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Cameron squinted into the coming dawn as he shrugged on his
wetsuit. One of the smallest, most secluded beaches in Echo Cove, this one got
busy in the height of summer but despite it being the weekend, he knew he still
had a couple of hours before the tourists arrived. It would be cold; the
wetsuit was advisable.
There was one black car parked a little way down from him,
no driver visible. He guessed he could handle one person on the beach although
he couldn’t see anyone down there.
The sky was streaked pink, chasing the purple away. Some
people thought Cameron was crazy to get up so early just to catch some waves,
but he was a solitary soul anyway, preferred his own company. Other surfers on
the beach irked him. Of course, it hadn’t always been that way. Once upon a
time he would have surfed with Jay by his side. Until he threw Jay away of
He scowled in memory, pulling the wetsuit over his
shoulders, zipping up, leaning into the car to pull his board free. Just
because he’d come home to Echo Cove on vacation for the first time in three
years, now was not the time to start reliving memories best left forgotten.
He’d made his choice. College in New York or Jay. Jay had come a poor second,
their summer fling over.
In quiet moments of introspection, Cameron still regretted
He slammed the trunk shut, failing to force his thoughts
away. Jay was the reason he hadn’t visited his folks in three years. Too scared
to face his ex and see what he’d done to him and how Jay must hate him. This
time he manned up though. He couldn’t stay away from his home forever and who
said Jay was even still here?
Their affair had been a secret, both men in the closet but
he guessed people talked about them anyway. Cameron cowardly waited until he
was safe in New York and then he wrote his mother a letter telling her he was
After her initial shock, she was positive about it, his
father not so much but at least they were still on speaking terms. When his
mother visited, his father didn’t come with her. Their first meeting the
previous evening had been strained, but he didn’t imagine the warmth in his
father’s hug. It was still there and he was okay. One hurdle down, one to go.
That of bumping into Jay somewhere in town and not going completely to pieces.
Bare foot, he took the steep steps down onto the golden sand
and looked across the crashing waves with satisfaction. Yes, it was still as he
had imagined. You couldn’t beat the surf on the Californian coast. He was glad
to be back.
He dropped his towel to the still-damp sand and stepped
forward to the shoreline, before he froze.
A figure appeared from beneath the waves carrying a surfboard
and wearing nothing but a pair of tight black shorts, his cropped dark hair
glittering with sea water.
Cameron knew it was him even before he recognised the lean,
tanned body, the washboard abs, the muscular shoulders.
He lost his grip on his board and it tumbled to the sand.
Jay saw him at the same time and was the first to recover.
“Well, well, well, look who it is. The college boy’s
deigning to grace us with his presence.” Jay had to raise his voice to be heard
over the pounding waves. His hazel eyes glittered in the first rays of
sunshine. Cameron heard the spite, the loss, in his tone and let anger mask his
“Deigning? That’s a big word, sure you know what it means?”
Jay dropped his board, fury on his face, one fist clenched.
“You haven’t changed, you prick. Always thought you were better than me, better
than this didn’t you?”
Cameron regarded him a moment. Was that really what Jay
thought of him? Cameron had never thought that. He had only wanted to aspire to
something more than this sleepy town and its self-satisfied, unmotivated
Fulfilling his dreams had cost him Jay and it had taken him
until this moment to realise it was the biggest mistake of his life.
He bit his lip. Pointless to let Jay see how much this
encounter hurt him. Better to finish the war of words and then crawl away
somewhere to lick his wounds. He tilted his chin arrogantly.
“That’s right. Hardly the sharpest tool in the box, were you
Jay rushed at him with rage twisting his handsome features. He punched Cameron
in the face and Cameron stumbled back over his board and fell heavily, his jaw
smarting. Jay was on him in an instant. He pinned Cameron’s wrists above his
head, leaning his weight on them, snarling into his face.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so fucking long, you’ve no
Water dripped into Cameron’s face. Rogue waves slipped
beneath his body, the tide coming in swiftly. He stared up into the glittering
green-brown eyes. He was taller, more muscular, stronger than Jay. He tossed
his ex off him.
Jay grabbed his ankle as Cameron tried to stand and then
they were back in the sand, amongst the incoming waves, tousling furiously, Jay
raining blows on Cameron and Cameron trying his best to defend himself without
resort to his fists because Christ, even now, even after all the water under
the bridge, he didn’t want to hurt Jay.
