Chapter 15
Fifteen
Caleb woke up the next morning feeling really well-rested and warm with a smile on his face. Hawk was kind of fucking amazing for that. Not pushing him to have sex last night, not doing anything but feeding him a little wine and cheese and holding him until he fell asleep.
He checked the time but then closed his eyes and let himself sink back into a sort of a restful state. He had an hour before he even needed to get up and have breakfast.
He wouldn’t have to take a shower this morning even if he did smell like Hawk. Nobody would notice he was clean.
So he spent the time curled up against Hawk.
His hand on Hawk’s chest, his leg thrown over both of Hawk’s, his fingers tracing patterns lightly on Hawk’s skin for a little while, until the alarm on Hawk’s phone went off.
Caleb sat up so Hawk could move without him clinging like some sort of weird octopus.
Hawk rose up on one elbow. “How are we doing on time? When do you have to be out of here?”
“I have time to eat breakfast with you, but then I’ll have to go get my shit together and get on the transport.” He reached up to grab the back of Hawk’s neck and pull him over for a kiss, morning breath notwithstanding.
“Mmmmm.” Hawk made this happy rumbly noise from deep inside that wide chest and put a hand on his ass, pulling him closer. “We have time for this?”
“I think we can work it in.” Caleb had plenty of morning wood, and so did Hawk. So he inched forward until their hips were pressed together, their cocks rubbing, and he knew this would be exactly what he needed.
Hawk got one hand between them and wrapped it around both their dicks.
His hands were big enough that it felt like he was covering them completely, even if he wasn’t.
Hawk was big everywhere, so Caleb had to grin at that.
Hawk covered his mouth with a kiss, and that stopped the grinning because he was just on fire, Hawk’s lips and tongue burning against him.
He ramped up from zero to sixty in like five seconds flat. His cock hardened up, his ass clenching, and the way Hawk was rubbing them together made the rim of his cockhead catch against Hawk’s, and it felt like he was going to jump out of his skin.
“Fuck.” Hawk broke for the kiss to gasp for air and then nibbled on his neck a bit. Staying perfect. “You’re so goddamn hot, Caleb”
Caleb threw his head back and laughed, letting Hawk suck up a light mark on his collarbone. It wasn’t as if anybody would see it. He competed with everything wrapped up tighter than a mummy.
He grabbed Hawk’s ass, yanking them together even harder, and Hawk grunted, squeezing their cocks together. Friction made it exactly what he wanted, and he pumped his hips, begging for more.
Hawk gave him more rubbing, squeezing, and pulling. Fire shot up his spine, fireworks bursting in his brain, and his balls pulled up. How could he be so close already? Just from a few touches and Hawk being near to him.
Hawk moaned against his neck. “I’m almost there, baby.”
“Yeah,” he panted, wrapping his leg around Hawk’s thighs. “Almost. Come on.”
They came together and slid apart in the hottest dance he could ever think of.
He’d never been to a club where anything like this was happening, though.
He took another kiss, sucking Hawk’s tongue into his mouth, keeping their lips pressed tight until he could barely breathe, and his head was swimming.
He could feel it at the base of his spine, and the way his balls pulled up.
Hawk was right there with him, he thought, his cock leaking, giving them some slick to ease the way.
And that thought was enough to send him over the edge.
He bit down on Hawk’s lower lip, just enough to sting, he hoped, and Hawk squeezed, making his back arch and his ass clench as he shot between their bellies.
Hawk tumbled over the edge, like five seconds later, as a surprised grunt made Caleb laugh because, honestly, why was he shocked? The feel of Hawk’s cum spreading over his skin made him buck again, his own dick giving one more little twitch.
Hawk gave him a sloppy kiss. “What’s so funny?”
“You just sounded so surprised.”
“More like incredibly happy to have somebody to share a morning orgasm with.”
“Oh, I like that.” The kiss he took was less sloppy and had more intent. He hoped it said all kinds of things that he couldn’t mention out loud yet, which were things like, I want you, I want to be with you, and I want to see where this goes.
“We should get you cleaned up so we can go have breakfast and you can get on the road.” The reluctance in Hawk’s voice gave him a happy deep down in his belly.
“Yeah, I was just thinking how I wasn’t gonna have to take a shower this morning because we did it last night, but I think maybe we ought to rinse off, huh?”
“I think probably that’s a great idea.” Hawk kissed his nose before they got up and rolled out of bed to go hop in the shower. Then they headed down to have breakfast after Caleb packed the stuff he’d been keeping in Hawk’s room into an overnight bag.
He was really spoiled by this breakfast buffet.
He had to admit he loved the fact that something appeared every day that was special, whether it was the wedding cake from the first day, or some sort of pastry he’d never heard of before, or just hot, fresh, crusty bread.
Food at the Olympic Village was actually kind of amazing, but it was athlete food.
It fueled the body and tasted good. This felt decadent.
They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and he checked his sports watch. “I guess I need to head out. I really don’t want to go.”
“Is this where I tell you that you have to? Do you need a cheerleader?”
“Nah,” he said. “You’re a sucky liar. You’re not going to tell me I have to do anything, and I know it.”
Hawk studied him for a minute, those silvery-gray eyes serious. “You’re right. I’m not. I am gonna tell you to be careful. And to have an amazing run on medal day. And that I want to see you back here once you’re done.”
