“You didn’t want me to have sex with Annie, either,” Cam said, eyeing him.
Scott clenched his jaw and said nothing.
Cam considered him for a moment.“All right, we’re leaving.”
“Where are we going?” Scott said, but let Cam steer him away.
“Back to the hotel,” Cam said. “This isn’t the place for this conversation.”
He considered looking for their hosts to thank them for their hospitality, but he couldn’t see them anywhere. And frankly, he wasn’t in the mood to put on a social smile. This whole messed-up situation had left his nerves frayed.
They were quiet during the drive back to the hotel.
Cam paid for the taxi and steered Scott roughly toward his room.
“All right,” he said, shutting the door and turning to Scott. “Let’s talk.”
A muscle in Scott’s jaw worked. He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. “What is there to talk about?”
Cam gave him a flat look, unable to believe Scott was still playing the oblivious card. “Unless I’m misreading it completely, you don’t want me to fuckanyone, and that has nothing to do with you wanting to be my only LGBT friend or whatever bullshit you were trying to feed me.”
Scott blinked slowly and laughed. “That’s—that’s ridiculous!”
“Is it?” Cam said, stepping closer. “You threw a fit when I was about to hook up with that trans woman. Except you refused to let me sleep with a cis woman, too.”
Scott pursed his lips tightly. “I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here.”
Cam stepped even closer, their faces inches apart now. “Yes, you do. Cut the bullshit, Scotty.”
Scott’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “If you’re trying to imply I was jealous, that’s ridiculous. You aren’t even my type, you know that.”
The words probably shouldn’t have irritated him so much.
“Yes. You’ve told me that countless times. You’re into slim, cute twinks.”
“Exactly,” Scott said, though there was wariness in his expression now.
Cam eyed him for a moment. Maybe he should let it go. Maybe he shouldn’t push. But. He was sick and tired of the mixed signals he was getting here.
That’s not the only reason you want to push, a dark little voice said at the back of his head.
Cam ignored it.
He looked Scott in the eye and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Scott opened his mouth and closed it without saying anything. His cheeks bright red, he glared at Cam sullenly. “Of course not,” he said at last. “I’m a top. Exclusively. Everyone knows it.”
Cam smiled faintly. “Yes, you’re quick to let everyone know that.”
“What the hell are you implying?”
Cam put a hand on Scott’s face and gripped his chin. “For someone who constantly accuses me of being homophobic, you’re pretty prejudiced yourself,” he said. “Being gay is all fine and good as long as you aren’t the one taking it up the ass, right?”
Scott scowled at him. “That’s not—it’s not like that! I’m hardly the only gay man who prefers to top.”
“You don’tpreferto top,” Cam said, his lips twisting. “You’ve never tried anything else, so it’s not a genuine preference but something based on the prejudice against something you’ve never actually tried.”
Scott gave a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “By that logic, straight people who’ve never tried sex with people of their own sex aren’t actually straight. That’s not how it works.”
