Page 23 of Perfect Matcha
“I’m fine.” And Theo was, for the most part. A bit of an anxious mess, but that wasn’t exactly uncommon for him. A scary realization hit him suddenly. He dropped his fork in his food container. “Areyouokay?”
“This is about you.”
Theo was the most selfish knucklehead. He grabbed Camden’s hands. “No secrets between us, right?”
Camden blinked a few times before staring down at their entangled fingers. “Right.”
“Are you fine with what’s been happening? I’ve been in my own world, and I hadn’t thought about your feelings surrounding it.” For example, what the hell was Camden’s consolation prize here? He was a nice, helpful guy, but talking Theo through using fancy gadgets in bed was above and beyond a standard favor.
“Yes, Theo.” Camden turned his hands over in Theo’s so their palms were resting together. “I love helping you.”
“But … are you, like, enjoying it?” Theo asked, flushing hot at the question.
“I just said I am.”
“No, you said you like beingobliging.”
Camden laughed. “I did not. Keep your fancy words to yourself.”
“It seems unfair that you’re ‘helping’ me feel good but not getting anything out of it yourself.”
“I am getting something out of it.” Camden’s mouth tipped up on one side, giving Theo one of his trademark gentle smiles. He was so fucking good looking Theo could hardly stand him sometimes.
“Is that something orgasms? Because that’s what I’m talking about, Cam,” Theo said, thoroughly tired of talking in code.
Camden tensed. It would have been imperceptible, if not for the fact that Theo was touching him.
“I mean, it’s okay if you’re not into it in that way,” Theo rushed on. “I think I’ve been in a fog, maybe. Like, it’s been really nice and fun, but I want it to be nice and fun for you also, if you know what I mean. Because otherwise I’m worried I’m taking advantage of you. Holy crap, am I taking advantage of you? That’s the last thing—”
“Theo. Deep breath.” Camden let go of Theo’s hands and briefly squeezed the ticklish pressure point above his knees.
“Hey!”
“I came last time.”
Surely Theo would have noticed Camden having an orgasm over the phone.
He was actually a little pissed he’d missed it.
“You did?”
“Yes. Pretty much immediately after you hung up on me.”
“Oh. Why? I mean—” He shook his head. His body felt unpleasantly warm.
Camden’s eyebrow quirked, up and down, very quickly. That eyebrow arch was practically porn. “Do you think it’s not hot as hell listening to you?”
“It is? But you do all the talking.”
“Yeah.” Camden shrugged. “I like that too. So we’re okay?”
“We are. Or, I am.”
“Me too.” Camden turned back to his food. “There’s no pressure. You can keep calling me or asking me questions if you want, but it’s up to you. I’ll follow your lead.”
Theo’s brain wasoverflowingwith questions. He had a lot of them—some of the toys in that gift basket were inconceivably complicated—but he decided they needed a few hours of normalcy before he asked the most pressing ones.
Camden retrieved the remote and rather than putting it on something silly and easy to ignore, he chose an old season ofJeopardy.
