Page 38 of Perfect Matcha
When Camden opened his eyes, Theo almost recoiled. There was so much emotion in them, and he couldn’t tell if it was good or bad or scary or wonderful, but Camden grabbed Theo by the front of his shirt and hauled him inside.
With a gentle shove, he pushed Theo toward his bedroom, and Theo stumbled that way gratefully.
“What do you want, Theodore?” Camden growled.
Theo wanted Camden to lay claim to him. He wanted to be obliterated, to stop feeling so confused. He wanted that flawless blankness that seemed to only happen when Camden’s voice was whispering dirty fantasies in his ear.
He wanted a fight. And a fuck. And to fucking finally feel good.
“Strangers.”
“What?” Camden asked.
“I want to pretend you’re a controlling stranger who tells me what to do, so I don’t have to think about anything anymore. That this can just happen without our history and friendship and bullshit between us.”
Camden scanned Theo’s face. They were both breathing hard.
“Okay, listen to me closely, Theo. You tell menoorstopat any moment, and we stop. If you saywait, I’ll stop. Same goes for me. If I saystop, we stop.”
“Yes. I understand.”
“I’m going to get a toy for you. It’s never been used. It was an extra the store got, and Haw—and my boss gave it to me. I’m going to wash it while you take your clothes off.”
“Okay.” Theo whipped his sweater up and over his head while Camden disappeared into the hallway.
He was slower to take off his boots, socks, and pants. When Camden returned—shirtless, thank God—Theo was down to nothing but his underwear.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Camden growled.
Theo barely tracked the words. He was too distracted by the large contraption in Camden’s arms.
Theo didn’t know what to call it. “Dildo” didn’t quite do it justice.
“A dildo plaque?” Theo whispered. Camden started to smile, but the expression died on his face as he met Theo’s eyes.
Camden placed the whole apparatus on the padded bench at the end of his bed. Theo could tell it was heavy by the way Camden’s arms bulged. Theo ran a finger along the stainless-steel cock. The base of the dildo was soldered to a large, flat, steel plate.
“It’s the Steel Slat Fuck Pipe. It’s your stranger.”
“This thing is nuts.”
“Yeah. It’s ridiculous. I have nowhere to store it and no idea why I agreed to take it. And you, Theo, are gonna fuck it.”
Theo nodded. He was dizzy from the heat flushing through him. Camden’s voice was deliciously angry. It matched the frustration pulsing in Theo’s chest, his stomach, his groin.
Camden pulled a bottle of lube out of his bedside table and thumped it down hard next to the dildo. Then he stalked behind Theo.
Theo shuddered through the rush of arousal he felt having Camden at his back, Camden’s breath hot on his neck. Camden tugged Theo’s boxers down, not touching skin.
“Get up there next to it.” Camden’s voice was short and sharp.
Goosebumps bloomed along Theo’s arms, raising his hair. He was about to turn and launch himself at his best friend when Camden prowled back to the bed. He shucked off his pants, kept his underwear on, and sat against his headboard, too far away from Theo’s greedy hands. Theo crawled up next to the dildo.
They stared at each other, Theo naked and needy and Camden hard and mad.
“Strangers, yes?” Camden asked.
“Yes.”
