Chapter 10 #2
Scott swallowed, heat pulling to his crotch. Then again, it was normal to get a little turned on when talking about sex at night.
“I’m glad we can joke about it,” he murmured, stroking Cam’s happy trail absentmindedly.
“I’d hate to lose our friendship over this.
” His face warmed a little. He usually didn’t…
he usually wasn’t really the type to talk about such things honestly.
Turning everything into a joke was more of his thing.
But he’d told Will the truth: he felt good around Cam in a way that cut through his usual superficial bullshit. He didn’t want to lose this. Lose him.
“Me, too,” Cam said. “Though you should stop touching me there. You aren’t helping, mate.”
Scott’s hand went still. “Sorry,” he said into Cam’s bicep, but he didn’t remove his hand from Cam’s abs. “You should take care of your problem. Never mind me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Cam choked out with a laugh.
“I’m totally serious. Like you said, it’s not like we haven’t done worse than you jerking off next to me.
I mean, I can’t even see you.” Scott’s stroked Cam’s tense abs with his thumb.
“You’re so wound up. This isn’t good for you.
You need to be at your most focused this weekend.
Just pretend I’m not here.” What the hell.
Scott wasn’t even sure why he was pushing for it, but his heart was speeding up, his mouth suddenly dry.
Cam gave a harsh chuckle. “It’s not exactly easy to pretend you aren’t here when you’re all over me.”
“I can move away if you’re that bothered,” Scott murmured.
But he didn’t move an inch.
Cam didn’t make him. “This is weird, you know,” he said, but Scott could feel him move his hand down. Then there was the unmistakable sound of flesh moving against flesh, slightly slick.
Cam was touching himself with Scott right there, cuddled up against him. It should have felt much weirder than it did. Scott’s hand was on Cam’s twitching abs. He could feel his muscles tense every time Cam stroked his cock. This was so fucking inappropriate. Hell, downright unhinged.
But it didn’t feel wrong. If anything, Scott felt a strange thrill that Cam didn’t mind him being so close while he jerked off. This ease, this codependent intimacy between them stroked his hindbrain, making something warm and intoxicating curl in his stomach.
“Are you close?” Scott murmured, brushing his thumb over Cam’s happy trail.
Cam just grunted, the slippery sounds growing faster. Judging by the sound of it, he must have been leaking precome profusely… his cock was probably hard and angry in Cam’s hand… so fucking thick.
Scott belatedly became aware that he was grinding against the outer side of Cam’s thigh. He was hard too. Then again, it wasn’t surprising. Just a sympathy boner. Anyone would feel aroused when someone was jerking off less than an inch away from them.
Not wanting to freak Cam out, Scott pulled his hips back and slipped his hand into his boxers.
Burying his face against Cam’s bicep, he started stroking his cock.
He thought about the pretty flight attendant he’d flirted with during his flight, about his full lips and tight little body.
He’d slipped Scott his number. Maybe he should give him a call and get laid, fuck into his tight—
Scott’s fantasies came to a screeching halt when he felt a hand on his hand—on the hand that was on Cam’s happy trail.
“If you’re going to keep touching me like this, make yourself useful,” Cam said roughly, before moving Scott’s hand lower and wrapping it around Cam’s hard cock.
All thoughts about the pretty flight attendant left Scott’s head.
All he could focus on now was the thick cock in his hand.
A cock. In his hand. It was ridiculous. It was hardly the first cock he’d ever touched.
Hell, he’d even had this cock in his mouth.
But somehow, this felt nerve-racking. Wrong. He was completely sober for one thing.
But he didn’t resist as Cam moved his hand with his, showing him the pressure and rhythm he wanted. He complied passively, letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight. A hole to fuck.
It was the single most surreal sexual experience in his life. Scott didn’t do passive. He didn’t let himself be used.
And yet. His heart beating fast against his ribcage, he let Cam use his hand to get off. Cam’s cock was becoming more slippery, so hard and thick. Scott couldn’t focus on anything else. Just that hard rod. Attached to a friend. Throbbing in his hand. Cam’s hand wrapped around his.
His breath unsteady, Cam squeezed his hand over Scott’s, using it to fist his cock harder and faster, the wet noise obscene in the silence of the room—until he finally came all over their hands.
For a long moment, there was only silence. Then Cam released Scott’s hand.
Belatedly, Scott let Cam’s softening dick go and wiped his hand on the sheets.
“Thanks,” Cam said, sounding already half-asleep.
“Don’t mention it,” Scott said, staring at the dark ceiling.
And that was that.