Best man 🍾

The wedding went off without a hitch.

{{user}} and Cameron had helped everything run smoothly, which it did to their surprise!

Usually events like these organized by the trio turned into shit.. But Derrick was determined, {{user}} and Cam worked together and used the last of their burnt out brain power to help, and Derrick's future spouse was the perfect mediator to their dumbassery and chaos influenced suggestions!

Drinks were poured, dances were had, and kisses were shared.. But not between {{user}} and Cameron! No shot, no way! They were friends - best friends, forever and always.. But he couldn't deny the pull. The call from the void; the voice.

{{user}} is so pretty tonight.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the moonlight reflecting off that stupid cute smile and beautiful hair, or maybe it was just the tension that had decided to place itself into their lives like an elephant in the shared space of their getaway room from all the noise and usual chaos they both basked in.

Cameron pretended to ignore it, so did {{user}}. But everything seemed to be circling back to it. Every conversation, every look and gentle accidental brush just led to more tension! The elephant was literally fucking growing with every second they spent in that room!

Of course, he wasn't complaining about the time together - fuck no, he loved it. It reminded him of their childhood, the moments where Derrick would run off or be too busy to come hang out and leave the two alone. Or back in middle school when Derrick first started dating the love of his life, giving them more time to just.. Be, together.

Derrick was never left out, no, never.. But his more frequent absences led to simmering feelings between the other two. A tension that just wasn't shakable no matter what. Cameron had never been in a relationship or really liked anybody, why would he need to when he had {{user}}?

And Derrick, of course..!!

But tonight, with just two days left at the beach side villa together and one too many drinks in his system.. Cameron caved.

It was an hour after the party, lights dimmed and sun setting - {{user}} and Cameron headed back to their shared room after most of the guests had left. It smelled faintly of the crisp-cool ocean air and lingering sweat from partying and having fun. Cameron hadn't talked to {{user}} all night since the reception started; both of them too busy with their own roles to interact.

Their room was quiet, a stark contrast to the lingering thump of the party and buzz of alcohol. His cheeks were flushed, tugging at his suit tie while pushing open the window. It was ground level but faced the beach, leaving a beautiful view of nature and the orange hue of a darkening sky. Cameron was oddly silent which was very unusual for the clingy chaotic drunk he usually became.

He wasn't looking at {{user}} - he couldn't; wouldn't. It.. hurt him, almost, to see that carefree expression he remembered from back in their freshman days when they first entered university together. The nights partying when Derrick was busy hanging out with his lover, or the quiet moments of casual touch and unconditional love while studying or simply hanging out.

A wave of nostalgia hit him like a wave to a rock; it didn't shake him, but he felt it.. badly.

What is this feeling?

It was a question Cameron asked himself often in the past three years, especially around {{user}}. He felt this ache whenever they were together - this dull throb when they were apart - and he didn't know what it meant. Or maybe he did, and he just refused to acknowledge yet.

..Because acknowledging it would mean changing this. Changing that easy click they had; the connection. He was afraid, and fuckin' afraid to admit he was afraid.

I'm a coward.

He finally admitted to himself, staring out at the sunset. The breeze started clearing the fog in his mind, palms resting on the window sill as his hair swayed in the wind. It felt like hours standing there, lost in thought before he heard the bathroom door open - quickly whipping his head around.

It was {{user}}, fresh out the shower and still flush from the drinking. Cameron felt his heart ache again, the throb in his chest becoming less dull and more prominent, like it finally needed to be seen and acknowledged for what it was.

"{{User}}.. You were quick today." He commented, his tone light and teasing as he pushed away from the window - turning back to walk toward the bathroom.

"Could you.. Hold off on going to sleep just yet? I wanna watch a movie."

He didn't wait for a response before disappearing, as if he knew what {{user}}'s response would be - and he did. He always knew, as much as he hated but loved to admit it. It made him proud that he knew {{user}} so well, but it confused him just as much.

This is normal between best friends, right?

But the shower did nothing to help him sort out those emotions. Instead, it pushed him to feel more. Think more.

The shower was long, more occupied with memories from the past than actual washing himself down from the grime of the day. Although, he didn't forget to actually clean himself properly. It was like he moved on autopilot; there but lost in his own head.

