Chapter 15 #2
Scott was frowning, chewing on his lip. He tilted his head, a clear question in his eyes. “Up to you,” he murmured, his voice stiff. “Could be fun.”
It would be a lie if Cam said he’d never had group sex—he’d done plenty of partying during his early years in Formula One.
Granted, the group sex he’d participated in had been heavily weighted toward women, but he’d once double-teamed a woman with a mate.
It had been fun enough. Watching other people have sex was hot.
Except.
He didn’t really want to watch Scott fuck that pretty boy.
Or touch him at all.
“Hey, I’m Chantelle,” Roy’s friend said, her French accent very charming as she leaned in to kiss Cam’s cheeks in that unassuming way only the French could pull off. She was more subtle about her once-over than Roy, but her interest was unmistakable. Her hand lingered on Cam’s chest.
Scott’s grip on Cam’s wrist tightened. “Give us a sec,” he told them with another unnaturally bright smile before pulling Cam aside.
“I’ve changed my mind—I don’t want to do it,” he said, his expression tight. “Who knows if they’re even clean! It’s unsanitary and dangerous—pretty sure there was herpes on her lip under all that red lipstick.”
Cam stared at him. “Was there.”
Scott nodded with a sullen look, his stunning eyes flashing with dislike. “Why do you need to fuck some chick anyway? You have m—” He cut himself off, averting his gaze. “I’ve been helping you out, haven’t I?”
Helping him out.
Was that what they were calling it now?
Cam’s smile felt more like a grimace because of the sudden rush of blood to his cock. “Yes,” he said in a clipped voice. “But we can’t—” Glancing around, he lowered his voice. “I can’t keep doing it with you, Scotty—things have been getting too weird. We both know it.”
Something flickered in Scott’s eyes. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said tersely, a wrinkle forming between his brows. “I just don’t think you should have sex with her.”
“You didn’t want me to have sex with Annie, either,” Cam said, eyeing him.
Scott clenched his jaw and said nothing.
Cam considered him for a moment. “All right, we’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?” Scott said, but let Cam steer him away.
“Back to the hotel,” Cam said. “This isn’t the place for this conversation.”
He considered looking for their hosts to thank them for their hospitality, but he couldn’t see them anywhere. And frankly, he wasn’t in the mood to put on a social smile. This whole messed-up situation had left his nerves frayed.
They were quiet during the drive back to the hotel.
Cam paid for the taxi and steered Scott roughly toward his room.
“All right,” he said, shutting the door and turning to Scott. “Let’s talk.”
A muscle in Scott’s jaw worked. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “What is there to talk about?”
Cam gave him a flat look, unable to believe Scott was still playing the oblivious card. “Unless I’m misreading it completely, you don’t want me to fuck anyone, and that has nothing to do with you wanting to be my only LGBT friend or whatever bullshit you were trying to feed me.”
Scott blinked slowly and laughed. “That’s—that’s ridiculous!”
“Is it?” Cam said, stepping closer. “You threw a fit when I was about to hook up with that trans woman. Except you refused to let me sleep with a cis woman, too.”
Scott pursed his lips tightly. “I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here.”
Cam stepped even closer, their faces inches apart now. “Yes, you do. Cut the bullshit, Scotty.”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “If you’re trying to imply I was jealous, that’s ridiculous. You aren’t even my type, you know that.”
The words probably shouldn’t have irritated him so much.
“Yes. You’ve told me that countless times. You’re into slim, cute twinks.”
“Exactly,” Scott said, though there was wariness in his expression now.
Cam eyed him for a moment. Maybe he should let it go. Maybe he shouldn’t push. But. He was sick and tired of the mixed signals he was getting here.
That’s not the only reason you want to push, a dark little voice said at the back of his head.
Cam ignored it.
He looked Scott in the eye and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Scott opened his mouth and closed it without saying anything. His cheeks bright red, he glared at Cam sullenly. “Of course not,” he said at last. “I’m a top. Exclusively. Everyone knows it.”
Cam smiled faintly. “Yes, you’re quick to let everyone know that.”
“What the hell are you implying?”
Cam put a hand on Scott’s face and gripped his chin. “For someone who constantly accuses me of being homophobic, you’re pretty prejudiced yourself,” he said. “Being gay is all fine and good as long as you aren’t the one taking it up the ass, right?”
Scott scowled at him. “That’s not—it’s not like that! I’m hardly the only gay man who prefers to top.”
“You don’t prefer to top,” Cam said, his lips twisting. “You’ve never tried anything else, so it’s not a genuine preference but something based on the prejudice against something you’ve never actually tried.”
Scott gave a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “By that logic, straight people who’ve never tried sex with people of their own sex aren’t actually straight. That’s not how it works.”
“That’s different and you know it,” Cam said, unimpressed. “Either you’re attracted to someone or you aren’t. What you do in bed with them is a different matter altogether.”
Breathing hard and looking increasingly like a cornered animal, Scott glowered at him. “That’s funny coming from a ‘straight’ man who’s been fucking another man’s mouth on and off. So are you attracted to me or not?”
Cam’s jaw tightened. He supposed he deserved that. He looked Scott in the eye. “Yes. It would be ridiculous to claim otherwise.”