"What do you mean?" Damian furrowed his eyebrows. He actually had an idea of what was going on, which make his stomach lurched, but he kept it in his mind.
"Do you trust me enough?" Cameron said calmly yet demandingly.
Damian couldn't help it, he needed to get a reassurance. "Wait is this the part where we end up having sex? Because I'm sure you're not―"
Damian's sentence was suddenly cut due to another lips pressed into his own. He felt numb for a while. His eyes widely opened to see Cameron's face was pressed to his own. His body stood still. He could feel his blood system stopped working. Hell, his lung stopped processing air.
But the lips―that Goddamn lips he had been craving for―kept moving, with more pressure now. After a couple of minutes, Damian gave in. He started to feel everything he felt months ago. His stomach felt like there were butterflies, his knee turned into jelly, mind racing, and other cliché things. He closed his eyes and started to join the movement.
Cameron was starting to get desperately frustrated. Cameron loved the kiss though, it was nothing like kissing Macy, where he needed to be careful the whole time. Reality came in. He kissed Damian, yet Damian didn't seem to like it. Fuck, I knew I shouldn't have done that. He thought. But then, he felt Damian slowly relaxed his lips' muscle and started moving his lips. He felt the Irish brushed his lips excitedly against his own.
Cameron slowly moved his hands to Damian's upper body―from hips to chest―purposely making the Irish lad felt shiver. He trailed his hands down again to Damian's hips, then pulled the boy closer. Damian felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't finger what was happening but he couldn't know whether the atmosphere was still holding them on either.
Both Cameron and Damian felt like they were flying above a tulip garden in heaven. Damian pushed his lips deeper to feel more. The smell of Cameron, his soft yet still rough lips, he could only know that this was a dream came true. He ran his finger at that blondy mess.
He licked Cameron's bottom lip and then quickly bit it, begging for entrance. Cameron moaned loudly at the action, yet still happily obliged. As soon as their tongue met, both boys could feel the addictive of it. It was like touching each other's tongue that kept them alive.
After what it seemed like century of tongue battle, Damian needed a breath. He put his hands on Cameron's chest and pulled away slightly. He rested his forehead into the blonde's. He could feel the nerd's warm breath against his lips, which sent shiver everywhere.
Cameron opened his eyes first. Already missed the warmth of Damian's lips. "Wow…" the blonde nerd spoke.
Damian coughed. He opened his eyes slowly. "What are we doing, Cam?" Damian shook his head. "I mean, what are you doing to me, Cam?"
Cameron shrugged simply. "I don't know…It felt… right."
"Doesn't answer the question." Damian shot a serious look. "You know I had a crush on you…"
The nerd chuckled. "Yeah. Had, Damo. It's not like you're going to drool all over me again, right?"
Damian looked at Cameron dumfounded. Is this guy being serious? He thought. "Yeah, Cam. But―"
"Please, Damo. Can we stop talking and just back making out already?"
Damian gasped a little bit. Is this really Cameron I know?
"NO! Why are you doing this, Cam? T-this is gay, and this morning you yelled at me for just being gay!" Damian tried to control his emotion. He actually really did want to kiss Cameron again, but he was so confused.
"It's not gay, Damo. Bryce said, quote: 'there are only two thing a guy needs after a depressing accident such as break up, alcohol and sex'"
Damian's cheeks turned red. Did Cameron just say sex? Was he proposing to have sex with him? Damian still didn't want to jump on a conclusion though. He looked at the nerd intensely, ordering him to explain the point elaborately.
"Not only I broke up with Macy, but I also just had a fight with you, my long lost brother."
Damian couldn't stand it. "What's the point, Cam?"
The nerd cleared his throat. "Well we can't drink alcohol because you're not legally allowed to, so why can't we have something hot this evening? You're 19!" the words came out in a somehow husky tone, and Damian almost gave in.
"With a guy?" Damian asked.
"Not just with a guy. With my best friend!" the nerd then patted his friend's cheek.
"Wait. Let me get this straight. You're not gay." Damian had this demanding tone on his sentence, which made Cameron a little bit turned on.
"I am not."
"But then you want to have the 'hots' with me?"
"I do."
"Doesn't that make you gay?" asked Damian confusedly.
"Oh, Damo. No. I just desperately want something to release this stress. One hot make out session with a guy doesn't turn me gay. It's more like experimenting." Cameron knew his reason didn't make any sense at all, but he needed Damian. And he needed him now.
"But I can't throw myself to someone who is just experimenting…" Damian felt hesitant for a while.
"Look." Cameron cupped his friend's face. "Think about it this way. You're getting ready to have sex with Cory Monteith."
"O-okay…" he trailed off. "And I have to admit, kissing you felt really good." Damian spoke needlessly.
Cameron didn't need another word. For him, Damian's last sentence was like a ticket to heaven. He leaned in and kissed Damian, putting so much passion on his kiss. He kissed, licked, and bit Damian's lips so hard that it might bleed later. Bleed with lust.
Damian didn't care anymore. He didn't care for whatever reason they were doing this. He just focused on things he was doing right now, which was making out with his best friend, who was biting his neck right now. He couldn't help but hoped it would lead to something more.