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Charlie stood in the middle of their cave, beckoning the poets’ attention to him. “Alright, I think you guys know why I brought you here, right?”
Neil, Meeks, Pitts, and Knox looked up at Charlie with disdain. Cameron and Todd looked at him with confusion. “I wish I didn’t know.” Knox sighed.
“It’s a yearly tradition, my good gents, the time of the year that really tests how strong we are as men. The truest test of manhood.”
“Charlie--” Meeks let out an exasperated plea.
“What’s he talking about?” Cameron looks around for an answer. Todd threw Neil a look, trying to get an answer but Neil was too busy pinching his nose bridge to respond.
“No Nut November!” Charlie proclaimed, his hand gesturing quite triumphantly.
“I’m confused, that the heck is a ‘No Nut November’?” Cameron looked at Charlie like he was making all this up.
“Oh my god-- Don’t ask”
“HUSH, Knox. Cameron, my dear bitchboy,”
“ Hey! ”
“No Nut November is a holiday celebrated by the truest of men. Only the most enduring, cunning, self-respecting--”
“We can’t jerk off during the entire month of November.” Neil dictates, already exhausted from hearing about Charlie’s glorification of a stupid month.
Todd’s eyes shot back at Neil and the others, checking to see if this was a legitimate holiday.
“Oooh, I know about that,” Cameron points, obviously pretending to have known all this time.
“Of course you do, Cam, you do it year-round!” Charlie’s joke gets a scowl from Cameron.
“N-no I don’t! I’m just as healthy as any other guy here!”
“Uh-huh? When was the last time everyone’s jerked off? Mine was just before midnight so I started off the month fresh.”
“Charlie--”
“C’mon! Everyone tell your last wank!”
The rest of the poets groaned but eventually Knox gave in. “... L-last Tuesday…”
“Attaboy, Knox! Meeks? How about you?” He stares down his friend, watching his glasses almost fog up.
“... 3 days ago.”
“Woah, nice, how about you Pitts?”
Pitts looks like a deer caught in headlights. “U-uhhh like 5 days ago, I-- I can’t remember.”
“Suuure, like you’d forget the last time you jacked off.” Charlie nudges him, watching as Meeks looks away.
“Okay, so… Neil? Todd? Cam?”
The 3 remaining poets ducked their heads, trying their best not to make eye contact with each other.
“C’mon, Neil! I know you’ve always blown off steam after a few exams! And didn’t we just have that exam the other day? Was it then?”
“ Charlie -”
“M-mine was two days 2 days ago.” Todd mumbles, but Charlie caught it.
“Woah! See, Perry? Even Todd ’ s brave enough!” Neil looked over at Todd with eyes that could make any detective jump for joy. The eyes of someone who’s guilty of some act.
Neil didn’t know how to respond, how could he? 2 days ago? It was… the same time as him.
“Mine was last week.” He lies, making Todd’s eye shoot up at him.
“See? Was that so hard? And Cam, I assume you’ve never jerked off since you first found out you could, right?”
“What the hell, Dalton?! I’ve masturbated loads of times, mind you!” Cameron yelled at the top of his lungs, the cave seemed to echo his anger.
“Oh yeah? When?” Charlie leered at Cameron’s face, making him splutter out random sounds.
“Charlie, give it a rest, okay?” Neil tugged on Charlie’s sweater. “Cameron, you don’t need to answer him. We believe you, and unfortunately we’re all too aware of when each other jacked off, okay? Besides, I think not knowing yours would be good for everyone.” Neil casted a lighthearted grin in Cameron’s direction.
“Neil! What the hell-”
“Quit it, Charlie. Anyway, can we start a meeting now? I didn’t come here for the No Nut November talk.”
Charlie muttered in disappointment, taking a seat across Cameron. They made awkward eye contact with each other the whole time, Cameron doing most of the avoidance.
The meeting went on like usual, Neil reciting a few passages from the book (oddly some while facing Todd), and Charlie adding some snide, parodic, stupid, or (occassionally) a witty remark. Charlie’s eyes would glance all over the cave for his friends’ reactions, Cameron’s in particular because he gets a kick out of seeing him uncomfortable for some reason.
When they retreated back into their dorms, ducking back in unscathed and giddy, Charlie plopped right onto his bed, still in his coat and pants.
“Charlie, your bed’s gonna get dirty, you should change out of those clothes.” Cameron nagged, shuffling out of his button up to change into his pajamas.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, Cam?” Charlie teased. It was a throwaway remark, but Charlie caught Cameron’s subtle hesitation as a comeback.
“Whatever, Charlie.”
