A/N: Here you go! The ~smut~ chapter so enjoy, sorry it's not better, I haven't been in the writing mood lately. The chapter after this one will be the final chapter so i'll be sure to make it good :)
"You can do this" Damian reassured the shaking boy next to him, Cameron reached out to grip Damian's hand tightly taking the Irish boy off guard slightly.
"No" Cameron whispered, shaking his head, Damian raised an eyebrow in question—his eyes darted awkwardly to the large, familiar house in front of them and then back to Cameron. Cameron had turned to face him fully with an adoring smile on his face. "We can do this" he corrected the brunette. Damian couldn't eve comprehend the emotions running through him—he felt so proud, so happy, so utterly in love with this brave boy.
"You're right" Damian stated excitedly. "We will do this" He remarked. Cameron had suddenly grown solemn as he gazed upon the house residing in front of them. "You ready?" Damian asked, he felt Cameron's hand shift in his own.
"As ready as I'll ever be" Cameron stated, he had stopped shaking which Damian took to be a good thing. Damian nodded in return and reached out to ring the doorbell. The ringing echoed in both boys' heads it felt like a haunting anthem bringing their fears to life. Cameron had started shaking again—Damian couldn't blame him he felt as if they were waiting for impending doom.
When the door opened Cameron felt like crawling into a hole. His father stood before both of them with an extremely disapproving look on his face. His eyes fell to both of the boys' hands clasped tightly together and he narrowed his eyes as a look of disgust covered his features. He darted his eyes back to Cameron.
"What are you doing here?" He snapped at his son, Damian glanced at Cameron who seemed to have become immobile since the door had opened, he couldn't seem to speak.
"We're here to talk things through" Damian replied simply, Cameron's father seemed to finally acknowledge his existence and frowned unfriendly at him.
"I don't want either of you corrupting my house" He remarked in a harsh whisper, his eyes formed in mere slits as his infuriation of the whole scenario shown through clearly. Damian raised an eyebrow and smiled sickeningly sweet at the man in front of him.
"That's okay. We can always talk on your doorstep?" Damian suggested with a hint of dark amusement in his voice, Cameron's father narrowed his eyes once more.
"Honey? Who is it? Has Cameron come ho—" A kinder voice sounded from behind Cameron's father, Cameron's mom appeared next to her husband and she had covered her mouth in shock. "Cameron" Her voice shook as she talked. She pushed past her husband and enveloped her son in a strong hug. Once she released Cameron from her hold she noticed Damian next to him, she smiled apologetically at Damian and shot an angry glance at her husband.
"I'm sorry about all of this" She stated, she gestured inside the house. "Both of you come on in, let's talk things over" She remarked kindly, her husband frowned and marched off into the house—completely livid.
Once everyone was settled down, Cameron, surprisingly, was the first to speak.
"I'm sorry I ran off like that" He muttered, flinching at the memory of what had happened. His mom shook her head animatedly.
"Don't even apologise, your father should not have hit you" His mother shot another furious glance at his father. She then turned her attention back to Cameron. "I take it you haven't checked your phone? Otherwise you probably would have come back straight away" His mother remarked, Cameron mentally slapped himself.
"No, I left it here" Cameron flushed red—how could he do something so idiotic?
"I thought something like that could have happened…" His mom trailed off. She then locked her gaze with Cameron's in all seriousness. "Cameron, we're your parents, believe it or not but we do love you dearly. Now, all of this might need some getting used to—" Cameron's father interrupted with a scoff, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Especially for your father, but we're willing to do that. Would you please come home?" Her voice sounded pleading and Damian felt like every inch of this woman was trustworthy.
"Yeah" Cameron whispered, struck dumb at how accepting his mother was being—Damian smiled fondly at the surprise in his boyfriend's voice. Cameron's mother reached out an arm and patted Cameron reassuringly; she then turned her attention to Damian.
"Damian, is it?" She asked, Damian nodded sheepishly. "It's nice to meet you—too bad it wasn't under better circumstances" She remarked, Damian grinned.
"It's nice to meet you too, can I say something?" Damian asked, Cameron's mom gestured for him to speak. "I'm really in love with your son, I don't want to do anything to hurt him and I can really see myself being with him for the rest of my life" Damian shot a glance at Cameron quickly, his heart leapt at the stunned look on the boy.
"I can see that" Cameron's mother said with a smile, Cameron's father however stayed silent and just looked angry at everything—however he didn't cause another fuss he merely stayed quiet in silent judgement. Cameron's mom then turned to him expectantly.
"Are you ready to come home now then, son?" She asked him—hope evident in her voice. Cameron instinctively shifted closer to Damian.
