Page 17 of Perfect Matcha
“Hmm. I’d like to try the Rimmy. Do you mind waiting for an hour while it charges?”
Camden fumbled his phone. Theo wanted him to be …involvedagain? “I can wait.”
“Cool. I’ll call you back.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to wash it first.”Jesus. Wash it first? When had Camden’s game completely abandoned him?
“Got it. Bye.”
Camden circled his shoebox-sized living room, wishing, not for the first time, that he had more real estate to move around in. He could hear his next-door neighbors, a group of college girls, playingCall of Dutyand shouting over the game at each other. He glanced out his front window to see a herd of twentysomethings by the pool, which was closed for winter. They had a keg tapped. He couldn’t wait to get out of there, but it was the only place he could easily afford without getting a roommate.
He checked his watch, thinking it had surely been close to an hour, but only ten minutes had passed. He decided to take a shower. It was very tempting to jerk off. He hadn’t touched himself at all the first time Theo hadneeded help.It would have felt like a violation of trust.
Of course, Camden had jerked off to thoughts of Theo in the past. The way Theo groaned when he ate any kind of baked good. Or how his eyes got hazy and heavy when he’d been drinking—an expression that too closely mimicked what Camden imagined to be Theodore’s sexually satisfied face.
But there was something very different about pleasuring himself with Theodore on the phone, especially when that hadn’t been agreed upon. He worried it would be a step too far and didn’t want to betray Theo’s trust.
He turned the water off. He was scared he’d miss Theo’s phone call if he took too long, so no quick shower orgasm for him.
He was painfully, achingly hard, but he would ignore it. Ignoring his feelings for Theo in order to function was something he was very accomplished at, and he had never been accomplished at much, so he was pretty proud of himself about it.
He would figure out how to ignore this too.
Once he was out of the shower, he threw on a pair of sweats and starfished in the middle of his bed, prepared to wait for Theo’s call. Luckily, it came within two minutes.
Camden scrambled for his phone, then waited for it to ring one more time so he didn’t seem desperate.
“Hello.” No answer. “Theo?”
“Hey. I’m here.”
“You okay?” All Camden wanted was for Theo to be okay. To be happy and healthy and content. Camden’s own desires and dreams were immaterial.
“I’m … No. I’m not sure how to start.”
“There’s a remote that turns it on.”
Theo sighed, and it sounded like annoyance, which made Camden abnormally happy. He knew that sigh. He loved that sigh.
“I read the instruction booklet. I meant … Do I just shove this thing up there and wait for it to feel good? That seems clinical.”
Camden wanted to explain that it would most certainly feel good, but of course, he didn’t know that for a fact. He loved the Rimmy. He owned several, in fact, but everyone’s body was different. It might do nothing for Theo. Or it could be irritating or uncomfortable.
So he wasn’t sure how Theo should start either. The Rimmy wasn’t a huge plug, but it wasn’t exactly tiny. If Camden were using it, he’d have to stretch himself.
“Well, that depends on you, and what you need in order to get the plug inside. Some people might want a bit of prep, but others are able—”
“Cam.”
Camden closed his eyes and shivered. He loved when Theo shortened his name. “Yeah?”
“I, umm, don’t need a WikiHow, exactly.”
“Okay. What do you need?”
A long silence followed, but Camden didn’t rush to fill it. It was full of potential. The silences were like poetry, stuffed with meaning Camden didn’t understand. He had failed his literature classes, after all.
“I don’t know,” Theo finally whispered, his voice pained. “A way to relax and … get on with it?”
