Cam gave him a flat look.
Scott smiled wider. “See? Emotionally constipated.”
Cam rolled his eyes.
Scott tilted his head. “Seriously, though. P2 isn’t bad.”
“It’s not good enough,” Cam bit out. “I had no grip in the last sector, and Hunter beat me by a tenth.”
“Tragic,” Scott said solemnly. “An entire tenth of a second. Your career is clearly over. You should probably retire.”
“At twenty-nine?”
“Better to leave before your knees start creaking.”
Cam barked out a reluctant laugh. “You’re a dick.”
“I’ve been told. Usually by people I end up befriending.”
Another laugh escaped Cam before he could stop it. “Yeah, not happening,” he said, but some of the tension eased from his shoulders.
“Never say never,” Scott said, patting him lightly on the arm. “I’ve been told I’m irresistible.”
Cam tensed, suppressing the urge to flinch away from the touch. Technically, there was nothing wrong with it. “Whoever told you that lied,” he said, his eyes following Scott’s hand as it left his bicep. He wasn’t even sure when Scott had gotten close enough for them to touch. “And you’re staying with Ferrari. You probably cheered for Hunter when he got pole.”
Scott chuckled. “I’m hanging out at Ferrari’s hospitality because they have the best food and atmosphere. Their drivers do nothing for me. No offense to Hunter—I’m not into that rugged bully vibe at all. As I said, I like twinks.”
Cam gave him a pinched look. “Then you must be a fan of Oliver Dapper.”
Scott laughed. “Are you kidding? He’s such a mediocre driver, no matter how great his ass looks in a racing suit. I’m shallow, but I’m notthatshallow.”
“That’s good to know,” Cam said dryly.
“I wouldn’t say no to fucking him, though,” Scott said, tapping a finger against his lips thoughtfully. “His assisfantastic.”
Grimacing, Cam looked away.
“What? Too much for your hetero sensibilities?” Although Scott’s voice was still playful, there was a sharper edge to it.
“A little,” Cam admitted, looking back at him. “I don’t really...”
Scott’s expression turned searching. Piercing. “What?” he asked, his tone unexpectedly serious. “You don’t talk to gay men?”
Cam shrugged. He couldn’t exactly admit that Scott was the first openly gay man he’d exchanged more than two words with. That would make him sound very close-minded.Washe close-minded? He’d never really thought about it much. He’d never had a reason to.
“The opportunity doesn’t come up a lot in this line of work. I’ve been racing since I was six.”
“Oh,” Scott said softly, cocking his head. There was a new understanding in his eyes. “And you didn’t go to school either, right?”
Cam shrugged again. “Most of us didn’t. Racing professionally requires a lot of traveling from early childhood. Not exactly conducive to attending school. Even those of us who have degrees barely attended classes.”
“All things considered, I’m surprised you guys don’t communicate in grunts,” Scott said with a small smile.
“Sometimes we do,” Cam said, his gaze flicking down to those smiling lips. The guy was gay. That meant those lips had been wrapped around dicks. Probably plenty of them.
Cam’s stomach clenched in revulsion.
Though... maybe not that many if the guy really preferred being the dominant one. Unlikely, though. Cam couldn’t imagine a healthy gay man who wouldn’t want to stuff his cock into that mouth and make him choke on it.