"Actually, I—would it be okay if I spent one more night with Damo? I have a lot of things to think about first" Cameron stated guiltily, his mom seemed to understand as she nodded anyway. Everyone bid their farewells—besides Cameron's father who refused to even glance at his son let alone say goodbye to him but Cameron really didn't care. He was honestly afraid of his father—especially after what had happened but he knew that his mom wouldn't want him to come back home if it were dangerous and he knew he could trust her.
By the time Damian and Cameron had made it home it was pretty late, Damian's mom thought that Glee Club had overran and Cameron winced as he remembered that they were meant to be at school he didn't mention anything though and neither did Damian. They were both unusually silent as they sat in Damian's small bedroom.
"Damo, do you remember what we did the night before I stopped speaking to you?" Cameron broke the silence with an unsure voice, Damian flushed uncomfortably red.
"Yeah—of course I remember" Damian said, he placed his hand tentatively over Cameron's. "How could I even forget it" He said breathlessly, Cameron turned pink and tore his eyes away from Damian's piercingly blue ones.
"Did you—do you" Cameron started, he stopped mid-sentence as he felt his face heat up embarrassingly fast. Cameron felt Damian shift closer to him and before he knew what was happening the Irish boy had pushed him down on the bed and straddled his hips dominantly. "Damo" Cameron hissed in surprise as Damian rolled their hips hard together causing both boy's to moan passionately.
Damian's eyes narrowed with lust as he heard the low moan derive from Cameron's mouth, he bit his lip to suppress his own moans and rolled his hips hard against the blonde boy's, Cameron moaned loudly once more causing Damian to grow hard at the sheer sound of his boyfriend becoming this undone from just Damian's hips.
Damian imagined the sounds which Cameron would make if he was inside of him—he wondered if he would thrust harder would Cameron scream his name, would his eyes glaze over, would his sweat cover his skin and make it glisten beautifully.
His erection was becoming painfully hard to ignore—he attached his lips against Cameron's neck as a desperate attempt to forget about how tight his pants were and how hard his erection was becoming. Cameron moaned pleasurably and tilted his head up to give Damian more neck space to kiss. Damian trailed his tongue up and down his boyfriend's neck, enjoying the rough groans emitting from Cameron's mouth, he felt the blonde boy's throat vibrate from under his lips and he couldn't help but moan deeply in response.
Cameron's hands grabbed at Damian's back, he pulled at the fabric of Damian's t-shirt and emitted a small whine. Damian sat up and pulled his shirt promptly off him, taking his time as he knew the first time they did this it was all a rush of mixed emotions and guilt—this time Damian wanted to take his time, he wanted to show Cameron just how much he meant to him.
Once his shirt was removed he closed his eyes to focus solely on the feel of Cameron's hand over his chest, as Cameron caressed his skin using feather-light touches from the tips of his fingers Damian tried hard to memorise the exact feel of them. The small touches sent fiery bursts of heat towards Damian's groin, he bit his lip once more—trying not to ruin the moment by groaning loudly. He suddenly felt the absence of Cameron's hands and his eyes opened to see what happened, his groin throbbed as he witnessed Cameron slowly removing his shirt also, his taut muscles flexing as he manoeuvred his shirt over his head and onto the floor.
Damian couldn't recall how long he just stared at Cameron's body for, his mind felt like it had been blown away—now that he had the time to fully admire Cameron he just couldn't comprehend how beautiful this boy truly was.
"Cam" Damian whispered but Cameron shook his head and crawled onto Damian's lap, his hands skillfully running through Damian's hair in an enticing manner. He pressed his lips eagerly to Damian's and for the first time that night they were kissing and fireworks were bursting loud and clear in each of the boy's heads, their bodies shook with need and want.
Their tongues met over and over again, Damian pushing his own roughly in Cameron's—tasting every single part of the boy's hot mouth. They groaned into each other's open mouths and their hips met once more causing them to moan harder.
Cameron pulled away and ran his hands down Damian's sides as he bent low and started to kiss at his chest. Damian's back arched—he felt Cameron's hands run lower down his waist, suddenly they were working on removing his trousers and underwear. Damian shut his eyes tightly closed and hissed at the cool air hitting his suddenly freed length.
Cameron held the cock tentatively in his hands, memorising what it looked like and what it felt like—he breathed softly on it causing Damian to groan and shiver suddenly. Cameron smirked and leant down to press a kiss against it, rubbing it slightly against his lips.
