Cam stirred into consciousness on the very warm bed he was on. Even in his half-awake state, he could detect the heavenly aroma permeating the room. It smelled like the type of breakfast that was probably very unhealthy for you, but you'd have it anyway. For a moment, Cam thought he was home, his mom cooking breakfast feats like she'd occasionally do on a Saturday morning for no other reason than to eat the food. However, he awoke enough to where he could feel Ron's head nuzzling his neck. Cam smiled as the memories from the night previous flooded in. He gently peeled off Ron's arm and stood up.
Cam, though staying the night and doing a wide variety of interesting things in it, had never gotten a good look at Ron's room. It wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, but it was still nice. It had plain beige colored walls, with a trimming near the ceiling and the ground that featured golden balls with what Cam thought to be wings. He looked above the dresser and saw another Quidditch (Cam had to think for a second to remember the name) poster. The poster was of a team of people in bright orange robes with two crossing black c's on them flying on broomsticks. The caption to it read Chudley Cannons: Let's All Keep Our Fingers Crossed and Hope for the Best. Cam chuckled.
"Wuzzat?" murmured Ron sleepily, apparently just waking up.
"I was just admiring your poster," said Cam, barely containing his laughter as he looked the slightly ridiculous motto displayed proudly on the poster.
"Why are you laughing?" yawned Ron, getting up and stretching, "They were ninth in the league a couple of years ago."
"Out of how many?" inquired Cam.
"That's not important," muttered Ron, causing to Cam to laugh. Ron stopped fuming at Cam after he smelled the smell that had woken Cam.
"Have you been cooking?" asked Ron.
"No," said Cam, "I just woke up."
"Ah," said Ron, "Must be Hermione then 'cos I don't know how to cook. She must've finally gotten home last night. I don't know about you, but I'm gonna eat some of that." Cam agreed and started out the door.
"Um, Cam?" asked Ron.
"Yeah?" Cam, one foot out the door.
"Forgetting something?" Ron asked, holding up a shirt that he had pulled out his dresser. Cam blushed and looked down at his himself.
Right, clothes.
Ron laughed and tossed him a shirt, a pair of boxers, and some sweatpants. Cam was happy to note as he slid on the shirt, it smelled just like Ron. If the other male hadn't been there and probably would've found it creep, Cam would've started to sniff the shirt incessantly. Ron donned similar apparel and followed Cam out of the room, and down the stairs. They turned left into the dining room, and both gave similar gasps of surprise when they found what waited for them in there.
It was possibly the biggest breakfast that Cam had ever seen. There were stacks of pancakes, about 7 pancakes high. There were plates filled with toast, french toast, bacon, and sausage. There was a bowl of fruit with apples, bananas, pears, oranges, and some that Cam didn't recognize. There were bowls of cereal with milk and even a spoon inside, prepped to be eaten at a moment's notice. At one end of the table were various things to put on the food, such as jelly, butter, peanut butter, salt, and bizarrely chocolate. Who Cam assumed to be Hermione sat behind a copy of The Toronto Sun, with the blazing headline NON-LETHAL GAS EXPLOSION IN FRONT OF LOCAL MALL. Cam would've been more concerned with that if the amazing feast wasn't in front of him.
Hermione seemed to finally notice their presence after a couple of seconds. She set down her newspaper and observed the two boys. Cam recognized her frizzy brown hair, which was pulled into a photograph, and brown eyes from the photograph. However, Cam didn't expect her piercing glare. Cam could almost see the gears turning behind her eyes as she stared at the two males in the entrance to the dining room. This scared Cam just a bit because he imagined her as a bit of an air head from the photo, despite Ron telling him she was one of the best in his school. Alli Bhandari, a girl at his school, was smart but still a little flighty.
"It's nice to know that you got up at a decent hour Ronald," said Hermione, "I was worried that all this would go to waste."
"All this is right!" said Ron, sitting down at one chair, "You came home after 11:00. You must've stayed up all night to make this."
"Perks of work-derived insomnia," stated Hermione, giving a plate to Ron , "But you seemed to have gone to bed even later than me."
