Yes. The answer sprang to his mind with baffling, humiliating speed. He should have felt queasy at the prospect of fucking a man—and frankly, he did—but the thought of fuckingScottmade his dick harden almost instantly. Maybe itwasaPavlovian response at this point. But whatever the reason, he definitely wouldn’t say no if Scott let him fuck him.
“Yes, if you’re offering,” he said in a clipped voice, continuing to throw his clothes into his suitcase.
“And if I let you do it, you won’t fuck anyone else?”
Frowning, Cam paused and turned around.
Scott was standing in the doorway, his expression uncharacteristically uncertain. There was none of his usual cocky confidence, something almost anxious around the lines of his eyes.
Cam’s stomach lurched unpleasantly. “Jesus, you don’t have to do it—quit looking like you’re going to be sick. I can find hundreds of willing women—”
“No,” Scott snapped. “I’ll do it.”
Ignoring the way his dick instantly went full mast, Cam said carefully, “It isn’t a turn-on for me if the other person isn’t actually into it.” It wasn’t entirely true, if he were being honest. Normally it would be the truth, but something aboutScottnot wanting to do it but being willing to spread his legs for him anyway scratched some deep, primitive itch in his brain. Cam wasn’t proud of it. He’d thought he was a better man. Apparently not.
“You’re so full of it,” Scott said, apparently not buying his lie, either. His shoulders loosened, something like humor flickering in his eyes as he glanced down at Cam’s crotch. Humor and… relief? “You want to fuck me, whether I want it or not.”
Heat pulled to Cam’s crotch, making his cock ache.
“All right,” Scott said, striding to the bed and flopping down onto it.
He met Cam’s eyes firmly, his gaze feverish with intensity. “Let’s do it.”
Chapter 16
Scott came out to his parents at sixteen.
His mom wept, then pulled him into a tight hug. His dad went very quiet, saying nothing for a long time.
“As long as you behave like a man,” he said at last, his lips twisting. “I don’t care who you sleep with, as long as you don’t embarrass this family or act like those limp-wristed sissies who take it up the ass.”
Unease settled low in Scott’s stomach, but he knew this was a better reaction than what most gay teenagers got from their parents. They didn’t disown him. In their own way, they were even supportive—as long as he still behavedlike a man.
Looking back, Scott knew his dad’s words had messed him up. They had shaped the way he’d conducted himself in all his relationships.
But he wasn’t sixteen anymore. He was twenty-eight, agrown adult who knew better. Rationally, he knew taking it up the ass wouldn’t make him less of a man. He knew it.
But—
“Second thoughts?” Cam said.
“No,” Scott said, rolling onto his back and meeting Cam’s dark eyes.The anxiety under his skin eased a little. Cam had that effect on him, which was always both comforting and maddening.Right now, when he was naked and was about to befucked in the ass for the first time in his life, it was immensely comforting.
“You’re barely hard,” Cam stated, his eyes flicking down to Scott’s crotch as he pushed his own jeans down and kicked them off along with his boxer briefs.
Unlike him, Cam was very very hard.Cam wanted him.
Scott licked his lips and averted his gaze. “Never mind it. It’s not you. I want to do it.”
The look Cam shot him was distinctly skeptical but he didn’t argue. He pushed Scott’s thighs wide and settled between them.
Christ. Seeing his own long, muscular legs spread like a whore’s, pushed wide by Cam’s hips… it looked so fucking wrong. Taboo.
Scott braced himself and watched Cam prod between his legs with lubed fingers. “Just do it,” he said, breathing unsteadily.
“No,” Cam said, pushing a slick finger into him. “Lay down and be quiet.”
“It’s lie down,” Scott managed as another finger joined the first.