“... Why’d you pause?”
“What? No I didn’t.”
“You totally did.”
“No, I didn’t .”
“Cam… If you wanted me naked you just had to ask.” Charlie sneered, making Cameron stare back at him defensively. “C’mon, I’m just busting your chops over here!”
“Yeah, sure.”
Charlie sat up to change out his clothes anyway, opting to kick his shoes under his bed and only sleep in his undershirt and pajama pants.
He noticed Cameron hurriedly tuck himself into bed, still quiet.
“Hey Cameron… You never really answered me a while ago.”
“Answered what?” Cameron’s head poked out from his blanket-- he often slept under the covers.
“When was the last time you jacked off?”
Cameron looked offended and ashamed, even with the dim moonlight cascading over his side of the bed, Charlie could see his raw embarrassment.
“Ch-Charlie! I’m not answering that!”
Charlie then made his way onto Cameron’s bed, sitting by the edge, making Cameron shuffle closer to the wall.
“Richard… Cameron, buddy, Cam , c’mooooon, it’s me ! You can tell me anything!” Charlie pouted.
“It’s because it’s you I won’t admit to anything.”
“Ah, so there’s something to admit?” Charlie raised his eyebrow, leaning ever so slightly closer to his roommate’s face.
Cameron proceeds to bury himself into his sheets more. He feels Charlie tugging at his blanket, prying it open to look at his expression.
“I promise I won’t laugh.” He feels Cameron’s defenses weaken and he’s able to pull the blanket off of him.
“Promise?”
“Dead poet’s honor.”
Cameron sighed, turning his back against Charlie. “... I-- The last time I jacked off was…” Charlie’s ears twitched in anticipation? Last night? Last week?! Last Month?!
“Back in Sophomore year. The end of the last semester...”
Charlie’s jaw dropped, literally letting his mouth hang open in shock. “Excuse me, what!? ” His mouth grinning unexpectedly.
“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” Cameron hid under his covers again.
“I- I’m not laughing!”
“Then why are you smiling?!”
“I-- I wasn’t!”
Cameron takes off the blanket again. “Charlie! You’re literally smiling-”
“N-no! It’s just… It’s impressive!”
Cameron’s face looked at him with a dubious glare. “Impressive?”
“Yeah! That’s like roughly a year or something! That’s like No nut-- year! I was right!” Charlie snickered.
“Charlie, I don’t have time for this, I just wanna sleep.”
“Why haven’t you done it for so long, you know that’s unhealthy right?”
“It’s only been like 8 or 9 months, it’s not that bad! Besides, I don’t need to do it that often, I don’t have the reason. I’ve got other stuff to worry about.”
“Cam, really, you have to jerk off-- Maybe that’s why you’re such an ass sometimes, you’re repressed!”
“ Excuse me? ”
“You lack the daily endorphins and shit like that, rather than getting some up your butt, all you’ve got is a stick up in it.”
“Charlie-- Can you just go away? ”
Charlie paused a bit, looking down at Cameron’s disgruntled state. “No.”
Charlie looked down at Cameron, hovering over him, his fringe falling over his eyes, hands mildly rustling in between the bedsheets around Cameron’s body.
“What do you mean ‘No’? Get off my fucking bed, you ass.” Cameron scowled.
“What if I got you to nut during November?”
“ Oh my God , Charlie, give it a rest. I don’t need to jerk off, and you don’t need to ‘make me nut’. So instead of thinking of getting me off, why don’t you get off my bed, hm?” He then shoves Charlie away with his arm.
With slumped shoulders, Charlie slithers into his bed, mildly defeated. He looks over his shoulder to check on Cameron, checking if he was seriously asleep after that-- he was.
This could be fun.
Charlie Dalton was not one to turn down such a challenge. No Nut November just turned into the Can I get Cameron to Cum Challenge . He smiled to himself like the overconfident bastard he was.
First things first, what is Cameron even into? Charlie wasn’t entirely sure about Cameron’s sexuality, if he even had a sexuality at all to begin with either.
The first week of November was mildly eventful for Charlie.
“Hey Cam,” They were having breakfast with their friends before extracurriculars, stuffing up on carbohydrates for a strenuous day. “Which would you rather fuck, a guy, girl, neither, both?”
Cameron nearly spat out his food, while the others had mixed reactions. Neil immediately elbowed Charlie for some decency, Todd politely looked away, Meeks confidently said both, Pitts murmured the same, and everyone was sure they heard Knox say ‘girls, obviously’.
“Charlie, what the hell , we’re eating!”
“That doesn’t answer my question though.”
