Can snorted. “Your Italian is horrible,” he said, his arms coming up around Scott and pulling him into a loose hug.
Scott sank into it, relief washing over him at how not weird it felt. He’d been a little afraid that Cam would freak out after Zandvoort, but it didn’t seem to be the case. Thank god.
For a moment, the strength of his own relief took him aback. He usually had an easier attitude toward friendship. He didn’t fret over offending or losing friends—he had a lot of them. But with Cam, it felt different. He was different. Special.His.His friend.
Scott breathed in the familiar scent of Cam’s aftershave before reluctantly pulling back. “How are we feeling this weekend? Car good?”
Cam shrugged, his dark eyes roaming over Scott’s face. “Won’t know until the practice. You settling in well?”
Scott took Cam’s hand and tugged him toward the couch. Making Cam sit down, he snuggled up against him with a sigh of relief. “I’m exhausted,” he mumbled, letting his head fall on Cam’s shoulder. “Opening a new European branch sounded so exciting on paper, but in reality I’m being buried in paperwork.”
Cam slung an arm around his shoulders. “You’re enjoying it.” It was a statement, not a question.
“A bit,” Scott admitted, wondering when Cam had learned to spot the difference between when he was whining for the sakeof whining and when he was whining because he was honestly fed up. “It is exhausting, but it’s challenging in a good way too, you know?”
Cam hummed. “I get it,” he said, and yeah, he probably did, considering what he did for a living.
They sat in companionable silence for a while, and Scott felt no inclination to fill it. That, in itself, was unusual for him. Glancing down, he realized he was absently stroking Cam’s fingers. They were basically holding hands. And Cam was letting him.
Clearing his throat, Scott untangled their fingers and got to his feet. “All right, I’ll go take a nap before Free Practice. I’m beat.”
Cam’s eyebrows drew together as he stood up too. “Are you staying at this hotel too?”
Scott shook his head, yawning. “Booked the one a block away.”
“You can take a nap here,” Cam said, laying a hand on Scott’s nape and steering him toward the bedroom.
Scott considered protesting, but Cam’s hand felt so good on his neck, and hewasbeat, and Cam’s bed looked very inviting. It probably smelled of him too.
“All right,” Scott said, flopping down on it on his belly.
“Shoes off,” Cam said dryly.
“Mmm.”
Chuckling, Cam tugged Scott’s shoes off himself when Scott didn’t move. Scott’s pants followed suit.
“You’re the best,” Scott mumbled, burying his face in Cam’s pillow and sighing happily, his eyelids already heavy. “Love you.”
Cam didn’t say anything.
Then, the mattress dipped beside him. “I could use a nap too,” Cam said, slinging a heavy arm around Scott’s back and burying his face in his nape.
Scott went still, his heart starting to beat faster. Although they hugged plenty, they had never really done it like this. Cam was practically on top of him. And he was, like, nuzzling his neck? The position itself wasn’t one Scott was used to. He wasn’t used to having a heavy man on top of him and behind him like this. He was normally the one on top. This was… weird. Weirder than anything they’d done together. It felt unexpectedly nice, though. The warmth, the scent, the sensation of being crushed beneath Cam’s body... It was like being wrapped in a warm, protective cocoon. He could stay like this forever.
Wrong, something whispered at the back of his mind, his stomach squirming. This was wrong.
So Scott shifted a little onto his side. Being the little spoon was unusual for him too but it was less… emasculating.
He froze when he felt Cam’s hand slip under his shirt and absently cup his pec. At least Scottassumedit was absentminded, but started to have doubts when Cam began kneading his tit.
“My pecs aren’t stress balls, buddy,” Scott muttered lightly, biting his lip to stop himself from making any noise. His titsweresensitive, and every time Cam squeezed them, his nipples ached, craving more friction. More stimulation. The image ofCam sucking on them pushed to the forefront of his mind, and Scott barely swallowed a moan.
“They aren’t?” Cam said into his nape, still groping his chest shamelessly. “Your tits are better than many women’s. So nice to the touch.”
The praise sent a jolt of heat to his crotch, just like last time. God, this was horrible. What was happening to him?
“Stop being weird,” Scott said with a breathless laugh, his face warm. His nipples wereaching. He wanted Cam to pinch them. Or maybe suck on them.
