In Every Universe

22. Cameron

TWENTY-TWO

CAMERON

Zacky was cleared to travel by the time they were scheduled to go to Toronto. Cameron had been dreading going on his own. Last season, he had an unpleasant lunch with his parents before the game, where his dad brought notes on what he needed to be sure to be careful of while he was out on the ice, and then he got the post-game voicemail live in person, where he had to modulate his face into something his dad was okay with seeing and pretend that he was having a normal interaction with his parents around his teammates.

He was so fucking grateful he got drafted to a Western Conference team and only had to go home for one game a season.

This season would be different. He lied about his schedule and said he wouldn’t have time for lunch or to see them after the game. He would see them very shortly after morning skate before they had mandatory video review.

He bounced his knee on the plane as the flight descended into Toronto Pearson International Airport, and Zacky took his hand. They weren’t out to their teammates, but they also weren’t being terribly careful. The two of them wouldn’t be able to hide what they had together for long.

Plus, nothing was worth not getting to hold Zacky’s hand in that moment.

“If your dad is an asshole, I’ll punch him in the face,” Zacky said. It was an empty threat but was still comforting. Still sweet. “I’m proud of you for making space for yourself in this situation.”

“I still can’t believe my parents are, like…okay in your universe.”

“It took a while. And it wasn’t pretty. They’re not perfect, but it’s better than it was.”

“What exactly did I do?”

“I think it was a combination of your parents seeing their baby boy injured on the ice pretty bad and you setting some boundaries.”

“Hm.” If he needed to set boundaries, he hoped he was making the right choices in this universe and wouldn’t have to endure a career-ending injury before they eased up a bit.

The plane landed before dinnertime the night before the game, and after they put their bags in Cameron’s hotel room, they caught an Uber to the restaurant where they were meeting Zacky’s parents.

If Cameron had grown up with Zacky’s parents, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have a complex about becoming a parent himself. They were normal; they were sweet. They were proud of all of their kids, and everyone knew. They behaved themselves in the stands of a hockey game.

Sometimes he fantasized about having Zacky’s parents. If they got married, he would have them.

Camilla and Dean Porter already had a table by the time he and Zacky got to the restaurant, and they hugged Cameron as tight as they hugged Zacky. They spent the first few minutes of dinner addressing Zacky’s head, since his health was the primary concern of everyone sitting at that table.

“We want to thank you again, Cam, for taking such good care of Zack. We knew he was in good hands, but it was such a relief,” Dean said, giving him a fatherly look that his own dad had never managed.

“It’s easy to look after my favorite brain,” Cameron said, smoothing a gentle hand over the back of Zacky’s head. The bump he’d had initially was gone, and Cameron was obsessed with touching that spot like a worry stone—a reassurance that Zacky was getting better.

“All right, all right,” Zacky said, deflecting the tenderness of the conversation. Cameron remembered he should reel in his heart eyes for Zacky around other people. He didn’t think Camilla and Dean would have anything against the two of them being together, but he wanted Zacky to lead that conversation. “I’m getting that salmon thing you were telling me about, Mom.”

Beyond an update about Zacky’s memories, and how they hadn’t returned, Cameron wouldn’t have been able to even tell he was missing a chunk of his life. His parents told him about updates from their family and jobs. They talked about the vacation they wanted to go on that summer, with an invitation extended to Cameron, even without knowing that he and Zacky were…something, now.

They even spent a handful of minutes saying nice things about Cameron’s play lately. Detailed compliments. Their kid was injured, and they were still watching Texas games for Cameron.

Their hugs on the way out were as tight as the ones they greeted him with, and they wished Cameron good luck with his parents the next day. They knew. Anyone who had met Cameron’s dad knew. They didn’t make him talk about it, though. Just gave him strength as he and Zacky headed back to their hotel.

Zacky held his hand in the Uber.

“I already feel like I’m going to play like shit tomorrow,” Cameron said, following Zacky into the hotel room they had decided to share. There was no reason to sleep apart just because they could.

“You’re overthinking. The best revenge is playing well.” They had on the suits they’d worn for traveling, and they both slid out of their jackets and started unbuttoning their shirts.

“I know. I just…I know I’m going to spend all game thinking about them.” His dad was the vocal one about his myriad disappointments, but his mom wasn’t innocent. They were a united front. Great for their marriage, but not so great for Cameron.

Zacky hooked a finger under the chain Cameron wore tucked under his shirt and fished it out. He gave it a tug, his own number dangling from it. “Think about me when you’re on the ice tomorrow.”