“Charlie, leave Cameron alone.” Neil repeated, giving him a death stare as he shovelled scramble eggs into his mouth.
“We get it, Neil, you’re straight as a rainbow, but I’m asking Cameron over here.”
“I- I’m not--” Neil’s eyes indiscreetly darted towards Todd’s direction, as though he was checking if Todd felt anything about that statement.
“The fact you and Todd look guilty says it all, anyway, Cam, what’s your opinion on boobs?”
“Charlie!” Neil and Cameron said at the same time. Charlie drops the conversation for now, grumpily eating his oatmeal in the process.
After a rather intense session of Rowing Club (yes Charlie jumped into the lake after practice again to cool off), Charlie half-heartedly trudged himself back to the locker room after everyone else. Charlie absentmindedly stared at his locker while he changed out of his Welton uniform. There’s gotta be something that makes Cameron tick .
Charlie stripped himself of his incredibly drenched shirt, revealing an already sweaty torso and shed himself of his shorts. He didn’t quite notice Cameron arrive at the scene.
In only a few seconds, Charlie finally turns his head to see Cameron by the door.
“Cameron? You okay?”
“Oh-- I’m fine, sorry, I was just--”
Charlie raised an eyebrow. They were lucky they had been the only two in the locker room, Charlie would hate to share what happened next in a crowd.
He sauntered his way towards Cameron while making deliberate eye contact.
“Ch-Charlie, you need to hurry up. Lunch is about to end-- and,” Cameron starts to take a step back.
“And?” Charlie inches closer until Cameron’s back was against the locker room door.
“You’re too slow! Just hurry up and get dressed already!” Cameron tries to turn around to open the door but he was cut off by Charlie's arm blocking the way. Charlie had essentially pinned him against the wall without touching him.
“Cameron? Where are you going? Don’t you wanna ensure I’m finished over here?”
“W-why would I do that? You can do that on your own.” Cameron tries to shrug him off but the brunette wouldn’t budge.
“Charlie-- Lemme leave.”
“What’s the hurry?” Charlie’s voice was low, low enough for Cameron to be the only one to hear him, “Unless, you can’t stand being near me when I’m like this?”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Charlie.”
“Then stay.” Charlie pushed himself off the wall with his hand, walking back to his locker. Cameron watched as Charlie slowly made his way there, still only in his boxers and a towel around his neck. Cameron sat on a bench and looked away as he waited for Charlie to get dressed.
Charlie didn’t say much after that and continued to put on his clothes as he normally would. He didn’t need to research what Cameron was into. Not when he himself was the answer.
In the second week of November, Charlie began his plans on trying to get Cameron as unbearably aroused as possible-- which should be easy, right? Charlie prided himself as someone with the sex appeal of Adonis himself.
“Neil, I need to borrow one of your shirts.” He whispered to his friend while they were taking a break from soccer practice. The benefit of being in two clubs was getting time to plan his mischievous endeavors away from Cameron.
“What? I thought you told me my shirts were too tight on you.”
“Exactly why I need them.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“Come ooon!”
“You’re planning something mischievous again, only I get to do that.”
“How come? And I go along with your plans all the time too! Just lemme borrow a shirt!”
“Whenever I come up with plans, it’s for the good of the group, you make plans for the good of yourself. And no, you can’t borrow my shirt.”
“I’ll tell you who Todd’s crush is.” Neil’s eyes widened for the how-manyth time that week.
“T-Todd has a crush on someone? How did you know? On who?”
“I’ll only tell you if you lend me your shirt.”
“Okay, fine . You can borrow my shirt for one day.” Neil brings up his index finger to show the singular digit. “Now tell me who Todd’s crush is.”
“Thanks. Sooo, Todd’s crush is…” Charlie starts, letting the last word stretch out too long for Neil’s liking.
“Is…???”
Before Charlie could reveal the obvious, Todd returned and promptly sat on the bench with a couple of bottled waters.
“Sorry I took so long, ever since they added that vending machine by the cafeteria, no one’s been the same.”
“It’s alright.” Neil smiled, taking one of the waters from Todd, their fingertips brushing accidentally against each other before he jerked his hand away and dropped the bottle on the ground. “Oh- fuck, sorry!”
“It’s alright, Neil.” Todd chuckled before picking up the bottle.
Charlie rolled his eyes, watching as the painfully obvious path his friends were partaking in was the last thing in his agenda. “Anywaaaaayyyy, Neil, your shirt, okay?” He proceeds to stand up and leave the two pining idiots alone.
“B-but-- you didn’t even tell me!”
“Tell you about what?” Todd asked, making Neil shut up instantly.