It was a bit late for that now wasn’t it? What had he done
three years ago? He’d watched the tears stream down his lover’s face. He’d
watched Jay beg him not to leave, promise him anything, if only he said this
wasn’t the end.
God, what had he done? In three years, he’d never found
anyone to replace Jay and now, with that still-familiar body pressing down on
his, coiled with rage, he knew he never would.
He shoved Jay off him again and scrambled to his feet. Jay
tripped him, punched him in the back and as Cameron fell face first, Jay was on
him again, pressing his face into the water.
“You son of a bitch, you fucking lousy son of a bitch, I
don’t know how you dare come back here after what you did to me.”
Cameron coughed and spluttered, breathing in sand and salt,
trying to twist away from the heavy hand on the back of his neck.
But Jay obviously didn’t have murder in mind because he let
him go soon enough.
Cameron rolled over, eyes streaming, tasting grit between
his teeth and crawled up the beach, grabbing for his towel which remained dry a
few feet away, wiping off as best he could. Jay climbed up. His jaw was
clenched tight, face pale beneath his summer tan.
Four months was all they’d spent together. Enough for
Cameron to know Jay was the one.
Jay bent to grab his board which was slowly being dragged
back into the ocean by the incoming tide.
Cameron splashed through the water to grip his arm.
Jay whirled around to shove him back. “Get the hell off me.”
Jay started to walk away, out of the waves.
“Jay, wait. Please.”
Jay stopped. He stood with shoulders slumped and head bowed.
Cameron moved up behind him, close enough to smell the ocean on Jay’s
glistening skin and for him to remember a hundred times of doing the same with
Jay in his bed.
“Oh Christ, I didn’t want it to end, you have to believe me.
I didn’t think it was fair to ask you to wait three years for me and I knew you
didn’t want to leave here and so I didn’t ask you to come to New York with me.
I thought it was fairer for me to finish it. That in the long run, I’d be doing
you a favour.”
The taste of sea water was strong in his mouth. Cameron felt
nauseated. His heart beat louder in his ears than the crashing waves. He had
fantasised a dozen meetings with Jay and all of them had ended up this way – in
violence, in recriminations, in desperate hurt.
Jay turned around. “A favour? When you ripped my heart out
and took it away forever, what sort of favour were you doing me? Spoiling me
for every other man who came calling, yeah, some sort of favour that was.”
Cameron swallowed the bitterness in his throat. Jay’s teeth
were pressed hard together but it didn’t stop his lip trembling or the shine
across his golden eyes.
“Jay.” Cameron put a hand on his forearm and remembered that
long ago feel of Jay’s silky skin. “I broke my own heart when I did it. I know
you can never forgive me and I’ll never forgive myself.” His hand tightened.
Jay’s eyes met his for the longest moment. Then he rubbed a
rough hand over his eyes and shrugged away from Cameron’s touch. “No.” Instead
of walking away up the beach, he left his board and ran into the
Cameron stared after him as Jay plunged beneath the waves.
This was futile, he knew it, but he couldn’t go. He couldn’t go without
just…touching Jay once more.
He waded into the foaming water. Spray splashed his face and
stung his eyes. For a moment he felt the ecstasy of the ocean, the same buzz he
always got when he came surfing but swiftly checked himself. There was no
ecstasy to be had here. All that was done. For a moment he felt his love of
surfing had been forever dented by the events of that morning.
It would serve him right.
He plunged forward, following Jay at a fast crawl. Christ,
where was he going? Jay was dozens of yards up ahead, swimming towards a
far out buoy.
Both of them were fit, this long distance swim wasn’t going
to tire either of them quickly but God, Jay had to stop soon, didn’t he? An icy
hand gripped Cameron’s heart without warning. Jay could just keep going. Swim
into sharks or dangerous tides, be stricken with cramp. Perhaps that was his
idea. Perhaps it was more preferable to life without Cameron.
Cameron’s throat felt full of bile. He cried Jay’s name and
was swept under by a furious wave. For a moment he was upside down, flailing,
water in his lungs before he came retching to the surface, searching for Jay
through stinging eyes.
Another wave slapped him hard. Suddenly the ocean felt like
Jay had stopped at the buoy, holding with one hand, chest
heaving, face flushed. “Go away.”
Cameron reached him. He treaded water, catching his breath,
then he leant forward.
“Don’t. Get off me.”
Cameron cupped Jay’s wet head and brought their lips
together. He tasted salt on Jay’s mouth; he tasted the love he had thrown away
three years ago.