Cameron relaxed one percent, but Zacky saw how tense he still was.

“How about tonight we hop in the shower, get our muscles loosened up, and I’ll finger you and make you see God.”

Cameron’s heart stopped. Fuck. “For real?”

“We’ll get your mind off your worries.” Zacky’s face went from concerned to sexy in a flash, and Cameron tripped over himself trying to get his clothes off immediately.

“I’ll get the shower going. Don’t hurt yourself getting naked.”

If Cameron injured himself trying to get naked at the prospect of having Zacky’s fingers inside of him, he would die of embarrassment. He had a simmer of anxiety over the idea of someone sticking anything up his ass, but he took a deep breath and finished undressing.

The shower started, and Zacky wandered out of the bathroom, the shower loud, steam already starting to build up.

“Let me,” Cameron said, already naked, as he took over disrobing Zacky. He got his hands on Zacky’s belt buckle, pulling him close enough to press kisses to his neck. He was warm, that nice cologne he wore when he put on a suit taking on a whole different meaning in his brain now, shifting from distant handsome thoughts about his best friend to how devastatingly sexy Zacky was to him now. “I still can’t believe I get to do this.”

“I don’t know what I would have done if I had to live the rest of this life platonically with you.” His pants fell to the ground, and Cameron pushed his shirt off his shoulders, their lips colliding as they both tried to get Zacky out of his underwear.

“Why is this so fucking hard?” Zacky asked, laughing as he hopped around, trying to pull his boxer briefs off. Cameron caught him as he tipped over.

“Can’t have any more injuries, all right?” He cupped Zacky’s cheek to kiss him again, hot and urgent, and held him still while he finally got himself bare.

Zacky was such a fucking sight . His chest, shoulders, and back were ripped with useful muscle, bottom half built for skating, with thick thighs and a tight ass. He had a classic hockey body, and Cameron was deeply grateful in that moment that he didn’t awaken to his preferences until he had someone specific to look at. Sitting in a locker room of men he couldn’t look at would have been tough.

Now, he couldn’t imagine looking at anyone but Zacky.

“In,” Zacky said, pulling Cameron to the bathroom by his hand. The partially closed door kept the steam in the room, and Cameron shut the door behind them.

They had a nice hotel room with a big shower. Cameron didn’t know anything about bathroom showers, but this one had several different showerheads each with their own controls. The tile had a bit of a sparkle to it, and there was even a bench.

Zacky pressed him up against the shower wall, and he hissed at the cold for a second before it started to warm up.

“I want to make everything so good for you,” Zacky said, pressing their groins together and sealing their lips in a kiss. When they kissed, Cameron thought they must be the exact same height. Their bodies lined up perfectly as the hot water rained over them.

Zacky’s big hands were holding his hips tight, his dick pressed against Cameron’s. He’d done some experimenting before being with Zacky, but nothing crystalized his desire like this.

Zacky broke their kiss to grab a washcloth and squeezed some bodywash on it.

“Oh, we’re doing a full shower,” Cameron said. The two of them showered so often that sometimes a rinse-off was all that was needed.

“We’re doing the full shower.” Just the corner of his smile curved upward. And after a delicious few minutes of Zacky soaping his body down, he realized what full shower meant.

“Oh my god,” he said as Zacky dragged his washcloth up over the curve of one of Cameron’s ass cheeks, then slid it between them. His face flamed immediately.

“It’s the price we all pay for butt stuff,” Zacky joked. He had one hand firmly on Cameron’s waist again, holding him like he thought he might spook, as he washed Cameron as thoroughly as Cameron washed himself when he was alone. “This is not embarrassing.”

“Feeling pretty embarrassed, honestly.” He knew prep was often even more complicated than this. He would need to figure out a way to chill out about it.

Zacky pulled the washcloth away and dropped it to the shower floor, then took Cameron’s face in both hands to kiss him.

The erection that had flagged while Cameron was busy being mortified slowly came back as Zacky’s hands ran over Cameron’s slick skin, his fingers pinching Cameron’s nipples until he gasped, washcloth all but forgotten. When he looked between the two of them, they were both hard, and Cameron had to work not to tell Zacky that it looked like their dicks were best friends too.

“It’s like our dicks are best friends, too.” Apparently, he didn’t have the energy to not say it to Zacky.

Zacky’s laughter filled up the bathroom, echoing off every hard surface and straight into Cameron’s heart. Fuck. If Zacky had a humiliate-Cameron kink, he could probably get into that if it meant hearing Zacky laugh like this.