“Abouuut… uh, where he is on the Furry Scale.” Neil said, quickly shifting eyes with Charlie.
Neil hoped Charlie could muster up a lie just to get Todd off their scent.
“Hard 4.” Charlie said deadpan before trotting away to the goalpost.
Neil and Todd exchanged rightfully concerned looks.
The next evening, Charlie wore Neil’s shirt to dinner. Charlie’s arms made the shirt taut around his biceps and shoulders. He also opted to fold the shirt up to his elbows to show off his forearms. This was obvious to Cameron. And the rest of the poets.
“Charlie… are you wearing the wrong shirt?” Knox asked, pointing with his fork.
“Whaddya mean? I always wear this shirt.”
“It looks too tight on you.”
“So what? I’ve been working out a lot, right, Cam?” he lets his gaze stray over to Cameron.
From Charlie’s observation, Cameron was intentionally ignoring their conversation. He tried to get his attention once more. “Hey Cam.”
“Yeah?” Cameron said, not looking up from his dinner.
Charlie was finding it hard to prove his point to Knox and to Cameron. On the other hand, Neil was having a lovely time making goo-goo eyes at Todd. ‘ At least someone’s gonna get someone to lose No Nut November’ .
Dinner went on uneventfully. Charlie did his best to flex his muscles whenever he tried to grab some food for his plate but Cameron didn’t even look at him once.
Defeated, Charlie returned to their room with a sigh. Before he was able to properly change out of his shirt-- Neil’s shirt, he tried to check himself out on his desk mirror (Yes, he has his own mirror.)
“Pssh… Cameron’s missing out.” Charlie chuckled to himself, shamelessly flexing his muscles.
"Charlie, have you seen-" Meeks walked in on him still flexing his muscles.
"Uhhh…"
"I'm not even gonna ask. Anyway, have you seen my chem textbook? I think I lent it to you last time."
"Oh I thought it was Neil's so I dropped it off in his room."
"Alright, thanks." Meeks nodded. "By the way, Cameron is taking a shower, save the gun show for later." He adds.
"Always my right hand man, Meeks, always my right hand man."
When Meeks left, Charlie heard him make his way to Neil's room only to hear a door open and immediately close. "Sorry, I'll come by later." He hears Meeks say through his own door.
"Oh Neil… just couldn't help yourself, huh?" Charlie laughed to himself again.
Charlie wondered if it was worth waiting on Cameron or if he was gonna take too long with his bath, so he decided to take off his uniform for the day.
Not even a minute after that decision, Cameron walked in while only wearing a towel.
They both freeze as Cameron realizes their undressed states.
"Woah, did you forget your clothes, Cam?"
"Yeah actually…" Cameron said while shuffling towards his closet. He made sure to keep his body turned away from Charlie.
"What's the matter, Cam? You've already seen me this way, why are you so shy about it?'
"I-I’m not shy about anything!" he tried to duck his head into his closet, pretending to search for any of his pajamas.
Cameron did his best to shut out Charlie’s incessant badgering and began putting on his clothes. Just before he could put on his underwear, he felt the air behind him grow warm and a faint shadow emerge from behind him.
As he turned around, he was met with Charlie hovering over him once more. He was closer than they were in the locker room, so close that Cameron could feel his breath on the tip of his nose.
“Charlie…” Cameron whispered, his hair still damp and his hands tightened around the rest of his clothes.
“Cameron, just let me help you.” Charlie’s voice was low and breathy, too seductive for Cameron’s mind to handle. Charlie let his fingers slowly press against Cameron’s hipbone, right where his towel was clinging onto him. Before he could continue the action, he smirked and stepped back backwards.
Camerons’ face was bewildered and wide-eyed. “W-what--”
“You should see the look on your face, Cam!” Charlie laughed louder, making Cameron’s eyebrows furrow. “I can’t believe you almost let me touch you! I can’t believe it’d be this easy!”
Cameron glared back at him. “What the fuck, Charlie?!”
“Don’t worry, you’re lucky I have to take a bath first or else I would’ve actually done something.” He teased, gathering a towel and his clothes, holding it with one hand and pressing it by his stomach. “Just go ahead and continue getting ready for bed, see ya, Cam!”
When Charlie escaped his room, he beelined his way to the bathroom as fast as he could.
As he arrived at a shower stall panting and sweaty, he looked down at the tightness around his pants. He got hard from that .
“W-what the hell?” Charlie muttered to himself, frustrated that he got a boner rather than giving Cameron one. All he did was tease Cameron, and yet that was enough to send shockwaves throughout his body. “Fuck… This isn’t good.”
