Cam made a strange sound, nuzzling into them. His scruff felt odd against his skin, his hot breath brushing against Scott’s nipple.
Scott shivered.
“Scotty.”
“Hmm?”
“Would it be too strange if I sucked on your tits?”
Scott blinked into the darkness, his face suddenly warm. “Why—why would you even want to?” he choked out.
Cam nuzzled his pecs. “I don’t miss my ex, but I miss sucking on her tits. I’ve always found it comforting when I’m stressed.”
Chuckling harshly, Scott threaded his fingers through Cam’s hair. “Freud would have something to say about it, Richter.” He cleared his throat, his cheeks still uncomfortably warm. “I mean, that would definitely be weird. And I’m sure my boobs don’t compare to your ex-girlfriend’s anyway.”
“Your tits are nice,” Cam said hoarsely, bringing a hand up to knead one carefully. “And your nipples are so big. Don’t tell me your boytoys never sucked on them. Your tits are practically begging for it.”
Jesus.
Scott licked his dry lips. He should say no. Letting Cam suck on his nipples would completely cross the line—the line they’d already crossed multiple times, granted, but this somehow felt more definitive than letting Cam fuck his mouth while they were drunk or letting Cam use his hand as a fleshlight in the dark.
But the mere thought of having Cam’s mouth on his nipples made them tingle in anticipation.
He kind of… He wanted to know what it would feel like.
“God, I can’t believe what I’m letting you get away with,” Scott mumbled with a laugh. “Go ahead, you weirdo.”
Cam latched onto his right tit immediately, as if he’d been waiting for permission—as if he’d been barely restraining himself.
Scott whimpered as Cam’s hot, wet mouth closed on his nipple, sucking and biting on it almost to the point of pain. “Christ, easy there,” he managed.
Cam’s sucks softened slightly, but his mouth was no less hungry, opening wider to take part of the tit into his mouth too, his hand kneading the other greedily.
Scott bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning. His chest had always been sensitive, more sensitive than most men’s, and he’d occasionally liked some nipple play, but this was something else. It felt like his tits were connected directly to his cock, and he was quickly moving to the point of no return.
He whined when Cam pulled off his abused right nipple and latched onto the other. Cam’s hand left his tit for a moment and Scott felt some fumbling between them before he realized that Cam had pulled his cock out. “Your hand,” he said—ordered—rutting against Scott’s thigh.
As if in a dream, Scott found himself wrapping his hand obediently around Cam’s massive cock and giving him a hole to fuck into as Cam sucked on his tits.
Oh god, what was happening to him? Why did he feel like a toy existing only for Cam’s pleasure, Cam’s stress relief—and why was he enjoying it so much? His own arousal felt secondary, his entire world narrowing to Cam’s cock fucking his hand, Cam’s mouth abusing his nipples.
Hedidn’t loosen his grip around Cam’s cock until he felt Cam shudder and spill into his hand, groaning against his tits.“You’re so fucking good to me,” Cam said, and—
And Scott fuckingcame. Just like that. Completely untouched.
He stared at the dark ceiling in confusion, freaked out of his mind.
***
The weird part was howtotally normal it all felt despite being utterly weird rationally. The paradox of it messed with his head, making him question his sanity, because Cam treated no differently the next day, as if Scott hadn’t jerked him off the previous two nights, as if what they’d done last night was totally normal. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
And maybe itwasn’t.Scott was just giving a friend a hand—literally. Relieving his tension. There was no use reading into it.
Except Scott had never really been the selfless type. He’dneverdone something for another person in his life without getting something out of it. That was the unsettling part about the whole thing. He understood whyCamwas doing it: he was getting free orgasms with no strings attached. But why washedoing it? Why was he spending every night jerking off his straight friend when he could have been getting laid by any number of cute twinks hanging around the paddock, batting their eyelashes at him?
The irrationality of it, of his own selfless behavior, annoyed him to no end. Will was right: this was very unlike him. His friendship with Cam was nothing like his other friendships—he likedpleasingCam a bit too much for that to be healthy. It wasn’t fucking normal that some primitive part of his brain liked relieving a friend’s stress. He wasn’t a fucking stress pill. Scott was starting to get creeped out by how content he was just being around Cam, letting his whole world revolve around Cam’sneeds. It wasn’t him. Scott had always been a selfish asshole, and his own behavior around Cam was genuinely weirding him out lately.
Not to mention that strange orgasm last night… Had he—had he come from beingpraised? From being told how good he was to Cam?
