The beach house is alive in the way it always is when the fisher brothers throw a party. Music thrums from the speakers on the back, strings of fairy lights sway with the ocean breeze, and laughter carries across the sand. Inside, people cluster in the kitchen with plates of cake, chatter fills every corner, and Jeremiah is already dancing with everyone like he owns the night.
You arrive with cam at your side, his hand warm in yours. “Hey man,” he greets Steven easily, trading jokes about the playlist. He compliments Belly on her dress with genuine warmth, He blends seamlessly, but every so often his eyes find you. soft, lingering, like you’re his anchor.
It makes your chest ache in the sweetest way. Later, when everyone was outside on the beach, cam holds you to his chest. “C’mon, one dance,” he says, tugging gently at your hand with a smile.
“You’re asking me to dance to this song?” you laugh watching him. “Yes,” he says simply, smiling. “I’m offering you the full cinematic summer experience.” You laugh but let him pull you into his dance. Music blasts from the speaker, and the two of you move in sync with the others. He’s not awkward, not like you thought he might be, instead he’s loose, smiling, twirling you once before catching you against his chest making you both laugh. The way he looks at you, a little breathless, hair falling into his eyes, makes you forget anyone else is even around.
“You’re cute,” you murmur smiling up at him. “So are you” he says back, and then he presses a quick kiss to your forehead.
By the time things start to wind down, the air feels cooler, heavy with the smell of the ocean. Belly’s cake has long been devoured, Jeremiah is attempting to convince people to skinny dip, and a handful of guests are already saying their goodbyes.
“I’ll drive you home,” Cameron says as you step off the deck. “Thank you” I smile softly, holding his hand.
The drive is soft and playful, the kind of quiet magic that only happens on summer nights. His car windows are rolled down, letting the salty air rush in, and the radio hums with a song that feels like the background track to your own private movie.
You rest your head against the seat, watching him. The way his hands tap the wheel in rhythm with the music. “Stop staring,” he teases suddenly, catching you. You grin. “I wasn’t staring.” “You totally were.” He glances at you, eyes gleaming. “Not that I mind.”
You nudge his arm playfully. “You’re supposed to be watching the road.” “I am,” he insists, but the corner of his mouth curves up. “Multitasking.”
The conversation continues as he continues to drive. jokes about Jeremiah’s terrible dance moves, Steven’s obsession with winning beer pong, even Belly’s determined way of blowing out candles like she was making a wish big enough for the whole universe. Somewhere in the middle of it, you’re laughing so hard your stomach aches, and Cameron looks at you like that sound is the best thing he’s ever heard.
When he finally pulls up in front of your house. The windows of your house are dark, drive way empty with only your car parked. “No one’s home?” he asks softly.
You nod your head. “My parents are away for the weekend.” He hesitates, then says, “Do you… want me to come in? Just for a while.” “Yeah,” you say, smiling. “I do.”
Inside, the house feels too quiet after the beach house chaos. “You want anything? Water? Soda?” you offer, half to fill the silence. “I’m good,” he says, glancing around. “Honestly, just being here with you feels enough.”
The words make your cheeks heat, your chest warm. You grab his hand, tugging gently. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.”
Your room is dim, the small lamp by your bed casting a soft glow. Cameron steps in slowly, taking it all in. Cameron takes off his shoes, his keys jingling in his hand before he sets them on your vanity. His eyes sweep over the stack of books on your nightstand, the photos pinned to your wall, the blanket draped messily across your chair.
“This is so you,” he says with a small smile. You raise a brow, curious. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugs, moving closer to the bookshelf. “I mean… it feels like you. Cozy. Warm. Kind of messy in a cute way.” You laugh, swatting his arm. “Messy in a cute way? That’s your compliment?”
“Hey, it’s a good thing,” he insists, grinning. “I like it” You watch him as he wanders, fingers brushing the edge of a framed photo, pausing over a candle you forgot to blow out earlier. There’s something about the way he looks at your space with genuine curiosity and care that makes you feel completely seen.
When he finally sits down on the edge of your bed, he looks around once more, then back at you. “I’m glad you asked me to come in.”
Your heart thumps. You sit beside him, close enough that your knees brush. “Me too.”
he tilts his head toward you. “You’re really quiet all of a sudden,” he says, a small grin tugging at his mouth. You shrug, trying to play it off. “Just thinking.” “About what?” he presses, leaning a little closer.“About… this.” You gesture vaguely between the two of you, your heart thudding in your chest. He raises his brows. “This?” You roll your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Don’t make me say it out.”
For a second, he just looks at you, his grin softening into something more careful. “You mean like… us sitting here.. alone? , and me wanting to kiss you?” Your laugh slips out “Yeah. Pretty much exactly that.”