"What d'you mean?" asked Ron, piling pancakes onto his plate. Hermione blushed.
"Um..." she began, her face as red as a tomato, "I came home at around 11:30 and saw that Crookshanks had gotten into my blush again, so I went up to my room to clean it up. Your door was open and I saw that you were... busy... with your friend here." It was Ron and Cam's turned to redden. Hermione now turned her focus to Cam, who was still standing by the table.
"Hi, I'm Hermione, if Ronald here didn't tell you," said Hermione, "Nice to meet you." Cam smiled and nodded at her bashfully. Hermione reached for a plate and handed it to him. Cam sat down at the table, trying to decide what he should eat first. He settled his mind on some French toast. Ron seemed to read his mind and handed him the syrup. They accidentally touched hands in mid hand-off, causing them to blush even more than they were. Cam saw Hermione smiling at them.
"So Cam," said Hermione as he dug into his French toast, "How'd you meet Ron?"
"I was helping him get you your phone," stated Cam. Hermione chuckled.
"Thank you for that," she grinned, showing Cam the phone which had a text notification from a contact entitled 'Mum', "Ron tries but he still doesn't get technology." Hermione and he laughed.
"I can use the microwave," said Ron defensively.
"You'd get tired of Hot Pockets eventually," Hermione quipped, causing Cam to laugh. Hermione was definitely a lot nicer when she was talking... and when she wasn't in a relationship with Ron.
"I can assume you have a muggle parent, then?" asked Hermione. Cam, with a mouth full French toast, nodded and swallowed. "Both of them," he said once his mouth was empty.
"Wicked," said Hermione, "So you're just like me then." Cam shook his head, which caused Hermione to frown and scrunch her eyebrows.
"But if you're not muggle born..." Hermione's face lit in realization, then turned to fury, pointed at Ron. Ron, who was busy stuffing his face with the delicious food, didn't even acknowledge it.
"Ron?" Hermione, "Are you aware that Cam's a muggle?"
'Why does it bloody matter, 'Mione?" asked Ron, his voice suddenly edged, "If you haven't noticed, you're a muggle-born!"
"I'm not angry that he isn't magic, Ron!" said Hermione pointedly, her face scrunching in annoyance, "But we're trying to keep a low cover here! You've obviously told him about us being magic, since he obviously knows what the word muggle means! And he could tell everybody that we're-"
"Well I had to tell him after he nearly got killed with a lorry!"
"What lorry, Ronald?"
"You know that gas explosion-"
"THIS GAS EXPLOSION?" shrieked Hermione, thrusting her finger at the newspaper. Ronald seemed to afraid to nod and didn't. This only made Hermione screech at Ron. "You used MAGIC in front of muggles and made a bloody truck bloody EXPLODE? Ronald Bilius Weasley, of all the stupid, bonehead, IRRESPONSIBLE-"
"Hermione," said Cam in a warning tone, his voice surprising Hermione, Ron, and even himself. Now that he had thrust himself into this situation, he supposed he had to keep talking. "Ron exploded that truck to keep me safe, and a bunch of other people," explained Cam, ignoring the shocked look on Hermione's face, "This guy-Lucius Malfoy- was trying to hurt Ron and me, and if he attacked me, who knows who he could've hurt, too?" This seemed to take all the fight out of Hermione, replacing it was a fearful look.
"Malfoy," she said in frightened disbelief, "H-how... w-why... why was he in Canada?"
"Apparently hunting us down," said Ron gravely, "I had to do something." Hermione closed her eyes, took a shuttering breath. When she re-opened his eyes, her eyes were full of tears.
"I'm such an idiot," said Hermione, her voice shaking, "I'm sorry Ron and Cam, too..."
"It's fine, 'Mione," said Ron, walking over to her and putting his hand on her shoulder, "You're just worried about our safety is all."
"Yeah," she sniffled, rubbing at her eyes, "But it doesn't give me the right to be a raging bitch." Ron laughed softly at that.
