Three More Wishes by Sean Michael Page A

good.
    "Mmm. Taste good."
    "I'm glad you think so." How had Xander gotten so lucky?
    "I do. I so do." Another set of soft kisses brushed his nipple.
    "Making me hard again." Cameron was like the best aphrodisiac ever.
    "I know we won't come again, but that's okay. We can feel."
    "And feel and feel and feel. Your touch is amazing."
    "Thank you." Cameron traced along his sides with both hands.
    Xander hummed, his skin so alive under Cameron's touches.
    "Where did you get this scar?" Cameron asked, fingers finding a tiny scar on his hip.
    "When I was little I was playing in the kitchen with my sister and a knife fell off the counter. It landed on my hip." It had nearly cut his sister quite badly, but he'd managed to push her out of the way
    "Oh, man. Did you need stitches?"
    "Yeah. Three. I was lucky, though, the blade didn't get anything important." He arched into another touch.
    "Are my hands too rough?"
    "Your hands are perfect."
    "Good." Cameron slipped down, cheek on his belly, hands moving down his legs.
    "Pampering me." He felt so good.
    "I just want to touch a while."
    "Please, yes. Don't stop -- it feels so good." Like he was the center of Cameron's universe and he was discovering that he liked that feeling.
    "I won't stop. I want you to remember me fondly."
    "More than fondly, I swear."
    "Good." Cameron sounded fierce somehow.
    He slid his hand through Cameron's hair, stroking his scalp. Xander didn't think he'd ever forget Cameron; it would be impossible.
    Cameron leaned down, kissed his hip, hands still moving. He let his eyes drop closed so he could concentrate on the touches, feel everything that Cameron was giving him. The touches gradually slowed, and Xander's eyelids grew heavy.
    "Mmm... magical."
    "Thank you."
    "No, thank you." He stroked Cameron's head, fingers tracing the man's features. The peace between them amazed him, made him incredibly grateful. "You need anything, Cameron?"
    "No. No, I just want to stay right here."
    "We can do that." He could so do that.
    "Good." A soft kiss landed on his belly.
    "Mmm. You can do that again." The kiss brushed Xander's skin again, sweet as anything. "God, your mouth is hot."
    "Good." Cameron chuckled, tongue on his belly.
    He laughed, too. "That tickles."
    Cameron blew a raspberry on his skin this time. He bucked up, gasping.
    "You're ticklish." Cameron chuckled, then blew again.
    He jerked again. "Fuck! Yes. I am."
    Cameron's laughter joined his, fingers digging into his ribs and pushing hard.
    "Oh, damn." He tried to curl into himself, but Cameron's body was in the way and he wound up jerking and jumping, laughing hard.
    Cameron bounced on his belly, fingers and mouth driving him nuts.
    "Oh, fuck, fuck."
    "I've got you." Cameron held him, chuckling as he panted and laughed.
    "God. I don't think I've laughed so hard in a very long time."
    "I know I haven't. Thank you."
    "No, thank you." He chuckled and tugged Cameron up, brought their lips together.
    He took in the sight of Cameron -- relaxed, easy, happy. It was a good look on the man. He thought he probably looked the same way. Cameron's eyes moved restlessly, but every other part of the man felt melted.
    He kissed Cameron's forehead and pulled him close. "Naptime, hon."
    "Naptime." Cameron rested down into him.
    "Yeah. Just like that."
     

Chapter Four
     
    Cameron listened to Xander snore. He listened for a long time, then he slipped out of the bed, slowly making his way to the door so he could listen to the night time, the ocean.
    There were pills in his bag, enough to do the job, but part of him wanted to walk into the ocean and simply disappear.
    He heard Xander's footsteps a moment before the man's arms came around him, Xander's heat pressing against his back.
    "I didn't mean to wake you up." He wasn't going to waste a second of his time.
    "I'd rather be awake with you here than asleep alone in the bed." Xander kissed the top of his head. "It's beautiful; you want to go for a walk?"
    "I'd love that. It's dark,