Disclaimers: Ninja Storm belongs to Saban or BVE or both…or to someone who ISN'T me.  But the character of Alex is mine.

Chapter 5: Out Again

a few days later

"It's so nice to be able to ride again!" Hunter exclaimed after taking his helmet off.  "I was going stir-crazy!"

"Well, you already are crazy," Blake replied, placing his own helmet on the seat to his bike.

"Ha, ha."

"So, you're hanging with Cam tonight?" Blake asked.

"Yeah.  He said something about a movie," Hunter shrugged.

"Hopefully this will help resolve some of your UST."

"Wha-huh?"

"Unresolved Sexual Tension."

Hunter could only manage a glare, since his surprise at his brother's statement was compounded by the fact that he had no credible argument.  Hunter couldn't believe that Blake was right!   Not that Hunter just wanted to get Cam into bed and be done with it.  Hunter realized that he really liked Cam, probably more than he should.

"I think you're projecting whatever's between you and Tori onto me and Cam."

Hunter heard his brother mumble something about denial, then said, "C'mon, bro, I want a shower before I have to meet Tori."

Hunter followed Blake back to Storm Chargers, where they left their bikes in the back room and then went home.  Blake showered quickly and left, already late.  Cam was supposed to come to Hunter's place, then they'd go to whatever movie Cam had in mind.  Soon after Blake left, Cam arrived and the two headed out.

"You have got to be kidding me," Hunter said, staring.

"Figured you might like to see the whole movie," Cam smirked, carrying the popcorn into the theater with Hunter behind him.

When the movie was over, they headed to a nearby café for some coffee. 

"I love this place," Hunter noted, not even looking at the small menu on the table.

"I take it you've been here before," Cam assumed.

"Hey, Hunter!" they heard a voice call from nearby.

Cam turned to see someone slightly shorter than Hunter come to them, a smile on his face. 

"Hey Alex!" Hunter replied, standing.  "How's it going?"

"Oh, you know.  The same.  I see you've brought a friend," was the pale blond man's answer.

Cam caught the wink that Alex had given Hunter, who saw it but ignored it.  "Yeah, we just got to see Fists of Fire 2.  Alex, this is Cam.  Cam, meet Alex."

Alex took the seat between Cam and Hunter.  "A movie, huh?  Just the two of you?"

"My bro's out with Tori, like usual.  Shane and Dustin are double dating with a couple skater chick friends of Shane's.  So, based on my calculations, that leaves Cam and me," Hunter explained.

"You could always hang out with me and my bunch," Alex laughed.

Cam was uncomfortable, sensing that was an inside joke that he wasn't privy to.  Cam glanced up at Hunter, who met his eyes with a grin.

With a dramatic roll of the eyes, Hunter said, "Let's just say that after one night with that bunch, I'd never know sanity ever again."

"You know sanity now?" Cam quipped.

"No thanks to you."

"It was nice meeting you, Cam.  But I better get back to work.  You want the usual, Hunter?"

"Of course!"

"And what can I get you?" Alex asked, turning to Cam.

"Whatever he's having.  I'm feeling a bit adventurous."

"No sleep for two, coming right up," Alex laughed, then headed back inside the café.

"How do you know him?" Cam asked.

"I've come here that often."

"So, what am I getting, anyway?"

"Irish cream coffee and Tiramisu."

Cam only slammed his head down on his folded arms on the table.  Hunter reached out, mussing Cam's hair.

"Maybe you should've asked before you ordered."

Cam didn't reply, or move, except to wave a hand.  Hunter laughed, leaning back in his chair. 

"He ok?" Alex asked, returning to find that Cam's head was still on the table.

"I just told him what he ordered."

Cam didn't move until he felt someone running their fingers lightly over his.  He picked his head up enough to see that Hunter was resting his chin in one hand, the other playing with Cam's fingers.

"Coffee's here," Hunter pointed out.  "And dessert."

Cam sat up to see that Hunter had already started his dessert.  "So, how is it that we don't know about this tendency of yours?"

Hunter's eyes flashed with nervousness, but he composed himself enough to ask, "About what?"

"This.  I bet if I tell Shane that you brought me here for coffee and Tiramisu, he wouldn't believe me.  I don't think anyone would.  Except Blake, obviously."

"Blake knows me better than anyone."

"That much is blindingly obvious.  It's what I don't know about you that intrigues me."

"There's plenty."

"So, tell me."

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me a secret of yours."