Jay gave a soft moan against his mouth. Rather than shoving
Cameron away again, his arm curved around his neck. Their bodies pressed together
beneath the water and they both went under.
Cameron spluttered back up, gripped Jay around the waist
before he had chance to protest and kissed him again. He felt the instant force
of Jay’s desire, his tongue in his mouth, his sweet, sweet lips.
Kissing Jay was sometimes just as good as making love to
him. Cameron remembered their first kiss, after a month of dancing around each
other and wondering if Jay felt the same. They were sat in his car at the
furthest point of the Cove, overlooking the lighthouse. He’d brought some
beers, drank one while Jay had drank three and been merrily tipsy. Cameron
hadn’t waited for him to get any drunker. He intended for Jay to remember what
he’d done. He’d leaned over, taken Jay’s chin in his hand to turn his face to
him and laid the smooch on him.
It had been the greatest night of his life without doubt.
Jay had responded then as now, with a soft moan, his fingers
pushing into Cameron’s hair. They’d kissed for ten long minutes before Jay had
crossed the divide between them, straddling Cameron’s lap with his ass pressed
against the steering wheel, honking the horn loudly.
They’d both giggled like children and Cameron had fumbled
with the lever to push his seat backwards. Then he’d slid both hands up Jay’s
shirt to touch the satin soft skin, trailing his fingers down the glorious
curve of his spine as he fell in love.
Jay pulled away and brought Cameron back to the here and
now. He stared at him with his pupils huge in his hazel eyes and diamond drops
of water on his thick lashes, his sensual lips kiss-swollen and pink.
“Come on.” He started to swim away.
Cameron hesitated for a moment before he followed with his
desire coiled thick like honey in his stomach. He hardly dared to hope.
The waves swept him fiercely towards shore. Both their
surfboards floated in the water. Cameron waded out as Jay came to him, both
arms around his neck, pressing a needy kiss to his lips.
Cameron muttered a curse and scooped Jay close. They clung
together before Jay pulled him down to roll around in the sand.
They’d done this one or two times. One night they’d been
naked on this very beach and gone the whole hog with an anxious Cameron looking
for headlights and flinching at every sound.
He crushed Jay beneath him, thrust a thigh between his legs
to press against the bulge in Jay’s shorts.
“Not here,” he tried to gasp as Jay gripped him through his
wetsuit, massaging his hard cock.
“I want you.”
“Christ, it’s broad daylight.”
“I don’t care.”
Cameron stumbled to his feet, his wetsuit obscenely tented.
He grabbed his board and motioned for Jay to follow him.
The two of them hurried up the steps to Cameron’s car and
stowed their boards. When Cameron started to peel his wetsuit off, Jay helped him,
pressing kisses between his shoulders, touching uncovered flesh.
Cameron was on fire. He stripped to his tiny running shorts
and then he scrabbled in a bag in the trunk for his wallet.
“What are you doing?” Jay sounded impatient, almost
“Looking for something, what do you think?” Cameron pulled
free a condom and held it up.
For a moment Jay seemed to hesitate. He’d given all the
signals that he wanted this; had Cameron read him wrong?
He stood and stared into Jay’s beautiful eyes for a moment,
reliving their past with his heart caught in the palm of this man’s hand.
Then Jay turned abruptly. He gestured back to the beach.
“Down there in the cave.” Without another word, he set off walking.
With the blood like molten lava in his veins, Cameron
They had to wade into the ocean chest deep and brave the
smashing waves to walk around the rocks and into the cave which had seen their
love a few times before now. More memories to torture Cameron with and lubricate
Jay lay back on the damp sand, knees open. Both of them knew
this cave would be underwater in the shortest of times. The risk seemed worth
Cameron kissed him. With limbs locked around each other,
they renewed old acquaintances, their kisses as fervent as they had always
Cameron peeled Jay’s wet shorts down. He was even more
beautiful naked than Cameron remembered.
He captured the head of his cock, licking slowly before
sliding down his shaft all the way, taking as much as he could.
Jay arched under him. His fingers found Cameron’s hair,
sifted through the unruly strands with that touch Cameron remembered.
Cameron tongued his balls, kissed his inner thighs. He
glanced up, saw Jay watching him with that serious expression on his face.
Tortured, broken. Cameron asked himself where they would be when they’d done
this and didn’t have an answer. He guessed back to Jay hating him and still as
far apart as Cameron had pushed them. But for the moment it didn’t matter.
