for the ride, mentally checking out. It’s hard to believe this is real. I’m in Vegas on what was supposed to be my honeymoon with my best friend instead of my fiancée. My fiancée, who is still MIA and avoiding my calls. Which I shouldn’t be focusing on. The whole point of this trip is to have fun and not think of Viola.
The cab stops, but Cam is still looking at me and waiting for an answer. My stomach gurgles, reminding me how long it’s been since breakfast. “How about we find somewhere to eat?” I offer.
“Sounds good,” Cam agrees, stepping out and opening the trunk to grab our things. We make our way inside to the reception desk, and the woman looks us over.
“Good morning. Do you have a reservation?” she asks.
“Yes, under Moore. Evan Moore.”
“Evan Moore … yes, there you are.” She grabs a couple of cards, swiping them in the system. “You’re in the honeymoon suite. Congratulations on your wedding. The elevator is right over that way.”
Cam is already headed in that direction, pushing the button. He bounces on his toes as he waits for the elevator doors to open. At least being with Cam lets me live through his excitement. I love how his whole body shows his emotions. It makes being around him that much more fun. “308, 309, 310. Here it is,” he calls out as we walk through the hall. I swipe my card through the reader, and the light goes green, letting me open the door.
Cam barrels past me, dropping his things at the foot of the bed and belly flopping on top of the blankets. “Scoot over,” I shove him to the side and lie next to him.
Cam rolls over, taking in the room, then he looks at me. “I guess I could have asked earlier, but only one bed? You wanna be the big spoon or the little spoon?”
“You’re such a brat. I think we can share a bed without cuddling. It’s a king size, plenty big enough for both of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” he rolls onto his side, looking into my eyes. There’s a playful smile on his lips and for a moment, we just look at each other. Cam’s bright green eyes shine behind his glasses, and I’m struck by memories. The two of us hanging out in his bedroom countless evenings after school, cuddled on his bed watching horror movies.
“Should we look up restaurants in the area?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Sure. What are you in the mood for?” Cam sits up, letting his legs dangle over the other side of the bed.
I pull out my phone, doing a Google search of restaurants in the area, which pops up way too many results. I try again, looking up burger joints. I have a craving for a bacon burger. Cam scoots closer, looking over my shoulder at the phone, and I take a whiff of his cologne. I smelled it earlier in the cab, but now I’m getting a distinct smell of something woodsy and vanilla. It smells good and also somehow just like Cam.
“That one looks good,” he says, pulling me out of my haze. “Come on, the sooner we have lunch, the sooner we can go out exploring everything.”
We leave our things in our room, and I find myself following Cam again in our search for food. The restaurant listing said it was only a few blocks down the road, so this time we skip the cab and walk down the street. It’s a struggle just to keep up with his fast pace, which doesn’t leave time for talking along the way. Cam reaches the door first, holding it open for me as we enter. “Table for two, please,” he tells the hostess.
“What can we get you to drink?” the hostess asks as she seats us at a table.
“I’ll have a beer,” I answer. “What do you have on tap?”
“Make that two,” Cam says, opening his menu. “Might as well, right? We’re not driving.” He waits until the hostess leaves to nudge my leg with his foot under the table. “Having fun yet?” he asks.
“I’m getting there,” I admit. Despite my foul mood at the reason for this whole outing, Cam is cheering me up, and I’m sure he knows it.
“Just wait, we’re gonna live it up this weekend,” Cam promises with a waggle of his eyebrows.
That gets me laughing, and I’m still grinning when the waitress shows up with our drinks. “What can I get you gentlemen?” she asks.
“I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with a side of onion rings,” I answer.
“Chicken tenders and mac and cheese,” Cam tells her with a grin.
We hand over our menus, and she leaves us with our beers. “Leave it to you to order chicken nuggets and mac and cheese with beer,” I say with a laugh.
“Hey there’s no age limit on chicken nuggies and mac and cheese,” Cam says, sticking out his tongue at me.
“You’re adorable,” I tell him before taking a sip of my beer. He doesn’t say anything in response, but the grin on his face widens.
“Ahhh.” Cam’s eyes widen as he stares at the acrobats on the stage.
I can’t decide if I want to watch the show or watch Cam. The way his face lights up with each feat of strength or flexibility act is memorizing and draws my attention. I know I’ve missed Cam’s company over the past few years, but it still surprises me how easy it is to spend time with him. It’s almost like no time has passed between us. The biggest difference is how fully Cam has emerged from his shell and how comfortable he is with himself now, versus when we were teenagers. He doesn’t care that he’s acting like an excited kid at the show. He just enjoys it for what it is.
“Did you have fun?” I ask when the show ends and we’re walking out. It’s late now, and we’re headed back to our room.
“It was amazing,” Cam answers. “The way they bent themselves like a human pretzel. So bendy.” A yawn interrupts his words. I’m glad I’m not the only one tired from our long day.
“Come on,” I lead the way down the hall. Swiping my card to open the door, I turn the lights on. We’re both too tired to care about the single bed. Cam undoes his pants, kicking off his shoes and stripping down to his boxers. My eyes veer to his chest, taking in the faint scars under his pecs, but it doesn’t seem to faze him one bit to show them off.
I shake off the thoughts and follow his example, grabbing my pj pants from my suitcase, slipping them on over my boxers. Cam slides into the bed first, scooting closer to the night table to place his phone and glasses down safely. “Hey, Cam,” I say lightly as I lie down next to him.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Thank you, for everything. Showing up at the airport and inviting yourself here. Not letting me just mope at home.”
He chuckles, “You’re welcome.” We lie there in the dark, listening to each other’s breath. Neither of us is asleep, but Cam is shifting. We lie there for a few moments in silence. “Evan, can I hold you?” he asks.
“Sure,” I answer automatically. I’m facing away from him, making it easier for Cam to scoot closer and wrap his arm around my waist. I’m not sure what made him ask, or why I said yes. It should feel weird cuddling like this. It’s an intimate position, like we’re lovers, but with Cam, it feels almost natural. It’s comforting.
“Night, Cam,” I whisper.
“Night, Evan.”
Cam is tangled in my arms the next morning when I wake up. If anything, we’re closer together. It might have been no big deal how we were cuddled last night, but this morning there’s a bit of an issue. My morning wood is pressing right up against his ass. It’s a complication that neither of us need. I carefully roll onto my back, trying to get out of bed without waking Cam. With any luck, I can take a quick shower and get rid of my problem without him ever knowing. It’s not a big deal, after all, just a typical morning occurrence.
Cam shifts to his back, still snoring away as I climb out of bed. First step successful. I grab my shower bag from my things and head to the bathroom, then let out a sigh of relief when I close the door behind me and lock it . Except even after I piss, I’m still hard. Damn my body for being stubborn . It would figure that I’d have a reaction with how long it’s been since I’ve had sex. Sure, I was sharing a bed with Viola, but it’s probably been a couple of months now since we’ve had sex. I’m sure she’d say she’s been too busy planning the wedding and auditioning for parts. I shake off my thoughts and climb into the shower.
Warm water hits me at just the right angles. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and give myself a light squeeze. I try to think of Vi’s body up against mine, but the image is replaced by a pair of bright green eyes looking up at me from behind glasses. The way Cam’s face lights up when he’s enjoying himself. Shit. It’s almost too easy to imagine him here with me and his hand wrapped around my dick. It’s more than my half-awake mind can handle. I go from hard to aching as my balls draw up. The last thought I have before I come is the way we were wrapped around each other in bed, and how easy it would have been to wake him by kissing his neck. It’s only afterward as I’m catching my breath that I feel guilty. Cam is my best friend.