Cam continued to sleep even after Seymour had woken up. He shifted a little bit, murmuring a bit before becoming silent again. He looked very peaceful as he slept and unconsciously nuzzled his head against Seymour's shoulder. With all the tension earlier and then the long walk though the house, he was more tired than he had thought.

Seymour jumped when Cam suddenly nuzzled his shoulder. It was an unexpected sort of gesture...but he wasn't frightened of it. It was rather odd to see him so calm in the embrace of anyone other than his brother...it might have had something to do with the rather intimate talk they had had before falling asleep together.

Cam woke up when Seymour jumped. He froze, unsure of just where he was for a moment. He looked up and saw Seymour and visibly relaxed. He gave him a sleepy smile. "Looks like we fell asleep." He gave out a great big yawn and then looked sheepish. "Sorry about that, I must have been more tired than I thought."

He wondered just how long they had been asleep. He was so comfortable, he didn't move from the position they were in. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" He was concerned that he was and was prepared to move if he needed to.

"I'm fine," Seymour replied, his voice a bit quieter than usual. He was usually quiet and started growing more quiet when he was tired. He didn't want to sleep any more than he had to, though. He knew that Hirsch could entertain himself without anyone else being around--the man was obsessed with socializing and usually went out to occupy himself.

He didn't know what else to say or do, so he fell silent.

Cam was wide awake now. "I suppose we should get up." He was reluctant to get up but knew he wouldn't want to stay in bed much longer and he was sure Seymour wouldn't want to either. He slowly untangled himself from Seymour and got out of the bed. He stretched once he was standing, some of his stomach showing as he did. He turned back to Seymour and smiled. "What should we do now?"

Seymour didn't miss the brief flash of stomach from Cam--his cheeks colored pink for a split second before the color faded away. "...I don't know...do you want lunch?" It was around noontime...some lunch wouldn't be out of the question. Seymour loved to cook and did most of the cooking, so it wasn't a chore for him at all.

There were a flurry of other things to do that Hirsch would probably suggest if he had been there, but Seymour's mind didn't often go in that direction...

Cam barely caught the flash of pink on Seymour's cheeks before it faded. He wondered what had caused it. "Are you cooking? If you are then definitely!" He had been very impressed by Seymour's cooking earlier. He held out a hand to Seymour to help him up from the bed. He had almost fallen when he had gotten out of it just a second ago, forgetting how plush it was, but had caught himself. He had excellent balance.

Seymour took his hand, grateful for the help, and allowed the human to pull him up out of the bed. "Okay, then! I'll cook for you...I'm getting hungry, too, anyway..." He paused suddenly. "What do you want for lunch? It can be anything in the world and chances are I'll know how to make it." Seymour was a master chef in most cooking fields...he was only shaky with Italian and Asian cuisine.

He paused for a minute. He usually didn't have much choice about what to eat. The church always had the same stuff and when he was living on the streets, it was whatever he could find that he ate. "Umm I'm not sure. I've never had much chance to pick and choose what to eat. Surprise me? I'm sure whatever you make will be delicious."

On a sudden impulse he brought Seymour towards him and hugged him tight for a moment before letting go. He was pleased that they were getting along so well. He thought about what Hirsch had said about him hooking up with his brother for a minute but then pushed the thought away. If Seymour wanted that, he would have to let him know.

"I can give you several different menus to look at," Seymour suggested, pleasantly. He would often swipe menus from different restaurants and try making whatever they had on their menus. He had quite a few that Cam could look at. He didn't want to end up making something that the human wouldn't like. It would be much easier on both of them if he were to pick something off of one of the menus.

Seymour was surprised by the hug but gently returned it. He made no moves to advance things further. He was not a dominant type of person, like Hirsch could be. Hirsch could switch between being dominant and submissive, but Seymour hated to dominate...and very rarely did he make the first move.

"That sounds good to me." They started to walk towards the kitchen. As he walked beside him he kept thinking about how Seymour acted. What if he was attracted to him and just wasn't able to say anything because of what had happened to him? Perhaps he should make a move later on and see what happened. If he pushed him away then that was that but if he didn't....the thought kept nagging at him. He kept giving Seymour glances out of the corner of his eye.

