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  “Is there a certain distance where it’s better?”

  “I can only see shapes now. This close I can tell you have eyes.”

  “Oh, man. That’s got to be hard.” He took Cameron’s hand and brought it to his face.

  “Oh.” Cameron’s eyes closed, and that hand started exploring him, sliding over his face, his features.

  He hummed softly, enjoying the light, warm touch. He didn’t try to hurry Cameron at all, letting the man take his time.

  “You’re warm. You have smile lines.”

  He couldn’t help smiling at that, which he knew only deepened the lines. “Yeah. I like smiling. It makes me feel good.”

  “Do you live here?” Sweet, curious man.

  “Oh, I wish. It really is paradise.” He shook his head, as Cameron still had a hand on his face. “I don’t. I live in Boston. You?”

  “I used to live in Wyoming.”

  “You don’t anymore?” He reached out and traced Cameron’s face with his own fingers, closing his eyes to see it only by touch.

  Cameron shook his head. “No. Not anymore.”

  “Why not?” He kept touching, moving his fingers down to Cameron’s neck.

  “Because… I raised horses. I sold everything, came here.”

  “You figured because you’re losing your sight you can’t keep raising horses?”

  “I know I couldn’t. It’s okay.”

  “You could, you’d just have to figure out new ways of doing things.” His little sister was blind, and he’d defy anyone to tell her that she couldn’t do something.

  “It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except right now.”

  Xander nodded. “I know. I’m going to make it the best five days of your life, Cameron.”

  “Thank you.” Cameron looked lost for a moment, then Xander was kissed.

  He kissed Cameron back, moaning softly into their shared kiss.

  God, Xander had asked to have a lover who needed care, who wasn’t going to fight him at every step, wasn’t a pushy little bottom, and Cameron yielded beautifully. He slid his hand down along Cameron’s side, wrapping it around the man’s hip. Cameron moaned into his lips, and it surprised him, how simple this whole thing was.

  He slid his fingers over the buttons of Cameron’s shirt, tugging them open. Cameron was pale, too lean, like he’d been hiding from the sun. Xander zeroed in on the pretty pink nipples, going for them. Cameron chuckled, leaned into his touch, unashamed, uninhibited. He rubbed his fingers back and forth, watching the sweet nibs grow hard for him.

  “Oh.” Cameron arched, lips parting.

  “Pretty.” He licked Cameron’s lower lip, then the upper one.

  “What are you looking for? What do you want?”

  “You.” It was an easy answer. He pressed their lips together. He thought he felt a little sob pushing into his lips.

  Xander stroked his hand along Cameron’s side, hoping to soothe him. Cameron opened up to him, tongue sliding along his in a caress. Moaning, he matched the touch, playing with Cameron’s tongue, teasing and seducing it. Cameron melted into his kisses, tongue following his, and they played gently together, tongues dancing,

  The kisses melted, one into another, Cameron going boneless against him. Xander pushed his hand around to Cameron’s back, fingers sliding on the warm skin, stroking it.

  The easy, relaxed trust was amazing. How could anyone offer himself so immediately? So easily? Xander accepted it in the spirit it was given, loving on Cameron, slowly exploring the lovely body. Cameron’s hands stayed on his face, watching him, holding him.

  They kissed and explored for a long time, his fingers learning the shape of Cameron’s body as if Xander was the one who was blind.

  Carefully, he eased the wet clothes off, gentled them away, leaving Cameron bare against him. Cameron was soon dry and warm, wriggling against him.

  “You, too?” Cameron’s fingers finally found Xander’s T-shirt.

  “Yes, please.” He hadn’t been planning on moving so quickly, but Cameron felt so good. His shirt was gently eased off him, Cameron’s touch smoothing over his skin. “You’ve got a great touch.”

  “Do I?” Cameron’s question seemed so honest.

  “You do. It feels so good.”

  “You’re warm,” Xander noted as his abs were traced, teased, touched.

