Trust - sneak peek to draft of Travis Cloke/Cam Wood one-shot
“Are you serious? You can’t leave the club…”
“Who said anything about me leaving, LP?”
“Rumours are going around…”
“Don’t you worry about that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“You don’t need to. I’m not going anywhere.”
“But people are saying-”
“A whole lot of bull, Cam. Don’t listen to them, ‘kay?” Travis pegged his friend with a hard look. Cameron blinked and looked away as one of the trainers passed them and told them to look lively.
“Bucks wants you in the back room in five.”
Travis nodded then returned his sharp gaze to Cam. “Trust me, ‘kay?”
Cameron frowned, but the bigger male didn’t give him time to respond just leaned into him, pressing him against the wall. He swallowed hard as he met Travis’ firm gaze.
“Trust me,” the words were a growl. When Cameron didn’t reply, Travis slid his hand down the front of his shorts and gripped him firmly. “Trust me.” The taller male gulped at the sudden contact.
“Trav…”he cleared his throat several times. “I…don’t think I can trust you…with your hand down my pants.” A smart response and one he knew he probably shouldn’t have made. Travis squeezed him once then pulled his hand free and stalked for the door.
Cameron grumbled to himself, “Bloody Cloke…”
Travis paused in the doorway and murmured low, without looking back, “Don’t, Cam.” Cameron muttered an apology, but judging by the expression on his friend’s face that wouldn’t be the last he would hear of it.