The thought unsettled him. He’d never thought he had a praise kink.
Fuck, maybe he should pick someone up. A cute guy or two. Deal with this confusion the old-fashioned way. Spend less time getting Cam off and more time getting himself off—getting himself off normally.
That was how Scott found himself unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and strolling down the paddock. He was tall, handsome, and fit. He knew he drew people’s eyes. It was Saturday morning after FP3, and there was no shortage of VIP guests around. Some of them were bound to be queer and available.
Feeling someone’s appreciative gaze on him, Scott glanced around until his eyes locked with a pretty guy standing by Ferrari’s hospitality. A bit taller than he normally would go for, but he was slender and good-looking, with nice dark eyes. They were gleaming with interest as he licked his pretty lips. Nice little body. His long legs would look fantastic wrapped around Scott’s waist—
A heavy hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his fantasies.
“Here you are,” Cam said, steering him back to McLaren’s hospitality in a rather bossy manner. “I was looking for you.”
Scott glanced back at the pretty guy but his body was already moving, allowing itself to be steered away. Infuriating. And more than a little baffling.
Sighing inwardly, Scott studied Cam curiously. There was visible tension around Cam’s eyes and jaw, his shoulders stiff.
“Hey, what’s up?” Scott said, his voice softening without him consciously meaning it to. “Is it because of FP3? I know you were just sixth, but it’s called freepracticefor a reason, right?”
Cam shot him a strange look before averting his gaze. “Yeah. But I had no grip. The car is all over the place. I’ll need a small miracle to put it on pole in an hour.”
Scott clicked his tongue sympathetically and frowned at the way Cam’s fingers were clenching. “You definitely won’t be putting it on pole if you don’t stop stressing over it. You’re practically vibrating, babe.”
“I know,” Cam ground out as they entered the McLaren hospitality.
“Maybe a short catnap before quali would help?” Scott suggested.
Cam shook his head jerkily. “I’m too wired up. I can’t sleep like this.” He paused, a muscle in his cheek flexing.
Scott frowned in confusion before he realized that Cam’s pupils were dilated and there was a noticeable bump in his crotch. “Seriously?” he choked out. “Now?”
Glancing around, Cam took Scott’s wrist and dragged him into the restroom they were passing. “It’s just tension and adrenaline,” he said stiffly. “Happens sometimes to drivers. It’s normal.”
Locking the restroom door, Cam sagged back against it, his jaw clenched tight, before he cursed under his breath and yanked his fly open. “I have to deal with this before quali.”
“Um,” Scott said, wide-eyed. “Shouldn’t I leave?”
Cam snorted. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.” His dark eyes gleamed with an emotion Scott couldn’t read. “It will be faster with you here anyway.” He pulled his black boxer briefs downand his cock sprang free, already hard.
Scott wet his lips with his tongue. Fuck. He’d known Cam was big—he’d touched this cock multiple times—but actually seeing it in daylight was a different matter entirely. It looked obscene like this. Thick. Hard. So fucking big.
As though in a trance, he watched his own hand reach out and wrap around Cam’s cock.
Cam sucked in a breath, his head falling back against the door, his dark eyes growing heavy-lidded.
Why are you doing this again?a voice yelled at the back of his mind.He hasn’t even asked you to do it!
But hewantedto do it. He needed to do it. That strange desire to please Cam and make him feel good was rearing its weird, ugly head again, and he started stroking Cam’s cock with long, greedy strokes. He wanted to make him come. He needed to make him come.
He half-expected Cam to close his eyes and pretend it was someone else jerking him off, but he did no such thing, his dark eyes fixed on Scott’s very male hand working his cock.
“You’re good at this,” Cam ground out after a while. “Very good.”
Scott nearly whimpered, the praise sending a jolt of arousal through him. Fuck, what the fuck. “I have a dick too,” he said lightly. “Of course I know how to handle one.”
Cam’s eyes flickered to the dick in question—currently straining Scott’s pants rather painfully. “You’re hard.”
Scott scoffed, hoping he wasn’t blushing. “I’m gay, dude. It’s completely normal to be a little turned on in this situation.” Granted, he was well past “a little turned on,” but that was splitting hairs.
Cam stared at Scott’s crotch intently, his expression unreadable.
