8. Lucas
Lucas
I could hear the birds outside first. I smiled, remembering last night, stretched my arms above my head, and pushed my feet out, stretching my legs too. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry. I threw on some sweats and headed for the kitchen.
Shane was there, and Adam was cooking breakfast.
“Morning. Can I get you something to drink?” he said.
“Uh...small coffee,” I replied, rubbing my eyes sleepily and yawning.
“Sure thing,” He smiled, and a few seconds later, he placed a cup in front of me. “Here you go.”
“Thanks. Where’s Peter?”
“He went for a run this morning on the trails.”
“Oh sweet, I didn’t know there were trails.”
“Yeah, we take guests out on nature hikes, but Peter and I are so familiar with them, we like the challenge of running them sometimes.”
“That sounds thrilling. Hopefully, I’ll have time to check them out.”
“Sure thing. I gotta get back to the stove, don’t want to burn the eggs.” He winked.
I sat at the table where we had dinner.
“Did you have fun last night?” Shane asked in almost a whisper.
“What do you mean and why are you whispering?”
“I have the room next to yours. I’m glad I brought my noise-cancelling headphones.”
I stared at him, shocked, and tried not to smile while remembering Cam cumming down my throat.
“Do I wanna know?” Shane asked. “Let me rephrase that. Do I have to know?”
“Nope, nothing you need to know.” Shit, what do I say?
He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Funny, I never would've thought Adam and Peter would have an open relationship.”
I spit out my coffee. Ay, dios mio, that’s what he thinks?
“What, Luke? You didn’t seem bashful about it last night.”
“Well, I obviously didn’t think anyone would notice.”
“You do have ears, right?”
“Shut up, Shane.” I shoved him. What should I say? “Sorry, if it kept you up.”
“I was nineteen once too, Luke. And as long as it doesn’t hurt your gymnastics, you do whatever you want…as long as it’s legal,” he grinned. “And I thought you were seeing someone for real,” he said under his breath. “You big flirt.”
I grinned, happy Cam’s secret was safe, and asked, “Is the after school special over?” as Adam brought in a few platters with food. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes. It looked amazing and smelled ever better. Which was probably why in the next five minutes, everyone else was up and eating.
“Don’t get carried away, gentlemen. The opening ceremony is tomorrow, and then qualifications are the day after,” Coach reminded us. “We have a meditation session planned here today before we leave. NBC is getting some more B roll, then we go back to Brisbane after lunch.”
I grabbed my plate and coffee and headed out onto the balcony.
“Morning,” Cam said, as he joined me.
“Hey, handsome. You doing alright?”
“Totally fine. You?”
“So, Shane thinks I had sex with Adam and-or Peter last night.”
“He thinks what?!”
“Yeah, I, uh...guess we were loud.”
“Oh, shit!”
“Yeah, and I didn’t correct him, so I hope you’re happy sleeping with a homewrecking slut.”
Cam laughed. “As long as you’re my slut,” he said, as he side-hugged me.
“Aw, thanks.”
“I guess I should have been quieter,” Cam said.
“You think? Now, my coach thinks I’m a sex maniac.”
“Well, to be fair, you are a sex maniac.”
“Whoa, what did I stumble into?” Ty asked as he closed the glass door behind him.
“I guess Luke and I were too loud last night, and Shane heard it through the walls. But he didn’t know it was me, and assumed Luke was in there with our hosts.”
“Damn, Luke is getting actual sex and imaginary sex. The rest of the team needs some lessons, bro.”
“Shut up, Tyler.”
“I’m happy I switched then. I slept like a baby.”
“You wet the bed?” I asked.
“You’re such a dick!”
“Meh, you are what you eat.” I winked.
The rest of the morning was great. Meditation was fun and put me into an even more relaxed mood.
I was sad to leave the retreat. We said our thanks to the NBC reps and our goodbyes to Peter and Adam, who gave the five of us hugs and wished us luck.
As the guys were loading the bags into the SUVs, Adam caught me by arm and said, “One sec, if you don’t mind.
” He motioned me away from the other guys.
“You don’t have to say anything. Just let me get this out.
Peter and I met on the track squad, so we know what it’s like to be gay and in sports.
Not on an Olympic level, but I’m sure it’s similar enough.
And while you’re out and we couldn’t be happier for you, I met Peter when I was in the closet, so I know how hard a relationship can be when it starts out like that.
It’s clear you and Cam like each other a lot, and I’m not sure how many people you have to talk to, so I wanted to give you my number and email, just in case.
” He handed me his card. “At the very least, stay in touch? We’re both excited to see what happens. ”
I didn’t bother hiding anything. “We’ve spent less than twenty-four hours with you. How does everyone else not know already?” I asked.
