Something Different

Nathan’s POV

“I really can’t be sure but the sound of his voice tells me there is damage. I need to do an Ultra-sound.” The Boy Scout told both of us.

When we left the outcome didn’t look good. Cam, couldn’t safely swallow more than 5ml at a time from a syringe; absolutely nothing solid. He was in a collar and got pain juice. “Hope Mr. Doe gets better before next week.” The Boy Scout told me with a smile.

The glass was gone when I hit the clicker and his Dad was nowhere to be found, so I parked in the garage. “Upstairs, Badass,” I told him after helping him out.

After a squirt of pain shit, I took his clothes off tucking him in bed, then broke the news he needed to sleep on his back knowing he just couldn’t without a pillow. He gave me a stoned smile, his head tilted, “Will you still love me tomorrow, NRD?” And his eyes closed.

“And every day after, Dumbass.” Fuckin Camron; the fact he even needed to ask. I walked downstairs with tears falling from my cheeks.

I sat in the music room with both our phones, his tablet, and thought about what he’d want me to do; damage control. Hate on Cass only grew, someone caught a picture of us leaving the hospital with CJ in a collar.

First things first. Wait. Cams’ phone was on fire and I didn’t have time for hers. YouTube and Twitter were ready to crash partially because of the show and what was flashing by every minute.

That’s why I don’t do Twitter. Shit was flying around that he was dead; his face destroyed one post said. The world is a lesser place without him, he was so cute; hope he doesn’t try killing himself in heaven. I mean, give me a fuckin break.

Cam had a following that wasn’t made clear to me until now. I sent out a Tweet, from Camron. “I was so… exhausted when we got back from the show, I rear-ended a car. The collar is just a precaution. And my curly-haired guy, is OK. Luv you all. CJ.” I could have left out the curly-haired guy part, but didn’t.

I never really knew how many boys and girls wanted him. And let’s not forget the Cougars and Queen’s. I read posts on his Twitter from a year ago; I didn’t do Twitter. He did and looking back over a year offers had been pouring in; it was thousands. Post after post offering whatever he wanted; not one reply from him.

I silenced all devices and watched him sleep. On his back was a struggle but seeing him wince when he tried to cuddle up to me who wasn’t next to him, hurt. I put a pillow in my spot when I heard the garage door open.

“What do you think?” His Dad asked with a smile.

“I’m pretty sure I saw that car sell on TV for, 125.”

“Half my bonus. You think he’ll like it, Nathan?” He asked in a sorry way because of what he’d done.

“Go park it in a storage unit; he doesn’t need that. The Escalade is bigger and he needs that size of protection on the road.” I told him like a child.

“Protection from who, Nathan? Everybody loves him.” He didn’t get it.

“Do you even know who he is? He is, Camron Jones. You had to have seen?”

“I saw it.” He told me.

“Everyone knows he is gay and I am his boyfriend; Happy? He has started a movement that will floor him a year from now.” And the realization of what I said hit me.

“There are a lot of people who won’t like him.” He just shook his head.

“I knew, Nathan.” And he smiled at me with Cam’s dimples. “He looks at you like Ice cream, and he fuckin loves the shit out of ice cream.” And he got back in the car.

“I need to go check on him; take this thing somewhere.” Waving him off I walked into the house and up to his room thinking he loves me like ice cream.

It was obvious he was restless because his head was back with the pillow under his shoulders, and he was struggling to breathe. I was so… fuckin pissed. I gently pulled his head up adjusting the pillow and he took a good breath that made me feel better.

I couldn’t help it. With the covers twisted and lowered, his soft cock on full display, I took advantage of my medicated friend. He moaned still in slumber and slowly hardened within my mouth. The other times he helped me take all of him; pushing my head down and making my eyes water.

He didn’t need to this time. He hardened in my mouth and not quite hard I took all of him with ease. As he slowly got harder I kept it up, inch by inch, and when he was rock hard I was ready and took all of him.

On one hand, I felt bad and, on the other, I didn’t. It does say something about you when you get hard sucking another guy's cock. He came in my mouth and seconds later I came in my pants. As I cleaned him he didn’t wake; I watched and waited.

