This week we have another installment from Bear and Kameron's story. I chose to use the prompt of some use of the 1812 overture. I always found the music invigorating when I needed something to give me an outlet. I imagined Bear would like it too. He's very dramatic.
One Night Part 19
Crashing cymbals and cannon blasts greeted Kameron when he walked in the door. Bear laughed at the shock on Kameron’s face.
“I’m surprised you’d even heard me knock!”
“1812 Overture,” Bear said. He turned down the speakers on his computer. “My problem client is being a pain in the ass again. Sometimes the energy release in the music helps keep me from cracking my computer screen.”
“Okay.” Good smells were coming off the greasy bags in Kameron’s hands. Bear’s stomach rumbled. “I’m glad you’re back; I’m starving.”
Casually, over their hot dogs, Bear decided to deal with Kameron’s distraction. It was worse than usual and he knew that there was something on his mind that he was reluctant to talk about. Normally the man inhaled his food, needing a large amount of food to keep that big body moving … and damn he could he make it move. “So, did your partner have any news for us?”
Kameron’s mouth dropped open again.
“Ew, man, I didn’t need to see that. Swallowing is important, very important.” Bear smirked as Kameron’s cheeks turned a bit pink. “You didn’t really think I didn’t know that you were going out every other day around dinner time to pick up food, and then you have that little wrinkle in your forehead.”
“Yeah, that one,” Bear said.
“I just need to know what is going on.” Kameron wiped at his mouth. “The phone is a burner purchased with cash. I never call from the apartment.”
Bear nodded. “I know you’re being safe. I like the idea of having someone to fall back on for information too. Did he have anything to say? Have they found Choika’s drugs?”
“No.” Kameron cleared his throat. “Actually … Vilem was shot in the head; he’s dead.”
That was not what Bear expected to hear. His hot dog fell from numb fingers. “I … he what?”
“Zbrane got him on the transfer to his grand jury testimony.”
Icy cold chills washed over Bear. His mouth was incredibly dry and he tried in vain to swallow. He shook his head.
Kameron was out of his seat and beside him, pulling Bear into his arms. Bear wrapped his arms around Kameron’s chest and held on, trying to stop the waves of panic but he couldn’t way his way out of the panic.
His ribs protested when Kameron lifted him. Bear buried his head in Kameron’s neck. Tears leaked out from his clenched eyelids.
“Hey, shh,” Kameron’s rough thumbs brushed the hot tears away from his cheeks. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have told you like that if I knew you still had feelings for him.”
Bear shook his head. That wasn’t it. “No.” He couldn’t explain it but he had to try. He couldn’t let Kameron believe that he was upset for Vilem’s sake; not just because of how he’d been killed.
“I could care less about that fuck.” The wide shoulders he was holding on to had all sorts of burdens on them; he hesitated to add more. “But what are we going to do? They’ll try to kill us when we go back to testify.”
Kameron smiled. “You know that Jimmy will have made sure every precaution that can be taken, is. You’ll be safe.”
He put one hand on Kameron’s cheek. “I don’t want you to get shot because of me. You have to be safe too.”
“We both will be. I promise.”
The conviction in Kameron’s voice helped calm Bear and he was able to relax a little. He sank against Kameron. “I’m sorry. I can deal well with stress in the moment but not the future. I want this to end, damn it!”
“Shh, it will. We’ll get those bastards convicted and make it too damn costly for Zbrane to go after us.”
Kameron brushed the hair back from Bear’s face and then leaned forward to kiss him. “We’ll be just fine.” He kissed him again, sliding his lips side to side, coaxing Bear until he opened.
Sucking on Kameron’s tongue, Bear felt heat spread through him. He wasn’t cold anymore; he was hot. It took barely a touch from Kameron to get his cock hard and leaking.
He’d never been with a man as good to him as Kameron was. As big as he was, every touch was gentle.
But tonight Bear didn’t want gentle. “My ribs—”
“Did I hurt you?”
Bear shook his head. “No. I was going to say they’re fine. I need to feel you tonight, hard enough so that I can still feel you tomorrow.”
Kameron was up to the challenge. They were naked, Bear supported on pillows even though he said he didn’t need them.
“I want you to be comfortable.” Kameron blanketed his back, talking quietly in his ear.
The stretching took longer than Bear wanted too. He arched and pressed back into the slick fingers loosening his hole but Kameron refused to hurry and give him the hard pounding he wanted.
Instead of the quick, fast fuck there was slow, deep thrust after slow, deep thrust. Each drive sent a hard jolt up Bear’s spine. He pushed against the headboard but Kameron pulled his arms down, wrapping one around his waist and the other around his shoulder and across his chest.
Then he really let go. The slow pace countered the hard thrusts, forcing the arousal to build slowly. Bear was gasping, begging, babbling incoherently … but Kameron refused to speed up or let him move.
His orgasm, when it finally hit, caught him almost by surprise. One minute the sweet agony was consuming him, stealing his breath and then he was screaming as cum boiled out of him, soaking the pillows under him.
Kameron gasped and ground against his ass, his cock buried as deep as it would go and then he lost control, coming with a few jerky thrusts.
Rolling them over, Kameron pulled out but didn’t let Bear go.
“I will keep you safe.”
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