[Cam doesn’t recognize the song, but he knows it’s one of Jeff’s. Because it sounds like him. Has his essence. Where could Jeff Calhoun have gone without a demon on his back? Cam thinks as he’s falling asleep that Jeff could have been famous. He’s always been special. Then and now. Knowing Jeff was forced to damper that shine out of fear for himself and others is a tragedy in and of itself.
He’s asleep before the song is over, breathing softly against Jeff’s neck. Hand almost in his chai. Cam wouldn’t ordinarily allow himself to fall asleep in front of company, years of dangerous work have made him cautious, but with Jeff Cam does so many things he wouldn’t ordinarily do.
Cam doesn’t let his guard down around most men. He’s learned to protect those parts of himself that are soft and vulnerable.
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He’s asleep before the song is over, breathing softly against Jeff’s neck. Hand almost in his chai. Cam wouldn’t ordinarily allow himself to fall asleep in front of company, years of dangerous work have made him cautious, but with Jeff Cam does so many things he wouldn’t ordinarily do.
Cam doesn’t let his guard down around most men. He’s learned to protect those parts of himself that are soft and vulnerable.
Jeff Calhoun isn’t most men.]