Name: Cameron Pike
Code: Blue
Age: 26
Disorders: Depression, Night Terrors, Anxiety
Admitted: 15 October 2012
Looks like: Ian Somerhalder
Role: Closed
Cameron didn’t have the best adolescence. When he was 16, his father was killed overseas by a grenade while in hostile territory. Then not a few months later, his mother died giving birth to his little sister Lacey. He was a 16 year old orphan who had to raise an infant from birth.
Lacey and Cameron got along well and he never came across any real problems with her. Until she turned five and got very ill, and it was discovered she had lung cancer. Cameron worked day and night to raise money for her treatments, which stressed him too much that he started to crack.
His friends noticed first - he always looked tired, got grumpy easily and would panic if the phone rang, thinking it was the doctors with bad news. Finally, on of his friends took him to a therapist and after a long session, he was diagnosed not only with paranoia, but also night terrors and insomnia.
He refused to get treatment until Lacey was okay - which was two years later. She was finally in remission and he knew he had to help himself now. He sent Lacey off to live with her grandparents and booked himself into Dalton Asylum. He works harder than anyone to get better, because he wants to see his little sister again.
Cameron woke up late that morning, pouring himself a mug of coffee. It was dark and rainy, making it hard discern if what the clock was saying was true or if it broke during the night. But Awake meant coffee so there was basically no change in routine. If the clock was right, then he was smart to clear the day off for him to laze around. He sipped his coffee as he leaned against the kitchen counter, clad only in a pair of boxers that wasn’t his.
“Please, help yourself.” Cameron smirked, his tone sarcastic. “And for fuck’s sake use your fingers, Clark.”
Clark grinned, the innuendo forming in his mind as he wiggled out an arm, exposing half his chest, and took the bowl out of the cupboard. Cameron licked his lips and drank more coffee. “Don’t get my boxers in a bunch, Cam.” Cameron mocked him and Clark threatened to throw an egg as he mocked back. They both laughed and turned to do something. Clark made an omelette; Cameron made him a mug of coffee.
The older actor walked towards the blanket-clothed musician as he cooked the big omelette. He kissed the back of the blond’s neck and offered him some coffee. “Thanks,” Clark said, setting down the spatula to get the mug. The blanket started slipping away and Cameron was nice enough to retie it around Clark’s waist. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed his back again, resting his head on the other’s shoulder. Memories of last night flittered in and out of their mind’s eye. They came in quick flashes of hands touching skin, sweat running down their necks, and the sounds…
“Last night was…”
“Yeah…”
“Is Jules…?”
“Still asleep.”
“Of course.”
Cameron smirked and smacked Clark’s ass backing away from the tall blond. “I won.” The musician scoffed and flipped the omelette onto a plate, its scent filling the entire kitchen immediately. Cameron took two forks out of the utensil drawer and offered one to Clark, who took it willingly.
“By one point.” Clark said with a mouth full of hot eggs. “I demand a rematch.”
“Don’t you think we should give our dear friend some time to recover?” Cameron quirked an eyebrow along, an annoying smirk followed and made Clark glare at him. “I’m just being nice, don’t look at me like that!” He chuckled.
“If you wipe that smirk off your face.” Clark grimaced playfully.
“Why? Can’t get over losing, Saint Clark?” They laughed and shook their heads. This was crazy. It was a crazy game made by horny men for horny people. They had to stop before they turn Julian into some sort of instrument in their sick game. Turn him into an object instead of a person. They mulled it over for a while, eating quietly as the other person in their threesome slept in Cameron’s room. Clark just decided not to make it a habit. Cameron wondered if he was the middle man instead of Julian next time.
He wondered as Clark moved to take the empty plate to the sink to wash, watching him as he did. His eyes gazed at those muscles and the backside thinly veiled by his sheets. He licked his lips thinking about Clark’s body all over and in him. Everywhere. And Julian… Oh God. He moved towards the blond bravely, bringing their coffee mugs with him. They washed the dishes quickly, still quiet. “So, how about that rematch?” Clark asked after they dried everything.
“If Jules can walk today, I’d consider it.” Cameron winked, wrapping his arms around Clark’s shoulder. “And if not, maybe we could play ourselves.”
A blush crept under Clark’s cheeks and he chuckled, putting broad hands on Cameron’s bare hips. He hadn’t really experimented like this before, sex. He’d kissed boys, made out with them, and thought about them sometimes but this was really the first time he’d actually acted on it. He was a little nervous, still. “If you want.”
“Oh, I want.” The dark haired man smirked, letting his hands wander to the knot he’d made earlier and loosened it. He let his lips brush over Clark’s neck and the other man sighed. The sheets fell and Cameron’s hands ghosted over Clark’s flaccid dick. “After last night, I’d be crazy not to want you.” Clark’s hand wove into Cameron’s hair and pressed him closer to his neck, letting the stubble tickle him slightly. Cameron’s fingers slid down his back and curled around his bottom, squeezing just a little bit as his lips hovered over Clark’s a few seconds before the blond closed the distance between them. The two of them slowly knelt down on the floor and lied on the fallen sheets. Cameron straddled Clark and the musician ground their hips together. Their tongues fought for dominance again and again, neither of them was relenting.