The goal was supposed to only get Cameron to nut during November, not him too! This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to cave in so early in the month– especially not to Cameron . He opted for a cold shower and thoughts of Hellton hash before he even let himself remember Cameron’s face when he pinned him against his closet.
How his blue eyes looked up at Charlie with dilated pupils, lips parted just slightly, freckled torso exposed so Charlie could just… Damn it! This wasn't supposed to happen!
He escaped that night with a boner and luckily it fizzled itself away in the shower. This was only the first close call Charlie had.
When the third week of November arrived, Charlie had to endure the last days being around Cameron.
He thought he would be the one trying to seduce Cameron, but it turns out that even if he was just sitting there doing his homework, Cameron looked so fucking hot. How did he not notice it before? How Cameron's jaw would clench while he answered Chemistry homework, making him look so masculine and vaguely robust. How Cameron would trace along his textbook with two fingers, making Charlie blush uncontrollably. How Cameron had a habit of tucking his pencil behind his ear-- it was just hot okay?!
“Can I help you with something?”
Charlie snapped out of it and let his mind focus on his roommate talking to him. “O-oh, what?”
“You’ve been staring at me the whole time. If you’re gonna do that, at least be a bit more subtle about it.” Cameron commented, seeing Charlie very obviously gawking at him from his bed.
“I-- No, I’m just,” Charlie had to scramble his thoughts to get an answer. “I’m just thinking of a way to get you to bust a nut before the end of November” he managed a chuckle.
“Oh God, not this again, Charlie. Can’t you give it a rest? I’ve got better things to do than jerk off because you told me to.”
Something in Charlie panged with what Cameron said. Jerk off because he told him to . The image of Cameron actually submitting to Charlie’s tactics, actually… finishing because he told him to…
“I-- I think Neil’s calling me.” Charlie left their room in haste, hearing Cameron complain about not hearing anything.
Charlie barges into Neil and Todd’s room, finding them in Neil’s bed (upper body clothed while their lower half was quickly covered by a blanket.
“Ch- Charlie, what the hell?! Can’t you knock?!” Neil screamed.
“Yeah yeah, don’t mind me, I just need to get away from Cameron.” He quickly jumped onto Todd’s bed and buried his face onto a pillow.
Todd was hesitant to even utter a word, burying his face against Neil’s chest, hoping to God this wasn’t happening.
“I-- I can’t lose No Nut November-” Charlie began, “Not to Cameron !”
Neil sighed, giving up trying to convince Charlie to leave their room. “What are you on about?”
“It’s Cameron-- He… Since when was he this hot?!”
“He is? I mean, not saying he’s not attractive, but I--” Neil blushes. “He’s not my type. Why? Is he yours?”
“He’s not ! I… At least I don’t think so…”
“Sounds to me you’re about to lose Not Nut November for the first time.” Neil sneered.
“Oh please, like you clowns haven’t already lost since yesterday. And by the way, always do the deed after lights out. You know I will barge in here at least once a day.”
Neil sighs once more, he knows .
Charlie spent the night in their room, not minding as the two shuffled to get their pants back on and leave the room for the bathroom (for 40 minutes). He did think it was rather convenient that Neil and Todd were roommates, how easy it was to get together, to touch each other at night without sneaking in and out of a room. Something he could do with Cameron.
He never really thought about it since the start of the month, what the implications of getting Cameron to let loose like he wanted to would entail. He never really… imagined Cameron’s face all blushed and sweaty, his breath coming out in short pants and his back arching to chase a release. He never really imagined it… not until now.
Charlie had to stop himself from these thoughts, lest he wanted to become the very thing he was trying to get Cameron to do. It was getting harder to… not get hard when thinking of his roommate. Luckily Neil and Todd returned to break Charlie from his train of thought. He even returned the favor by not leaving Todd’s bed so Todd could sleep in Neil’s bed.
Is this what Charlie deserved for being a good friend? A boner during Not Nut November? What a cruel world indeed.
The last day of November, the day Charlie thought he’d never be able to reach. It was so painstakingly hard to avoid Cameron outside of their room. Cameron was part of their friend group afterall.
Charlie would look at him and only have visions of what Cameron’s face could look like in his climax. He would even avoid showering at the same time as Cameron because of obvious reasons.
It was especially hard to avoid Cameron in the cave meetings, especially since everyone had a pairing system. Meeks and Pitts always sat beside each other, Neil and Todd had recently been more frisky in the cave so he couldn’t be near them. Knox and Cameron were the only ones left so he needed Knox as a buffer. It usually worked. Usually .
