Kiss and Tell

Chapter 2

Los Angeles

August, 2024

Travis

I strolled out of the Spieker Aquatic Center, heading for Sunset Village parking. The day was already shaping up to be another warm and sunny one. Cameron walked beside me, his ear buds in, his usually ebullient curls damp, his pink hooded jacket tied around his narrow waist. I hadn’t said a word as we dressed in the locker room, but I knew he’d evade the conversation that had to come for as long as he could. I nudged him with my elbow, and he tapped his buds, giving me an inquiring glance.

“You’re gonna hit the gym later, aren’t you?”

Cameron rolled his eyes. “We had this talk already.”

“Yes, we did, and we’re having it again. Tell me why I keep telling you to work out more.”

He sighed. “I need strong arms and shoulders to cope with the impact of colliding with the water.”

“Now tell me why you need to stretch out more when you’re preparing to enter the water, because I don’t think you’ve grasped that, based on what I just saw.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Cameron retorted.

I came to a dead stop and arched my eyebrows. “Excuse me? The last dive you did? That splash you made on entry? What do I always say?”

“The smaller the splash, the higher the score,” he intoned.

I nodded, resuming my stroll.

“And I stretch out to decrease how fast I’m spinning, to decrease my surface area when I collide with the water,” he continued.

I beamed. “See, you do know it. But to know and not to do is the same as not knowing. Now tell me what you did wrong with your hands on that last dive.”

“I should put one hand on top of the other so I hit the water with my palms, to break the surface tension.” He chuckled. “Sometimes it sounds more like physics than diving.”

“That’s because the perfect dive requires physics. You make a hole in the water big enough to allow the rest of your body to pass through it. You need to slice through at a ninety-degree angle.” I gave him a sympathetic glance. “You can do this, Cam. You’ve been training for four months, and you’ve improved so much. But if you want to be on that diving platform in four years’ time, I need you to work a lot harder. We’ve only just begun.”

“So where is this place you’re going to?”

I laughed. “Wow, really subtle way to change the subject. It’s a cabin at Lake Tahoe that was designed and built by my friend, Randy.”

“And how many of you are going?”

“Four. This is a regular thing we do.” I was looking forward to seeing the guys, downing a few beers, and generally kicking back for forty-eight hours. More than ten hours driving for the round trip—and Doug would be driving for another five hours—but it was worth it.

“So how many bedrooms does this place have?”

“Four. Five if you count the room above the garage.” I smirked. “But what you really want to know is, will I be fucking anyone while I’m up there. I can tell you that in two words—God no. These are my friends. Okay, yeah, we’re all gay, but we are so not into each other.” Which was no bad thing. That was probably what had kept our friendship going all these years.

And how many years is it now? Twenty-five?

Time hadn’t flown—it had zoomed past with all the speed of a 747.

“What do you do all weekend?”

I laughed. “What is this, twenty questions? If you must know, we drink a lot of beer, cook out on the grill, and talk until the wee small hours.” We reached Sunset Village, and climbed the stairs to the third level where I’d parked.

Cameron glanced at me as we went up. “What do you guys talk about?”

I snorted. “Everything. We catch up on what’s going on with our jobs, any funny stories… One thing, though. We don’t usually share family stuff. Not sure why that is, but we don’t. Hell, we even change the names when we talk about our hook-ups.” I aimed my key fob and my indicators flashed.

Cameron stared at me. “You talk about those?

I shrugged as I opened the car door. “Sure. It’s kinda like a contest. Who can tell the hottest story.” I grinned. “Four guys together—what do you expect?” I climbed in behind the wheel.

Cameron got into the passenger seat. “Are you going to tell them about me?”

I blinked. “You got a problem with that?”

He chuckled. “No, not at all. Make it as racy as you like. I mean, it’s not as if you’d be short of material, right?”

I snorted. “You make it sound as though we’re always fucking.”

Cameron laughed. “Duh. That’s because we are. Which is also why I’m sorry you won’t be here this weekend. I was hoping to spend it all with you.” He batted his long eyelashes. “Can’t you squeeze me into your bag? Would they mind if I came too?”

I placed my hands on the steering wheel. “I don’t know. We’ve never done that.” I’d never even contemplated such a thing.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

Now that he’d put the idea out there, I couldn’t help thinking how awesome it would be.

They’d never go for it.

Our weekends were our retreat from our everyday lives, which was probably why we didn’t discuss too much personal stuff.

But what if they like the idea?

I’d have to think about how I worded it. Catch them at the right time. Paint it as an adventure.

I drummed my fingers on the wheel’s leather covering. “I tell you what. We all get in Friday afternoon. Why don’t I ask if you can join us on Saturday? If they say yes, you’d have to find your own way there, and it’s over seven hours from LA.”

“I’d borrow a car. I even know who I’d ask. They owe me anyway. Message me the address.”

I laughed. “I haven’t even asked them yet.”

Cameron stuck out his smooth chin. “I’m thinking positively.”

I stroked my jaw. “This could be interesting.”

He twisted in his seat to look at me. “Okay, hypothetically speaking…”

I narrowed my gaze. “Uh-oh.”

“What if one of your friends sees me and he’s…into me?” He grinned.

I gave him a frank stare. “A three-way?”

Cameron held his hands up. “I know, we’ve never done that. But are you up for something like it?”

Part of my anatomy loved the prospect, and I shifted in my car seat. “I’ve only been your coach for four months.”

He nodded. “And we’ve been fucking for exactly three months, three weeks, and two days.”

“That first time was only because you caught me at a weak moment,” I protested.

He grinned. “And you can tell your friends all about it—before I get there.” He rolled his shoulder in a graceful shrug. “But it’s not as if we’re dating, right? I mean, you know I hook up with some of the guys on the swim team. You’re okay with that. Well, you said you were.”

“And I still am,” I assured him. “We’re not joined at the hip.” It was a casual thing that worked for both of us.

“So?” He locked gazes with me. “What do you say?”

My mind was already cogitating the arguments they might come up with. “If they say yes, there would have to be ground rules.”

His eyes lit up. “But you’d be up for that?”

“Sure.” My dick was an iron rod at the thought of watching someone else’s cock slide between Cam’s lips while I plowed into that tight warm ass. “As for one of them being up for that? We’ll have to wait and see.”

His grin was infectious. “I’ll be watching my phone for your call. Now… Can we go have breakfast?”

“That depends. It’s your choice. Breakfast now—or my place, then breakfast after.”

Cam’s face glowed. “After what?”

“After I put you through another kind of workout.”