9. Camden
Camden
“We’re gonna shower back at the dorms,” I said. “See you guys tomorrow morning.”
“See ya,” Grant said. Graham was already in the showers.
“I’ll see you back at the room, Luke,” Tyler said, winking in a way too obvious manner since he knew no one was watching.
Luke grabbed his bag and followed me, smiling.
The residential part of the village was a short walk away. It was a cool, breezy night. Since the path was well lit, it was easy to see there weren’t many people around.
“Want to get a snack real quick?” I asked.
“Fuck yes, I’m starving. I need fuel.” I laughed. “But even with that nap, I’m exhausted. Not sure how much I’ll be up for tonight.” He looked over at me, half questioning, half hopeful.
“It’s okay. I wanted you to come over. To be honest, Luke, I wouldn’t mind having you sleep over every night,” I said, quickly adding “If you want to.” Smooth, Cam.
“I’d like that too, Cam.” He brushed his fingers against mine, and I did the same, tickling the inside of his palm. It took all of my focus not to grab his hand and hold it for the rest of the night. He looked over at me with almost a puzzled expression, and I stopped. “What?”
“I still can’t believe Camden Kane is gay and I get to play with him naked.”
“Oh.”
He blushed.
“That’s a first. Lucas Rivera blushing. Let me get my phone out. No one will believe me, you know.”
“Cut that out,” he said, shoving my phone back in my pocket. He started walking again.
I was floored that he opened up to me, that he seemed so happy that we were together. Well, fooling around. I guess together was a leap, though I wanted to get more out of him if I could.
“So, is that all I am to you, a naked plaything?” I asked.
“Mostly,” he deadpanned.
“You little shit,” I said, and threw my bag at him. With him distracted, I tackled him easily on the grass. I landed on top of him, straddling his waist, and quickly grabbed both wrists, pinning them above his head. I had a hunch he was ticklish, and turns out, I was right. He caved in seconds.
“Okay, okay. I’m gonna pee my pants if you don’t stop, Cam.”
I kept tickling.
“I’m serious, I’m serious...oh!” He laughed and squirmed.
It was delightful, and I finally stopped.
“I’m sorry, Cam, and you are definitely more than my naked plaything.”
I let his wrists go and leaned back.
“But, on top of me like this, it’s hard not to imagine you as my naked plaything, and from the feel of it, your dick is having a hard time not imagining that too.”
“He is pretty happy right now, Luke,” I said and hopped up, reaching out my hand for his and helping him to his feet.
“You certainly have more energy than me right now, damn,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And to ease your concern, I see you as much more than a body. You have a very sexy mind, too. And good taste in cartoons.”
It was my turn to blush.
“You’re a good person, Cam. I’m glad this happened.”
Do you want to try dating when the Olympics are over?
I went with snark instead. “Me too, Luke. Your body’s not so bad either.”
“Bitch, please. I know you’re all about this.”
“Totally. All about it. Take your shirt off right now because I can’t go another minute without seeing your nipples and I need them now.”
He started to take his shirt off.
“No, no, no, Luke. I was kidding. Jeez, of course I feel the same way about you. Calm yourself, Iago.”
Luke looked over, puzzled. “Iago?”
“Sorry, Disney reference. You know, Aladdin?”
He stared. “You’re such a nerd, Cam.”
“One of my many benefits.”
“One of the many,” he said, as he pinched my butt and darted ahead to open the door to the dining hall for me.
“Such a gentleman.”
After our quick dinner, we headed back to my room.
“I’m gonna shower before bed. That cool?” Luke asked, taking off his shirt.
“Want some help?”
He smiled. “Sure,” he said, kicking off the rest of his clothes and heading into the bathroom to start the water.
I quickly took everything off and threw it in the corner.
“So, you have a thing for jockstraps?” I asked, glancing at his clothes on the floor.
“Is that a problem?” he turned, as I pulled back the curtain and stepped in.
“God no,” I answered. “Just curious? Making conversation? Undercover underwear police?”
He laughed and threw his head back under the water, getting his curly brown locks wet.
“You a briefs guy?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll have to expand your horizons. Even Ty and Grant have adventured farther than you into the undergarment underworld.”
“Whatever you want, Luke,” I said. Pumping some body wash into my hand, I stepped toward him and started lathering his chest.
“Mmm…that feels good.”
“Face the water.”