Tonight, much to Charlie’s dismay, Knox had invited Chris and Ginny along and was painfully unaware of their sexuality while he tried romancing them both. So Charlie was left with Cameron.
The stench of gay pheromones was in the air and poor Charlie couldn’t wait for November to end. It was only 11 in the evening and Charlie’s libido raged inside of him, waiting to emerge as soon as the clock struck midnight. He figured if he excused himself earlier than the others, he could anticipate midnight on his own without shame.
Going back alone was the plan.
And not Cameron arriving back with him.
Cameron wanted to head back because he had no one to talk to while everyone was making goo-goo eyes at each other. Of course , Charlie thought, of course this would happen .
They arrived at their dorm with just half an hour left of November. Charlie sat by his bed, coat still on, shoes kicked under his bed, and looked up at Cameron taking off his own coat.
“Hey Charlie… You should really take off your coat.”
“Yeah yeah, I know because it’s dirty.”
“Your… pants are dirty too.” Charlie looked at Cameron with a confused stare.
“E-excuse me?”
“We sat on the ground, dumbass, change out of them.” Cameron chuckled.
“Right…” Charlie paused for a while, watching as Cameron started following his ritual of folding his coat tidily atop his desk chair and carefully removing his shoes to place neatly under his bed.
What Charlie didn’t anticipate was Cameron suddenly kneeling in front of him. He could’ve sworn he was hallucinating.
“C-Cam? What-”
“This is taking too long.” Cameron muttered, fumbling around Charlie’s zipper.
Charlie was too stunned to conceive words, or at least actual sentences. “Wha-- That’s-- Uhhh-- Why-- Cam?”
“Take off your coat.” Cameron demanded, his voice was assertive and low and it sent shivers throughout Charlie’s body.
He’s probably helping me take off my pants because they’re dirty, right? “C-Cam, I can change out of this myself. It’s okay.”
“Take off your shirt too.”
Charlie was sure he wasn’t misinterpreting Cameron’s actions. He went into autopilot, allowing Cameron to help him slide out of his clothes without a second thought. I-is this happening?
“W-wait, Cam…” Charlie held him by his shoulders, still trying to make sense out of all of this. “Are you sure about… this? Do you know what you’re trying to do?”
Cameron leaned in closer, gently maneuvering his way between Charlie’s thighs. He playfully rested his cheek on Charlie’s right thigh before looking up at the brunette.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?”
“Cameron… Y-you better be sure about this…" Charlie tried his best to warn Cameron. Or was he trying to warn himself? If he gave in to Cameron now, he’d lose Not Nut November.
But then again, thinking that right before he was about to be ravished by Cameron was… Stupid . In what world was he going to stop himself from getting head from Cameron?! Over some dumbass meme challenge? Fuck that .
“Charlie… Can I?” Cameron let his eyes quickly glance between Charlie’s legs and back to his eyes.
“Yeah-- Fuck, please, Cameron?” Charlie breathily replied.
Cameron had predicted the answer, judging by his fingers already down by Charlie’s waistband. He swiftly pulled them down and out sprang Charlie’s throbbing member.
Charlie let himself rest his body weight on his hands, leaning back as Cameron placed his fingers delicately around his length. His thumb traced the vein from under Charlie’s shaft, feeling it pulsate as blood kept rushing down there.
“Hey Charlie, you know…” Cameron started, still staring into Charlie’s eyes. “At the beginning of the month, I didn’t think I’d be in this position.”
Charlie looked at him again, Cameron knelt by the side of his bed between his legs, with his dick in front of him. Charlie never would have thought he’d get Cameron here either.
“M-me neither.” Charlie bit his lip, watching Cameron’s eyes drift back down to his cock.
Cameron proceeds to loosely bring his hand up and down Charlie’s member, feeling it twitch ever so slightly. Cameron slowly continued the motion, checking Charlie’s reaction in between pumps, watching the brunette bite his lip harder and scrunch his eyebrows.
“It’s interesting, Charlie…” Cameron said softly, too softly that Charlie had to collect his thoughts and ask him to repeat what he said. “... That it would be this easy.”
Charlie shot Cameron a confused look. “What is?”
“This.” Cameron smirked before placing his lips on the tip of Charlie’s member.
Charlie shuddered and gripped the sheets under him. “W-Well, Cam, I didn’t peg you as someone who found handjobs and blowjobs easy.” He managed a joke in between his shallow breaths.
Before he could anticipate Cameron’s snide comeback, Charlie hissed as Cameron gave his tip a slow lick. Charlie instinctively brought his hand up to the side of Cameron’s head to caress it.
