“A bit,” Cam said. “Hunter’s closer in the championship than I’m comfortable with. The car is fucking shit this season, an oversteery mess.”
Scott made a sympathetic noise, even though he didn’t really understand what that meant. He just liked watching hot guys drive cars fast; sue him. “That sucks,” he said. “Want a cuddle?”
There was a moment’s silence.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cam said.
“It’s not ridiculous,” Scott said with a grin. “Hugs have been scientifically proven to make people feel less stressed.”Scooting closer, he wrapped his arm around Cam’s stomach.The feeling of Cam’s happy trail startled him a little. He usually shared a bed with younger twinks who kept themselves meticulously groomed, so touching a half-naked man with body hair felt a bit strange. Novel.
Cam was very still at first, his body tense. Scott half-expected him to peel his arm off and shove him away.
He didn’t.
After a few seconds, Cam let out a slow breath that softened the hard line of his stomach under Scott’s arm, not relaxing exactly, but the tension easing by a fraction.
But Scott was hyperaware of everything at once: the steady rise and fall of Cam’s chest, the faint scratch of body hair against his forearm every time either of them breathed. It was… nice. Scott pressed his face against Cam’s bare arm—against his bicep. Just to get comfortable. Cam smelled like soap and something warm and masculine that Scott had noticed earlier. Up close like this, the scent wrapped around him in a way that made his chest feel oddly tight.
Cam shifted slightly, turning just enough that Scott’s arm slid more securely across his waist. The movement brought their legs closer together.
Scott tried very hard not to think about what had woken him up in the first place. About Cam’s hand stroking his—
No, he wasn’t going there.
He wasn’t.
But his brain, traitorous thing that it was, supplied the memory anyway. And now he couldn’t stop wondering. Was Cam still…
Scott squeezed his eyes shut.
Why did he even care? It wasn’t relevant. It was extremely not relevant. Cam was straight. They’d already established that. They were good. Totally normal. Bros who had accidentally hadsex once and now cuddled platonically in the middle of the night. Very normal.
Scott shifted again. He was just getting comfortable. His knee brushed Cam’s thigh, and then—
Cam inhaled sharply.
Oh.
Scott’s stomach did a small flip-flop.
“Sorry,” Cam said roughly. “I was kind of in the middle of something when you woke up.”
There were two ways he could react to that: make it weird or make light of it. Scott chose the latter.
“Naughty,” he said, smiling against Cam’s bicep. “And here I thought you were too prudish and homophobic to touch your dick next to a gay man. What if I got ideas?”
Cam snorted. “It would be a little too late for that. Considering that I’ve already had my dick in your mouth.”
Scott swallowed, heat pulling to his crotch. Then again, it was normal to get a little turned on when talking about sex at night.
“I’m glad we can joke about it,” he murmured, stroking Cam’s happy trail absentmindedly. “I’d hate to lose our friendship over this.” His face warmed a little. He usually didn’t… he usually wasn’t really the type to talk about such things honestly. Turning everything into a joke was more of his thing.
But he’d told Will the truth: he feltgoodaround Cam in a way that cut through his usual superficial bullshit. He didn’t want to lose this. Lose him.
“Me, too,” Cam said. “Though you should stop touching me there. You aren’t helping, mate.”
Scott’s hand went still. “Sorry,” he said into Cam’s bicep, but he didn’t remove his hand from Cam’s abs. “You should take care of your problem. Never mind me.”
“You can’t be serious,” Cam choked out with a laugh.
