Okey, so this is a really short story, its Damron ! I don`t own any of the boys.. ( I wish )
And its my fist, so please be nice, lol ... and yes, sorry if its many tapos in it, English is not my first language
:)

Cameron walked in to the room, and he saw the dark-haired boy lying in bed. He lay with one hand under his head and the other on his stomach. He was asleep, so cute Cameron thought. Cameron walked closer to the bed. He looked down on the boy`s stomach. Then he got an evil smile on his face. He carefully rolled up the bottom of the boys` shirt, and exposed a few inches of his stomach. Damian didn't move, he just moved his hand from his stomach. He knew Damian was ticklish. Cameron took his fingers lightly over the exposed skin, he make his touch light enough so Damian didn't wake up. Damian moved though only slightly, a small smile come on his face. Cameron chuckle, and let his fingers continue to roam. It didn't take too long before Damian let out a little giggle. Hi stopped a little bit, so Damian didn't expect more. He rolled up more of Damian's shirt, in order to strip his side of cloths. Cameron touch Damian`s side. The sleeping boy moved the hand that had bin lying behind his head. Cameron moved, so Damian`s hand wouldn't hit his face. He laughed, but the boy didn't wake. Oh my god, can that boy sleep, Cameron thought. Damian`s shirt was now over his bellybutton. So Cameron gently tickled the boy`s stomach. Damian said, " Stop it" Cameron thought Damian was awake, but he wasn't. he was dreaming. Cameron really wanted to know what the Irish boy was dreaming about...