"True," he admitted, "But 'Mione... you should take a breather today; you've been up all night. Cam and I can clean up down here and you can go upstairs and watch those trashy American shows you've been watching." Cam nodded in agreement. Hermione got up and started walking to the door when Cam suddenly had a question of his own for her.
"How'd you know my name?" he asked. Hermione's façade became embarrassed.
"Ron was screaming it while..." Hermione trailed off but it was still enough to make Cam blush. Hermione soon afterwards upstairs and Ron sat at Hermione's seat, which was across from Cam's.
"Sorry about that," said Ron, "She's been a little stressed since leaving. We were attacked by Death eaters the first night here, so that set her on edge. It's been 6 months and I think that she believed we were finally done with the attacks." He put his hand across the table to touch Cam's hand. Cam smiled and put his hand the ginger's as well. They kept this contact for a second before breaking it to have two hands to enjoy their breakfast. Cam finished his French toast, then had some pancakes, toast, two apples, and finished within another 2 pieces of French toast. Cam was surprised he could eat all this food, but he was extremely hungry after last night's events. Ron seemed to be in the same boat, on his fifth slice of toast. Cam was full, so he just waited for Ron to finish, which took another 10 minutes of eating. Ron laid back with his arms behind his head.
"Even when she's a bit of an emotional wreck," said Ron appreciatively, "She's a damn good cook." He got up and started to walk towards to the living room.
"Should we clean up the mess?" asked Cam, gesturing to the slight mess they had created on the table.
"Damn you're right," said Ron. He pulled out his wand and pointed at the table. "Wingardium Leviosa." The plates, to Cam's shock and awe, started to levitate off the table. Ron pointed his wand toward the kitchen and the dirty dishes seemed to start floating towards it. Ron smiled at Cam's expression of child-like wonder.
"Pretty cool, yeah?' asked Ron. Cam nodded as he saw the plates stack themselves onto the counter by the sink in the kitchen.
"We can do them later," said Ron, heading over to the couch and sitting down on it. Cam followed and sat right next to Ron, enjoying the uncomfortable feeling the white couch that was probably there for aesthetics. Ron kicked his feet up on the coffee table and looked at the brunette.
"So what d'you wanna do?" asked Ron yawning. Cam was about to say something along the lines of the previous night, due to the fact that Ron's shirt was pulling up, revealing Ron's happy trail. However, he was cut off by the sound of a phone going off. Ron didn't seem to realize what was going on for a second because he pulled out his wand and started to look around the room.
"Where are those damn pixies?" asked Ron looking around. Cam realized his phone, which must've fallen out of his pocket last night. He held it up with a smirk at Ron, then he looked at the phone. When he saw the name Mike Dallas, he groaned a bit and answered.
"Hello?" said Cam a bit disappointefly.
"Hello to you too," said his hockey captain, sounding a lot less tired than him, "Didnt mean to wake you but it's like 10 in the morning."
"Exactly," said Cam, "That's why I'm a little mad. Why are you calling this early?"
"Hockey practice," stated Dallas, "We're having it today. Just wanted to remind you."
"And no need to sound excited," Dallas added when Cam groaned a bit.
"Speaking of practice, where the hell are you?" inquired Dallas over the phone, "Your parents ask if you were at my house, and I said yes to keep them off your ass."
"I'm at a..." Cam paused as Ron looked at him while he looked at Cam, "Friend's."
"Mhmm," said Dallas, sounding amusedly unconvinced, "I've used that one before. Just tell your Prince Charming that I'll need to borrow you for a little bit."
"Okay," remarked Cam.
"See you at 10:30," said Dallas, ending the call. Ron looked at Cam in confusion.
"What was that about?" asked Ron.
"Hockey practice," said Cam, sighing.
"What's that?" asked Ron in confusion.
"Basically, you skate on ice and hit a flat thing called a puck into a goal with sticks," explained Cam, trying to lounge back on the uncomfortable couch.
"Somehow I feel like you're not very happy to be going to it," said Ron.
