“Why aren’t you looking at me, then?”
Finally, Cam turned his head. Their faces were so close Scott suddenly felt a little... uneasy. Thoughuneasywasn’t quite the right word, either.
“We’re good,” Cam said. “I wouldn’t invite you to share my room otherwise, would I?”
Scott blinked. “Wait, what?” Belatedly, he glanced around and realized this hotel room was just that—a large bedroom with a living room space, not a spacious suite with two bedrooms like in Silverstone.
Scott stared at the bed. “Are we going to share it?”
Cam shrugged. “Unless you want to sleep on this couch, yes.”
Scott glanced down at the small couch they were sitting on. Yeah, no. It was a perfectly good piece of furniture, but it definitely wasn’t suitable for a six-foot-tall man.
“Bed it is,” Scott said with a forced chuckle.
Fuck, this was going to be so awkward.
***
He’d been wrong—it wasn’t awkward at all. If anything, it was a little disturbing how easily he and Cam cohabitated, even after what had happened. Scott usually got irritated whenever he had to share space with his boyfriends—he hated seeing someone else’s things mixed in with his, or seeing someone else’s messy toiletries on the bathroom counter.
Cam was… not exactly conflictless. It was just that his rough edges never seemed to catch on Scott’s.
Even getting into bed with him somehow wasn’t awkward.
They bid each other good night, easy and unceremonious, and Scott fell asleep without any trouble. The steady sound of Cam’s breathing beside him was better than any lullaby. The pillow smelled good—clean laundry and something masculineand vaguely familiar—and Scott turned his face into it as he drifted off.
Scott wasn’t sure what had woken him at first.
He hovered in that foggy space between sleep and waking, listening without quite meaning to. The room was dark and quiet, the kind of deep night silence where every small movement seemed louder than it should.
Then he heard it.
A soft, slick noise. Skin shifting against skin.
Oh.
Cam was jerking off. Right there. In bed next to him.
Scott’seyes stayed closed, but suddenly he was wide awake, aware of everything—the warmth trapped under the blankets, the faint smell of Cam on the pillow, the subtle change in Cam’s breathing beside him, a little heavier. A little less steady. The mattress shifted now and then with small, careful movements, restrained enough that Scott might have slept through them if he hadn’t already been half-awake. In Cam’s defense, he probably thought Scott was asleep.And, to be fair, Scott had been.
Now he wasn’t sure what to do. If he moved, Cam would know he was awake. And that would just be awkward, right? More awkward than this was.
So Scott stayed still, listening—and, despite himself, paying far more attention than he probably should have.
The problem was, he knew what that cock looked like, what it tasted like. Imagining it now, thick and hard, in Cam’s hand was... It was unsettling.He couldn’t listen to this. He shouldn’t be listening to this. This was too weird.
Scott moved with a sleepy sigh, as if he was just waking up and had no clue what Cam was doing.
The noise stopped.
“I thought you were asleep,” Cam said after a moment, his voice sounding very normal. Not even a little breathless.
“I was,” Scott said, turning to him. It was too dark to see anything, but he still squinted, trying to make out whether Cam’s hand was still on his dick. “Not sure what woke me up. Why are you awake?”
“Can’t sleep.”
Scott hummed. “Stressed about the weekend?”
