He rolls his eyes at me and pops the button on my jeans. “Oh, but it is. I’m moving here. Hopefully, you’ll move in with me. We’ll fuck like rabbits while you get your degree.” He makes his way down my body, leaving a trail of kisses over my pecs and my stomach. “I’ll make this place prettier.” He pushes my jeans down along with my underwear, my cock springing free and slapping my stomach.

He eyes my dick with hunger as he leans in and kisses just the tip, driving me insane and making my hips dart up off the bed. “Oh shit. That sounds really good.”

He grins, taking my dick in his firm hand and then licking a stripe from the base to my tip, making my thighs quake with anticipation. “Really good.” He sucks the tip of my cock into his mouth, and I run my fingers through his hair, forgetting what we were talking about as he releases my dick, using his hand instead to cup my balls and take me into the back of his throat.

He’s getting really good at that.

“Oh fuck, Kingston. This isn’t fair to you.” My cock leaves his mouth with an obscene popping noise as he gazes up at me.

“Camden, I’ll have you. That’s all I need.”

I run my fingers through his hand and down to his face, urging him to come up to me. He crawls up, letting his solid weight settle on top of me. “Are you sure?”

He is. I can see it on his face before he answers. “Yes. I love Kensley. It’s where we started, but it’s not where we end up. I’m okay with that.”

“You like small-town life.”

“I love you. And no one says we can’t move to a small town around here. There are plenty of them. You can have your city close by with the career you choose, and I’ll have a new town. It doesn’t matter, though, as long as I’m here with you.”

“You really do love me, don’t you?” I ask, almost baffled by it.

He shakes his head at me, rolling his eyes again like I’m insane. “I’ll always love you, Camden. You’re mine, right?”

“Always.”

He kisses my lips, and then finally, we rid each other of our pesky clothes, writhing together on the small, creaky bed.

“Please tell me you’re going to have a bigger bed.” I request.

He laughs and grabs the lube from my desk drawer. We skipped condoms a while ago, and he’s well acquainted with where I keep the lube. “Oh yeah, king-sized, baby.”