Date: Sat, 28 May 2011 23:08:29 -0700 From: ?randon s?one <xbrandonroarsx3@gmail.com> Subject: Cameron & Sam, Chapter 3. Gay Highschool Love Stories. (: ---- So I've gotten requests for the chapters to be longer, and that's something I'm definitely working on. I've been too busy lately, but I'll try to keep them long and coming(; Email me with questions, compliments, requests or criticism!(: xBrandonRoarsx3@gmail.com ---- Cameron & Sam. Chapter 3; "Hey! Cameron!" My stomach twisted at the sound of his voice, as he ran towards me from the end of the hall. I sucked in a deep breath, taking him in. He was... Gorgeous. His dark wavy hair, barely past his ears; emerald green eyes that made me weak. Oh god, I just wanted to eat him up. "Cameron," he smiled, slightly out of breath from running to meet me. He bumped into me a little, and my heart jumped at the touch of his shoulder against mine. "Sam," I breathed, grinning from ear to ear. I felt like a complete idiot. He always made me smile, despite my many efforts to remain serious in most situations. "Hey." He smiled again. "Coming to my place tonight... Right?" He bit his lip unconsciously, not even knowing he was doing it, drawing my attention back to his perfect lips, reminding me of the feel of them against my own, and my desire to kiss him right now, in front of everyone; anyone. "Definitely," I said, then covered my mouth. Shit, I really hoped that wasn't too obvious. But he smiled and gestured for me to follow him, so I did. Out in the parking lot, I crawled into the passengers side of his black Honda CRV and leaned the seat back all the way. He climbed in the drivers side and started up the car, pulling out cautiously. We talked the whole way back to his house. About school, family, and the newest drama with Heath and John. "Now that I've been hanging out with you more," Sam said in a quiet voice, staring out his window at a red light. "I haven't had any desire to be with John at all... I don't even think about him anymore." I blushed intensely, turning to stare out my own window, smiling big. I opened my mouth to tell him that I felt the same way, that I had barely been thinking about David, either, but the new Katy Perry song came on the radio and he reached over to crank the volume up, above talking level, as the light turned green and he took off. When we got to his house, I got out, slamming my door shut behind me, and walked in after him. I set my backpack by the door. "Looks like my parents aren't home," Sam called from the kitchen. I followed the sound of his voice and found him leaning against the island, munching on grapes. "Will you help me with my English homework?" I asked. "I'm nervous for the test on Wednesday." He nodded and went to get our backpacks, trudging up the stairs to his room. I opened the door for him, laughing at the stupid joke he'd just made, his ass accidentally brushing against my crotch, even grinding into it a little. I went to moan, but luckily, I caught myself. Close one. Inside his room, he dumped my backpack on the floor, along with his own, and all of my stuff spilled out. "Oh. Nice." I commented, and he just laughed, bending down to start picking it up. Then I spotted my notebook. I'd put bright, neon orange tape all over the cover of it, so it would be easy for me to find, and it stuck out like a sore thumb among the sea of black composition and text books. He spotted it and my stomach dropped through the floor. That very book was the one that had all of my secrets, dreams and fantasies about him. That was my 'Sam Book'. He snatched it up and began flipping through it, reading random pages and skipping the others. There were about five pages with his name, just his name written all over it. "NO, Sam..." I whimpered pathetically, hiding my red face, my stomach doing flip flops. "Cameron..." I looked up and he was staring at me, an extremely tender look on his face. "You're in love with me?" I blushed deeply, hiding my face in my hands once again, whispering softly, "Yeah..." I tried not to look at him, in fear of what was next. The 'I wish, but I can't' talk. Rejection. But instead I felt his strong arms wind around my waist. I looked up and he was smiling down at me, chewing on his lip. "Cameron," He said in a soft voice. "You are so important to me. You're everything, baby." I blushed as I tried to understand and comprehend what he was saying; what he meant. "You... Love me too?" He nodded and butterflies shot through my stomach. "Sam..." I whispered, just as he had, weeks before. "Sam, kiss me." I closed my eyes as I felt his lips come down hard on mine. This was what I'd been waiting for, through all of this. He pushed me on my back, crawling on top of me and straddling my waist, as I leaned up to kiss him gently again, pushing my tongue between his lips and deeper into his mouth. My fingers traced his collarbone, as I caught his lip gently between my teeth. He pulled back, gasping. "Cameron..." Rolling on top of him, I unbuttoned his shirt slowly, dragging my nails gently down the length of his chest. He moaned gently. I licked over his nipple and smiled up at him from his chest, sliding my hand lower down his stomach until I could feel his pubic hairs pricking my fingers-... "SAM, ARE YOU HOME YET?" His mom shouted from downstairs. "Shit, shit, shit," He muttered, pulling me off of him and trying to button his shirt as fast as he could. We could both hear her heavy footsteps as she pounded up the stairs. "Hurry," He whispered pleadingly. "Act natural." he threw my backpack at me. "Math homework." He pulled out his text book as I did the same and sat next to him as his mom walked through the door. "Oh! Hello, Cameron," Emma, Sam's mom, said. "How are you two? Getting homework done? Good boys." I shot Sam a look and he shot me the same one back. "We were doing our trig homework," Sam said, obviously implying that he wanted her to leave. She got the hint and nodded. "Well, I'll let you get back to that," she said, and walked out, closing the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, I collapsed on the bed, my hard-on still thankfully hidden by the trig textbook. Sam burst out laughing. "Close call." I sighed, thinking of how my mom would react if she'd found us. "Bro, you have no idea."