Chapter 15 #3
Scott stared at him with wide eyes. “What.”
“I’m not attracted attracted to you,” Cam said with a grimace. “I’m still mostly straight. But I do find you—appealing. Aesthetically. You are ridiculously pretty.” He chuckled, glancing down at Scott’s lips. “And at this point, it’s become a bit of a Pavlovian response for me.”
Scott was blinking, his cheeks pink. “I’m not pretty,” he snapped. “I’m handsome. Hot. Not pretty.”
Cam stared at him, at how uncharacteristically flustered he looked, and wondered who had fucked him up this badly.
He heard himself say, “Let me fuck you.”
Scott went still, his eyes widening. A deer caught in headlights.
A laugh left his throat. “No,” he said weakly. “I don’t do that.” He added, as an afterthought, looking at Cam a little uncertainly, “You aren’t my type, but I could fuck you if you want.”
“No,” Cam said. “Not interested.”
Scott laughed again. “Who’s being a hypocrite now? What happened to a preference not being legit if you haven’t even tried anything else?”
“Who said I didn’t try it?” Cam said, staring him down. “One of my ex-girlfriends was really into trying all sorts of stuff.”
Scott frowned. “Really? You don’t seem like the type to allow a woman to peg you.”
“I didn’t,” Cam said shortly. “She used fingers during a blowjob, but it was enough for me to know it doesn’t do much for me. It was just odd and off-putting.”
“And why do you think it would be different for me?” Scott said, lifting his chin.
Cam shrugged. “Maybe it wouldn’t be. But you actually need to give it a try. And I think, deep down, you want to. Or you wouldn’t act this way with me.”
Scott shot him a sullen look. “What way?”
“Like a jealous, possessive girlfriend.” Cam’s lips twisted. “I’ve had girlfriends who were less possessive of my dick than you are.”
Scott flushed, his jaw working, his expression mulish.
Cam felt a surge of affection for him. Then came annoyance—at himself, for his bizarre inability to stay annoyed with this guy, no matter how ridiculous he was being.
“You know what?” Cam said, sighing and turning away. “Whatever. I’m done.”
“You’re done?” Scott said sharply. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Cam headed to his room. “I’m not exactly the best person to deal with your hang-ups,” he said, walking to his suitcase and opening it. He started packing briskly. “Especially when you won’t even admit that you have them.”
“You’re just angry I didn’t let you get laid,” Scott said from behind him.
“That too,” Cam said curtly, though he wasn’t being entirely truthful.
He hadn’t really wanted to fuck those women, but there was unresolved sexual tension under his skin that made his tone shorter than it otherwise would have been.
He wasn’t even that angry with Scott. He was angry at the whole situation, at how messy and confusing it had gotten.
He was angry that there was a part of him that wanted to shove Scott down onto his knees and shut him up with his cock.
Scott was silent for so long Cam started thinking he’d left.
“Do you actually want to fuck me?”
Cam paused in the process of stuffing his clothes into his suitcase, his back to Scott.
Did he want to fuck Scott?
Yes. The answer sprang to his mind with baffling, humiliating speed.
He should have felt queasy at the prospect of fucking a man—and frankly, he did—but the thought of fucking Scott made his dick harden almost instantly.
Maybe it was a Pavlovian response at this point.
But whatever the reason, he definitely wouldn’t say no if Scott let him fuck him.
“Yes, if you’re offering,” he said in a clipped voice, continuing to throw his clothes into his suitcase.
“And if I let you do it, you won’t fuck anyone else?”
Frowning, Cam paused and turned around.
Scott was standing in the doorway, his expression uncharacteristically uncertain. There was none of his usual cocky confidence, something almost anxious around the lines of his eyes.
Cam’s stomach lurched unpleasantly. “Jesus, you don’t have to do it—quit looking like you’re going to be sick. I can find hundreds of willing women—”
“No,” Scott snapped. “I’ll do it.”
Ignoring the way his dick instantly went full mast, Cam said carefully, “It isn’t a turn-on for me if the other person isn’t actually into it.
” It wasn’t entirely true, if he were being honest. Normally it would be the truth, but something about Scott not wanting to do it but being willing to spread his legs for him anyway scratched some deep, primitive itch in his brain.
Cam wasn’t proud of it. He’d thought he was a better man. Apparently not.
“You’re so full of it,” Scott said, apparently not buying his lie, either. His shoulders loosened, something like humor flickering in his eyes as he glanced down at Cam’s crotch. Humor and… relief? “You want to fuck me, whether I want it or not.”
Heat pulled to Cam’s crotch, making his cock ache.
“All right,” Scott said, striding to the bed and flopping down onto it.
He met Cam’s eyes firmly, his gaze feverish with intensity. “Let’s do it.”