“Fuck--” Charlie's toes pointed as Cameron steadily took him in. He let his hands thread throughout Cameron’s hair, which to Charlie’s surprise was actually really soft.
After Cameron swirled his tongue around Charlie for just a good minute, after Charlie’s cursing became more mumbled and labored, Cameron took his mouth off of Charlie.
“Fuck… You’re really good at this, Cam. I’m already pre-cumming...” Charlie was surprised at his roommate’s prowess.
“Huh, it was this easy .” Cameron remarked as he started to jerk off Charlie with his hands faster and faster.
Then it finally clicked.
“W-wait, Cam--” Charlie finally knew why Cameron was doing this. It seems as though the tables had turned.
“Charlie… I know you pride yourself as some stupid champion when it comes to nonsensical challenges you find on the internet but… I think I like to pride myself on proving you wrong.”
“Cameron… Are you…”
“So Charlie, have you finally figured it out?”
“Y-You mean this whole time?”
“Yep.”
“So when you said you haven’t jacked off since sophomore year--”
“Ever heard of a ruse, Dalton? You honestly think a guy as stressed as me wouldn’t resort to wanking after every hell week in this school?” Cameron said right before he started sucking Charlie off again.
Charlie wanted to budge Cameron off his dick, he really did, but he was way too good at trying to prove him wrong. Cameron let his hands trail after his mouth as it bobbed up and down rhythmically. Charlie’s hitched breathing getting more and more shallow and low moans started replacing them.
“C-Cameron-- I--”
Cameron replaced his mouth with his thumb on the tip of Charlie’s cock. “Are you close, Charlie? It’s only…” Cameron checked his watch. “11:50pm, can’t you hold off for ten more minutes? Unless you wanna admit defeat?”
“N-no… I.. I can handle it.” Charlie didn’t think his last minutes of November would end like this, at the mercy of Richard Cameron.
“Good boy.” Cameron smirked as he continued pumping his hand up and down Charlie’s length.
To say it was hard not to just cum all over Cameron was an understatement. Cameron actually took off his shirt and pants five minutes in and Charlie swore he was gonna lose it . It didn’t help at all when he saw one of Cameron’s hands reaching down to touch himself.
“So you have been participating in No Nut November.” Charlie jokingly panted.
"Yes, actually. I wanted to not only prove you wrong and make you lose this stupid, stupid challenge, but also show you that I can beat you. Pun intended."
Just when Charlie didn't think he'd find Cameron anymore weirdly attractive, he makes a pun at his expense.
Cameron took Charlie into his mouth again while his hands busied itself around his own erection.
Charlie’s pelvis was starting to subconsciously thrust on its own, bucking along with Cameron’s mouth. He also allowed himself the mistake of watching Cameron jerk himself off during all of this. Cameron’s hands expertly rubbed the tip of his dick every time his hand went up his shaft. He watched as Cameron’s mouth bobbed up and down, the slick sounds it produced made Charlie’s head swim.
Charlie checked Cameron's watch (he'd taken it off a while ago and placed it on Charlie's hand to keep time) and saw he only had 2 minutes left. He only needed to hold in his release for 2 minutes… just a bit more.
Just when Charlie thought he had this in the bag, Cameron abruptly stood up before pushing Charlie backwards until his back was against the wall by his bed. Charlie watched as Cameron straddled him and pressed their dicks together, pumping them at the same time.
"Cam-- Fuck , I--" Charlie begged Cameron for mercy at this point, his hands tight around Cameron’s waist to keep him firmly in place.
"C'mon Charlie, be a good boy for me, cum all over me." Cameron whispered to his ear.
Charlie didn't even know he had a praise kink, but here he was absolutely losing it the more Cameron called him a 'good boy'.
"Yeah? I'm your good boy?"
"Of course you are, babe. You're so fucking good." Cameron let out a low moan against Charlie's neck. "I bet you'd be just as good when I let you fuck me after this."
With the thought of seeing Cameron under him, eyes half-lidded, hair messy, and breath labored, Charlie felt something low in his stomach. Almost instantly Charlie’s cum splattered between their chests, some of it landing over Cameron’s cheek and eye, most of it coating their dicks, making Cameron’s hand even more slick.
Charlie let Cameron assist in riding out his climax before checking Cameron’s watch. 12:01am
Charlie chuckled to himself, before messily showing Cameron his watch. "Ha- I-It’s already December! I didn't lose!"
"Don't be… so sure about that." Cameron smirked, still pumping his own cock with Charlie’s cum all over it. "I purposefully made that watch ten minutes too early. So… You just lost No Nut November."
