Chapter 11
At first Scott had thought it would be a one-time thing. Something that happened once and then never again.
He certainly hadn’t expected that his hand would be wrapped around Cam’s cock the very next night.
This time Cam didn’t wait until they fell asleep.
“The car is a fucking tractor,” he ground out in frustration, turning toward Scott in the dark. “I don’t know if we can find performance before tomorrow.”
Scott could feel Cam’s frustration with his skin, so he pulled him close, figuring a little cuddle would help. Cam always reacted well to a hug.
Except he’d forgotten that he was bare chested—it was too hot to sleep in a T-shirt—and the movement pressed Cam’s face against his pecs.
Cam made a strange sound, nuzzling into them. His scruff felt odd against his skin, his hot breath brushing against Scott’s nipple.
Scott shivered.
“Scotty.”
“Hmm?”
“Would it be too strange if I sucked on your tits?”
Scott blinked into the darkness, his face suddenly warm. “Why—why would you even want to?” he choked out.
Cam nuzzled his pecs. “I don’t miss my ex, but I miss sucking on her tits. I’ve always found it comforting when I’m stressed.”
Chuckling harshly, Scott threaded his fingers through Cam’s hair. “Freud would have something to say about it, Richter.” He cleared his throat, his cheeks still uncomfortably warm. “I mean, that would definitely be weird. And I’m sure my boobs don’t compare to your ex-girlfriend’s anyway.”
“Your tits are nice,” Cam said hoarsely, bringing a hand up to knead one carefully. “And your nipples are so big. Don’t tell me your boytoys never sucked on them. Your tits are practically begging for it.”
Jesus.
Scott licked his dry lips. He should say no.
Letting Cam suck on his nipples would completely cross the line—the line they’d already crossed multiple times, granted, but this somehow felt more definitive than letting Cam fuck his mouth while they were drunk or letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight in the dark.
But the mere thought of having Cam’s mouth on his nipples made them tingle in anticipation.
He kind of… He wanted to know what it would feel like.
“God, I can’t believe what I’m letting you get away with,” Scott mumbled with a laugh. “Go ahead, you weirdo.”
Cam latched onto his right tit immediately, as if he’d been waiting for permission—as if he’d been barely restraining himself.
Scott whimpered as Cam’s hot, wet mouth closed on his nipple, sucking and biting on it almost to the point of pain. “Christ, easy there,” he managed.
Cam’s sucks softened slightly, but his mouth was no less hungry, opening wider to take part of the tit into his mouth too, his hand kneading the other greedily.
Scott bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning.
His chest had always been sensitive, more sensitive than most men’s, and he’d occasionally liked some nipple play, but this was something else.
It felt like his tits were connected directly to his cock, and he was quickly moving to the point of no return.
He whined when Cam pulled off his abused right nipple and latched onto the other. Cam’s hand left his tit for a moment and Scott felt some fumbling between them before he realized that Cam had pulled his cock out. “Your hand,” he said—ordered—rutting against Scott’s thigh.
As if in a dream, Scott found himself wrapping his hand obediently around Cam’s massive cock and giving him a hole to fuck into as Cam sucked on his tits.
Oh god, what was happening to him? Why did he feel like a toy existing only for Cam’s pleasure, Cam’s stress relief—and why was he enjoying it so much? His own arousal felt secondary, his entire world narrowing to Cam’s cock fucking his hand, Cam’s mouth abusing his nipples.
He didn’t loosen his grip around Cam’s cock until he felt Cam shudder and spill into his hand, groaning against his tits. “You’re so fucking good to me,” Cam said, and—
And Scott fucking came. Just like that. Completely untouched.
He stared at the dark ceiling in confusion, freaked out of his mind.
***
The weird part was how totally normal it all felt despite being utterly weird rationally.
The paradox of it messed with his head, making him question his sanity, because Cam treated no differently the next day, as if Scott hadn’t jerked him off the previous two nights, as if what they’d done last night was totally normal.
He acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
And maybe it wasn’t. Scott was just giving a friend a hand—literally. Relieving his tension. There was no use reading into it.
