Changing Fortunes
Part 3
It was at times like this
that Cam wished that Balint would tell him
that he was hurt rather than show
him. Cam knew he had no right to be jealous. Balint
was justified to seek comfort wherever he could. Cam knew that
he'd just thrown a wrench into their plans all for the sake of his libido and
Balint had every right to be pissed off about that.
It would have made things so much easier if Balint
wasn't so easy-going. Then Cam wouldn't feel so guilty.
Perhaps Balint's
way was more effective after all.
Knowing his partner, he was
probably packed up and gone by now. Cam would make it
up to Balint after this job. He couldn't do
anything about the Gypsy's feelings now, so Cam decided to
put his conscience on hold and numb his uneasiness the only way he knew how.
Cam walked up to his
conquest for the night, flashing his most charming smile. "It's a damned
shame that your boyfriend left you all by your lonesome."
He shrugged. "Not the
first time."
"Shouldn't be any time.
"Didn't take long for
you to take advantage, huh?"
Cam tried to look sheepish. "Sorry but I couldn't help
myself." True enough.
The blond's
lips curled into the ghost of a smile. "Call me Jamie."
That was more than Cam had hoped for
and he fought the impulse to smirk in triumph. It seemed like this mouse was
tired of the tomcat's playing around.
"Obsidian," he
offered, using one of his aliases.
Jamie wasn't fooled, he was
making that as obvious as his implied challenge earlier but he said,
"Well Obsidian, he's gone and
I'm bored out of my fucking mind." He raised an eyebrow. "You intend
to fix that?"
Cam's interest was piqued. In less than a minute this "boytoy" had seized control of this seduction and Cam had suddenly
gone from being the seducer to becoming the seduced. "If you want."
He felt a thrilling
giddiness rush through his body as Jamie drew closer. "So," he
whispered in Cam's ear; running his tongue along the shell, "entertain
me." Jamie pressed against Cam, making his knees almost buckle.
Cam's hands slipped
underneath Jamie's thin t-shirt, caressing flesh that he found surprisingly
cold; as icy as the mouth that was nibbling Cam's ear. He
found himself pulling away. "What'd you do, pack yourself in ice or
something?"
Jamie gave him a look of
annoyance. "If you're saying you don't want to…."
"I never said
that," Cam soothed, knowing that offending Jamie would give him the
opposite result than what he wanted. He stroked Jamie's cheek, deciding that
the coldness he felt wasn't unpleasant in the slightest and hoping that the
parts of the blond he was most interested would be much warmer.
"Alright, then."
Jamie abruptly grabbed Cam and slammed him against the railing, pinning him
there. "Do you have a death wish?"
Cam's heart pounded with excitement and not a little bit of fear.
"Why," he managed not to squeak, "is your boyfriend gonna kill me?"
Jamie's smile was almost
predatory. "Maybe. Or I
might."
A little while ago, Cam would have
highly doubted it. Now, feeling the strength from the deceptively slight
frame, Cam didn't know what to think. There was something dizzyingly
delicious about the idea of snagging someone so unpredictable. Jamie was
nothing like the usual lollipops that Cam used up like
tissues. Then again, Balint hadn't been either,
which was why they were still together. "And why would you go and do
that?" he purred, trying to regain control.
"Show me why I
shouldn't," was Jamie's answer.
"Let go of me
first."
Jamie released him with a
shrug. "Bye, Obsidian. Go fuck with someone else's head."
He began to walk away
towards the side of the club but Cam called after him, "If anyone's doing that, it's you,
Jamie."
Jamie stopped walking.
"It's what I do. If you can't handle it, then maybe you better find
somebody safer," he mocked.
Cam moved towards Jamie. "I never do anything 'safe.'"
He enveloped Jamie from behind, kissing the back of his neck. "And I
never turn down a challenge."
"Then strap yourself
in," Jamie hissed, "and come along for the ride." Jamie
twisted around in Cam's arms and roughly pressed his lips against Cam's.