He slid back up Jay’s body, offered his ex his index finger
to suck. Jay did so and then Cameron kissed him again while he searched with
that finger, rubbing the puckered skin between Jay’s legs, wetting it, waiting
for Jay to open up to him.
Jay squirmed as Cameron pushed that finger in. He lifted one
leg, calf tight against Cameron’s back and Cameron’s cock pressed against Jay’s
muscular ass. He longed to pull his finger free and just push his way inside,
as far, as deep as he could go. He controlled himself, pulling back to roll on
The first time in his car, they hadn’t gone all the way,
only jerked each other off with Jay sitting on his lap, making a hell of a mess
of their clothes. Cameron didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his life when
Jay’s talented hand had brought him to climax. He seemed to spurt buckets, as
though it would never end.
He’d soon found that was no isolated incident though. When
they’d done it the first time - in his bedroom with his parents out - when he’d
come, everything had gone dark for a split second. He’d come to his senses
lying heavy on Jay, his partner whimpering with satiation, his semen glistening
on his own belly.
After that, Cameron couldn’t get enough. He was hard and
ready to go whenever and wherever Jay wanted. He thought of nothing else
twenty-four seven. Had it overshadowed everything else? Was that all it had
been between them? Certainly Cameron hadn’t felt the same level of desire in
three years. At times he had found it difficult to get an erection unless he
thought of Jay.
He knelt between Jay’s legs with his cock in his hand,
looking down at him.
“What’s the matter?” Jay said, looking anxious.
Cameron shook his head. He closed his eyes, head bowed. “I
love you. I need you to know that. I love you no matter what and I never
stopped loving you.”
Jay lifted a hand, his eyes soft. Cameron leant down so Jay
could touch his cheek, caressing lightly.
Jay pulled him closer. They kissed as he lifted his legs
around Cameron’s back. “Please, I need you to…”
“I know.” Cameron gripped his cock and guided himself
Jay gasped and swore, head thrown back. His nails dug deeply
into Cameron’s shoulders.
Cameron felt the ecstasy. A wave splashed his back, water
roiled around Jay’s supine body. Jay thrashed beneath Cameron, hissing,
clutching, his muscles almost unbearably tight.
“Oh Christ, I love you so much.” Cameron leant over his
lover, his hand stroking wet hair, mouth against his neck.
Jay caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He bucked up, riding
each thrust, masturbating.
Cameron blinked water from his eyes as a wave crashed over
them both. Any longer and they were both at serious risk of drowning. The water
was already licking around Jay’s ears and chin.
It didn’t matter. Both of them were at the edge.
Jay trembled. He pulled Cameron, closer, deeper by his
buttocks, gasping with every hit.
Cameron pushed Jay’s hand away from his cock and took hold
himself. He stroked him swiftly, firmly, felt his lover clenching around him,
the moment upon them.
Jay cried out. He arched, shuddering, semen spurting across
his chest to be immediately swept away by sea water.
As he came, Cameron had to hold Jay’s head free of the waves
or his partner would have drowned. Jay didn’t seem to care. He seemed barely
Cameron gritted his teeth, riding out the orgasm, plunging
again and again into Jay’s body until the last tremors died away.
He couldn’t collapse and lie in the afterglow the way he
wanted. Christ, he’d almost killed Jay with this stunt. He sat back and pulled
a limp Jay up into his arms, holding him close.
“Are you okay?” He stoked his wet head.
“Yeah.” It was a mumble. Jay buried his face into Cameron’s
“We have to go.”
Cameron had to help Jay put his shorts on and then guide him
all the way from the cave and down into the foaming sea. He was almost swept
away by the fierceness of the tide but Cameron held him hard, urging him to
swim for shore.
Jay did so. He struck out, trying to negotiate the concealed
rocks but something stopped him. He cursed, legs down, treading water.
Cameron, coming up behind him, saw a crimson stain spreading
quickly around him. “Shit, what have you done?”
“Banged my leg. It’s nothing.” Jay started to swim again
with Cameron following.
Never had he known the sea so treacherous and frightening.
He watched Jay’s body buffeted and battered by the waves and his urge to
protect him rose greater than it ever had.
He couldn’t leave again without Jay, he knew that.
The beach was bathed in golden light. Jay crawled on hands
and knees from the sea, gasping, his clinging shorts barely covering the
delectable curve of his ass, almost ripped away by the possessive water. He
left a trail of blood behind him and Cameron stumbled free of the gripping
waves to help him to safety.