I sat looking at him as stoned eyes opened and blinked a few times. He smiled his CJ way then asked if I’d sucked him off. I shook my head no. “So? That isn’t cum on your chin?” He croaked.

“No talking; remember?” And I smiled running a hand across my chin and pulling another 5 ml into the syringe.

Camron’s POV

Five days later I was on the stage again. “So??? You’re playing tonight, Camron?” And I nodded.

“How can I say this,” Simon started? “You are a Shit Show, Camron Jones; and I love it. I really do. You’re not singing?” And I shook my head, No. That hurt. I had started soft foods, like mush, and a little more than clear liquid two days ago but, shit, still hurt.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Simon said.

I turned to Nate and started tapping my foot for the beat. I wore a turtle neck, a dress coat, and a twelve-string. Nathan had a six-string, and we had five behind us. ‘Ghost Rider’

If he knew I took a double shot of pain juice before walking out, I wouldn’t have been able to walk out. He was in black washed-out 501 jeans, tight. Nothing is hotter than a big dick and the finest ass in 501s. His hair was waved back; wet and dried that way. He hated the button-down shirt and jacket, but he pulled it all off.

I played to him, and him to me, I love strings. We might have well been singing to each other with guitars. In the last five days, our fingers bled, at least a hundred times a day we did this; well fifty. Nathan did all that for me so I didn’t need to sing because I couldn’t.

We stood clapping to each other and the guys behind us. “That is the number two best guitar duo I have ever seen, And those two were Clark and Campbell.” Simon started standing and clapping.

“OK,” Simon said after composing himself. “That was bloody fantastic.” And he sat down.

“Thank you,” I mouthed pointing at Nate.

“So? Are you just giving everyone the finger, Camron Jones?” Simon asked with a chuckle.

“Just you, Simon. And I say that, ‘To Sir with Love’”.

He laughed pointing a finger at me, “You are a show, Camron. Do you have a cold?” He said and asked. I nodded.

“I assume you’ve asked him out properly?” David questioned.

“I have; he hasn’t given me an answer yet.” And I worked the crowd with a glair and smile to him.

“Look around, Nathan. If you don’t step up, I think there are a couple thousand who will.” David said turning to the audience.

A While Later:

“So? Are you nervous making it this far; so… much is on the line?” Simon asked.

“I’m not. I don’t say that in a conceded way because they are so…much more talented than me. I just really don’t care about winning.” And you could have heard a pin drop.

Then everyone was on their feet again and I did prayer hands. “OK. I have never heard that from a contestant before. You are going into this not giving a crap whether you win?” Simon asked shaking his head back and forth.

“I’ll let you know next week if they want me back.” And I walked off not knowing if I’d ever see this stage again.

The club was showing what I had been doing for the last two months and Cass couldn’t get through the door. They even had AGT night. I really didn’t want to win and was surprised I’d made it this far.

I was way better but still couldn’t take Nate down my throat. And it wasn’t because I didn’t try. Nathan had become the one who wanted me in his ass; like all the time.

He would suck me with his newfound talent then beg me to fuck him. I never saw it like this; him assuming this bottom roll. I mean; I wanted it too. It actually took me shaming him just so he’d fuck me.

“Are you afraid you can’t get it up for my ass, Nate?” Think first and speak after.

“You got a slap cuming, Cam. Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want, CJ?”

“It was always more than that to me, Nate. Is that what you saw it as, just fucking; because I didn’t?” We looked at each other.

“I’m sorry,” came from both of us at the same time.

“What is it” I asked?

“It just doesn’t work the way I want. I want to see your smile and eyes like when you’re doing me. You said it hurt when we did it face to face; this fuckin deformed dick of mine.”

“I was being honest, numbnuts. But when you do me from behind it sets something on fire down there. And your cock is not deformed. If not for your curve, I’d never be able to suck you like I do and see your eyes.” And he smiled.

I love watching you take it all, Cam. I can only do it looking at your feet.”

“You are such a nerd, NRD.”

FYA:

For those of you who have read stuff I’ve written; just know there is a lot. As far as prolific Authors, I am on the list of top twenty, and I sit at number eleven on most popular Authors.

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