Soothing

Damian rested his chin on his hand as he stared solemnly out the window of his bedroom. The sound of Christmas music floated in his room from the living room downstairs. Normally he would have been in with his family, singing carols and decorating the tree. But this year, all Damian could think about was how much he wanted to go back to L.A. For weeks he kept telling himself that coming home for the holidays was the right thing. Damian hadn't seen his family in months and he and Jenna really needed some time together. However, once he arrived back in Derry, things just didn't seem the same. He didn't feel at home. He missed the smells of his apartment, he missed working with the cast, he missed everything.

Most of all, Damian missed Cameron. As time passed in their little apartment, Cameron became Damian's family. He was what he wanted to see when he got home from work and what he needed to see in the morning, not that Cameron was ever awake before Damian left. He chuckled to himself at the memory of seeing Cameron passed out on the couch with the xbox remote still in hand, drool running onto the pillow and glasses askew. Many mornings passed with Cameron in the same position. Damian thought it was adorable.

Damian's thoughts were interrupted when someone jumped on his back from the direction of the hallway. "Jesus, you scared the shit outta me, Jenna," Damian exclaimed after he whipped around in his computer chair.

Jenna laughed wildly. Damian couldn't help but notice how crazy she sounded when she laughed. It was nothing like the soothing tinkling of Cameron's laugh. "Sorry, babes," he hated it when she called him that. "I was just coming to get you. Dinner's almost ready."

"Okay I'll be out in a few."

She bounded forward and kissed Damian on the cheek swiftly before retreating back out with his family. Damian sighed and continued staring out the window. He figured Cameron was probably waking up right then. He wanted to hear Cameron's sweet and soothing voice more than anything. He fished in his pocket until he found his cellphone and dialed Cameron's number; he knew it by heart. His stomach churned for some reason but Damian shook it off. He had no reason to be nervous to talk to his best friend, did he?

Cameron wiped the bleariness out of his eyes, slowly raising himself to sit up in bed. He leaned over and checked his phone. 21 missed calls. Every single one from Macy. He groaned and slouched back in the bed, pulling the sheets over his head. The night before had been rough to say the least. Cameron got off the plane from L.A. to find Macy waiting for him. He was ecstatic to see her, really he was. In fact, he was planning on finally, finally going all the way with her during this trip. Macy had wanted to for some time but Cameron wasn't ready. Now he felt like he was. He had a feeling Macy knew what was going on because when they arrived at her house, with her parents out of town, everything was already set up.

Candles were propped on the coffee table and the mantle above the fireplace. A deep red blanket was draped across the couch. Macy sat Cameron down on the couch and started kissing up his neck. Cameron was nervous; he didn't know what to do. He thought that when he and Macy would finally get to this point, he would feel passion, love. But he felt nothing. In all honesty, he wished that someone else was in Macy's place. He didn't know who exactly, just someone. Cameron realized this just as Macy moved to pull off his shirt.

Cameron stopped her. "No, Mace. I can't."

He stood and walked out without another word. He couldn't think about anything, couldn't process what he was doing. So here he was the morning after, avoiding Macy like the plague. Cameron felt the sudden urge to talk to Damian. Hearing the Irish boy's cheery voice always made Cameron feel better back home. Back home. Cameron realized right then that Texas was no longer his home. L.A. was home. Damian was home. He picked his phone back up and was about to click the first number on speed dial just as it rang.

"Damian? I was literally just about to call you."

"Oh no way," Damian chuckled. "Well, what's up over there in Texas?"

"Nothing good. Macy and I… well it's just not good."

"Did you do the deed?" Damian scared himself when he hoped that the answer was no.

Cameron gulped. He had a feeling Damian would scold him if he said no. But he would be able to tell if he was lying anyways so he opted for the truth. "No."

Damian let out the breath he had been holding. He wasn't sure how to respond. Normally he would get after Cameron for not sticking to his plan but seeing as he was secretly relieved, he decided to go the teasing route. "Awh, little Cammy still has his V-card."

"Oh, shut up, Damo. It's not like you've gone all the way. How are things with Jenna by the way?"

Damian could tell he was trying to change the subject. "Okay I guess. She's as annoying as ever."