Except Scott had never really been the selfless type.
He’d never done something for another person in his life without getting something out of it.
That was the unsettling part about the whole thing.
He understood why Cam was doing it: he was getting free orgasms with no strings attached.
But why was he doing it? Why was he spending every night jerking off his straight friend when he could have been getting laid by any number of cute twinks hanging around the paddock, batting their eyelashes at him?
The irrationality of it, of his own selfless behavior, annoyed him to no end.
Will was right: this was very unlike him.
His friendship with Cam was nothing like his other friendships—he liked pleasing Cam a bit too much for that to be healthy.
It wasn’t fucking normal that some primitive part of his brain liked relieving a friend’s stress.
He wasn’t a fucking stress pill. Scott was starting to get creeped out by how content he was just being around Cam, letting his whole world revolve around Cam’s needs.
It wasn’t him. Scott had always been a selfish asshole, and his own behavior around Cam was genuinely weirding him out lately.
Not to mention that strange orgasm last night… Had he—had he come from being praised? From being told how good he was to Cam?
The thought unsettled him. He’d never thought he had a praise kink.
Fuck, maybe he should pick someone up. A cute guy or two. Deal with this confusion the old-fashioned way. Spend less time getting Cam off and more time getting himself off—getting himself off normally.
That was how Scott found himself unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and strolling down the paddock.
He was tall, handsome, and fit. He knew he drew people’s eyes.
It was Saturday morning after FP3, and there was no shortage of VIP guests around.
Some of them were bound to be queer and available.
Feeling someone’s appreciative gaze on him, Scott glanced around until his eyes locked with a pretty guy standing by Ferrari’s hospitality.
A bit taller than he normally would go for, but he was slender and good-looking, with nice dark eyes.
They were gleaming with interest as he licked his pretty lips.
Nice little body. His long legs would look fantastic wrapped around Scott’s waist—
A heavy hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his fantasies.
“Here you are,” Cam said, steering him back to McLaren’s hospitality in a rather bossy manner. “I was looking for you.”
Scott glanced back at the pretty guy but his body was already moving, allowing itself to be steered away. Infuriating. And more than a little baffling.
Sighing inwardly, Scott studied Cam curiously. There was visible tension around Cam’s eyes and jaw, his shoulders stiff.
“Hey, what’s up?” Scott said, his voice softening without him consciously meaning it to. “Is it because of FP3? I know you were just sixth, but it’s called free practice for a reason, right?”
Cam shot him a strange look before averting his gaze. “Yeah. But I had no grip. The car is all over the place. I’ll need a small miracle to put it on pole in an hour.”
Scott clicked his tongue sympathetically and frowned at the way Cam’s fingers were clenching. “You definitely won’t be putting it on pole if you don’t stop stressing over it. You’re practically vibrating, babe.”
“I know,” Cam ground out as they entered the McLaren hospitality.
“Maybe a short catnap before quali would help?” Scott suggested.
Cam shook his head jerkily. “I’m too wired up. I can’t sleep like this.” He paused, a muscle in his cheek flexing.
Scott frowned in confusion before he realized that Cam’s pupils were dilated and there was a noticeable bump in his crotch. “Seriously?” he choked out. “Now?”
Glancing around, Cam took Scott’s wrist and dragged him into the restroom they were passing. “It’s just tension and adrenaline,” he said stiffly. “Happens sometimes to drivers. It’s normal.”
Locking the restroom door, Cam sagged back against it, his jaw clenched tight, before he cursed under his breath and yanked his fly open. “I have to deal with this before quali.”
“Um,” Scott said, wide-eyed. “Shouldn’t I leave?”
Cam snorted. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” His dark eyes gleamed with an emotion Scott couldn’t read. “It will be faster with you here anyway.” He pulled his black boxer briefs down and his cock sprang free, already hard.
Scott wet his lips with his tongue. Fuck. He’d known Cam was big—he’d touched this cock multiple times—but actually seeing it in daylight was a different matter entirely. It looked obscene like this. Thick. Hard. So fucking big.
