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Cam sucked a breath in. “What are you doing?”
I wanna suck your cock, he nearly blurted out.Let me suck your cock, wanna make you feel good, let me, let me suck it, let me.
He had to literally bite his tongue to stop himself from saying that embarrassing nonsense.
“What does it look like, champ?” Scott said lightly, pulling the zipper down. He paused, realizing that there was no justification for doing it this time. Cam hardly needed to relieve any tension: qualifying wasn’t until tomorrow, and free practice that day had gone smoothly for him. There was no real reason to do this. Heshouldn’tbe doing this after the weirdness of yesterday. “Um, unless you don’t want to?”
Cam seemed to hesitate, his gaze flickering from Scott’s eyes to his mouth. The cock against Scott’s lips hardened so fast it was actually pretty flattering. “No, go ahead,” he said hoarsely, his hand burying in Scott’s hair while the other yanked his fly open. “What man would turn down a free blowjob?” But his intense, transfixed gaze as Scott licked his cockhead contradicted his casual tone.
If he didn’t know better, Scott would think Cam lookedobsessed.
That was Scott’s last coherent thought before his world narrowed down to the thick, delicious cock filling his mouth.
God.
Chapter 15
The party was fairly normal and low-key, to Cam’s relief.
He wasn’t really in the mood to attend a party after finishing P4 in the race, but he had already promised Scott he’d go, and he couldn’t back out now. Well, he could have backed out, but he’d discovered that he didn’t like it when Scott was upset with him. It tended to ruin his own mood pretty quickly. That was probably a little concerning.
It wasn’t the only thing about his friendship with Scott that had been concerning him lately.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know there would be so many famous people here,” Scott whisper-exclaimed, his hand gripping Cam’s bicep in excitement. “That’s Tristan DuVal! Do you think it would be rude to go over there and introduce myself?”
Cam followed Scott’s gaze. When he saw him staring at yet another slim, petite guy with a ridiculously beautiful face, Cam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “It would be,” he said shortly, steering Scott away, toward the table he could see several racing drivers seated at.Straightracing drivers, no twinks anywhere to be seen.
“Didn’t expect to see you at a party like this, Richter.” Liverstock, the IndyCar champion, shook his hand, before his gaze flicked to Scott. “Ah. Here to show support for your friend?”
Cam gave a clipped nod, pulling Scott to sit beside him, but Scott shook his head, glancing at the other drivers with acrooked smile. “You guys talk cars, I’ll go mingle,” he said, and strolled away.
Cam stared at his back as it disappeared into the crowd of party-goers, his mood souring. He had every right to be irritated. He’d come here for Scott’s sake only for Scott to abandon him not even five minutes after their arrival.
Liverstock asked him a question about the race, and Cam allowed himself to be dragged into the conversation, but the annoyance and vague discontent lingered. He found himself distracted, his eyes seeking Scott out in the crowd and following his progress through the large room.
Scott was clearly in his element, all charming smiles and easy laughs as he moved from one group to another. He looked ridiculously handsome tonight in his blue designer shirt and dark slacks, an expensive watch glistening on his wrist as he hooked his thumbs through his belt loops and flirted outrageously, white teeth flashing while he laughed at something the twink he was talking to said. He was leaning in toward him, his body language inviting.
He clearly wanted to get into the guy’s pants.
Tearing his gaze away, Cam threw his drink back, the alcohol burning his throat.
Maybe he should fuck someone, too. A woman. How long had it been? Too long.
He scanned the room until his gaze stopped on a tall, dark-haired woman at the open bar. Eyeing her long legs in a short skirt, Cam decided that she was as good a candidate as any. Hopefully she was into men. Considering the party they were at, it wasn’t a given.
Setting his drink down, he headed toward the woman, forcing himself not to look at the side of the room Scott and his twink were in. It was none of his business. Scott was a grown man and could do whatever—and whoever—he wanted. Just a friend. A friend whose mouth he’d fucked on multiple occasions, but that was it. They were just friends. Things had been getting… a bit strange between them lately as it was. More than a bit strange. He had bought his very male friend a bra because he wanted to see him in it. This whole thing between them was getting out of hand. This was good. They both needed to fuck other people.People they actually wanted.
“Hi,” he said, leaning against the bar beside the woman.
She turned her head and her eyes widened. She smiled. “Hey there yourself,” she purred. Definitely into men.
She introduced herself as Annie, and Cam had been lightly flirting with her for a few minutes when an arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the familiar scent of Scott’s cologne hit his nostrils.
“Here you are,” Scott drawled, his warm breath brushing Cam’s ear. “I was looking for you everywhere, babe.”
“Were you?” Cam said wryly, turning his head and locking his eyes with the blue-gray orbs inches away from him. Christ, eyes like that really were wasted on a man. So fucking pretty.
“Yeah, c’mere,” Scott said, sliding his hand down Cam’s arm and stopping at his wrist, just short of grabbing his hand.
