“Will Summers,” the man said, stretching out his hand.
Cam shook it. “Scott’s cousin, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Will gave a sardonic smile. “I doubt it was anything good. Scott likes to complain about me.” His tone was good-natured, but his gaze was measuring, assessing. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too.”
Cam had no idea how to interpret that. “Have you?” he said noncommittally, wondering whether Will knew about his... situationship with Scott. The thought didn’t bother him as much as it probably should have. From everything Scott had told him about his cousin, Will Summers wasn’t the type to gossip about other people’s secrets, and Cam trusted Scott’s judgment.
Will snorted softly. “Oh, Scott talks about you all the time. Now I know more about Formula One than I’ve ever wanted to know.”
Cam’s lips twitched. “He’s a big fan.”
“Yes,” Will said, raising his eyebrows. His eyes were a lot like Scott’s, but they were colder, more reserved, closer to gray than blue. Scott’s eyes werepretty. No one in their right mind would call this man’s eyes pretty.
Will studied him. “When he declared that he was into Formula One now, I thought it would be a passing fancy, the way all Scott’s infatuations and obsessions are, but it’s been nearly a year and he’s only become more obsessed. He’s barely missed a race this year.”
Cam shrugged. “He loves watching cars go vroom.”
“Yes,” Will said. “I’m sure that’s what this is about.”
Before Cam could reply, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the subtle scent of familiar cologne filled his nostrils. “You came!”
Cam turned his head immediately, Will Summers forgotten, and met Scott’s lovely eyes inches away from his face. “Hey,” he said, his voice dropping involuntarily. It had been just eight days since they’d last seen each other, but his hands itched to pull Scott closer.
Scott grinned at him, pressing his chest flush against Cam’s side. “I didn’t expect you to make it. You said you had a sponsor thing in Brazil.”
“I did,” Cam said, putting his hand on Scott’s narrow waist. “I managed to wrap it up a bit earlier.” He’d bullied the sponsor into wrapping it up earlier, but Scott didn’t need to know that.
Scott beamed at him, bright-eyed and flushed—so obviously happyto see him that Cam felt drunk on it. Fuck, he wanted to pull him closer and lick into his smiling mouth, right there.
Someone cleared their throat.
Cam dragged his gaze away, belatedly remembering that they weren’t alone.
Will was watching them like a hawk, something surprised in his expression.
“Oh, right,” Scott said. “Will, meet Cam. Now excuse us, we have to—eh, talk.” And taking Cam’s arm, he dragged him away.
Cam let him.
Scott half-steered, half-pulled him into a room down the corridor before slamming the door shut and shoving Cam against it. The next moment, his mouth crashed against him, all tongue and teeth.
Grabbing Scott’s hair, Cam took over the kiss, angling Scott’s head so he could tongue-fuck him deeper. Scott let out a small whimper and sucked on his tongue, his hands roaming all over Cam’s back and then grabbing his ass to grind Cam’s erection hard against his own.
Cam groaned into his mouth. “Lube?”
Scott let out an incredulous laugh. “You think I brought lube to this party? Who do you think I am?”
“A slut,” Cam said, grabbing Scott’s ass and squeezing it.
Scott shivered. “Maybe if you’d told me you were coming, I would’ve,” he mumbled, blushing.
Fuck, he looked beautiful like this: flushed and glassy-eyed, lips wet and swollen from Cam’s kisses. Cam wanted to lick him all over.
“Turn around and put your hands on the door,” he said hoarsely.
It did things to him that Scott obeyed himinstantly.
“Pull your pants down.” Cam yanked his own fly open and pulled his erection out.