"I'm not," said Cam truthfully, "I just do it so.. I don't even know why I do it." That was the truth. Back in Kapukasing, Cam had been on the basketball team, which he actually enjoyed. However, in his Freshman year the Hockey was founded and was short a couple people. Cam's coach was both basketball and hockey coach, so he encouraged Cam to join the team. Cam absolutely loathed it, but he was good at it. He continued to do it because it had made him fairly popular and if he continued to, he could possibly get a scholarship. That still didn't change the fact that he didn't like playing it.
"Yeah, I'm not happy 'bout it either," said Ron, putting his head on Cam's chest, the warmth from it permeating to his neck.
"Can you get me to practice?" asked Cam, "I took the bus to get to work and I don't think Dallas really wants to drive mall the way to this side of Toronto."
Ron shook his head. "I don't how to drive cars that don't fly." Cam gave him a weird look, by but Ron seemed to be dead serious.
"I guess I'll call Maya or something," said Cam, gently pushing Ron's head off his chest to reach for his phone.
"Wait," asked Ron, stopping Cam's hand with his own. Cam looked at the ginger with a confused expression.
"Does the hockey place have a fireplace anywhere?" asked Ron. Cam nodded.
"In the manager's office," said the brunette, "I'm assuming there's something you want to do with them?"
"Ron, why are you standing in the fireplace?"
This was a fair question, Cam thought. Ron had led him to up the stairs to a library that Cam hadn't seen. It was through a door across the hall from Hermione's room, who was currently sleep on her back while a loud reality show played in the background. The library wasn't all that impressive, be a relatively small room with a couple of bookshelves and a large white marble fireplace with a leather chair in front of it. The moment they had entered the room, Ron had gone to the fireplace and grabbed a jar on the mantelpiece. Ron was able to stand in the fireplace with the jar and look at Cam's befuddled face.
"Are you going to catch yourself on fire or something?" asked Cam. Ron shook his head and gestured to the jar in his hand.
"Floo powder," explained Ron, grabbing some in his hand and setting the jar down on the mantle, "Say where you wanna go, throw it in the fire, and you're transported where you wanna go, or at least to the nearest fireplace."
"Is that safe?" asked Cam hesitantly.
"I've never been hurt," said Ron nonchalantly, shrugging, "Wanna try it?"
"How about you go first and I'll see how it's done?" suggested Cam nervously.
"Suit yourself," said Ron. He stepped faced the fireplace, yelled "Tom Parker's Hockey Center", and threw the powder into the fire. Cam stepped back in shock as Ron seemed to be engulfed in green fire, only leaving a steaming fireplace in his place. Cam looked at the place where Ron had stood, wondering if the ginger was unburned and still in one peace in the manager's office. Gulping, he went over to fireplace and took some of the powder. He thought about running to the center and apologizing like hell later, but decided he shouldn't keep Ron waiting. Cam nervously stepped by the fireplace and looked at it.
"T-tom Parker's Hockey Center!" yelled Cam, throwing the powder into the fire. Suddenly, Cam's vision was obscured by green fire that seemed to pull him slightly forward and up the chimney.
It was one of the scariest things Cam had ever done, not that he'd done many crazy things. But still, using the Floo Powder was terrifying. Cam felt himself spinning so fast that he was become disoriented, his fantastic breakfast turning in his stomach. His vision was mostly of the green fire that he'd seen, but occasionally through that he'd see what appeared to be the view out of other fireplaces (Cam wondered if they could see a glimpse of him as he flew past). He heard the odd conversation, one about milk and another was a fight between a man and his cheating wife, over the roar of the flames. The experience didn't last long because before he knew it, he slid out of the fireplace in the Hockey Center's managerial office on his back, knocking Ron on top of him.
"That's a pretty short fireplace, eh?" asked Ron amusedly, getting of the brunette and dusting himself off.
"Tell me about it," said Cam, abhorred at the fireplace travel, "Is it always that... that?" Ron chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, kinda," said Ron, "I wasn't actually sure if we were gonna come out here. In order for it to work, it has to be connected to the network, or it'll send you to the nearest fireplace that is. This place must be important to the Ministry of Magic here in Canada."