  “You like that?” Cameron asked.

  “I do.”

  “Good.” Cameron teased his abs again and Xander’s belly muscles rippled under Cameron’s fingers. “I felt that!”

  He chuckled, did it again, on purpose this time. Cameron laughed softly, face delighted. It didn’t matter that they’d only just met—Xander thought maybe he’d do a lot for that look. He shifted Cameron so the man was straddling his lap, their cocks sliding together.

  “You’re big. I love that. The way a big man feels against me.” Cameron’s words were soft, but they made Xander harder.

  He slid his hands along Cameron’s back and dropped them down to grab Cameron’s lovely little ass. He squeezed gently and rolled Cameron against him. Those lips parted, Cameron moaning for him, begging so prettily without words.

  “We’re going to come, and then I’m going to feed you berries and cake and whipped cream.” It was a good plan, if he did say so himself.

  “Yes. Yes, please.” So sweet. So hungry.

  He rubbed their bodies together, his hands on Cameron’s ass guiding the slender body to slide along his.

  “Oh. Oh, you’re so warm.” Cameron hid his face in Xander’s throat.

  “For you.” He kept them moving, started rolling his hips. He felt every breath, every moan, on his skin.

  Their erections bumped and slid, making him moan, too. Cameron’s tongue slid along his throat, the caress so careful.

  Groaning, he dropped his head back. “Feels good, Cameron. You feel like a dream.”

  “This is a dream. All of it. Right now.”

  “A fantasy, yes.” It was, wonderful and fantastic and totally outside the real world. Xander already thought it was worth every penny.

  Cameron nodded, lips sucking on his throat.

  “You’re marking me.” He kind of liked the idea.

  Cameron’s answer was a tiny moan. Xander kept them moving, their bodies slowly rolling together. It felt so good, but wasn’t overwhelming. He thought maybe they could do this all afternoon.

  He slowed them down, grabbed a strawberry and held it in his mouth. Oh. Bright. He fed it to Cameron from his own lips. Cameron nibbled, so careful. He was less careful, biting through the berry, the burst of flavor filling his mouth. Cameron’s tongue chased the juice. Chuckling, he chased Cameron’s tongue.

  They both started laughing harder, tongues playing, the tension flaring between them. His laughter turned into a groan, his hips moving faster now, his hands pulling hard at Cameron. He was suddenly close, the need right there.

  “Please.” Cameron’s fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging hard.

  “Both of us,” he managed to say, one hand leaving Cameron’s hip to push the long cock against Cameron’s fingers, too.

  “Both.” Cameron jacked them both with sure, short strokes.

  “Yes. God. Yes.” He bit his lower lip, moaned.

  Cameron’s hand sped up, harder, moving over them both.

  “That’s it, Cameron. Come on. Let’s go over together.”

  “Yes. Together. Together. I want to know.”

  “Kn…know what?” he managed.

  “What you feel like. What you smell like.”

  Oh, God. That turned Xander on so much. “I feel wonderful. You feel wonderful. God, soon, Cam.”

  “Soon.” Cam’s thumb rubbed over the tip of his cock, nudging his slit.

  “Shit! Yes!” Xander cried out, heat spraying
up out of his cock.

  Cameron moaned, lips parting, fingers rubbing through his seed.

  “You like how I smell?”

  “Y…yes.” Cameron’s fingers were moving less steadily.

  He wrapped his own hand around Cameron’s, kept it stroking. “Good. Let’s add you to it.”

  Cameron nodded, eyes closed, lips open. “Yes.”

  “When you’ve come, I’m going to taste you—taste us together.”

  That sent Cameron over the edge, seed spilling onto their hands.

  Groaning, Xander mixed their cum together, then brought his hand up, painting Cameron’s lips with their juice. Cameron moaned, lips open, offered to him. He pressed his mouth to Cameron’s, and they shared the taste between them, salty, bitter with a hint of sweet, and he rubbed the rest into Cameron’s belly. Cameron licked at his mouth, the soft sounds pouring into his lips.