Old fires from last night began burning with new sparks and old sparks coming alive. A rematch would come later, they wanted to see what they could do with each other. Julian made everything extra exciting but this would do while the young actor slept soundly that rainy morning.
The rules were simple enough. Who got Julian to moan/scream his name more would win. Clark was determined to do so – caught with tempting heat he couldn’t refuse when he first declined the game. He wouldn’t normally do this but when Cameron and Julian began kissing after the game was proposed, no one in their right mind would be able to say no. Cameron noticed how Clark ground against Julian hard, getting a point. He had a lead but the blond was catching up and he didn’t like it. He pushed his way in between the two younger men and started sucking on Julian’s neck. If anyone should win, it was going to be him. Him, the first male Julian kissed.
Clark: 10 Cameron: 12
Clark went first and he smirked with satisfaction, having bullied Cameron to let him go first. The older actor attacked Julian’s neck as Clark pushed into him. He was nearing desperation as Julian whispered Clark’s name over and over again. He kissed him, his neck, his sensitive areas he mapped out long ago (luckily still there), dragging his stubble across the brunet’s skin, eliciting more moans. Moans that were silenced momentarily when started thrusting his cock, inch by glorious thick inch dragged along Julian’s body and he stopped breathing for a while before letting out a long moan.
Clark: 27 Cameron: 21
Julian felt himself covered in sweat – his and theirs. Cameron playfully smacked Clark’s hand away from Julian’s dick and stroked him. He complimented Julian’s noises – so hot, so sexy – but pleaded him to say a different name. He’d whispered that into Julian’s ear and began tracing the sweat with his tongue. Traced it all the way down to Julian’s lean stomach where pleasure tugged on his insides. It worked for a while but Clark was a formidable opponent, thrusting deep and hard into their playmate’s body with a thick piece of meat he called a cock. Cameron placed a lingering his on the head of Julian’s dick, sucking gently before he turned his attention to Clark’s body.
Clark: 30 Cameron: 24
“Not part of the game.” Clark panted, still thrusting into Julian’s tight hole. Julian’s heat closed around him spectacularly and every thrust caused waves of pleasure to drag against his already too-alive nerves. And with the older actor’s lips climbing up his body, he was forced to be near an orgasm, which he controlled just in time.
“Not part of the rules.” Cameron countered when his tongue curled around a pert nupple. He reached down to squeeze Julian’s ass, hard, as he straddled the young man’s waist. He let his lips move along Clark’s chest and neck before they made eye contact. “And you’re not the boss of me, Sawyer.” Then he wrapped a hand around the back of Clark’s neck and pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss – tongues clashing violently with each other, neither willing to relent. Meanwhile, Clark stroked Cameron’s duck.
Cameron angled their bodies so Julian could watch. The dark haired boy moaned and arched from the bed, Clark was thrusting faster now and Cameron was kissing the other actor with feverish edge.
Julian watched them kiss and he was getting dizzy with the obscene amount of pleasure. He was moaning with no thought, his ass and his dick and his brain was stimulated to a breaking point. He almost didn’t hear Cameron say, “My turn.”
Clark: 37 Cameron: 30
Julian sighed and whined when Clark pulled out, earning the blond another point. Cameron grunted, grabbing Julian’s thigh and tossing it over his other leg. He pushed Clark away, the musician laughing as he did. Cameron’s eyes caught Julian’s just in time for him to thrust into the hole, loosened by Clark, tightened by the new position.
Julian moaned, dragging his hand and hands across the sheets. Cameron put a hand on Julian’s hip and began thrusting in and out, not wanting to waste time. With his legs pressed tightly together, Julian’s crotch started to throb with unreleased pressure. The movements made his skin brush against his member in small portions, driving him to moan louder, asking for it. Asking for more.
Cameron felt Clark behind him, his lips wandering over the actor’s neck and jaw, grinding his dick over the small of his back. Then the body disappeared and came to kneel beside Julian’s head, his cock waiting eagerly. The brunet acted instinctively, holding onto the base of Clark’s cock, tilting his head towards it and licked it with the tip of his tongue at first before capturing it into his wet and warm mouth. It was Clark’s to say his name as his body quivered with delighted lust. Cameron grimaced at him.
“Not fair.”
“Not in the rules.”
Clark: 39 Cameron: 36
The two men took the challenge a little too seriously. They used everything they had just so they could make Julian say their name more often. They tried every position they knew. They touched him in every single sensitive spot. They fucked until every inch of skin started to burn whenever it was touched. The fires inside of them continued to escalate higher and brighter and hotter until finally it decided to go out with a huge bang. Julian was raw and covered in sweat once he reached his last step and finally burst onto himself and the sheets. The heat hung in the air even after Clark and Cameron came not too long after Julian did. The young actor could barely speak, his voice gone after an hour of unforgiving sex. He just laid there, grinning absently at the ceiling. Clark and Cameron fell, leaving Julian between them. The caught their breath and they took turns kissing Julian.
“Fuck, guys. We should play this game more often.” Julian wheezed, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Definitely.” Cameron winked at Clark who just rolled his eyes.
