“We were kind of in the middle of a conversation,” Annie said pointedly.
Scott gave her a smile that was nowhere near as charming as his usual ones. “Were you,” he said, his smile all teeth. “Did you tell him you were trans, sweetheart?”
Cam blinked at him. What?
He looked back at Annie, who was blushing and glaring daggers at Scott. “It’s hardly relevant, is it? I’m a woman.”
“Sure,” Scott said easily. “And a stunning one. But I’d hate for you to waste your time. He’s allergic to dick, no matter how pretty you are.”
Cam felt Annie’s questioning gaze on him, but he couldn’t look away from Scott.
What an asshole, he thought fondly and only vaguely registered Annie striding away with a huff.
“That was a dick move,” Cam said.
Scott raised his eyebrows, his grip on Cam’s wrist tightening. “Why? I saved her from heartbreak. You were getting her hopes up by being an oblivious idiot.”
Cam cocked his head to the side. “Why are you so sure I’d have run away screaming if I saw her dick when I undressed her? I’m not that bigoted. She is a woman. A beautiful one.”
A crease formed between Scott’s brows. His lips pursed. “You wouldn’t have freaked out at the sight of an erection? Really?”
Cam took a sip of his drink. “I didn’t freak out when I saw yours, did I?” he murmured dryly.
Scott flushed. “That’s different. You didn’t—we weren’t having sex. Not real sex.”
Cam looked at him carefully. Sometimes he’d wondered what Scott thought of their... little arrangement. Scott had always been so adamant about Cam not being his type—and Cam did believe him, because he’d seen what type of guys Scott went out with—but Scotty also seemed oddly willing to do whatever Cam wanted. And heenjoyedit—Scott couldn’t hide it from him—which was why the whole arrangement was getting weirder by the day.
“Oral is still sex,” Cam said, keeping his tone mild even as he watched Scott’s reaction sharply. He wasn’t even sure why he was pushing. There was something about Scott that always made him want to push, test his boundaries. Test how far Scotty wouldlethim push. It wasn’t normal. Cam was self-aware enough to admit it. Which was why he needed to get laid—by a woman.
Scott scowled, a flush appearing on his cheekbones. “You know what I mean,” he said stiffly. “Fine, if you’re that into her, go after her! I’m not stopping you.”
Cam looked down at Scott’s iron grip around his wrist and raised his eyebrows.
Scott blinked at his own hand, as if struggling to process where it was. He let go with a huff. “Go ahead, go bang that—” He pursed his lips tightly, clearly cutting himself off before he could say something he would regret.
“You know, for a gay man, you’re being a right bigot,” Cam said, eyeing him curiously.
Scott crossed his arms over his chest and shot him a sullen look. “I’m not. I’ll have you know, I have plenty of trans friends. Not wanting that woman near you doesn’t make me a bigot.”
Cam’s lips twitched. “Then what does it make you?”
“A dick,” Scott said with a rueful smile, grabbing his wrist again, lower this time, practically holding his hand. “A dick who doesn’t like sharing. If you must have a token LGBT friend, it has to be me and no one else. You’re mine.”
Cam blinked slowly, trying to process it. His stomach knotted up with a strange feeling he couldn’t quite decipher. “You do realize you’re being weird, right?” he said with a wry smile.
Scott shrugged. “I’m an only child. I’ve been spoiled my whole life. I’ve always been a selfish shit who’s terrible at sharing—just ask Will.”
“I actually can’t wait to meet him,” Cam said. Hewasimmensely curious what kind of little terror Scott had been growing up. His cousin would know.
Chuckling, Scott leaned toward him, but whatever he was about to say was interrupted by another voice.
“What’s taken you so long, Scott? You left to get our drinks ages ago.”
Cam turned his head, and sure enough, the twink Scott had been flirting with was standing there, looking at them curiously.
“Roy, this is Cam,” Scott said after a moment, his eyes narrowing a little when Roy gave Cam an appreciative once-over. “Cam was nice enough to accompany me to this party, despite being straight.”
Cam snorted and leaned in to Scott’s ear. “Subtle. You might as well piss around me, mark your territory properly.”
