Then he felt Cam add a third finger, scissoring them, working him open, preparing him to take his cock. It was too much but not enough. “Need to … feel you.”

“Legs around me,” Cam ordered, resuming his position above Gannon.

Gannon wrapped his legs around Cam, trying to pull him closer, but Cam kept a small amount of space between them, his hand reaching down to guide the thick crown of his cock against Gannon’s anus.

When the head touched Gannon’s ass, he held his breath. It’d been a long damn time since he’d bottomed. And though he wanted this more than he wanted anything else, he feared the pain. He felt the piercing first, the chill of the metal against his sensitive tissue.

“You’re in control,” Cam whispered softly, leaning forward, his warm breath caressing Gannon’s ear. “It’s all about you.”

Gannon reached up, grabbing Cam’s head and pulling his mouth down. Sliding his tongue inside, he explored slowly, forcing himself to relax. Within minutes, the tension was building once again, but this time, only the feel of Cam lodged deep inside him would be able to quench the thirst. Only Cam seemed to be holding back.

Gannon shifted and the head of Cam’s cock breached him.

While Cam kissed him, Gannon pulled Cam’s hips forward, allowing Gannon to take more of him. It still wasn’t enough. Gannon tried to move, hoping to encourage Cam deeper, but it didn’t help. Breaking the kiss, Gannon pushed Cam’s chest, forcing him up so that Gannon could see him. That was when he noticed the pained expression on Cam’s face.

“So fucking tight,” Cam growled, opening his eyes to meet Gannon’s. “Never felt … anything like it.”

“Deeper,” Gannon urged.

Cam’s hips shifted slightly and Gannon felt more of him press inside. He wasn’t sure he could take all of Cam. He was too big, too thick.

“You’re gonna feel the piercings,” Cam warned.

Gannon prepared for the pain, but it didn’t come. He felt the slide of the metal balls, but it didn’t hurt. Different, yes.

“Okay?” Cam asked.

Gannon nodded. “Need all of you. You won’t hurt me.”

Cam’s eyes widened and a flash of heat ignited. That was when Gannon knew that he’d triggered the beast within.

Cam’s big hands gripped Gannon’s knees, forcing his legs close to Gannon’s body as he pushed his hips forward, feeding inch after inch into Gannon’s body until Gannon was so full it hurt. Not so much that he wanted Cam to stop but enough that he was aware of every inch penetrating him.

Cam retreated slowly, but even at that pace, Gannon felt the piercings inside him. They still didn’t necessarily hurt, but it was a different feeling. Something he hadn’t anticipated.

And just when he caught his breath, ready for more, Cam gave it to him.

Hard.

“Oh, fuck,” Gannon cried out as Cam began impaling him, deep and hard, over and over.

Strong hands tightened on his knees, forcing him into the mattress as Cam’s big, beautiful body powered into him, fucking him hard, fast, deep. The pain receded, and the only thing left was glorious pleasure, filling him, stretching him, those piercings making him very aware of how deep Cam was inside him.

Droplets of sweat trickled down Cam’s face, but he never slowed, and Gannon took everything he offered, yanking his cock firmly, desperate for release.

Time receded and nothing mattered except for the way their bodies were joined, the sweet friction of Cam in his ass, of his own hand furiously jacking his cock. Gannon was ablaze with sensation, overcome with a desire so strong, so fierce he knew he couldn’t outrun it.

His groans were punctuated with every driving thrust, mingling with the groans of pleasure coming from Cam, who still hovered above him, watching the place where their bodies were joined.

Cam’s eyes slid up to meet Gannon’s briefly, and he knew that Cam was trying to hold back.

“Come … for … me…” Gannon could hardly get the words out as Cam continued to fuck him hard and fast, stretching him wider, going deeper with every thrust of his hips.

A rumble started in Cam’s chest, but it quickly graduated to a roar as Cam slammed into him, once, twice, stilling on the third brutal thrust. Gannon fisted his cock, jerking himself harder as Cam’s dick pulsed in his ass. And the thought of what they’d done, coming together like that—skin to skin—had Gannon’s release erupting, his cock jerking as he came, his eyes locked on Cam’s the entire time.

“Oh, yeah. Beautiful,” Cam mumbled, watching Gannon’s dick spurt over his stomach and chest.

Gannon knew in that moment that he’d fallen for Cam, given himself over to him completely. And not just his body. His heart, his soul. Every piece of him.

And he could only hope that Cam felt the same, because what he had to tell him next wasn’t going to be nearly as pleasant as what they’d just done.

Twenty-Seven

After a quick shower with Gannon, Cam pulled on a pair of shorts and returned to the couch, where they’d originally started out. His mind was whirling with thoughts of what they’d just done. More accurately, of how amazing that had been. Cam had never felt anything like that. Then again, he’d never felt anything like what he felt when he was with Gannon period. He knew that this was more than sex, more than a casual acquaintance combined with intense sex.

Hell, it couldn’t be casual. They’d just had sex without barriers, without a condom. Something Cam had never considered until Gannon. Definitely not casual.

No, this was…

“I’m flying to Singapore tomorrow.”

Staring blankly up at Gannon, who was standing in front of him, Cam processed what he was saying. And just like that, those few words numbed him completely.

Flying.

Singapore.

Gone.

Gone was the incredible high from making love to Gannon in a way Cam had never done before. Gone was that strange stirring in his chest that caused his heart to feel so full he thought it might burst. And gone Gannon would be tomorrow.

There was a feeling there, though. This was a tightening in his chest that cut off the oxygen to his brain. Cam felt that invisible band tighten, constricting his lungs, as he sat motionless on the couch, the container of food in his hand, fork halfway to his mouth.

He suddenly wasn’t hungry.

Slowly, he set the container on the table, placed the fork neatly beside it, and looked at the television. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Gannon again.

“I’ll be gone for a week,” Gannon explained.

Cam barely heard the words, though. His pulse was pounding in his ears. He could feel sweat trickling down by his ear, his hands were shaking, and his stomach flipped.

“Cam? Talk to me.”

He couldn’t. That deeply ingrained fear had taken root, stealing his breath and his voice. They were all symptoms of a panic attack, something that he’d battled for years and years. He’d purposely distanced himself from people whose lives revolved around travel because it was too hard for him.

Rational or not, he couldn’t stop it.

What he should’ve done was tell Gannon to be careful, to call him every day while he was gone. Let him know that Cam loved him, wanted to be with him, couldn’t wait for him to get back so they could do what they’d done a few minutes ago again and again.

Instead, he could only think about what his life would be like if Gannon never came back from this trip.

What they’d just shared … even he wasn’t naïve enough to think that was just lust and hormones. The entire time he’d been buried inside Gannon—without a fucking condom because he’d wanted to feel all of him—Cam had felt a pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known. But it had been more than that. So much more.

So, now, the thought of losing Gannon… It was more than he could bear.

He saw Gannon take a step closer. “Cam, we—”