Charlie slowly looked up at Cameron’s smug face.
"Y-you… You really did all of this just for that, huh?"
"Of course, what else for?"
It was Charlie’s turn to smirk. "Then why are you still jerking yourself off, huh? You can still stop before you bust all over us too."
"R-right…" Cameron however, didn't stop his hands from rubbing himself even more.
"Oh Cam… Could it be you're actually into this?"
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"You like seeing me like this, huh? Begging you, body responding only to you, knowing that I'm helplessly turned on by you?"
"I--"
"If you don't, just stop right now. You can wait 10 more minutes, right?"
Cameron glared back at him, silently contemplating his next move.
Just then, Charlie hoists Cameron up before pinning him down on his bed. "Ch-charlie-"
"This is taking too long." He smirked before descending on Cameron's waist. He pressed small kisses down his stomach until his hip bone.
"Charlie I…"
"An eye for an eye, Cam." Charlie said before taking Cameron's dick into his mouth. He managed to take it all in, letting it hit the back of his throat.
Cameron gripped Charlie by his hair, grappling his fingers through the tousled mess. His legs were over Charlie’s shoulders and his toes were pointed.
"Charlie--"
"Hm?" Charlie's voice vibrated around his member, making him tremble.
"F-fuck, you're so good, such a g-good boy." This made Charlie even more enthusiastic, bobbing his head even faster.
"You’re so good at taking me in- fuck , Charlie… O-only you could make me this way, only you can mess me up like this…"
Charlie's hand started to assist and pumped his shaft along his mouth sucking him.
"F-fuck, Charlie, I'm so close--" Cameron said as his hips started thrusting on their own.
Just then Charlie took his lips off of Cameron’s cock before he leaned closer to Cameron’s face.
"Charlie what–" Cameron’s query was cut off by Charlie kissing him. He didn't let Cameron keep talking– not that he could right now anyway– and let him, instead, moan into the kiss. Charlie’s hand picked up its pace and made sure Cameron was sufficiently pleasured while they kissed.
The moment Charlie swirled his tongue around Cameron's own, he felt Cameron’s dick twitch between his hand and felt the warm fluid shoot at their chests and drip down Charlie's hand. He assisted Cameron through his climax before letting himself fall onto Cameron’s body.
Their chests were sticky and warm, their bodies were sweaty and the hair on their head haphazardly tousled.
Panting, Charlie lifted his head from Cameron’s neck to ask for the time.
12:11am.
"I… I win." Cameron breathlessly proclaimed.
"Yeah… you definitely did." Charlie smiled against Cameron’s collarbone.
"Are you.. okay? Sorry if it went too far." Cameron covered his face with his hand.
"I'd say it wasn't far enough." Charlie chuckled. "Maybe next time we can try to take our time with it?"
"N-next time?"
"Don't you want there to be a next time?"
"Like… next year, November?"
"No, dummy, like… in the next few minutes. You did mention something about fucking you– just gimme time to recuperate, we can do a couple more rounds."
Cameron sighed to himself. "Sure, Charlie."
"Whatever happened to 'babe '? I liked that a lot."
"Don't get used to it."
"What if I want to?" Charlie let his eyes soften as he looked up at Cameron.
"Charlie… You are not confessing to me after a No Nut November jerk off session."
"Why not? I really li--"
"Because if we have to celebrate an anniversary, I don't want you not to fuck me in November."
"But… It's December 1."
Cameron sighed once more. "Fine…"
"Then can I say it?"
"Fiiine…" Cameron looked away shyly.
"Cameron… I like you, like, a lot. I think you're the most beautiful and handsome guy I've ever met. You’re fucking adorable when you study, you’re stupidly funny even when you mean to be angry and–"
“Woah woah, Charlie, are you sure you’re not just saying these things because of what just happened?”
“I mean… I’ve liked you for a long time now, I guess– It’s just that the No Nut thing made me realize how much I’m attracted to you, y’know?” Charlie chuckled as he pulled Cameron in closer. “Why? Don’t you like me back?”
“Of course I like you, I’ve liked you since the start of sophomore year, dummy.” Cameron whispered, his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
“Yeah?” Charlie lifted his head to look at his face. “H-Hey, Cam, don’t fall asleep on me! You have to tell me what you like about me!”
“Mmm…” Cameron said as he drifted into sleep, body still covered in his and Charlie’s mess.
“C-Cam!” Charlie whined before giving up and cleaning up his new boyfriend’s body.
Charlie Dalton was once a champion of the stupidest challenge known to man. He lost it all in one night, to the truest of men, the man who made him fall in love, to Richard Cameron.