“Our dicks are best best friends,” Zacky agreed, wrapping both of his hands around them. Cameron dropped his head back to the shower wall, mouth hanging open as Zacky stroked the two of them together.

Cameron knew that he was the main course, so to speak, of that evening’s activities, so before they got started, he wanted Zacky to be the star of his own show. He reached out of the shower to find one of their dozen towels and dropped it at his feet so he had a comfortable place to kneel on the tile.

“You are innovative,” Zacky said, watching Cameron get comfortable in the shower as he pushed his fingers through Cameron’s buzz. A reminder he needed some upkeep.

Zacky was protecting Cameron from getting water directly in his eyes, and he looked up at his best friend. He was looking back at him, his bottom lip pressed between his teeth. From this angle, he had a pretty good view of Zacky’s beautiful body on display.

He thought giving his first blowjob would be nerve-wracking, but the simmer of anxiety he felt about getting fingered kept him from overthinking this. He dove in, taking the head of Zacky’s cock in his mouth. He didn’t have anything to compare him to, but he was big enough to feel overwhelming between his lips. Cameron cupped his balls in one hand, enjoying the heft of them. He knew Zacky was only going to finger him, but if he liked it, someday he could have Zacky’s thick cock in his ass.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Zacky scolded, as Cameron reached down to give himself some relief. “I want to get you worked up myself.”

Cameron used the hand he was going to jerk himself with to compensate for the part of Zacky’s dick he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Zacky moaned, hips stuttering as Cameron gave him more friction.

“Just like that, Cam,” Zacky said, trying to tug him closer and closer without being too forceful. Cameron moaned, and Zacky’s breath caught. Cameron focused on breathing through his nose as he pulled off of Zacky for long enough to lick him root to tip, letting the spit in his mouth gather and drip off of his tongue onto the head of Zacky’s cock. Zacky groaned, covering his eyes with a hand. “You’re going to kill me.”

Cameron could learn technique as they went, but for him, the visual did a lot of the work. He waited until Zacky’s eyes were back on him in order to keep going. He kept their gaze locked as he bobbed on Zacky’s dick, his own erection throbbing. Being on his knees for Zacky was one of the single hottest things he’d ever done in his life, and he couldn’t believe he wasn’t allowed to touch himself.

“Okay, close, close,” Zacky gasped. He pulled out, and Cameron was almost sad, having to watch Zacky jerk himself to completion instead of him finishing in his mouth. But when Zacky came, his orgasm splashed over Cameron’s lips and down his chin. He could feel the warmth of it dripping down his neck to his collarbones.

“What the fuck,” Cameron said, licking up what Zacky left on his lips.

“I’m sorry if that was?—”

“No, that was hot.” He already felt that drifty, loose sex feeling, and they hadn’t even made it to bed yet. Zacky tipped Cameron’s chin up and bent down to kiss the come off his face, then pulled him to his feet to rinse the rest away.

“Well, that wasn’t necessary, but coming before our next activities will give me more patience, so you know what you’re in for.”

“Can’t wait.” His anticipatory anxiety vibrated through him, but if he trusted anyone on this entire planet to stick their fingers up his ass, it was Zacky.

Cameron shut the water off and grabbed more towels. They dried off enough to not get the bed soaked, and then Zacky pulled the sheets back on the king-size bed. There was something about hotel beds that Cameron had never seen replicated outside of one. They were so fluffy. He hopped onto the mattress in the spot Zacky cleared for him, and Zacky swatted him with a towel.

“This goes down first,” he said, nudging Cameron out of the way so he could lay a towel down.

“We’re in the sex-towel phase of the relationship? Or are you anticipating…?”

“The best part of relationship sex is forethought.”

“Thought you were going to say something else.”

“That too. I’m thinking about how much lube I want to use, and how I don’t want to sleep in a lube spot.”

“All right.” Cameron settled on the sex towel. His anxiety eased a bit.

Sex with Zacky was fun. Easy. Even though there was so much that was new to him, the rapport they had helped keep the stakes low. He didn’t have to pretend to be sexy or try to seduce anyone. He and Zacky were the definition of “easy for each other.” Plus, he underestimated how much he liked laughing during sex.

Zacky grabbed a bottle of lube from his duffel and set it on the side table.

“How do you want me?” Cameron asked as a blush covered Zacky’s cheeks.

“Using sexy voice on me isn’t fair. You don’t need to make me come again.”

