Low Rider
"What are we doing here?" Damian asked from behind his mate, Cameron.
"Because, you need to experience all things American if you wish to live here" Cameron smiled, happily skipping down the wide hall.
"... and shopping is the way to do it?" Damian quirked an eyebrow at his giddy friend. He couldn't tell if he was happy to show him the American way, or to just be shopping. Either way, it was a nice break from all the un-packing and settling they we're doing at their new home together.
Damian had shopped quite a few times already the good while he's been in America, but mostly for food with Cameron as a tag-along or at a gas station, but never actual shopping in a mall.
"Just at least look around... please?" Cameron stopped and turned, boring puppy dog eyes into a suddenly halting Damian.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, with a sigh to cover his amusement. "Okay, Fine!".
Damian couldn't cover the amusement any longer, letting a hearty laugh slip out as he watched his closest friend do a little jig in the middle of the mall.
After a couple hours, both of them had a couple bags of clothes, accessories, and other things, each. Within some point they both decided to split up into different stores as the departments they started going into to were one or the other's taste, but not tickling both of their fancies.
"Damian?" Cameron whispered outside of a changing room, a slight worrisome tone in his voice and a soft knock on the door. Even though they agreed to split up, Cameron still had to worry about his best friend being kidnapped in such a huge mall.
"Yes, Cameron?" A thick Irish accent asked from behind the door.
"Just making sure I was in the right place" Cameron replied quietly, playing with his hands.
"You can come in, ya know? It's like a party room in here, it's so big" Cameron's ears perked at the click of the door unlocking; Damian's boisterous laugh following.
Swiftly, Cameron stepped into the changing room, locking the door behind him.
"So, what do you think?" Cameron heard as he was turning away from the door, only to feel like he got the wind knocked out of him from the site in front of him.
Standing in the middle of the florescent lit dressing room stood Damian in a pair of snug dark wash jeans, that most important details of the look being he was shirtless and the jeans were low riders.
Not just any mens section low risers, though. - Cameron noticed - but they were from a womans clothing rack, as the clear height difference between men and women low riders noticeable.
"Uh, um, wow... Good" Cameron stuttered, finally coming up with a positive word out of the many flying around like a tornado in his head.
"Good?" The Irish mans face dropped a bit, standing back in front of the full length mirror, inspecting once more.
"More.. than good" Cameron breathed out as he approached Damian from behind, coming into view in the full length mirror.
With a raised brow, Damian scanned over the jeans again. Even though they were womens jeans, they fit his petite figure well, bringing out hips he didn't know he had. He never really had time to appreciate his body, unless you count the numerous times alone at night, under the cov- never mind, that's for another time and place.
Snapping out of his reverie, just in time as he felt an arm snake around his waist. Meeting Cameron's gaze in the mirror, he relaxed his back into Cameron's chest, which produced a low growl like noise to rumble from the man behind him.
"Cam..." Damian whispered as he felt a hand travel down his abdomen, shivering as fingertips ran along his skin where the rim of the jeans started.
"Shh... just enjoy it" Cameron whispered back as a low moan escaped Damian's lips as he felt Cameron's hand slip into the snug jeans. "You tease".
"Look.. who's talking" The shorter Irish man spoke in a heavy breath.
"Hmm, Touche".
"W-what are you doing?" Damian stuttered as Cameron left a lone kiss on his neck, evacuating both of his hands off of him.
With a quirked brow and a devilish grin, Cameron nodded his head over to the bench that lined one of the walls, opposite of the mirrored wall. "Sit. Now" were the only 2 words uttered.
Doing as told, a chill running through Damian's body from the demand in Cameron's voice.
His blue eyes widening as realization kicked in once seeing Cameron getting down onto the floor on his knees.
"Bu- but.. but what if we get caught??" He feircly whispered, a slightly bewildered look crossing his face.