I massaged the body wash into his shoulders, down his back, paid special attention to each ass cheek, slipping briefly in between, continuing down his legs. I knelt down, patted each foot for him to lift, and washed the bottoms of his feet and in between his toes.
“Turn around.”
Despite having his dick right in my face, I ignored it and washed back up his legs.
Standing up and getting some more body wash, I washed his chest again and then my hands travelled down his stomach.
With my fingertips, I traced the ‘V’ outline his workouts had carved into his torso.
I saved his rock-hard dick for last, rubbing it a little, trying to be careful with his foreskin. I knew soap wasn’t the greatest lube.
“Ah, careful,” he said. “The head’s really sensitive when you pull the skin back like that.”
“Sorry,” I stopped, mortified.
“Don’t worry, Cam. You're not used to it,” he said, caressing my cheek. “You don’t have one, I won’t take it personally.”
I nodded.
“Look, I’m not going to give you a guided tour, but with lube, pretty much anything goes. Body wash or other fluids are a little touchier because they can dry out or even sting a little, and with nothing, it’s super sensitive. It’s kind of hard to explain.”
“I think I get it,” I said. “It’s usually covered all the time. You can pull the skin back, but then your head is exposed, and since it’s not usually like that, it’s super sensitive. Like a…” I tried to find the words.
“Like a sex marker.”
“A what?”
“Like a coloring marker. You need to keep the cap on it if you’re going to keep using it.”
“Okay, now I’m picturing you teaching an art class naked.”
He laughed. “Switch with me, your turn. Enough anatomy talk, professor sex.”
I rolled my eyes. “X-Men puns now? Going rogue, are we?”
“Can you brave the storm?”
“Well, I am such a beast, you know.”
“Oh, I know. I can see your cyclops pointing at me.”
“My cyclops?” I laughed, pushing his hands off my dick.
“What? It has one eye?” he said.
“I will never look at Cyclops the same way again.”
“Time for you to turn around now.”
I did, and he finished washing me. It was kind of sweet.
“Why haven’t we been showering together for the last year?” I asked, rolling my neck and stretching my shoulders out.
“I think the other guys in the locker room would’ve noticed,” Luke said.
“Oh, yeah.” I turned and shut the water off. “Kind of forgot about that part.”
“You know, for someone who isn’t out yet, you seem pretty eager,” he said, grabbing a towel.
“It’s been a long time hiding. And being with you, and having Erika and now Tyler know, it definitely feels like weight that I’ve been carrying around for a while is coming off.”
We finished drying off, hung the towels, and made our way back to the bed.
“That’s good, Luke. I’m happy if you’re happy.”
“I’m happy.”
I set my alarm for tomorrow and we settled into bed.
“Good,” Luke said, kissing me on the forehead. We had been eye to eye, but Luke nestled closer, his head under my chin.
“Uh...I may have mentioned it before, but my mom’s flying in tomorrow,” I said.
“You did say that. Are you excited?”
“Yeah, I’m happy she’s coming. The twenty-hour flight doesn’t thrill her, but she wouldn’t miss it.”
“I’m happy for you, Cam.”
Ugh, you twit...his parents aren’t coming yet. “You wanna hang out with us?”
He pulled back and looked up at me. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“No, of course not. She’s already met you, and she likes you. It would be nice if she had more people to talk to here. I mean, Erika will probably watch the competition with her, but the more the merrier.”
“I’d like that, Cam. Thank you.”
He turned away from me and snuggled his back into my chest.
“You good with big spoon services tonight?”
“Yes, Luke. G’night.”
“'Night,” he turned, offering me his lips, and we kissed good night.
“Mom!”
“Oh, there’s my sweet baby boy. Come here,” she said, pulling me into a hug.
I hugged her back. Hugs were our thing. We took pride in being fantastic huggers.
“Mom? Are you crying?”
“No,” she replied. “Well, yes.” Pulling back, she dabbed at the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s just great to see you. And the flight was a little lone-." She corrected herself. "Long. The flight was really long."
I knew it was a big step for my mom to travel all this way by herself. I told her to bring a friend, but she didn’t listen.
She ignored her slip-up. “My little boy is all grown up and at the Olympics! It’s crazy. And you slept in the rainforest at some spa! Tell me all about it.”
“It’s okay, Mom. I miss him too.”
She grabbed my hands and squeezed. “He would be here with me, you know that, right? He would be so happy for you.”
“I know, Mom.” I squeezed back and smiled.