Stone Daye has planned the perfect book club gathering for the last three weeks. But when that the day arrives, he faces a morning snowstorm as he runs a few last-minute errands around town before his book club meets.
While out shopping, Stone bumps into Cameron Phillips, an old friend and former lover who now works as an administrator at a local college. The two have a heated and romantic history, and seeing Cameron again brings it all back for Stone.
That evening, Cameron makes an unexpected appearance at Stone's book club. Old feelings are stirred up again, but are the fiery embers of their previous relationship strong enough to ignite a new romance together?
“Stone Daye,” Cameron said, smiling outside The Diamond Abyss. He stood so close to Stone on the sidewalk that their chins and lips almost touched. “I never thought I would see you again after you diddled me.”
“Plimpton is small. Of course we would see each other again,” Stone replied, admiring the young man from head to toe, dazzled by his chiseled frame and Abercrombie & Fitch style. The man looked good, edible, and perfect for his sexual needs, even if he didn’t know anything about him, and vice versa. He was a total stranger to Stone, but still interesting. Stone didn’t know if the guy read graphic novels, painted, or was a stalker. Nor did he know if Cameron had a boyfriend, was safe to have sex with, enjoyed fast food, or if he liked to sleep in. He couldn’t tell anyone he knew what Cameron’s middle name was, if he had any siblings, or what he was allergic to, if anything. Truth shared, they simply fucked once, which was impersonal but a good time for both of them, Stone guessed, and very strange.
Discreetly, Cameron reached between Stone’s legs, grabbed the man’s cock, and gave it a squeeze. As the pretentious and forward act carried out, the college professor said, “I want you to fuck me again. What do you say to that?”
****
Stone maybe realized it after Cameron did that the two of them were alone for the rest of the evening. No longer were guests coming for the evening to discuss a novel by one of Stone’s favorite authors. There were no appetizers to pass out or worries for Stone to make sure all of his guests’ beverages were filled. There were no desserts to pick at or integrated dialogue about Robert Riley’s well-constructed characters. The evening turned out to be comprised of just the two of them, which Stone seemed perfectly satisfied with, enjoying Cameron’s company and whatever the rest of the night could share with them.
Cameron allegedly thought it best to ask, “So, what are two guys supposed to do when no one shows up for a party?”
Stone chuckled. “Drink. Talk. And whatever happens ... happens. I know that you shouldn’t drive home, though. It’s snowing more and the wind has picked up. To tell you the truth, I’m sure that it’s more dangerous out there or in here, alone with me and how I feel about you.”
“Come here,” Cameron said, pulling Stone towards him by the back of his head, plowing his face with a hearty kiss.
Feeling dizzy, Stone felt the man’s tongue become stray within the fold of his mouth. He closed his eyes and progressed along with the moment. Any voyeur could have conceived him as a puppet, but Stone didn’t care, positioned exactly where he wanted to be.
When Cameron finally pulled out of the kiss, he asked, “Would you think badly of me if I ripped you out of your clothes and had my way with you?”
Stone chuckled again, bemused within the moment, knowing exactly what had transpired between the two men and where it had currently gotten them. “Under one condition,” Stone replied.
“What’s the condition?”
“Rough me up a little. I’m kind of partial for that kind of play.”
Cameron saluted him as if he was in the army and said, “Let me have at it then, guy. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
Cordially, allowing Cameron to undress him, Stone agreed.
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