“Oh yeah,” Scott said. “Didn’t I tell you that I wasn’t coming alone this weekend?” He looked around and smiled, looking at something by Ferrari’s hospitality. “There he is. My new boyfriend.”
Cam followed his gaze until it stopped on a guy who was bothering Hunter for an autograph. He was short and slim, with a doll-like face and carefully styled blond hair.
“Your boyfriend?” Cam heard himself say.
“Yeah, Andy. We met last week. Gorgeous, isn’t he?”
Cam’s lips twisted. “He looks like a stereotypical gay twink.”
“Don’t be a dick,” Scott said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He clicked his tongue. “I see all the progress we made on your homophobia has gone down the drain in my absence.”
“I’m not being homophobic,” Cam said, studying that Andy person. “I simply don’t see the appeal. He even has a limp wrist.”
“The horror,” Scott said, rolling his eyes and glaring at him. “Don’t piss me off, Richter. You’re talking about my boyfriend.”
“You mean your new plaything,” Cam said with a scoff. “You met him last week.”
“So what? He’s still my boyfriend. Now be nice. He’s coming this way.”
“Hey!” the guy said, approaching them. He looked from Scott to Cam and smiled bashfully. “Andy Robin,” he said, stretching his hand out for a handshake.
Cam gave a stiff nod and ignored the hand. Who knew where it had been.
Scott let out a long-suffering sigh. “Don’t take it personally, he’s just touch-averse,” he told Andy.
The guy’s eyes flicked to Scott’s arm still slung around Cam’s shoulders. “Right,” he said awkwardly, returning his gaze to Cam’s face and blushing a little. “Can I have an autograph please?”
“Cam doesn’t like being bothered for autographs before the sessions,” Scott said before Cam could say no. “Just give me something you want signed and I’ll get him to sign it for you later.”
“Oh, okay,” the guy said, a flicker of a frown crossing his face before he smiled at Scott again. “I’ll go back to the paddock club, then. I’m kind of starving. Are you coming?”
“I have something to show you,” Cam cut in, looking at Scott.
It was gratifying how quickly Scott focused his eyes on him. “Yeah?” he said, a smile lighting up his face. “A present?”
“Let’s go,” Cam said, ignoring the question. He settled a hand between Scott’s shoulder blades and steered him away.
The Andy person said something behind them, but Cam ignored him. Maybe it wasn’t very polite, but to be fair, so did Scott, Andy’sboyfriend.
“So, where’s my present?” Scott said, looking around McLaren’s hospitality curiously.
“There’s no present,” Cam said, steering him to his driver’s room and closing the door after them. “Your boytoy just annoyed me.”
Scott huffed a laugh. “God, you’re awful! Andy is a darling! And he gives fantastic head.”
Cam grimaced. “Too much information.”
Rolling his eyes, Scott grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the couch. “Come on. I know how to cure your case of homophobic grumps.” He pushed Cam down onto the couch before immediately plastering himself against his side, slinging an arm around his waist. “Now tell me why, exactly, Andy annoys you so much.”
Cam pulled a face. “You know why.”
Scott huffed and took Cam’s hand in his own. “Yeah, yeah, because you were raised to be a homophobic dick. But you were kind of mean back there. Truly mean. If I didn’t know you, I’d have punched you. You don’t treat me like I’m something nasty stuck to your shoe, and I’m just as gay as Andy.”
“That’s different.”
Light blue eyes studied him curiously. “Why? I mean, yeah, you actually know me, but you didn’t even give Andy a chance! You didn’t even shake his hand. That was incredibly rude, by the way. You shook mine when we first met.”
“Obviously,” Cam said, his brows furrowed as he played with Scott’s fingers idly. “You were a VIP guest. I had to be niceto you. I don’t have to be nice to a random nobody hanging on your arm.”
