2. Lucas #3
ClosetKase: So, I can assume you’re here for the Olympics, Alex? And based on your body, that you’re an athlete and not a coach?
Alex: Yes and yes. Why? Is it a nice body?
ClosetKase: Is there an eye roll emoji?
ClosetKase: What sport?
Alex: In the spirit of anonymity, I’m not going to answer. I don’t want any strings. I’m looking for a one-off with someone that isn’t a creep.
ClosetKase: Fair enough. Afraid your sport isn’t manly enough for me?
Alex: No. You seem to like my athletic and totally non-coachy body. I think I’m good.
Alex: I’m guessing with a name like ClosetKase and a photo of only your bicep that you’re not out?
ClosetKase: Yeah, is that a problem?
Alex: No. Are you just looking to hook up?
ClosetKase: Yes, but with conditions.
ClosetKase: I only top. To be perfectly blunt, I’m not getting fucked and I’m not sucking you off.
Alex: Fair enough.
ClosetKase: Really?!
Alex: You were obviously hurt at some point by someone bigger than you. And you don’t want it to happen again. I admire your willingness to put yourself out there and ask for what you want. You’re not out, but that is a lot more than I’ve been able to do.
ClosetKase: …
ClosetKase: Speechless.
Alex: Never thought of it like that?
ClosetKase: I guess not. So...you’re out?
Alex: Yup.
ClosetKase: Any issues?
Alex: Not really.
ClosetKase: And you’re fine keeping this completely between us, even if you somehow recognize me?
Alex: Oooh...now I’m intrigued. What if you turn out to be 9-time Olympic gold medalist swimming legend Nicolas Holden!
ClosetKase: Ha! I wish! No gold medals, but I'm going to try. What country are you from?
Alex: From or here representing?
ClosetKase: Both? Lol.
Alex: Born in Argentina, but my parents moved to America when I was 3.
ClosetKase: So, you’re here for Team USA?
Alex: USA! USA! USA!
ClosetKase: Lol. Me too.
Alex: Oh?
Alex: Sure you’re not Nicolas Holden?
Alex: Hello?
Alex: Second thoughts?
ClosetKase: No, sorry...deleting the other messages.
Alex: Popular. Easy to see why with that bicep!
Alex: Speaking of, and sorry if this crosses a line, but can I see more of you before we hook up. Your bicep, while prodigious, is not quite enough to get my blood flowing.
ClosetKase: So you want eggplant or peach? I’m not sending my face, sorry.
Alex: Can I see your belly button?
ClosetKase: Really?! Lol.
Alex: Yeah! What's wrong with that?
ClosetKase: Nothing, nothing.
ClosetKase: Here you go.
Alex: Beautiful.
ClosetKase: I’m glad you approve. Favorite part of the body?
Alex: Yup. Yours?
ClosetKase: Eyes.
Alex: You want to see?
ClosetKase: No, that’s okay. Your headless torso was enough for me. This is just fun. You seem completely real and considerate and that works for me tbh. If that makes sense. Sorry, I ramble.
Alex: No worries, it’s cute.
Alex: So my place or yours? You have supplies?
ClosetKase: Doesn’t everyone? There are bowls everywhere!
Alex: Lol true.
ClosetKase: Mine? I got the single on my floor.
Alex: Lucky bastard.
ClosetKase: I’m guessing the architect had a soft spot for horny athletes and wanted to give a measly 4% of us some privacy.
Alex: LMAO!
ClosetKase: I also want to say that I’m supposed to text my friend before and after, so if something happens, she’ll know.
Alex: Look…
Alex: Oh shit, I don’t even know your name. I’m so dumb sometimes. What do I call you?
ClosetKase: You can call me Ollie.
Alex: Ok, Ollie. I promise I am a perfect gentleman. I’ll be the best bottom I can be for you. This is supposed to be fun and relaxing for both of us, so whatever you want. And if you ever feel uncomfortable, you have two options.
ClosetKase: They are?
Alex: Tell me nicely, or scream bloody murder because the walls in the building are so thin I’m sure everyone on your floor will hear you.
ClosetKase: Lol...very true. I’ll try the nice way first.
Alex: :)
Alex: So what time do you want to meet and where should I go?
ClosetKase: 30 minutes? Building A. 7th Floor. Room 18.
Building A. My building. One floor above me. Shit...I could’ve already been in the elevator with this guy and not even have known it.
I fiddled with some phone games for twenty minutes and when it was close enough, I got up, put some deodorant on my pits and a little Hollister Wave on my chest. I slipped some tight grey sweatshorts on and a skimpy black tank top that left little to the imagination.
Not that he hadn’t seen my body already.
Remember, this is just fun. Relax. Why was I so nervous?
It couldn’t be that Ollie sounded completely charming, or that he had a tortured past and the nurturer in me wanted to cuddle all that out of him. No, not at all.
I left the room and headed for the stairwell. No need for a key, which was nice. The doors stayed locked all the time. A handy keypad for entry.
I jogged up a flight of stairs, opened the door and oriented myself. Should be this way. Room 18 was all the way at the end of the hall. I knocked on the door, “Hey Ollie, it’s me.”
It opened slowly.
I started chanting in my head.
Please be cute please be cute please be cute.
And standing there was Camden fucking Kane.