Obviously Hirsch was fine with it, but was that really what he wanted? The coil of lust that had settled in his stomach every time he looked at Seymour told him that was exactly what he wanted. He would have to move very slow with him. He didn't want to scare him at all. He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice when they made it to the kitchen.

Seymour released Cam's hand and bounded further into the kitchen, opening up one of the cabinets. The kitchen smelled of many different things...everything from the smells of sweet pastries to the tangy scent of different spices. Fresh fruit was also a detectable scent.

From this cabinet, after digging in it for a while, Seymour pulled out a stack of thin menus and held the pile out to Cam. "You can go sit in the dining room and page through them! If you want more than one thing, I'd be happy to make more than one dish. I love to cook!" He danced in place slightly.

Cam wandered into the kitchen after 4wymour and leaned up against one of the cabinets, his hands lightly gripping the counter top. He watched 4eymour with amusement, a small smile on his face. He was so enthusiastic in his search for menus. When Seymour bounded over to him with a stack of them he grinned and took them. "Ok I can do that."

He walked into the dining room and sat down at the table, spreading out the menu's in front of him. There were so many to choose from! He scanned over them until his eye landed on a mexican dish that was called a cheese steak burrito. It was served with rice and looked really good. He stacked the menus back together and took that one to Seymour. "This one looks pretty good. What do you think?"

Seymour peered curiously at Cam's selection, studied it closely, and then gave a curt nod. "I can make that for you, if you want! Do you want any side dishes, and what do you want to drink?" He didn't have a notepad or anything out. He must have had a good memory...he was going to memorize it all in his head.

Seymour noticed that Hirsch was nowhere in sight. He had probably left the house, for now, so they could get to know each other better.

Cam really hadn't thought any further than the main dish. "I'm not really sure. Surprise me?" He settled back on the counter to watch Seymour work. He found himself amused by how businesslike Seymour turned when it came to food. He watched him as he moved around the kitchen,liking the way he seemed to always move so gracefully. He could feel the coil of lust in his stomach start to heat up the move he watched him and tried his best to ignore it. It was hard to do when images kept crowding his head of Seymour in different sexual positions.

He shook his head, trying in vain to clear his mind. It wasn't really working too well when the object of his desire was only a few feet away. He wondered what he would do if he tried to kiss him? He didn't want him to panic but the thought of those soft lips against his was almost too much. "Seymour?" He waited a beat before continuing. "Would you mind if I tried something real quick?"

"Tried what sort of something?" Seymour was working busily away at whipping up the requested meal for Cam, as well as a rice side dish. Cooking often completely engrossed him and he paid little attention to the outside world...it was a bad habit, considering he had a very active Incubus living in the same house with him. Hirsch took every chance he could to embarrass his baby brother.

Seymour was indeed graceful as he cooked. He loved to cook...he would spend hours just cooking away and then storing the food away for later.

Unable to resist he stepped away from the counter and towards Seymour. "Well it would require your attention for a moment." He stopped with just enough distance between them to avoid any splatters of food. His hands twitched slightly for a moment at the need to touch Seymour. He didn't want to alarm him but didn't know if he could hold himself back anymore.

"I, um, can't really get it out of my mind," he said softly, waiting for Seymour to turn around and find him so close to him.

Seymour didn't even have to turn around to sense that Cam was very close to him. His seemingly trademark 'eep!'-ing noise spilled forth from his lips and he was suddenly very still. "...I'm almost done making this...and it'll burn if you don't let me move..." It seemed at the moment, he was more concerned about not ruining the food. After all, if it was ruined he would have to start all over again. That was a total waste of food.

At least he didn't seem upset or extremely embarrassed this time.

He stepped back a few steps, not wanting to upset him by causing him to burn the food. It smelled wonderful but Cam was very distracted by Seymour and didn't take the time to enjoy it. He gave Seymour an amused look as he stood so still there. "Sure, I can wait." He watched as he finished cooking and put the food onto plates. He spared a glance for the food and saw that it looked delicious. At the moment, however, he wanted to find out just how delicious other things were.