"I don't get why you don't just break up with her already if she drives you so insane," Cameron twirled the drawstrings on his pajama pants as he spoke, wondering why Damian sounded so strange.

"Well, I used to want to stay with her just so she might have sex with me but I don't think that'll happen anytime soon. Not since I chose L.A. over her an all. So why didn't things work out with Macy?"

"Honestly, I just don't want it to be her. It didn't feel right," Cameron loved that he could tell this stuff to Damian and not feel weird about it. Affection for Damian washed over him.

"Well, shit, Cam. We gotta find someone we can just go all the way with. I know it's not everything in life but I'm getting' tired of having to wank off anytime I get a hard on, ya know?"

"Jesus, Damo, that might've been too much information," although he agreed completely. Cameron heard Damian sigh on the other end. "What's wrong?"

"Like now. I really just want to do it. Like, bad," there was a certain huskiness in Damian's voice that Cameron recognized.

"Are you telling me that you have…a… you know…" Cameron squirmed a little bit.

"Erection? Affirmative," Damian wasn't afraid to be candid.

"Oh. Well, you want me to go?"

"Nah, it's okay, I just…" he breathed in deeply, trying to control himself. Damian didn't have any clue as to what was turning him on so much but he couldn't stand it. He had to do something.

Cameron could hear Damian panting a little and he couldn't stop himself from feeling a little turned on by it. Cameron lowered his voice. "Look, I'll just go. We can talk tomorrow."

Cameron's voice had gotten rough and Damian's erection twitched. Could it be Cameron that was making him so hard? "No, don't go. Say something else."

Confusion shadowed Cameron's thoughts. First of all, was Damian really asking what he thought he was asking? And secondly, was all his blood really rushing to his cock because of Damian's gruff voice? "Like what?"

"Cam, what if… What if I told you that I'm touching myself right now?" Damian pushed his door closed with his foot and poised himself nervously for Cameron's reply. He knew that Cameron would hang up. This would ruin their friendship. But if Cameron was really making Damian feel this way, then there was no way he wanted to be just friends. The silence continued for at least a minute but Damian could still hear Cameron's slow breaths so he didn't dare hang up.

"I would ask you where exactly you're touching yourself," Damian's eyebrows shot up. He was not expecting Cameron to reciprocate.

"Are we doing this, Cam?" Damian had to be sure. He wanted this. He could hear shuffling on Cameron's end.

"Hell yes," Cameron breathed it out. He was obviously as turned on as Damian felt.

Damian quickly stood to lock his door then sat on his bed, simultaneously reaching his hand under his sweatpants. "What are you doing, Cam?" Damian asked, now trying to sound sexy.

Cameron let a small moan escape. "I'm rubbing myself up and down," why wasn't this awkward?

"Rub harder."

Cameron obeyed and whimpered again into his phone. "Are you gonna fuck me when we get back?"

"Uh- Oh yes, so hard, Cam," Damian's breathing came quicker. "I'm gonna suck your cock, so, so much," Damian was barely coherent. The words simply tumbled out of his mouth.

"Please, oh yes," Cameron couldn't form words anymore. He hummed out loudly and moved his hand even faster around his cock under his covers. Damian's pants moved in time with his own and he groaned loudly as he neared his climax.

"Fuck, oh fuck," Damian hit a sensitive spot on the underside of his shaft and moaned louder than he ever had as he came into his hand.

Cameron screamed out, dropping the phone so he could clench onto the sheets as warm liquid spread on his hand. He caught his breath, chest heaving. They didn't say anything for a few minutes, letting what they had just done wash over them.

"You there?" Cameron picked the phone back up.

"Shit, Damo that was insane…"

"Yeah, to say the least. Do you, I mean, did you enjoy it?"

"That's a dumb question."

Damian laughed timidly. "You know what I mean."

"Look, I don't know what this is exactly but I know that that was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had. And I'd like to do it again," Cameron surprised himself with his honesty.

"Same. On all counts," Damian replied with a smile on his face. "I have to go to dinner but we'll talk about this later?"

"Yeah. Call me," Cameron ran a hand down his sweaty face.

"I will. Fuck- I mean, talk to you later." Cameron simply laughed and hung up, hoping that what Damian almost said would be true.