"Or they just really like hockey," said Cam, "But I don't know anybody that'd go through that just to watch hockey."
"They'd probably just apparate here," admitted Ron. Before Ron could explain what apparating is, Cam felt his phone vibrate, surprisingly surviving the whole ordeal. . It was just a meaningless application notification but he saw that it was 10:27. Cam looked at Ron.
"I gotta go," said Cam, pointing to his phone. Ron nodded.
"Meet me at the door here afterwards," said Ron, "So we can use the fireplace to get back home." Cam nodded. The two males stood there for a moment awkwardly, not really sure what one would say for a temporary greeting for someone with whom you hooked up. Ron split the silence by hugging the shorter brunette. Cam hugged back and smirked when he felt Ron's member pressing against his lower abdomen.
"Maybe later," laughed Cam and Ron did as well. Cam waved and sprinted down to the rink, making it just as Dallas was going into the locker room to talk to the team before practice.
"Hey Saunders," said Dallas, "You're nearly late."
"Sorry, Dallas," panted Cam, hands on his knees, "I had to get a very interesting mode of transportation to get here."
"I think I don't wanna know," remarked Dallas, "By the way, does h-.. the person you were with... smoke? 'Cuz you smell like a fireplace!" Cam shook his head and Dallas shrugged.
"Just make sure you shower it off," shrugged Dallas composedly, "Now come on, you just barely it on time."
Cam sat on a bench in the empty locker room, completely exhausted and was feeling that stress he'd come to associate with hockey. There seemed to be three overlying reasons that hockey was such a drag to him.
One was the sheer physical demands of it. Balancing on the ice, with all the equipment, racing around at speeds that made him constantly feel like he were on a circular Floo Powder trip was amazingly difficult. Cam liked a challenge and Dallas was a nice guy off the rink, but being on it made Dallas turn into a bit of a force of nature. He would make them work their butts off on the ice, and when their butts were off, he'd make them work their legs, arms, chests... Cam experienced full multi-periods of dull throbbing from it.
Second was the time commitments to something he didn't particularly enjoy. Sure, he could get a college opportunity from this, but sometimes when he came home nearing 12 a.m.. Staying up until 4 a.m. was a frustrating reality to him. The only way he could get out of practicing was by having work and he planned his workdays on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays because those were the days that Dallas usually was in the mood to make them work a little more.
Third, and by far the worse. Cam could enjoy the physical challenges and bear his dislike of the game, but all this paled in comparison to his teammates. Even back in his hometown, his teammates were the absolute worse. They were loud, obnoxious, egomaniacal, misogynist, yet oddly female obsessed, among other things. They were constantly being "manly" to prove their heterosexuality and would call any guy that they didn't see fit being call a man gay. Cam was often the target of their attacks, not being the hyper-masculine super-god they seemed to think themselves as. Cam often tried to prove himself, but after he realized that he was gay, he started to do it less because he saw it as futile.
He heard someone enter the locker room and start walking to him. Cam assumed it was Dallas or one of his jerk teammates, but to his pleasant surprise it was Ron. Ron smiled and sat down next to him.
"What are you doing here?" asked Cam, the words coming out more harshly than he meant. "I mean, I didn't expect to see you here."
"You were taking a while," said Ron, "And I just wanted to know when you'd be coming." Cam reached up to his own face and wipe some stray sweaty hairs away.
"I should take a shower," sighed Cam, taking note of how he didn't smell the best.
"Good idea," said Ron, standing up, "We should take a shower."
"We?" asked Cam. He wasn't repulsed by taking a shower with Ron; in fact, he'd very much like to shower with the ginger male. However, he really didn't think a group of homophobic teenage males would appreciate two males in the shower... "showering".
"C'mon Cam, even I can see you're stressed," said Ron, "We don't have to shower like that." His laugh after that confirmed that something would definitely happen. This worried Cam and Ron put his hand on his shoulder.