  “So sensual.”

  Had Cameron always been like this, or was it because he was losing his sight? Xander was going to find out. He was going to find everything out.

  Chapter Three

  Perfect.

  It was perfect.

  Well, if he could see Xander, it would have been perfect, but if he could see, he’d still be on the ranch with Chett and living a normal life, not spending everything in a final blaze of glory.

  Cameron opened his lips as another strawberry was pressed in.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted better,” murmured Xander. The next strawberry was on a bed of shortcake and had whipped cream on top of it.

  “What’s your favorite?” He was going to remember this flavor.

  “Fruit?” Xander asked, tongue sliding along the corner of his lower lip.

  Cameron moaned at the heat, lips parting. “Anything.”

  “At the moment, it’s sitting in the sun and feeding strawberries to this sexy man I met…”

  “Flatterer.” It felt good, though, and he chose to believe it. To believe in all of it. He had that luxury.

  “It’s true, though. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now.” Xander sounded so sincere.

  “Me, either.”

  “Good. And my favorite fruit are cherries. The advantage of strawberries is that there’s no pit to spit out.” Xander popped another strawberry into his mouth.

  “Cherries are good, especially in pie.”

  “Oh, no. I like them fresh as is. The just ripe ones, so they’re still hard and they make a noise when they break between your teeth and the juice squirts out into your mouth…”

  Cameron’s cock jerked, began to fill again. “You have a way with words.”

  “Thank you.” Xander kissed him again then rubbed their noses together. “Tell me what you like, what you want. Should I tie you up? Should I spank you? Do you want me to fuck you into oblivion?”

  “I haven’t tried very much. I want to try as much as I can before it’s over.”

  Xander chuckled. “You don’t need to be able to see to do most things.”

  He didn’t have an answer to that. He needed to see to be him.

  After a moment of silence, Xander spoke again. “I want to take you to bed and show you everything you’ve never done before.”

  “Please.” He wrapped his arms around Xander’s shoulders.

  Xander stood, holding him close and not letting go as Xander carried him into his cabin, into the bedroom.

  “Xander.”

  It was darker in here, cooler, and the air was moving.

  “Yeah, Cameron?”

  “I like the way your name sounds.” The silence scared him now.

  “Oh. Thanks. It’s short for Alexander, but I never liked that name.”

  “My ex called me Cam. I don’t let anyone do that now.”

  “Can I ask what happened?” It was the first time Xander had sounded tentative.

  “With my ex?”

  “Yeah. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. I can’t help be curious about a man who would be crazy enough not to hold onto someone like you, though.”

  “I’m going to be totally blind in a matter of months.” It was pretty clear, really.

  Xander was silent for a moment, setting him down on the bed. “He left you because of that?”

  “He needed someone that could pull his weight. I understood.”

  “Wow…” Xander’s fingers slid on his skin.

  Cameron shrugged. “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

  “I’m still sorry it happened to you.”

  “I’m not.” He wouldn’t be able to kill himself if he was in a relationship.

  “No? I don’t think I could let it go like that.” Xander kissed him suddenly. “On the other hand, we wouldn’t have this if you were still with him, and I’m finding I’m liking this a lot.”

  Cameron nodded, kissed Xander again. He was, too.

  “I want to feel your ass around me, Cameron. I want to do that once before we do anything more adventurous. I think it’s important.”

  He swallowed hard, nodded. “You’re bigger than anyone I’ve been with. You’ll feel so good.” It might have been his imagination, but he thought maybe his words made Xander preen a little.

  Xander settled him so he was straddling Xander’s lap, spreading his legs across the huge thighs. The man’s hands moved on him, smoothing over his skin and leaving warm tingles behind. He looked down, but the room was dim, he only saw the barest shadows.

  As if Xander could feel him trying to see, Xander grabbed one of his hands, brought it to his face. “Look with your hands, Cameron.”

