Viner BoyxBoy Cute & Smut Imagines

I'm Scared (Cash Cute)

Ship: Cameron Dallas x Nash Grier

Cam and Nash argue about Nash hiding his obvious feelings for Cam.

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"OK, guys, one more dare," Nash said into his webcam with a cheeky grin. The comments on the YouNow stream continued to go wild. Cam was sat on the bed next to him reading through them. He was shirtless from a previous dare.

  "Yoga challenge, prank Hayes, kiss," Cam read out loud. "Run outside naked, kiss, make out. Nash, I think they might want us to kiss."

  Nash rolled his eyes. "We're not kissing." He told everyone. "We have to go though. We'll do more dares next time. Bye."

  Nash crossed off YouNow and closed his laptop.

  "That was abrupt," Cam said, leaning back on the bed with his hands under his head.

  "Why do you have do that?" Nash said angrily, trying not to stare at Cam's bare chest.

  "Do what?"

  "Say they want us to kiss."

  "I was just reading the comments."

  "You could have skipped those ones."

  Cam raised an eyebrow. "It was just comments."

  "Whatever." Nash picked up his laptop and stormed from Cam's room.

  "What's wrong with you?" Cam called after him. But Nash ignored him and Cam heard him stomp downstairs. Cam shook his head and followed. He'd had enough of Nash getting angry at him and only explaining it with a lousy 'whatever'.

  He ran downstairs to the open plan living room and kitchen. Nash was plugging his laptop into charge by the leather sofa.

  "Nash, why're you so angry?"

  Nash spun around. "Because you forget what position we're in. You only have to say one thing and the fangirls pounce on it. You talking about us kissing has probably inspired another thousand fanfictions."

  "Bro, you need to chill."

  "Don't tell me to chill, Cam. We have millions of people watching us. Speculating on what's going on after the camera turns off. I don't want to spur them on."

  "You didn't used to mind me joking about us kissing."

  "Well, now I do."

  "Why? I know you like me. The whole world can see you like me. That's why they speculate."

  "Fuck off. I don't." Nash looked down at his feet to avoid looking at Cam.

  Cam stepped a bit closer to him. "Nash," he said in a gentler tone. "You have to stop bottling everything up. I haven't questioned you because I didn't want to make you distance yourself from me, but I can't keep carrying on like this. There's too much going unsaid between us and by not dealing with it. We're letting everyone else say it for us, but not in the right way. I can't keep subtweeting you and hope you realise it's about you, like our fans do."

  Nash frowned at him and ran a hand through his hair. "What are you talking about?"

  "Nash, stop it. You know what I'm talking about. Stop acting dumb to hide away from things. You know we play flirted in the first few months after we met and the fans loved our cute tweets to each other and our constant messing around, but as soon as they made Cash a thing and everything became real you ran away. You ran away from me."

  Nash could hear the hurt in Cam's voice. The hurt he knew he'd caused. "I didn't mean to," he mumbled.

  "But you did." Cam felt tears in his eyes and willed himself not to cry. "You cut everything back to being friends on and off camera when you knew how I felt. We didn't need to talk about how we felt because I knew we could both feel it without saying it out loud. That's how strong our bond grew. But for some reason you ignored it and it killed me." Cam felt warm tears start to drop down his cheeks. "And now I can't even read a fucking comment on YouNow without you getting angry at me. I can't pretend I'm OK anymore. I can't pretend I don't know you feel the same way about me as I do about you."

  Nash stared at the floor, fiddling with his fingers. Cam stepped a bit closer again.

  "Nash, look at me. Look at me," Cam demanded angrily and Nash looked up at him. "Say something. Go on. Deny what I just said. Say I got it all wrong."

  Cam's cheeks flushed with anger and he wiped away his heartbroken tears with frustration.

  "I can't deny it," Nash said quietly, looking back at the wooden floor. "Everything you said was true."

  "Then why do it? Why do it to me?"

  Nash mumbled something, but Cam couldn't hear him.

  "What?" Cam asked.

  Nash looked back up with wet eyes. "I'm scared. OK? I'm scared and I can't deal with this."

  Nash made to run off, but Cam put both hands on his shoulders and stopped him. "Nash, what are you scared of?"

  Tears started to run down Nash's face. "Everything. Liking you. I'm supposed to like girls."

  "Who said?"

  "I don't know. I'd never liked a guy before I met you and when those feelings started I got scared and then when fans started shipping us all the time it got too much, so I ran from my feelings and tried to ignore them. But I couldn't and I got angry and started acting like a different person."

  Cam lowered his head and looked into Nash's ocean eyes. "You don't need to be scared."

  Nash fell against Cam and sobbed against his bare chest. Cam started crying too and held him tightly, rocking him slightly until they both stopped.

  "But what about everyone else?" Nash asked, breathing heavily. "Fans watching our every move. The media waiting to photograph and write about us. How do we start a relationship under that pressure?"

  "I know it's scary, but I want to give us a try despite all of that because I can't imagine my life without you in it."

  Nash sniffed and looked up and Cam. "Me too. I'm so sorry I've put you through so much."

  Cam pulled Nash over to the sofa and they slumped onto it, still holding each other.

  "It's OK," Cam said. "I'm just glad you finally admitted how you felt."

  "I do feel so much better. I've wanted to hold you like this for so long. Cam?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I-I love you."

  Cam grinned and gripped Nash tighter as if he never wanted to let him go. "I love you too, Nash."

  They held each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms, both dreaming of their new future together.