As though in a trance, he watched his own hand reach out and wrap around Cam’s cock.
Cam sucked in a breath, his head falling back against the door, his dark eyes growing heavy-lidded.
Why are you doing this again? a voice yelled at the back of his mind. He hasn’t even asked you to do it!
But he wanted to do it. He needed to do it. That strange desire to please Cam and make him feel good was rearing its weird, ugly head again, and he started stroking Cam’s cock with long, greedy strokes. He wanted to make him come. He needed to make him come.
He half-expected Cam to close his eyes and pretend it was someone else jerking him off, but he did no such thing, his dark eyes fixed on Scott’s very male hand working his cock.
“You’re good at this,” Cam ground out after a while. “Very good.”
Scott nearly whimpered, the praise sending a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck, what the fuck. “I have a dick too,” he said lightly. “Of course I know how to handle one.”
Cam’s eyes flickered to the dick in question—currently straining Scott’s pants rather painfully. “You’re hard.”
Scott scoffed, hoping he wasn’t blushing. “I’m gay, dude. It’s completely normal to be a little turned on in this situation.” Granted, he was well past “a little turned on,” but that was splitting hairs.
Cam stared at Scott’s crotch intently, his expression unreadable.
“Pull it out,” he suddenly said.
Scott’s hand froze on his cock. “What—really?”
“It doesn’t look comfortable,” Cam said, his eyes gleaming with a strange emotion. “I’m not going to freak out just because you have your dick out.”
Scott didn’t have to be convinced—his pants were rather tight, and it was getting very uncomfortable. He unzipped his pants with his free hand and pulled his erection out. He sighed in relief and resumed jerking Cam off, the slick sounds of friction filling the bathroom.
Fuck, Cam leaked precome a lot. And his cockhead looked obscenely thick in his fist. Scott’s cock was pretty big too—he had nothing to be ashamed of in that department—but it was more modest in girth than Cam’s was.
Seeing that fat cockhead peeking out of his fist was so damn filthy.
Obscene. Scott couldn’t look away, transfixed by the sight.
Unconsciously, he started fondling his own cock too, but he didn’t have the coordination to move both of his hands. The solution was obvious.
Scott dropped to the floor.
“What—”
“I need my hand to jerk off,” Scott explained before wrapping his lips around that fat head.
Cam hissed, his hand immediately fisting Scott’s hair and yanking him forward onto his cock. So rude.
But Scott didn’t protest. They were kind of on a tight schedule, so whatever got Cam off faster was the best solution.
Slipping his hand down to wrap around his own aching cock, he stroked it with relish as Cam fucked his mouth roughly.
But after a while, it started feeling like he was relishing what Cam was doing to his mouth, his own cock in his hand becoming barely relevant.
He moaned and choked on the cock ramming into his throat on every nasty thrust, tears springing to his eyes from the intensity of it.
Cam gripped his face harder, his hips thrusting at a dizzying speed. “Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into his mouth, again and again. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good—”
Scott squeezed his own cock and came all over the floor, his vision whiting out for a long moment.
He was barely aware of Cam thrusting into his mouth and chasing his own pleasure and barely noticed when hot come hit the back of his throat.
He swallowed reflexively, still feeling weirdly floaty and faraway.
When Scott regained some ability to think, he found himself already on his feet, supported by Cam’s arm around him. Cam’s other hand was fixing his clothes.
“You’re with me now?” Cam said, his lips twitching. “It’s the first time I’ve seen someone so out of it after a wank.”
Scott flushed. “Oh, fuck you. That’s how you show your gratitude?”
Cam chuckled, rolling his shoulders. “Thanks. I do feel better now.”
“You better,” Scott said, eyeing his dirty pants mournfully. He couldn’t believe he’d knelt on a filthy bathroom floor. “Nothing less than pole is acceptable after I ruined my favorite pair of pants for you.”
“Noted,” Cam said with a snort, clapped him on the shoulder, and left, his shoulders loose.
Cam got pole.