"Shit—Cam—fuck" Damian hissed—his back arched and his toes curled, his groin positively ached and he was pretty sure it was practically impossible to shiver this violently. He gave out a small yell as his aching length encountered a wet hot pressure—Cameron was suddenly licking and swallowing his cock enthusiastically.
Damian let out a string of incoherent babble as his mind couldn't focus on what was happening. Cameron pulled away from Damian which made Damian whine in protest.
"Damo—I—do you want to" Cameron trailed off and bit his lip, a flush covering his neck and ears. Damian sat up and locked his eyes onto Cameron's.
"I'm ready to—if you are that is" Damian responded, Cameron searched his light blue eyes for sincerity.
"I want you" Cameron breathed at the brunette in front of him, Damian's eyes softened and he nodded, his eyes tore away from Cameron's to dart around the room. He stood up and moved over to the bedside cabinet.
"I bought one ages ago—just in case, you know" Damian babbled, his face completely red, his expression akin to mortification. Cameron laughed softly at his boyfriend. Damian had found what he was looking for and returned with a small bottle, he sat nervously back on the bed and his eyes met Cameron's once more.
"Cam—do you want to—or should I?" He asked, they were both nervous and completely unsure of what to do.
"I—can you fuck me Damian?" Cameron asked sheepishly, something dark flashed in Damian's eyes before the brunette had tackled Cameron roughly down—attaching their lips together as if being away from Cameron's lips for too long physically pained him. Cameron laughed airily into Damian's lips, their fingers entwined together and they pulled apart with adoring expressions on their faces.
"I need to—" Damian trailed off as he coated his fingers in the liquid, Cameron took the hint and moved to undo his trousers and pull them down as well as his boxers, once both boy's were completely naked their eyes met for the briefest yet most passionate of moments.
"I love you" Damian said confidently, his eyes tearing into Cameron's. Cameron's heart skipped a beat.
"I love you, too" He breathed back, Damian's lips were soon on his once more and he felt a rough pressure around his ass, he took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Damian's finger enter him slowly, Damian stopped abruptly and pulled his lips away from Cameron's.
"Are you okay?" Damian asked, worriedly. Cameron smiled through his wince.
"Never better" He mumbled, Damian pushed his finger further in causing Cameron to hiss once more.
"I'm gonna put another in" Damian muttered, Cameron said nothing but the look in his eyes told Damian to just do it. Once the second finger entered Cameron's toes curled, his hand flew to the bed sheets and he gripped tightly on them—his eyes watering through the pain of it. Damian had started a scissoring motion with his fingers—stretching Cameron even further. It wasn't until he pushed both his fingers in further that Cameron let out a loud guttural moan. Damian's eyebrows flew up comically high.
Cameron panted and his eyes met Damian's once more, Damian pushed his fingers against that spot once more which caused Cameron to moan in pleasure once more, his cock starting twitching involuntarily.
"Cam, if I don't—if we don't soon then I'm gonna" Damian babbled, Cameron nodded—Damian withdrew his fingers which earned a groan of protest from the blonde boy however the brunettes fingers were soon replaced. Cameron hissed loudly as Damian started to push himself into the small stretched hole.
"Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop" Damian whispered fondly, Cameron's grip on the bed sheets tightened and his back arched as Damian pushed in slowly—stopping every now and again to check how Cameron was doing.
Once Damian was fully in the two boys's just stopped to look at each other. Cameron was filled—fit to burst with Damian, it was such a surreal moment that the boy's could easily just be dreaming it. But it wasn't a dream—it was real and it was beautiful and perfect and just so utterly them.
Damian pulled out once more and pushed in with more force this time, they both let out low growls and moans—vibrations running all the way through them. They started to create a good rhythm, both panting and moving with speed and timing, occasionally Damian would lean over and kiss Cameron hard on the lips which Cameron would respond to just as eagerly.
They were in their own world, completely involved with each other and it was beautiful.
Damian started to stroke Cameron's cock as soon as they developed a decent rhythm, he pumped away at the blonde boy's length causing Cameron to whine and moan—his moans sounded so dirty so fucking enticing that Damian couldn't hold out anymore, Cameron would never forget the image of Damian completely letting go—his face twisted into a blissful expression, his lips plump and his eyes closed gracefully, his body shook with violent shivers and he came into Cameron, moaning Cameron's name with so much passion Cameron couldn't register anything.
With a few more pumps at Cameron's cock the blonde boy couldn't take it either, he let go and white come spurted out onto his stomach and Damian's hand—it felt sticky and unclean but Cameron was too tired, too spent to do anything about it.
They wrapped their arms around each other and lay completely entwined, in love and spent with each other. They didn't let go of one another all night, they didn't think they ever could.