They sat on the beach steps and Jay leaned back weakly
against Cameron’s chest as he looked at the gash on his shin.
“I’ll live. Remember that time I told you I’d smashed my
head open on rocks?” Jay gave a little smile. He closed his eyes with a sigh.
Just like Cameron had realised that thundering orgasms were
normal when he was with Jay, so he realised that this behaviour – extreme
lethargy and sometimes semi- consciousness – was normal for Jay after
He held him with one arm, smiling a little against Jay’s wet
hair. “You’re still like a corpse when you come.”
“I know. Only with you though, Cameron.”
The pain speared Cameron swiftly, like a heated poker right
through his heart and out the other side again, leaving a gaping wound. He
thought of the other men Jay must have had and his throat closed tight.
He pressed his palm hard to Jay’s chest, felt the thundering
of his heart. “I’ve been offered a job at a major publisher in New York.”
“Congratulations.” Jay’s voice was empty.
“I haven’t taken it yet because… I wanted to see if you were
still here.” Cameron stumbled over his words. “I wanted to try and… make it up
to you, to offer you whatever you wanted.”
Jay was starting to shiver in his arms despite the risen
sun. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you wanted me to stay here with you then I
would. I’d never go anywhere again without you. I’d sacrifice everything for
you as I should have done at the start.”
Jay’s chin dropped onto his chest. His shoulders shook.
“Don’t.” Cameron kissed the nape of his neck.
“I never wanted you to ruin your life for me,” Jay said in a
broken voice. “I have no right to be so angry at you. You wanted something
better than this and I understand. You were right to leave me.”
“No. No.” Cameron pulled Jay around to face him, gathered
him into his arms and held him so hard that he hoped the weight of both their
despair could be smashed into pieces.
He wept and Jay wept and for the longest time there was only
the sound of the crashing ocean and their own misery.
They walked hand in hand to their cars and towelled off.
“You got a new car,” Cameron remarked. Jay had always driven
a piece of shit rust bucket. This one was smarter. Maybe he’d got a new job and
no longer worked at the book store in town.
“Yeah.” Jay glanced around before he peeled down those
impossibly tight shorts and towelled himself quickly between the legs.
Cameron’s stomach lurched with rekindled desire as Jay
pulled up some white briefs.
“Put your eyes back in,” Jay chastised him good-naturedly.
“I can’t help it. No one ever filled a pair of tighty
whiteys like you.”
Jay blushed slightly and smiled. He watched while Cameron
discarded his own shorts. “No one ever filled me like you.”
Cameron nearly choked. He pulled up his boxers and then
hurried over to Jay’s car, taking his ex in his arms. “You still live with your
parents? I need to make love to you somewhere we’re not going to drown.”
Jay smiled. “I’ve got my own place now.”
Cameron cocked an eyebrow. “Things are going good, huh?”
“Yeah. I work at the library.”
“Ah, you bookworm, you always wanted to do that.”
Jay nodded. He pulled away and stepped into his jeans. “Why
don’t you follow me down?”
“Sure.” Cameron placed a tender kiss on Jay’s temple before
he went back to his own car. He glanced over at Jay as he dressed and asked
himself again where they would be after this and why Jay was inviting him to
We’re over and done, remember? All that’s going to happen
is you’re going to break his heart again.
He climbed into his car with a sigh.
Jay had a nice little apartment overlooking the beach, all
wood floors and white walls. He threw his wet shorts and towel into the washing
“Want something to drink?”
“Sure.” Cameron still tasted sea water. He also still tasted
Jay. The morning was gearing up to be a hot one, but he shivered with cold.
Jay popped the caps off two bottles of beer and handed one
over. Cameron took a deep drink.
“Want to shower with me?”
Wide-eyed, Cameron nodded mutely.
The hot spray and Jay’s hands washed away all that tiresome
sand and the salt of the sea. He washed Cameron’s hair, massaging his scalp
with shampoo, rinsed away the suds. When they got out, Cameron bandaged Jay’s lacerated
shin. He’d stopped shivering but soon started again when Jay led him by the
hand into the bedroom.
Even with fruity shower gel, Jay still smelled of the ocean.
The scent Cameron had taken with him to New York and dreamed about for three
He explored Jay’s perfect body with hands and mouth and
impressed these new memories deep into his brain to take away with him.