That made his heart thud and his cheeks flush with pleasure. “I want that too.” He nudged Hawk’s leg under the table with his. “I guess I need to go get my bag.”
“Come on, I’ll go up with you.” Hawk grabbed his coffee, which they had gotten in go-cups this morning for this reason, and they headed up to Hawk’s room.
When they got there, Caleb made one last sweep to make sure he’d grabbed his charger, his earbuds, and all the other things that he might have left sitting around. He knew he was just delaying the inevitable, but he really wanted to stay.
Hawk pulled him in for a kiss and a tight, tight hug. “I’ll try to make it up for your prelim round. I won’t be there for medal day, but I’ll be cheering you on and probably watching you on the live feed.”
“If you make it up for the prelims, text me. We can have dinner before you go back down, or if you can find a hotel room…” Did that sound desperate and whiny? God, he fucking hoped not.
Hawk stroked his cheek with one thumb. “We’ll work it out; we’ll figure it out. I’ll be there if I can, and I’ll be cheering you on. And then we’ll at least have dinner for sure.”
He took a deep breath, his shoulders rising and falling. “Okay, I gotta go.”
They shared one more lingering kiss, and Hawk smiled at him, rubbing their noses together. “Don’t worry, I’m not letting you get away for long this time. I’ll be in touch soon. Do you want me to walk you down?”
“No, I’m good. I’d rather not have everybody see me get all emotional because I have to let you stay here and not come with me.” He bonked his forehead against Hawk’s chin. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Later.” Hawk let him go and stepped back. Caleb grabbed his bag and headed out of the door.
Livigno was gorgeous.
It definitely had an alpine village look with steep streets and whitewashed buildings with dark timbers. There was a ton of activity, of course, because of the Olympics, and the 800-bed Olympic village was more makeshift than the one in Milan, but it was perfectly acceptable.
Any other time Caleb would have wandered out and had a look at the town, maybe buy some souvenirs or having a bottle of wine in one of the little osterias on the street.
But really, he needed to focus on why he was here.
He had practice runs to start tomorrow, and then prelims were looming over him.
Today, he had a meeting with his coach at dinner time, and they were meeting at the cafeteria at the Olympic Village. Caleb wasn’t one of the young kids who needed his coach hanging over his head every minute of the day or anything. So they were just now getting together.
Caleb didn’t think he’d ever been so disinterested in a competition before.
He honestly didn’t want to do this, and he knew it was because his body felt like it was betraying him.
Going up in altitude as much as he had today was making his whole body burn with inflammation.
He was sure if they took his blood levels right now, his markers would be way up because of stress, but Hawk had made it way better. He really had.
He settled in at the Olympic Village and then went to get a short workout in, knowing that just doing the bike and some stretching/yoga type stuff would make his joints feel better.
By the time he went to meet with his coach, Caleb felt like his headspace was almost where it needed to be. He wasn’t feeling terribly competitive, but he was feeling more in line with that spirit.
“Hey, Caleb.” Tyson, his coach, met him at the entrance to the cafeteria. “Let’s get some food. Then we can go over the game plan.”
“Sure.” Caleb shook hands with him. “You been having a good time?”
Tyson chuckled. “Well, you know I’ve been working with a couple of the younger guys. It’s been a bit of a pain in the ass, but they’re good kids. They’ll do well next time.”
“Good thing I’m hands-off.” He winked and they headed in to grab a tray and fill a plate. He laughed when he saw the big warming pans of chicken and broccoli pasta because they made him think of Hawk.
“Hey, I don’t want you to think I’m not on the ball with you. I got all your training run times booked, and I want to go over the course with you via video tonight.”
“Can’t be any worse than it was at Sochi, right?” Caleb hadn’t been at Sochi, but he knew Tyson had, and by all accounts, that had been one of the most dangerous halfpipe courses in the history of the Olympics. They’d had to redo it mid-prelims, if he remembered right.
“Harsh but true.”
“So, tonight, we’re going to watch tape. Is that what you’re saying?”
“If that works for you, I know you’ve been staying down in Milan, so I thought I’d give you tonight to get back up at altitude.”
They sat together, both of them digging in. The food stunned him with its flavor and quality, and he sucked down some risotto with tons of veg and a thin omelet with crispy edges. He loved how they cooked eggs here.
“It works for me, man.”
Tyson gave him a long, searching look. “How is all your physical stuff going?”
Caleb fought not to roll his eyes. Sometimes he really missed Brandon. He was pissed off that the guy had retired on him before his last gold medal run. And that was super stupid, because Brandon had his own life too.
“It’s okay. It’s been a little rough. The cold has really been bothering my joints, but it’s not going to affect my performance.”
“Okay, do you need to work with the trainer at all tomorrow before you do any practice runs?”
“Yeah, I think it probably would be helpful to get some work in to loosen everything up before I go out and do my first test of the course.”
“Okay, I’ll put in for that on the schedule tonight.”
“Cool. Okay, so tell me about the course.” He just needed to get on with it. Get his mind in the game and hunker down with the coach to figure out what his best combination of error was going to be.
He didn’t need to be wondering what Hawk was doing right now because he knew Hawk would be waiting for him when he got done with this first set of practice runs. The man had promised, and he had a feeling Hawk didn’t break promises if he could help it.