Adam laughed. “People see what they want to see, but also you two remind us of our younger selves. Once we saw it, it was hard not to notice.”
“I, uh...thanks. I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just make our team proud.”
“Our team? We’re American, and you’re-”
“Team Gay.” He winked. “Goodbye, Luke.”
I turned to get in the SUV, smiling, and realized Shane was watching us. I won’t hear the end of this now.
Luckily, we all had the same seats back on the return trip.
Cam was on his phone.
“Texting Erika?” I asked.
“She’s pissed we got a rainforest getaway. When she got a notification that I had posted, she thought her phone had malfunctioned. She calls me a social media hermit.”
I laughed.
“I think she missed me.”
“Isn’t she close with any girls on the team?”
“Doesn’t seem like it, and I don’t really push too much into that.”
“Understandable.”
Cam: Do you really wanna talk about Erika?
Oh, so that’s how it is.
Luke: Not really, but I didn’t think I should say ‘Thanks for fucking my face so good last night’ out loud.
Cam: Probably wise.
Cam: You want to come over tonight?
Luke: I was kinda already planning on it.
He smiled, and looked over at me, held his phone up and took a picture.
Cam: You look really cute today, btw.
Luke: Well now, these shorts aren’t getting any looser over here. ;-)
Cam: I can see that. I might have a similar problem.
Luke: *squirt*
Cam laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Noah asked.
“Uh, Erika is giving me shit over the trip, that’s all,” Cam said.
Luke: Nice save.
Cam: :-P
Luke: If you don’t stop flirting with me, I’m gonna have a huge wet spot on my shorts by the time we get back.
Cam: Sounds like your problem.
Luke: Oh, so that’s how it is?
I held my phone up so he couldn’t see what I was doing, scrolled to my hidden gallery, typed in the password, and then selected a rather nice photo of my butt I had taken a few weeks ago, in the mirror at the gym, and sent it to him.
Luke: Game on, Cam.
His eyes went wide, and he blushed so hard. I swore I saw his dick twitch in his pants.
Cam: Ok, you win.
Cam: I kind of win too. :-)
We pulled back into the Olympic Village in the early afternoon.
We had an evening training session later and another one the next morning.
I just wanted to take a nap. The coaches said they’d see us in a few hours, so we headed into the dorm.
Grant and Graham got off on the fifth floor, leaving me, Cam and Ty.
“I’m still sleepy from the meditation. I’ll see you guys tonight,” Cam said. Slightly disappointed, I followed Ty off the elevator. I almost said something, but Cam’s hand stopped the doors. “Unless you want to come to my room?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Ty said.
I pushed my hand to his chest—“I don’t think so.”—and skipped back onto the elevator with Cam.
“Be safe, boys!” Ty called out.
We ignored him.
“Uh, I really am kind of tired,” Cam said. “Is it okay if we don’t…”
“Come on, Cam. Finish the sentence,” I said as the elevator opened onto the seventh floor.
He blushed, looking around, then in a hushed tone. “You jerk! Fool around. Cum. Touch each other’s dicks.”
“Not even a little?” I asked.
Cam looked at me as he opened his door. “Well, I didn’t say we’d keep our clothes on."
With the door shut, I tossed my bag on the floor and pulled my shirt off. Cam went to shut the blinds. I snuck up behind him and started pulling his shirt up.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked.
“I think it’s kind of hot to undress you.”
“I didn’t tell you to stop," Cam said.
He turned to face me, and kicked off his flip-flops. I sat on the bed and pulled his pants and briefs down at the same time.
“You’re always hard," I said.
“When you’re around, pretty much. And when you’re taking my clothes off, it's kind of hard not to be hard.”
“Same for me,” I said, leaning back and pulling mine off too, giggling.
“I see that.” Cam growled.
“No touching! Remember what you said?” I reminded him as I tucked myself under the sheets.
“Move over,” he said, and he climbed in next to me.
“Set an alarm. I don’t want to be late for practice,” I said.
“No problem. Can I be the little spoon?” Cam asked.
“Of course, Cam. Whatever you want.”
He grinned, and flipped over, and wiggled his butt back against my crotch.
I didn’t want him to have another panic attack, so I adjusted my dick since it was dangerously close to slipping against his hole.
It surprised me he was so cool about it, since this was the closest my dick had been to him down there.
But he didn’t seem worried, so I eventually relaxed.
He reached for my arm and pulled it around him.
His arm folded back under mine and our fingers intertwined, resting against his chest, as we fell asleep.
“This is nice,” Cam mumbled.