"There are charms that I know that might take care of the issue," said Ron. He removed his wand from the sweatpants he wore. He muttered a few words under his breath. The door to the locker room seemed to click lock and the air in the actual locker room itself seemed to make itself void of all sound.
"Locking and silencing charms," explained Ron, "These have come in handy more than a few times."Ron then removed his shirt, his sweatpants, and his boxers, putting his wand in the pile of clothes. Cam found himself checking out the taller male's firm ass as he walked to the showers.
"Coming?" asked Ron. Ron walked into the showers and Cam heard one of the shower-heads turn on. Cam tensed as he expected his teammates to arrive en masse. When that didn't occur, Cam walked into the showers. He was greeted to the sight of the taller male standing underneath one shower-head near the rear of the showers, the warm water running down his slightly hairy body. When Ron felt Cam's wondering eyes, he grinned and waved Cam over to him. Cam slowly walked over, trying not to slip on the water on the shower floors.
"Turn around," requested Ron. Cam did so, his back facing Ron. Ron walked past the brunette to a shelf that was installed in the showers to hold shampoo, body wash, really whatever you wanted to keep in a shower. Ron searched on the shelf for a second, then found a bottle of combination shampoo and body wash. He stood behind Cam and squirted some of the white liquid in his hands. Ron put his hands on Cam's head and slowly started to rub the white liquid into Cam's hair. Cam groaned a little bit, the massage of his scalp definitely making him calmer than he had been before. Ron moved his hands to let some of the excess wash away, then moved on from Ron's head. He put his hands on Cam's sore shoulders and began to knead them. Cam felt himself calm even more, soft moans falling from his mouth as Ron's ironically magic fingers relaxed him.
"Are you okay?" asked Ron, mistaking Cam's groans of approval as pain.
"Definitely," stated Cam, his tone now very tranquil. Ron continued to rub down the other's back. Cam didn't know how Ron knew the spots that were usually sore after practice, but he was doing it extremely well, using his thumbs to provide relief on a particularily pained area. Ron had reached the end of his back, and the ginger slapped Cam's ass playfully before continuing back up his back, Cam's eyes rolling back in his head. Ron reached his shoulders again, and then stopped massaging his back.
"Why did you stop?" complained Cam vividly.
"We are in the shower after," said Ron, putting more of the body wash/shampoo in his hands, "Face me." Cam did so, and now he could see more of the ginger boy. The water gleamed off his thin muscular frame, running down his body, the hairs that covered it pressing up against his skin.
"My eyes are up here," joked Ron. He put his hands on Cam's pectorals and started to lather them. It was now Ron's turn to check out the other's body.
No matter how stressed Cam got from it, hockey did wonders for Cam's body. His pectorals were definitely and more finely defined than other guys that he had seen. His lower body wasn't overly muscular but definitely not an eyesore to Ron. Ron's hand rubbed up against Cam's nipples as he lathered over the area. Ron looked up momentarily to see Cam's face, lost in his own little world. Ron let the foam that had formed from the liquid rinse off Cam's chest. He was definitely more relaxed now but Ron had more in store. Ron leaned down and took one of Cam's nipples in his mouth sucking on the hardened nub. He was pleased to hear another one of Cam's moans; he noticed the last night that Cam had enjoy having his nipples played with, so Ron gave the nub a hard pinch. Cam gave almost a little whine at this. Smiling, Ron rubbed the brunette's muscular stomach before dropping to his knees in front of Cam's crotch. He smiled as he saw Cam's cock standing at full mast, leaking slight pre-cum.
"Fuck, Ron," moaned Cam throatily as Ron placed his lips onto the head of the member in front of him, surprising Ron as this was the first foul language that he heard the other employ. He slowly started by swirling his tongue of the tip of the member, then running the tip of his tongue teasingly down a vein that supplied it with blood. Cam definitely seemed a lot more relaxed now.
Ron took a hold of the brunette's cock and slowly inched his mouth onto it. Cam's fingers found their way into Ron's hair as Ron slowly bobbed on the member. Ron's fingers found themselves playing with Cam's balls as he put more and more of the brunette's cock into his mouth, Cam's hips bucked forward, driving more of the thick cock than he could handle, causing him to choke a little.