Jamie's kiss was violent,
his mouth all but swallowing Cam's, his tongue forcing itself between Cam's lips. Cam
returned the intensity of Jamie's kiss, his own tongue eagerly exploring the
green-eyed boy's mouth. For a moment, Cam felt
something sharp and his curious tongue pressed against it, causing him to cut
himself and bleed a little.
Jamie sucked Cam's tongue,
moaning as he rubbed himself against Cam's rapidly
growing hard-on. His teeth nibbled Cam's lower lip, biting and sucking hungrily at it, his breathing
growing heavy and labored. Then Jamie's mouth slid away from Cam's, running
his tongue down Cam's jaw, his lips trailing to his throat….
"Fuck!" Jamie
wrenched his head away and broke himself free of Cam's embrace.
"You better go, Obsidian."
"What are you, some kinda cocktease?"
Jamie sighed. "I'm …a
little more than that."
Cam seized him. "Is that what you do, Jamie? Get boys hot
and bothered over you and leave them with blueballs?"
He shook Jamie. "Huh?"
Without warning Cam was
immediately bombarded with animalistic rage that was so overwhelming, he had
to quickly shield himself before it completely overtook him.
Then from right behind him, Cam heard a
threatening growl . "Put. Him. Down," the deceptively
soft voice ordered. "Now!"
Startled, Cam practically
dropped Jamie to his feet before retrieving his gun from his waistband and
aiming it at Jamie's dark eyed lover. "I don't think you're in the
position to make any demands."
"Really?" Angel Boy
immediately dismissed him. "Kaloz mou, tell your pickup to get his fucking gun out of
my face before I cram it down his throat."
"You've had nothing yet," Jamie
remarked to Angel Boy.
"Easy to fix," he
replied, leering at Cam, completely unafraid of the gun.
Cam wondered what he was
waiting for, he had his target right in front of him, and it was obvious that
Jamie was not only using him to make his boyfriend jealous; he was playing
some other kind of headgame with Cam. It would be
so easy. Just blow the two boys away, one after the other.
Only there was something
about Jamie that fascinated Cam. The blond was a contradiction of craziness and gentleness
that Cam wanted to tame and yearned to conquer. He wasn't gonna be able to do that with Jamie's lover hanging
around. Cam pressed the gun against Angel Boy's crotch. "Get the
fuck out of here before I blow your balls off."
Angel Boy smirked but backed
away. "You talk real big while you're holding that piece, honeychild," he taunted. "Let's see if you end
up using it on him by the end of the night."
"Angelo," Jamie
warned. "Stop it." Then he told Cam, "Drop
the gun. He's leaving."
Cam really didn't feel like
it, but he wanted to avoid pissing Jamie off so he followed his wishes.
However, Cam could tell
that "Angelo" was his real name just by the irritation in his eyes.
"You just signed his death warrant," Angelo said to Jamie,
"but you want me gone, I'm gone." He kissed Jamie's mouth hard.
"Make sure you save some for me, glike mou."
Jamie smiled back, his eyes
flashing promise. "I always do."
Angelo glared at Cam. "If you
like living, be gone when I return."
And then he was gone. He
didn't walk away. Cam didn't hear any footsteps at all. It was if he vanished into
thin air, but that was ridiculous.
Jamie frowned. "He's
right, Obsidian. I was able to stop myself this time. Next time I won't want
to."
"Stop yourself?"
"From killing you. If I
bed you, that's what'll happen." Jamie looked downward, his eyes not
meeting Cam's.
Cam laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever
heard."
This time Jamie did face him. "You think I'm
kidding?"
"You can't get rid of
me that easy, Jamie. Try again."
"Fuck it." Jamie
gave him an exasperated look. "You wanna stick
around? Fine. I'll be right back. I gotta take care
of something first."
"Like hell you
will!" He made a grab for Jamie but Cam was grabbing
at air.
Jamie was gone.
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