“I’m totally serious. Like you said, it’s not like we haven’t done worse than you jerking off next to me. I mean, I can’t even see you.” Scott’s stroked Cam’s tense abs with his thumb. “You’re so wound up. This isn’t good for you. You need to be at your most focused this weekend. Just pretend I’m not here.” What the hell. Scott wasn’t even surewhyhe was pushing for it, but his heart was speeding up, his mouth suddenly dry.
Cam gave a harsh chuckle. “It’s not exactly easy to pretend you aren’t here when you’re all over me.”
“I can move away if you’re that bothered,” Scott murmured.
But he didn’t move an inch.
Cam didn’t make him. “This is weird, you know,” he said, but Scott could feel him move his hand down. Then there was the unmistakable sound of flesh moving against flesh, slightly slick.
Cam was touching himself with Scott right there, cuddled up against him. It should have felt much weirder than it did.Scott’s hand was on Cam’s twitching abs. He could feel his musclestense every time Cam stroked his cock. This was so fucking inappropriate. Hell, downright unhinged.
But it didn’tfeelwrong. If anything, Scott felt a strange thrill that Cam didn’t mind him being so close while he jerked off. This ease, this codependent intimacy between them stroked his hindbrain, making something warm and intoxicating curl in his stomach.
“Are you close?” Scott murmured, brushing his thumb over Cam’s happy trail.
Cam just grunted, the slippery sounds growing faster. Judging by the sound of it, he must have been leaking precome profusely… his cock was probably hard and angry in Cam’s hand… so fucking thick.
Scott belatedly became aware that he was grinding against the outer side of Cam’s thigh. He was hard too. Then again, it wasn’t surprising. Just a sympathy boner. Anyone would feel aroused when someone was jerking off less than an inch away from them.
Not wanting to freak Cam out, Scott pulled his hips back and slipped his hand into his boxers. Burying his face against Cam’s bicep, he started stroking his cock. He thought about the pretty flight attendant he’d flirted with during his flight, about his full lips and tight little body. He’d slipped Scott his number. Maybe he should give him a call and get laid, fuck into his tight—
Scott’s fantasies came to a screeching halt when he felt a hand on his hand—on the hand that was on Cam’s happy trail.
“If you’re going to keep touching me like this, make yourself useful,” Cam said roughly, before moving Scott’s hand lower and wrapping it around Cam’s hard cock.
All thoughts about the pretty flight attendant left Scott’s head. All he could focus on now was the thick cock in his hand. A cock. In his hand. It was ridiculous. It was hardly the first cock he’d ever touched. Hell, he’d even had this cock in hismouth. But somehow, this felt nerve-racking.Wrong. He was completely sober for one thing.
But he didn’t resist as Cam moved his hand with his, showing him the pressure and rhythm he wanted. He complied passively, letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight. A hole to fuck.
It was the single most surreal sexual experience in his life. Scott didn’t do passive. He didn’t let himself beused.
And yet. His heart beating fast against his ribcage, he let Cam use his hand to get off. Cam’s cock was becoming more slippery, so hard and thick. Scott couldn’t focus on anything else. Just that hard rod. Attached to a friend. Throbbing in his hand. Cam’s hand wrapped around his.
His breath unsteady, Cam squeezed his hand over Scott’s, using it to fist his cock harder and faster, the wet noise obscene in the silence of the room—until he finally came all over their hands.
For a long moment, there was only silence. Then Cam released Scott’s hand.
Belatedly, Scott let Cam’s softening dick go and wiped his hand on the sheets.
“Thanks,” Cam said, sounding already half-asleep.
“Don’t mention it,” Scott said, staring at the dark ceiling.
And that was that.
Chapter 11
At first Scott had thought it would be a one-time thing. Something that happened once and then never again.
He certainly hadn’t expected that his hand would be wrapped around Cam’s cock the very next night.
This time Cam didn’t wait until they fell asleep.
“The car is a fucking tractor,” he ground out in frustration, turning toward Scott in the dark. “I don’t know if we can find performance before tomorrow.”
Scott could feel Cam’s frustration with his skin, so he pulled him close, figuring a little cuddle would help. Cam always reacted well to a hug.
Except he’d forgotten that he was bare chested—it was too hot to sleep in a T-shirt—and the movement pressed Cam’s face against his pecs.