Jay shifted under his caress, arched, undulated and finally
came and Cameron lay by his side beneath the covers and waited for Jay to
speak. To tell Cameron his decision.
“I want to be with you. I’ve waited too long.”
Cameron sighed, feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
He nuzzled Jay’s neck, trailing a hand over his belly. “So you want me to stay
“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve just been offered a
Cameron lifted his head. “Hey, didn’t I say whatever
sacrifice I had to make then I would? I don’t care where I have to live as long
as I’m with you. And besides, I owe you.”
Jay shook his head. “Oh no. You’d start to resent me in
time. When you got itchy feet for the world beyond Echo Cove.”
“There isn’t a world beyond Echo Cove when I’m here with
Jay’s face softened into a smile, showing his perfect,
pearly teeth. “You always did know what to say. You could always charm me into
bed with just a few words.”
Cameron smiled too. It felt alien on his face. He wasn’t
sure how many times he had smiled in the last three years.
He kissed Jay’s shoulder. “Are you out yet?”
Jay tensed. He shook his head wordlessly, lips pressed
“What?” Jay demanded in irritation. “And you are?”
“Yeah, to my parents and my friends in New York. It’s no big
“Isn’t it? And are you going to tell all your old
acquaintances while you’re back in the Cove too?”
Cameron looked away.
“No, thought not. Easier in a big city Cameron, just
remember that. Some of these people have known me since I were a baby. How can I
do that to them?”
Cameron bit his lip. “If I stayed here with you, we’d live
together. You wouldn’t be able to keep me hidden away.”
Jay’s anger deflated. He rolled against Cameron, an arm over
his hip. “I know.”
“All right, look. If you want to come out, we stay here. If
you can’t bear the thought of it, we go to New York. Either way’s fine by me.”
Their gazes caught and held for the longest moment. Jay
“Fuck this,” he muttered, half to himself and then he
climbed from the bed, wrenching the sheet off Cameron, taking it with him.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Cameron followed Jay naked into
the living room.
Sheet wrapped around his waist, Jay was sliding open the
door to the balcony. He stepped out, scanning the ground below him.
“Hey, hey, Mr. O’Loughlin!”
Cameron hung back, perturbed. Jay addressed the most
cantankerous yet strangely respected man in town, a man with a penchant for a
good red wine and telling it like it was. Nothing happened here without his
He stopped, leaned on his stick, stared up at Jay in his bed
sheet. “What do you want, son?”
“I’m gay Mr. O’Loughlin, I want you to know.”
Cameron’s jaw hung open.
O’Loughlin scowled up at him, then snorted. “Tell me
something I don’t know, faggot.”
“What? Hey, this is my boyfriend.” Jay pulled Cameron
forward by his wrist.
Cameron yanked the tablecloth from the nearby table and held
it over his modesty, blushing scarlet as O’Loughlin peered up at him.
The man shook his head. “Again, tell me something I don’t
know, queer boy.” He walked away, muttering to himself.
Jay turned to gape at Cameron in shock. Cameron, still
clutching his tablecloth, shook his head, his bemusement finally turning to a
Jay started to laugh too. “Do you think they all know?”
“Yes. Just how discreet were we really?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well think about it. We couldn’t keep our hands off each
other, we had sex in dangerous public places…”
Jay groaned. “Shit, everyone knew all along. I guess my
folks know too.”
“I guess they do. Come here, queer boy.”
Jay’s anxious expression relaxed into a grin. He fell into
Later that night as they lay spooned together, Cameron listened
to the soft swell of the ocean beneath Jay’s window. It soothed him and lulled
him towards sleep as it always did. God, he’d missed it. The ocean was in his
blood, just like Jay.
“Hey.” He smoothed a hand over Jay’s chest, pressing closer.
“Hmm?” Jay was half asleep.
“I think we should stay here.”
Jay craned his head over his shoulder, fully alert. “You
“Yeah. I miss the surf. All I need is that and you. I don’t
need to go back to the rat race.”
Jay’s fingers closed over his. “What about your job?”
“I don’t care. I’ll find another. Or I’ll be your kept man.”
He bit Jay’s ear playfully.
Jay laughed. “I like the sound of that. Coming home to
dinner on the table and you in my bed. Yeah, I could do that.”
“Or me on the table and dinner in bed?”
“That too.” Jay rolled over, searching Cameron’s eyes.
They kissed and as he tasted Jay’s passion and love, Cameron
knew that his heart had always been safe here in Echo Cove.