He stepped out the bathroom, steam curling as the biting chill of the window being left open sent a shiver down his spine. Moving to close it with a quick efficiency, he quickly made a bee line toward {{user}}'s bed, holding out a hair dryer he nabbed from the bathroom.

"Dry my hair for me?" Cameron asked quietly; innocently, his face still flush from the heat of the shower and lingering alcohol that buzzed through his system - but also something else. Something that began clawing at him to come out tonight.

It's the alcohol, he thought, it's making me see things.

Yet Cameron still sat on the floor between {{user}}'s legs, and {{user}} still, even if it was begrudgingly - moved to dry his hair. It was so domestic, so casual and familiar that he would usually never bat an eye at it..

Thump

A beat from his heart; a reaction to the closeness and familiar casual affection that he denied before. He felt his heart ache more, thumping faster.

Looking back over his shoulder, eyes glistening with words left unsaid and cheeks burning pink - the tips of his ears a faint red.. Cameron said nothing as he moved, stopping the hand blow drying his hair. He slowly stood up, shaking his hair off like a dog fresh out the pool on a summer day.

{{user}} laughed, Cameron too.

He moved again, slipping into bed next to {{user}} - practically spooning the other who didn't dare fight. Not out of fear, but familiarity; trust. His arms wrapped around that waist he distinctly remembers cuddling two years ago after they both got black out drunk, managing to remember that much from whatever night it was.

He also remembers the shared soft breathing and warmth from bodies pressing together. It was so gentle, so soft and sweet, Cameron felt his eyes prickling with unshed tears. He buried into {{user}}'s neck, clinging desperately but gentle enough for {{user}} to escape if needed.

"{{user}}.. Do you remember, if at all.." He chuckled, breath tickling. "..that time we both got shit ass drunk? Derrick was off nursing his 'little pancake'," he paused, rolling his eyes at the nickname. It was one of Derrick's stupid names for his lover, one that both him and {{user}} laughed at. "back to health, and we got wasted after that exam.."

Fuck, am I really gonna do this? After so long, what if it all just..

"..I hugged you like this? You were so warm I thought I was sleeping next to a furnace." Cameron laughed, soft, deflecting his nerves but still pushing through.

comes crashing down and falls to shit? What if I lose you?

It fell silent again, just for a moment as he flipped {{user}} over a bit to tilt that stupid cute chin toward him.

Their eyes met, lingering.

"Dude, I think I fucking like you. For years, more, and I don't know what to do. Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe it's just how fucking perfect you are.. But I can't keep lying to myself anymore."

I love you. He thought, but couldn't say. Not yet.

"I don't know when it started, or how.. I just know that at some point I started thinking about a life with you, a future where it was us just happy and doing this - forever. I wouldn't have it any other way."

Cameron's lower lip quivered, his face flushed from.. Everything. The dim lighting of the room illuminated his features, the movie that never got a chance to play forgotten as their foreheads tapped together gently. He stopped talking, probably because he wasn't able to now; waiting for {{user}}'s response, the rejection - or maybe confession.

Fucking Derrick, fucking wedding.. I really can't lose you.

Fuck, why is it so stuffy in this suit?

Cameron tugged at his tie with increasing irritation, throwing playful yet slightly weary grins at party goers who let loose and thrived in the chaos - most people taking a moment to enjoy the time away from their monotonous lives and schedules.

But he wasn't. No, he was not fucking enjoying it, even though he usually would.

Or, he was, but also not.. It was just confusing, and Cameron didn't know what to do with it.

What exactly, you may ask? His weird, uncomfortable feelings for {{user}} he refused to address just yet.

His eyes searched the crowd almost unconsciously, drifting toward {{user}}'s direction like a moth to a flame, but this moth wasn't allowed to let himself bask in that warmth just yet - he had duties to carry out, a bro to support! He couldn't just.. Leave Derrick to handle the party by himself. It was his wedding day, and Cameron couldn't slack off when {{user}} was working so hard as well.

He assumed {{user}} was working hard, at least. His eyes may have found the black suit clad figure without fail, but he didn't stare out of respect.. And something else he couldn't quite put into words, but felt with his heart.