"Yes, we could get caught" Cameron replied, tapping his chin. ".. but that would be the beauty in it, now wouldn't it?" he smirked, not waiting for Damian to reply with more logical statements.
Cameron's hands quickly worked open the zipper of Damian's pants and yanked at them, surprised to find Damian lifting himself a bit to get his pants down.
A satisfied inward sigh went through Damian as he was now free from the tight restraining jeans - ones that fitted perfectly when he tried them on, but became the jeans of Satan once Cameron came into the dressing room.
His thoughts were cut short as a gasp escaped his lips, looking down he seen his mate already at work - Cameron taken him into his mouth, more than the Irish lad was ready for.
Cameron bobbed his head up and down, receiving small moans from Damian. who was desperately trying to keep quiet, but the longer he held in his accepting moans of pleasure, they seemed to build up in his chest, ready to rip from him.
Weaving one hand into Cameron's sandy locks, he grabbed his discarded shirt next to him and bit down onto it to keep him making further loud noises that would lead them to their embarrassing unveiling in the middle of such a risqué act.
Damian felt a coiling feeling in the pit of his stomach as his mind became cloudy, everything and nothing at the same time seemed to be rushing around him as he felt himself become druglessly high, crashing back down as he came inside Cameron's mouth who obligingly swallowed - not wanting to leave evidence behind of their secret playtime.
Crashing his lips onto panting ones, Cameron gave Damian a fierce kiss, letting Damian taste himself, getting a muffled moan in return.
Cameron parted with Damian, leaving a panting Irish man panting more than the first time.
Cameron headed for the dressing room door, stopping as he grasped the handle. "By the way, those jeans look.. amazing on you. I'd get them" he winked, hoping Damian would catch the undertone as he sauntered out.
"Well I'll be fucked" Damian spoke to himself, a glint coming to his eye as he pulled his regular clothes back on as fast as he could, almost falling into the wall.
Grabbing the jeans and bags of his previously boughten items - speed walking out of the dressing room with full intent to buy. He would pay Cameron back as soon as possible, that he was sure of.
"Because, you need to experience all things American if you wish to live here" Cameron smiled, happily skipping down the wide hall.
"... and shopping is the way to do it?" Damian quirked an eyebrow at his giddy friend. He couldn't tell if he was happy to show him the American way, or to just be shopping. Either way, it was a nice break from all the un-packing and settling they we're doing at their new home together.
Damian had shopped quite a few times already the good while he's been in America, but mostly for food with Cameron as a tag-along or at a gas station, but never actual shopping in a mall.
"Just at least look around... please?" Cameron stopped and turned, boring puppy dog eyes into a suddenly halting Damian.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, with a sigh to cover his amusement. "Okay, Fine!".
Damian couldn't cover the amusement any longer, letting a hearty laugh slip out as he watched his closest friend do a little jig in the middle of the mall.
After a couple hours, both of them had a couple bags of clothes, accessories, and other things, each. Within some point they both decided to split up into different stores as the departments they started going into to were one or the other's taste, but not tickling both of their fancies.
"Damian?" Cameron whispered outside of a changing room, a slight worrisome tone in his voice and a soft knock on the door. Even though they agreed to split up, Cameron still had to worry about his best friend being kidnapped in such a huge mall.
"Yes, Cameron?" A thick Irish accent asked from behind the door.
"Just making sure I was in the right place" Cameron replied quietly, playing with his hands.
"You can come in, ya know? It's like a party room in here, it's so big" Cameron's ears perked at the click of the door unlocking; Damian's boisterous laugh following.
Swiftly, Cameron stepped into the changing room, locking the door behind him.
"So, what do you think?" Cameron heard as he was turning away from the door, only to feel like he got the wind knocked out of him from the site in front of him.
Standing in the middle of the florescent lit dressing room stood Damian in a pair of snug dark wash jeans, that most important details of the look being he was shirtless and the jeans were low riders.