His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up. “Okay, but if we’re both thinking it…” He trails off, giving you space to back away if you want to.
You don’t. You lean the tiniest bit closer, your voice low. “Then maybe you should just do it.” That’s all it takes. He closes the gap slowly, testing, until his lips brush yours in a soft, tentative kiss. It’s careful but sure, like he’s been waiting for the green light all night.
When you pull back just enough to breathe, he’s smiling, his voice warm. “That wasn’t so scary.” You shake your head, smiling back. “Not even a little.”
And this time, when you lean in again, the kiss deepens naturally, still soft, but filled with need. The kiss leads to the both of you laying on the bed, kissing, gripping at each others clothes.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, voice rougher now, though his eyes are searching yours. “Yes,” you murmur, pulling him down to you. “I want this. I want you.” “Hey. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he say gently.
“I know.” Your voice cracks a little, and he clears his throat. “It’s just… this is my first time. I’m a little nervous.” His heart squeezes. He reaches for your hands, threading your fingers through his. “It’s mine too. We’ll figure it out together, okay? No pressure. Just us.”
You search his face, as if making sure he means it, then exhale shakily before nodding. The first kisses are tentative, as if testing the waters. He guides you slowly, deepening when you relax, letting the heat build naturally. His hands tremble a little as they skim your sides, but you whisper soft encouragements, pulling him closer until his nerves start to melt into something hungrier.
By the time you tug your shirt over your head, his breathing stutters. He breaks the kiss, eyes darting nervously “You’re… wow. You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly. You grin, tugging him back down to you. “So are you.”
Clothes scatter in messy trails across the floor, kisses growing deeper, needier. You guide him gently, reassuring him when his hands falter. When you finally sink back onto the bed, pulling him with you, his body covers yours like he’s both terrified and desperate.
“Are you sure?” he whispers one last time, his forehead pressed to yours.
“Yes,” you breathe. “I want this. I want you.”
That’s all it takes. He kisses you passionately, pouring every ounce of his nerves and adoration into it. The first time is slow, a little clumsy, full of whispered laughter and shaky breaths. But it’s also tender, careful, the kind of moment that stays a memory forever.
You guide each other, moving in sync, learning what feels good together. His hand never leaves yours, like he needs that reassurance. When the tension finally crests.
You can feel the heat building between your legs, a throbbing ache that demands his attention. He seems to sense it, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your panties. He pauses, looking up at you with a question in his eyes. You nod, and he slowly pulls them off, revealing your most intimate self.
You feel a bit of embarrassment, but the way he looks at you, with such adoration and desire, makes it all feel okay. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another, moving closer to where you ache the most. You gasp as his tongue finds you, the feeling sending shockwaves through your body.
He takes his time, exploring every inch of you with his mouth and fingers. You can feel the tension building. He senses it, his fingers sliding inside you, his tongue circling your clit.
You cry out, your body convulsing as the pleasure washes over you. He doesn’t stop, his fingers and tongue working together to draw out every last wave of pleasure. When you finally come down from the high, you feel like you’re floating, your body limp and sated.
He looks up at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. You smile, pulling him up to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it sends a wave of desire through you. You reach down, unbuttoning his jeans, feeling the hard length of him beneath your fingers. He groans, his hips jerking as you stroke him.
“Oh..” he breathes, his voice filled with need. “Please.” You guide him to your entrance, feeling the heat of him against your wetness. He pauses, looking down at you with a question in his eyes. You nod, and he slowly pushes inside, his breath catching as he fills you.
You gasp, your body stretching to get used to him. He’s gentle, giving you time to adjust, his hands holding your hips as he moves the tip slowly in and out. You can feel every inch of him as he starts to push further in.
He leans down, kissing you softly as he moves. The rhythm is slow and steady, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel the tension building again, your body coiling as he hits that spot deep inside you.
“Cam,” you moan, your fingers digging into his back. “Please.” He groans, his movements becoming more urgent. He sit up on his knees in between your legs before gripping your hips and thrusting at a faster pace. You can feel him getting closer, his body tensing as he chases his own release. You meet his thrusts, your body moving in sync with his, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he moans softly. “O-oh… shit… I- can’t hold it”
You bite your lip as you watch him lose control above you. His eyes are closed shut as he grips your hips tighter. “Come baby” you moan, running your hand over his arm.
he comes with a low groan, his body shuddering as he fills you. You feel a rush of love and connection, your own body following as you find your release again.
He collapses on top of you, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in quick gasps. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you both come down from the high. After a few moments, he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms.
You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He kisses the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “I love you,” he says, his voice soft. You look up at him, a smile playing on your lips. “I love you too.”
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