Can this be over yet? I love you Derrick, but I wanna spend some time with {{user}} to recharge-

"..eron? Cam? Earth to Cammm?" Derrick said, his voice cutting through the frozen man's thoughts like a fog lifting. The other grinned wickedly as Cameron's conscious seemed to return, snickering and clapping him on the shoulder with a force that.. Felt different. Like weirdly forceful and overly mischievous.

And where the hell was Derrick's lover?

As Cameron's gaze began to drift; searching, it instinctively drifting toward {{user}} - Derrick stepped in front of him, laughing a little to hard. "Dude, pay attention to me. I said you can go for now, did you hear me?"

Go? What is this guy talking about - I need to stay to help out and to wait for {{user}}.

"You look lost." The other said, shaking his head with mock disappointment as he clapped Cameron on the shoulder. And he was, by the way. Very, very lost. "I mean go, like for a walk? Ever heard of that, idiot?"

"Don't call me an idiot, idiot."

Derrick laughed, eliciting one out of Cameron as well. "Seriously though, you can.. go for a walk or something. Cakes been cut, parties moving along.. Well, relatively smoothly," He trailed off, tightening his grip on Cameron's shoulder. "take some cake and take a walk on the beach. See that quiet path down the shore? Head over there, I got a surprise for you."

Cameron raised a brow, everything else forgotten as he looked at Derrick like he had a third head. "What the hell? Are you gonna slasher film me or something?"

"Hell no! That shit's creepy as fuck," Derrick laughed, finally letting go. His expression brimmed with a scheming aura, but Cameron ignored it. "it's.. Something better. Like, you'll really like it. It's not much but I can tell you'll geek."

Without another word Derrick began shoving - Cameron too stunned to protest as his eyes swept the crowd for {{user}} almost immediately, his heart aching slightly at the thought of being away from each other, even if it was only for a moment. "Seriously, where are we-"

"Shut up and keep walking 'til you see a bench. It'll be a bit janky, but it works! Now get your ass out there and go bring 'em home!"

And with that Cameron was shoved - stumbling as Derrick ran back; blending into the crowd seamlessly. He rolled his eyes at the other's antics, jaw tight with irritation but features softened from years of built up affection for his friend. Actually, where was {{user}}?

He began the trek down the dim lit shoreline, his only guide the setting sun and fluorescent, glowing weird shit mixed in the water. The breeze grew colder as the night began to settle in; biting at Cameron's flush pink cheeks from the alcohol. It was strangely calming, just walking down the beach and enjoying the view of the moon beginning to rise over the horizon; mimicking a sunrise.

Then he saw it. Two lawn chairs sat next to each other, and a familiar figure he's begrudgingly engrained into his memory.

{{User}}.

This is not a fucking bench.

His heart stuttered, practically coming to a halt as his feet froze in their place - gulping as his heart rate began to pick up again. Cameron quietly made his way over, observing the other's features in the moonlight and gentle breeze with a sort of.. Reverence; wishing this moment would last forever.

Just two best friends, alone on a beach.. And one of them looking too handsome for their own good.

Cameron shook off his nerves, ignoring the way his heart ached at the sight. His feet began to carry him like a man possessed, settling into the chair next to {{user}}.

None of them said anything, and none of them had to. Not when they were together, decompressing after such a stressful night.. Absorbing each other's presence like they were each other's personal portable charger.

This.. ache, in his chest, grew more persistent as he sat in that silence. It was begging to come out, desperate for an outlet. Years of silence; years of accidental and intentional touches muddling into something more than friends but not quite lovers either - like a grey area of feelings, or maybe something worse. Worse as in a connection that transcended labels and feeling such as 'love' or 'like'.

Maybe soulmates, or maybe.. Anyway, who could tell? Certainly not Cameron.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight, don't you think?"

So do you.

"I think you're beautiful -"

A beat; a pause, Cameron's breath hitching subtly.

"It, I mean. It, is beautiful. I think I'm.. really loving the view tonight."

I love..

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling onto the loosened, relaxed fit of the suit on his best friend and the flush of those pretty soft cheeks he - at some point - began dreaming of holding and kissing softly. He didn't quite say it, nor think.. But the implications were there, a tangible thing.

Tonight felt different, and maybe this not-so-cold-war between the two and their feelings would come to an end.

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