"You might want to cover those so they don't get cold. I'm not sure how long this will take." He spoke casually, even though he was dying on the inside to rush. He stayed where he was, just watching Seymour for the moment.

Seymour made another, but much softer, 'eep!'-ing noise. He covered the food up and set it under the heat lamps on the other side of the kitchen. They were used specifically for keeping food hot--Seymour often entertained associates of Hirsch's with his wonderful cooking, and he therefore had to make a lot of food in a short period of time and keep it all nice and hot.

He didn't move from his place near the heat lamps. He seemed to be too nervous to do so. He was obviously not going to be as open and lustful as his brother was--he was not that kind of person.

Cam knew he was going to have to make the first move with Seymour, but stood there a moment more just watching him. Then he walked over slowly to where Seymour stood at the heat lamps. He reached out his hand and gently turned him so that he could see his expression. He could feel nervous butterflies in his stomach. He had no intention of forcing Seymour to do anything he didn't want to and would stop instantly if he felt that he was going too far.

He moved in a little closer and brought a hand gently up to Seymour's face. He moved in closer until they were only breaths apart. "I'll stop if you want me to, just push me away if you don't like it ok?" He spoke very softly and then put his other hand around the back of Seymour's neck and erased all space between their faces as he very softly placed his lips on Seymour's.

Seymour did not move. It wasn't clear whether or not this was a good thing, seeing as it appeared that he was paralyzed out of pure fear. He did not respond to the offered kiss. There was probably a reason for his petrified behavior.

He did not do things like this alone with someone else. He had never done so, not once in his life. Seymour and Hirsch were inseparable, and that included time in the bedroom. While Seymour was rarely with Hirsch in his endeavors, when Hirsch egged him into doing something the two were never far apart.

Not having Hirsch nearby was a terrifying factor for him.

He could feel how stiff Seymour was when he placed his lips on his. The kiss was feather light and he made no move at all to deepen it, aware of how nervous the other must be. What he didn't expect was utter stillness, no movement at all. He had thought he would have been pushed away at the least but this complete stillness was a bit of a shock to him. He moved his head away from Seymour's slightly so that he could look at him and felt his stomach twist as he saw the utter fear there.

He felt his stomach plunge as overwhelming guilt engulfed him, misery showing in his eyes. What have I done? I should have never.... He quickly stepped away from him. "I-i'm sorry," he whispered out in a barely audible voice. Abruptly he turned away from Seymour and leaned on the counter behind him for support. It felt as if his stomach had dropped out onto the floor as he stood there. "I....should go....," he choked out in a strangled voice as he gripped the counter with his hands, his body trembling slightly.

Seymour blinked, and the fear suddenly vanished from his eyes. "...I'm...just...nervous without my brother nearby," he murmured, somewhat shyly. He was not frightened anymore...it seemed he would only be so frightened if Hirsch wasn't nearby. He and Hirsch were somewhat forcibly joined at the hip when it came to fun bedroom antics. Seymour was terrified if his brother wasn't there. Even if he knew he was in the house, it wasn't enough...

He had to be in the room, at the very least...or watching or listening somehow through a camera...

He shuffled forward and patted Cam on the back, reassuringly. "I'm fine. I just...I would rather have Hershey nearby."

Cam still felt horribly guilty. He knew how nervous Seymour was when it came to anything even remotely sexual yet he still hadn't been able to control himself. How could he have expected any other response than the one he had been given? It was his own fault for rushing in like that.

He felt Seymour pat him on the back and although it was meant to be a reassurance that Seymour was fine, it only added to Cam's guilt. He stood there with his back still to Seymour, not able to turn around and face him. He was sure if he did that he would see reproach in his eyes. Plus he didn't want him to see just how miserable he was. "Yes...I-i understand." He barely made it above a whisper as he spoke. He closed his eyes as a fresh wash of guilt overwhelmed him.