Not just any mens section low risers, though. - Cameron noticed - but they were from a womans clothing rack, as the clear height difference between men and women low riders noticeable.
"Uh, um, wow... Good" Cameron stuttered, finally coming up with a positive word out of the many flying around like a tornado in his head.
"Good?" The Irish mans face dropped a bit, standing back in front of the full length mirror, inspecting once more.
"More.. than good" Cameron breathed out as he approached Damian from behind, coming into view in the full length mirror.
With a raised brow, Damian scanned over the jeans again. Even though they were womens jeans, they fit his petite figure well, bringing out hips he didn't know he had. He never really had time to appreciate his body, unless you count the numerous times alone at night, under the cov- never mind, that's for another time and place.
Snapping out of his reverie, just in time as he felt an arm snake around his waist. Meeting Cameron's gaze in the mirror, he relaxed his back into Cameron's chest, which produced a low growl like noise to rumble from the man behind him.
"Cam..." Damian whispered as he felt a hand travel down his abdomen, shivering as fingertips ran along his skin where the rim of the jeans started.
"Shh... just enjoy it" Cameron whispered back as a low moan escaped Damian's lips as he felt Cameron's hand slip into the snug jeans. "You tease".
"Look.. who's talking" The shorter Irish man spoke in a heavy breath.
"Hmm, Touche".
"W-what are you doing?" Damian stuttered as Cameron left a lone kiss on his neck, evacuating both of his hands off of him.
With a quirked brow and a devilish grin, Cameron nodded his head over to the bench that lined one of the walls, opposite of the mirrored wall. "Sit. Now" were the only 2 words uttered.
Doing as told, a chill running through Damian's body from the demand in Cameron's voice.
His blue eyes widening as realization kicked in once seeing Cameron getting down onto the floor on his knees.
"Bu- but.. but what if we get caught??" He feircly whispered, a slightly bewildered look crossing his face.
"Yes, we could get caught" Cameron replied, tapping his chin. ".. but that would be the beauty in it, now wouldn't it?" he smirked, not waiting for Damian to reply with more logical statements.
Cameron's hands quickly worked open the zipper of Damian's pants and yanked at them, surprised to find Damian lifting himself a bit to get his pants down.
A satisfied inward sigh went through Damian as he was now free from the tight restraining jeans - ones that fitted perfectly when he tried them on, but became the jeans of Satan once Cameron came into the dressing room.
His thoughts were cut short as a gasp escaped his lips, looking down he seen his mate already at work - Cameron taken him into his mouth, more than the Irish lad was ready for.
Cameron bobbed his head up and down, receiving small moans from Damian. who was desperately trying to keep quiet, but the longer he held in his accepting moans of pleasure, they seemed to build up in his chest, ready to rip from him.
Weaving one hand into Cameron's sandy locks, he grabbed his discarded shirt next to him and bit down onto it to keep him making further loud noises that would lead them to their embarrassing unveiling in the middle of such a risqué act.
Damian felt a coiling feeling in the pit of his stomach as his mind became cloudy, everything and nothing at the same time seemed to be rushing around him as he felt himself become druglessly high, crashing back down as he came inside Cameron's mouth who obligingly swallowed - not wanting to leave evidence behind of their secret playtime.
Crashing his lips onto panting ones, Cameron gave Damian a fierce kiss, letting Damian taste himself, getting a muffled moan in return.
Cameron parted with Damian, leaving a panting Irish man panting more than the first time.
Cameron headed for the dressing room door, stopping as he grasped the handle. "By the way, those jeans look.. amazing on you. I'd get them" he winked, hoping Damian would catch the undertone as he sauntered out.
"Well I'll be fucked" Damian spoke to himself, a glint coming to his eye as he pulled his regular clothes back on as fast as he could, almost falling into the wall.
Grabbing the jeans and bags of his previously boughten items - speed walking out of the dressing room with full intent to buy. He would pay Cameron back as soon as possible, that he was sure of.