Hell Dogs Squadron

Cam’s eyes flickered from the plate up to Mason. He was picking up notes of deep worry mixed with heavy, anguished desire to offer comfort. The doctor wanted to offer more than just his fingers on the skin of Cam’s leg. Damn, it was overwhelming to be the focus of all that intensity, somehow awe-inspiring to be on the receiving end of that kind of care. Cam drank a little of the milk, cursing internally at his own mental argument. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever touched other men. He wasn’t quite as dead straight as he had implied. There had been a little experimenting.

He set the glass on the table beside the bed and looked at Mason. He took hold of the Mason’s hand and laced his fingers between the long tapered ones and met Mason’s eyes.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

Mason raised an eyebrow. “Thought you said you didn’t do guys,” Mason replied.

“I … have messed around a couple times. I’m military, so it was seriously on the sly and nowhere on base,” Cam blurted out. Keep going, be honest, he told himself. “I jerked off a guy I knew at a party. I wanted to watch his face. I swapped blowjobs with someone in a bathroom at a club. I didn’t even ever find out his name.” Cam could feel his face flame with embarrassment. “I like women. I really do, but I…” He had to swallow hard again. “I’ve never kissed a guy.”

Mason gave a slight snort of amusement. Cam relaxed a fraction. At least Mason had a sense of humor. Cam watched Mason’s eyes and wondered what it would be like to watch him come.

“You sure that’s what you want?” Mason asked.

“Yeah, I am,” responded Cam.

Mason scooted forward and leaned in toward Cam’s face. Cam could feel Mason’s breath ghosting softly on his skin, lips hovering an inch from his own. Then Mason’s mouth pressed softly against his. He felt warmth, caring, the prickle of beard stubble, and the underlying sensation of Mason’s energy signature. It started out very chastely. Then he could feel the tip of Mason’s tongue tracing along his lower lip and he opened his mouth, wanting to taste Mason. His hand fisted into the hair at the back of Mason’s head, holding the man close, as his mouth was softly plundered and their tongues dueled and explored. They slowly pulled apart. Cam was amazed. He’d kissed a few women who were good at it. Very good. Somehow it wasn’t even the male-female difference that intrigued him and revved his engine in ways he hadn’t thought possible. It was the person. It was Mason. Did that make gender irrelevant?