“Sexy voice? ”

“When your voice goes all deep and quiet.” Okay. So Zacky thought Cameron being shy was hot. That would work out for them as they kept exploring new stuff. “You can stay on your back, or you can get on your knees.”

“What do you prefer?”

“Personally? I guess I like being on my back.”

“Okay. I’ll try it that way.”

He parted his legs in invitation. He wanted to get the show on the road.

Zacky drank in the sight of him, letting out a sigh of relief like he was coming home.

“Listen, I love you for who you are as a person and for your heart, but fuck,” Zacky said, settling between Cameron’s legs, his warm hands running up his inner thighs, “there is no better sight than you on your back for me.”

Cameron was still mostly hard, worked up from the shower and anticipation, but Zacky curled over him, taking his dick in his mouth to get him fully hard. It didn’t take much. He was already getting addicted to the feeling of Zacky’s mouth around him. He pulled off, letting Cameron’s cock drop back to his stomach.

The amount of experience Cameron had with this particular activity was extremely limited. He’d been too shy with himself, not able to make himself commit to giving fingering himself a real go. Zacky knew what he was doing, though. Cameron knew if he didn’t like it when Zacky did it, he wouldn’t like it in any other circumstance.

“The lube is cold, but not too bad,” Zacky said, rubbing lube between his fingers and spreading it over Cameron’s pucker. Cameron gasped at the surprise of the sensation. He was expecting Zacky to go for it, to press a finger into him. Instead, Zacky went slowly, getting Cameron used to one sensation at a time. Zacky spread the lube and drizzled more onto him. He’d never been wet like this before. He liked it.

Zacky teased up his taint with his lubed fingers and ran a featherlight touch from the head of his cock all the way down the underside to the base. He gave his balls a squeeze, then took his cockhead into his mouth while he pressed into him with the tip of one finger.

Cameron gasped. Zacky distracted him from the first moment of penetration, and it made it easier. Now he was inside Cameron. Just the tip of his finger, but more than anyone else had ever been.

He took a deep breath. It didn’t feel good yet, but it felt like something. It was…a lot. But even with Zacky’s mouth on him, Cameron was having a hard time staying hard.

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking away as Zacky slowly thrust his finger in and out of Cameron, his softening cock slipping out from between his lips.

“For what?”

“I’m not hard.”

“Baby. Fuck, I didn’t prepare you well enough for this, I guess. That’s normal. Especially your first time.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, very normal. It’s part of the process. Pretty soon here, I’ll have you feeling great, and you’ll be rock hard for me again.”

“Okay.” Cameron trusted him and tried to let himself relax.

Zacky seemed content to take as much time as Cameron needed, and he was grateful for it. Slowly, he worked him open to two fingers, all while continuing to give his cock attention. And slowly, it felt less weird. Cameron kept letting out little sounds of discomfort, and Zacky was observing him. And finally, Zacky’s fingers slid over his prostate.

“Oh god,” Cameron said, surprised again.

“Good?”

“Yes, please, again.”

“That’s my boy.” Zacky stroked his fingers over Cameron’s prostate and Zacky was right. He was hard again. He was suddenly uncomfortably hard.

“I think I’m going to come,” Cameron said, surprised at how quickly he went from uncomfortable to ready to shoot.

Zacky smirked at him and got his mouth back on Cameron’s cock. His wet tongue on the underside of his erection was the final straw. He came, pulsing into Zacky’s mouth as he continued to work his prostate. Cameron kept coming, until he was overloaded with feeling, his unselfconscious moan becoming sharp until Zacky slid his fingers carefully out of Cameron.

Zacky pressed a kiss to his inner thigh before sitting up. Cameron was fucking wrecked.

“Well, I see the appeal now,” Cameron said, unfocused gaze aimed at the ceiling. Zacky laughed.

“You are so fucking hot. I missed making you come almost as much as I missed you making me come. Roll over.”

Cameron did as he was told, rolling onto his stomach. In an alarmingly intimate gesture, Zacky took the towel and cleaned up the excess lube Cameron was covered in. He would never be able to let someone else do that for him. He would never be closer to someone than he was to Zacky.

It was still early, and Cameron wasn’t ready to go to bed. Even though they had just eaten, they got room service burgers and pulled up an old season of The Bachelor that Zacky had no memories of. When they cleared their plates, Cameron put his head in Zacky’s lap and let him play with the short prickles of his buzz, the relaxing tingles going straight down his spine.

The next day, he’d have to deal with his parents, but right now, he was in a nice hotel room with his favorite person, the glow of an incredible orgasm, and the promise of his dream job when he woke up.