  He nodded and tried not to think about it. Stupid fucking body. Xander kissed his palm then his fingertips before turning those lips on his wrist.

  “Oh.” Oh, so sensitive. Right there.

  Humming, Xander licked his skin, traced his veins. Cameron’s fingers curled, heat and lightning sliding up his arm. That hot tongue slowly followed his vein up along his arm. He started gasping, moaning, completely focused on that tongue.

  Another hum vibrated up along his arm, and Xander’s fingers began to tease his belly. Soft moans started leaving him. Xander rolled him, putting him on his back as the vein following continued farther up his arm.

  “So hot. Your tongue is so hot.” And Cameron was so hard he hurt.

  “You taste great.”

  More licking teased his skin, Xander’s tongue like magic.

  “Thank you. Please, don’t stop.”

  “No, not going to stop. God, not going to stop.”

  It felt so good, hearing Xander’s need.

  The man followed his veins up over his biceps to his shoulder. His skin goosepimpled, his entire world completely focused on that touch, which moved along his collarbone and to his throat. Xander seemed determined to taste every part of him.

  Soon Cameron wasn’t even thinking. He was simply a ball of sensation, of pleasure.

  The warm fingers slid over him from his waist down, the hot tongue everywhere else. He groaned softly, twisted on the bed. Xander touched the tip of his nipple with that hot tongue. He arched, chest pushed into Xander’s lips. The tip of Xander’s tongue slid back and forth across his nipple, the sensation building and building. His hips were moving in time, bucking quickly against Xander.

  “Sweet, needy man.” Xander moved to his other nipple, worked it just like the first one.

  Was he sweet? He’d been called depressed, angry, bitter. Desperate… “Oh. Oh, please.”

  Xander let his nipple go, and slowly, so damn slowly, worked his way down. One of Cameron’s legs cocked, bent as he spread himself. Xander’s chuckle tickled his belly, then the man’s tongue circled his navel before fucking the little indentation. His own laughter bubbled out of him.

  He could feel Xander’s smile against his sk
in, then that magical tongue kept moving.

  “Oh…” He reached, needing to keep their connection.

  Xander nuzzled his hand and licked, very briefly, the tip of his cock. Cameron gasped, the heat flaring, then disappearing, leaving a cold sensation. Xander didn’t go immediately back to it, instead, that hot tongue slid over to his right hip. His eyes were closed, and he focused on the heat, the slick. The pleasure.

  Humming, Xander sent sensation shooting over his hip—teeth and lips and tongue playing him.

  “So good. So good, thank you.”

  “Shh. Just feel.” Xander sucked at Cameron’s skin, pulling it between his lips, then releasing it and licking closer to Cameron’s cock.

  The sheets were so soft under his bare ass. His skin was awake, alive. Xander bypassed his cock, moving to nose at his balls, lick them so gently.

  “Xander…” He spread, tears in his eyes. So intimate.

  One of his balls was taken into Xander’s mouth. It was so hot, so unbelievably good.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God.” He whispered the words, over and over, like a prayer.

  The sensations in his ball slid through his cock and up along his spine. Then Xander let his ball go and took in the other one.

  “Going to come. Please. Going to.” That pressure was amazing, perfect.

  Xander let his ball go and shifted. “Okay.” Then, without warning, Xander took his cock in.

  He sat up, a sharp cry leaving him, seed spraying from him like he was a teenager. Xander swallowed him down, throat squeezing around the tip of his cock.

  “Oh, God. Yes…” Cameron shuddered with every swallow.

  Xander kept sucking, even when he was done, pulling out little aftershocks and cleaning him.

  “Th…thank you. Oh, God. So good.”

  “You taste great.” Xander slid up along his body, sharing Cameron’s taste with him in a kiss.

  “Thank you.” He scooted closer, hands moving over Xander’s body.

  A low moan sounded, the noise wanton.