"Sorry," Cam apologized breathily. Ron waved it off and continued to lick the side of the rod again, driving Cam slightly wild. Ron's head moved to swirl his tongue on Cam's balls, then moving his mouth up the length again, giving one last swipe with his tongue. Ron looked up at Cam, whose face was red and his breathy slightly unsteady. Ron got up and started a kiss with the other.
Cam and Ron kissing immediately turned rough, their tongues fighting for control. Cam won control of it, his tongue massaging Ron's in a way that definitely appeased Ron. Their naked bodies pressed up against each, grinding up against each to feel the friction of their cocks against hard muscle. Cam kissed Ron again, his hand reaching down to stroke the ginger's rod. Ron groaned into the lip-lock, his hips bucking forward. Cam grinned mischievously and dropped to his knees in front of Ron. He immediately took the member into his mouth, causing Ron to groan.
"Cam," groaned Ron, his hips bucking forward to drive his member into Cam's waiting warm mouth. Cam grasped Ron's ass to provide leverage for himself as Ron fucked his mouth, driving the head of his member to the back of his throat, Cam gagging along the entire way.
"Merlin's beard!" muttered Ron while his thrusts increased in speed, his balls slapping noisily against Cam's chin. Cam's fingers on Ron's butt increased, one of Cam's fingers ghosting over Ron's entrance, causing the ginger to shiver. This caused Ron to accidentally make an extra large thrusts, making Cam gag like he had made Ron do before. Ron looked down in lust and slight apology. Cam accepted this apology and Ron continued to thrust into Cam's welcoming mouth. As Ron did this, Cam slowly passed his finger over Ron's hole, rubbing around the rim. Apparently Ron really enjoyed this because Cam could taste precum. Realizing that this might not last much longer at the present rate, Cam removed his head away from Ron's leaking member. Ron looked at Cam in disappointment, being on the verge of releasing, but then saw the look on Cam's face. Ron definitely understood.
Ron went over to a wall and faced it, putting his hands on the wall and slightly bending over, his wonderful ass sticking out at Cam. Cam and Ron both smiled as Cam went over to kneel behind Ron. Cam put his hands on each of the hairy cheeks, and spread them apart. Cam felt his member harden more, if even possible, at the sight of Ron's hairy pucker winking at him.
Ron shuddered as Cam licked from his balls to his pucker, then moving his tongue to lap slowly over Ron's hole. Ron started to grind his ass against Cam's face, Cam responding by increasing the pace his tongue danced around the ring of muscle. Ron's muscles seemed to relax as Cam was able to slip his tongue innto the tight space, Ron making a noise like a mouse being trodden upon.
"God, Cam!" the red-haired male nearly shouted, "How are you so good at this?" Cam, ego feeling boosted, smile and dug his face into the mounds of flesh. He focused more on the cheeks, slightly biting down on the left. Ron made a slightly pained whine but made no objections to it. Cam reached around and gave Ron a couple pumps, then looked up at the hot guy bending over for him, his flushed face matching his own.
"Can I..?" asked Cam, letting the question trail off into space.
"Yeah," answered Ron, an aroused smiling finding its way onto his lips, "Fuck me."
Cam didn't need to be told twice.
He went over to the bottle of shampoo that had been previously been discarded to the side and brought it over to where Ron bent. He hastily put some of the liquid on two fingers and slowly inserted them one at time into Ron. Ron slowly groaned as Cam's fingers stretched him out, occasionally curling upwards to rub at his prostate. Ron's eyes rolled back in his head as Cam massaged the little spot inside of him.
"Fuck Cam," said Ron, breathless and also sort of amused, "You're really eager for this, aren't you?" Cam blushed, but continued to stretch Ron out with his two fingers, Ron's hips bucking back to keep the slick digits within him. When he thought Ron was loosened enough, he removed his fingers and placed his hands on Ron's hips, his cock pointing at Ron's furry hole.
