“You’re really making it hard to like you, you know,” Scott said, but he was smiling.
“Did you want me to lie?”
“Nope,” Scott said, glancing down at their entangled fingers. “I like how honest and no-nonsense you are, even if you say incredibly offensive things. It’s refreshing.” He chewed on his lip. “But I can’t have you insulting my boyfriend again, okay? Try to be a bit nicer, babe. I know you’re capable of being nicer. You’re nice to me these days.”
“I’m not,” Cam said, raking his free hand through his hair. His neck felt hot.
Scott laughed, squeezing his hand. “You’re the first person I’ve ever seen get embarrassed by being called nice.”
“I’m not embarrassed by that.”
Scott grinned. “Aww, are you blushing because I called you babe? That’s cute.”
Cam glared at him. “I’m not blushing. I do not blush.”
Scott touched his face with the pads of his fingers. “Your face is warm, babe.”
Cam fixed him with a steady, unimpressed look. “Humans are warm-blooded mammals. Of course my face is warm. It’s sweltering in this country.”
“You’re adorable when you get defensive,” Scott said with a shit-eating grin. “Babe.”
“Stop calling me that,” Cam ground out with an exasperated sigh.
“Why? I like it. And you are a total babe, even if you aren’t my type.”
Cam rolled his eyes with a laugh. “You’re going to call me that all the time now, aren’t you?”
Scott grinned and pecked him on the cheek. “Absolutely! Annoying you is my favorite thing about Formula One weekends!”
“Glad to be of service,” Cam said dryly.
“You should be of service, since you led me here under false pretenses,” Scott said, sulking in exaggerated fashion. “I really thought you got me a present.”
Cam snorted. “What would you even want? You’re a billionaire’s only son. You probably already have everything.”
Scott cocked his head to the side, sighing dramatically. “Presents aren’t about their material worth, buddy. It’s the attention that matters. You could give me an ice cream, and I’d be pretty happy, especially in this heat.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Cam said, getting to his feet and striding toward the closet. He opened it, grabbed a shirt, and threw it at Scott. “Here.”
“You think I can’t buy overpriced merchandise myself?” Scott said with a chuckle.
“This is limited edition for my use only,” Cam said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Scott studied the shirt in his hands more carefully. “Huh. Yeah, it’s less tacky than the stuff your team sells to the fans. And it has your name on it. What do the little stars under your name mean?”
“Two-time world champion,” Cam said, watching in bemusement as Scott took off his weird shirt. “You don’t have to wear it. It’s not exactly your style.”
“I’ll have you know I can pull off anything,” Scott said with a haughty little grin before slipping into Cam’s shirt. It fit him well in the shoulders, but was a little loose across the chest. It wasn’t surprising—he was slightly leaner than Cam was. Though he had bigger tits. And pink, hard nipples. They were visible even through the fabric of the shirt.
“Not bad,” Cam admitted, his gaze lingering on his own name. He wrenched his eyes away and cleared his throat. “Now shoo. I really need to focus before quali.”
“All right, I’m going,” Scott said, stepping forward and kissing him on the cheek. “Good luck, babe.”
“I don’t need luck,” Cam said belatedly.
As the door closed after Scott, Cam sat down on the couch and took a deep breath. But the agitation under his skin refused to go away. Sighing through his gritted teeth, Cam yanked his fly open and pulled out his hard dick.
It wasn’t unusual for him to get aroused before qualifying or a race. Adrenaline and tension could do strange things to a man’s body. Good thing he had time to take care of that before quali.