"Ready?" asked Cam, his eyes glazed over with lust but still wanting to know if the other male would be okay. Ron's nod was all he needed as he thrust into the taller male in front of him, earning a groan from Ron. Ron breathed heavily, partly from trying to adjust to intrusion, party from how hot Cam looked with sweat dripping down his face to the absolutely aroused face that he had.
Ron groaned as Cam began to pound into him quicker than he expected at first. It seemed like Cam was getting rid of all his pent-up frustration with hockey. Cam's thick rod went in and out of Ron, slowly stretching Ron out. Ron gasped as his prostate was passed over by one of Cam's thrusts. Cam also seemed to be enjoying this, his face having a slight aroused smile while he did Ron, Ron's tight hole squeezing down on his cock. While he thrust, Cam reached down to Ron's own leaking cock and began to pump it in time with his own thrusts. Ron groaned as Cam's fingers expertly surrounded his member, even rubbing his sensitive head. Ron felt Cam's head drop on his neck, his hot breath causing the hair on the back of his neck to tingle.
"Ron," Ron heard Cam say, his voice raspy as he drilled into Ron, his balls slapping noisily against his ass. Ron groaned and started to push his ass back to meet Cam's thrusts. However, he also felt himself slightly slipping down, due to Cam being shorter and the position he was in. This was making it hard for Ron keep himself at good angle for Cam's thrusts to hit his prostate, so he looked back at the brunette
"Cam," he said, his voice a husky mess, "Stop for a second." Cam stopped himself, looking at Ron as if Ron were criticizing his skills.
"No, it's great," reassured Ron, "I just wanna try a new position." Cam nodded and slowly slid himself out of Ron. Ron walked over to a bench that was in the showers (Ron didn't see the point of having it in there) and sat slightly back on it, spreading his legs to give Cam access yet aain. Cam walked to Ron, gripped his hips, and slowly inserted himself into the ginger yet again.
Cam and Ron both enjoyed this new position much more. They could both now look each other in the eyes as they kissed, Cam letting Ron dominate the kiss. Ron was also very fond of this position because Cam's thrusts were definitely now hitting his sweet with much more prevailing accuracy, the brunette's wide rod stretching him amazingly, and he could play with Cam's nipples, which he now knew was a major turn-on for the brunette by the way Cam's breathing turned shallow the moment he began to do it.
Cam hit Ron's prostate dead on 4 times and Ron knew that he wasn't going to last much loner at the current rate. He looked up at Cam whose face was screwed up in concentration and lust as he assaulted Ron's sweet spot.
"Cam," said Ron, "Show me your pits!" This came out a lot more authoritative than Ron had expected, and this showed on Cam's face. Still Cam seemed to find it hot because he lifted his arms to reveal the requested area of his body. Cam wasn't as hairy as Ron was, but Ron was pleasantly surprised to see that Cam had a bush of brunette hair situated in the indentations that matched the hair that he had on his body and surrounded his cock that was bringing him so much pleasure. Cam smiled as he realized what Ron wanted and awkwardly (due to his angle) brought his armpit down to Ron's face, who shoved his face in it.
"FUCK!" came the muffled of Ron as Cam's cock hit his prostate dead on and brought him to an explosive orgasm. Ron's cock squirted 10 long strings of cum up, most of it coating the pectoral's of the brunette, and a couple even hitting him the face. Ron found it adorable as Cam's tongue licked some of the salty liquid off his face.
"Ron!" gasped Cam as he orgasmed, burying himself balls deep into Ron and staying there as he let loose his seed into Ron. Both boys stayed there for about a minute before Cam pulled out his cock from Ron.
"Feel better?" joked Ron, slowly getting up off the bench.
"Definitely," said Cam, sounding a lot less stressed than he had been. He smiled and gave Ron a quick kiss, some of the Ron's cum getting on Ron's chest.
"Why does that always happen?" laughed Cam. Ron smirked and shrugged his shoulders.
"Dunno," remarked the ginger boy, walking back over to the shower head that they'd been using previously, "But it's a good thing we're already in the shower."
