10. Lucas #2
I pulled back and I could see he was looking down. His eyes came back to meet mine and I couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I asked.
“One, they’re not that affordable. And two, I’m wondering what you’re wearing under those white pants.”
I leaned in again, so no one would hear us. “I bet you’ll find out tonight.” I winked.
“UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.”
“Come on, let’s go, you whispering schoolboys,” Erika said, pushing us forward.
“Secrets, secrets are no fun. Secrets are for everyone,” chimed in Ty.
“Okay, wheels. Back off,” I said.
“Yeah, we’re discussing important things up here,” Cam said.
“I bet,” Erika and Ty both said in unison.
And with that, we were in the arena. The lights were blinding. There were cameras lined up alongside the route, with support staff linking arms to secure the way. It was a lot to take in.
“Relax, enjoy yourselves,” Ty advised. “Think of this as the world’s biggest party. Have fun!”
I saw that a lot of other athletes had their phones out and were recording and taking pictures.
I thought that was a good idea and quickly followed suit.
Snapping, and waving to the cameras, filming the madness.
It was hard to describe. All of us were smiling, laughing, and waving.
I never felt so happy. It was unlike any competition I had ever been to.
It was almost overwhelming. I looked over at Cam and could see he had tears running down his cheeks. I almost knocked him over.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah.” He laughed, wiping his cheek. “I get emotional at these kinds of things. I always cried watching it on TV and now I’m here.”
I nodded.
“Plus, my mom sent me this.” He held up his phone.
Mom: So proud of you, Cam. I know your father would be too. Love you.
“I really want to hug you right now.”
“So do it,” he said and smiled.
We hugged, as a few athletes stepped around us and kept marching.
I opened my eyes to a camera in my face, and nervous, I tried to pull away.
But Cam turned to the camera, pulled me next to him, and as if we had rehearsed it, we shoved our faces in front of the lens and screamed, “USA! USA! USA!” until a bunch of other Americans joined us in a mob.
We laughed and jogged to catch up to our teammates. The march eventually slowed as we found our spot for the rest of the ceremony. I snagged Cam’s elbow, “Come here,” and snapped a selfie of us surrounded by Navy blazers and white pants.
#bestestbros #america #gymnastics #proud
“I’m glad we’re here together,” I whispered in his ear.
“I am too,” he said. He slid a little closer to me in the crowd, lacing our fingers together.
I looked at him with concern.
“I don’t see any cameras here. It’s pretty crowded. I don’t see anyone around us caring, and even then, you just said we’re ‘bestest bros’ so…” he shrugged.
“Whatever you want, Cam.” I turned to watch the rest of the ceremony, and couldn’t help but smile.
With Cam holding my hand, it was hard to focus.
There were a few speeches and important dignitaries.
A lot of formalities and oaths, and then the Olympic torch entered the stadium.
The crowd quieted as the music soared, and a succession of important Australian athletes passed the torch to one another in a final lap around the stadium.
The last torch-bearer made her way through the crowd of athletes that had surrounded the Olympic cauldron in the center of the field.
She climbed the staircase that encircled the cauldron’s base, and when she got to the top, she held the flame to the edge and stepped back.
The rest of the thirty foot wide cauldron caught on fire and slowly rose into the air.
“This is amazing. It doesn't feel real,” Cam said beside me.
I gave his hand a squeeze. “Feels pretty real to me.”
He looked at me, puckered his lips, and sent me a tiny air kiss.
I sent one back, as the cauldron rested atop its final perch. The Olympic Games were officially open, as was my heart.
We made our way back to the village and said our goodbyes to everyone.
"We'll be in the crowd tomorrow, guys," Hannah said.
"Good luck," Emily added.
"I know you'll all do great," Erika said, leaning towards Cam and whispered, "Especially you."
"What about me?" I asked.
"Meh," she replied.
"You bi-"
“Easy, Luke. She’s just fucking with you,” said Cam, as he led me to our building.
The lobby was crazy. I forgot this night was a gigantic party for most of the athletes.
Hopefully, things wouldn’t get too crazy.
Gymnastics was one of the first day’s events and we needed good sleep.
Granted, I wasn’t planning on sleeping right away.
My phone buzzed. It was Erika.
Erika: I was kidding, Luke. I know you'll do great too.
Luke: You're forgiven. Cam makes me better.
He definitely does that.
I didn't even ask if I was going to Cam's tonight. Ty got off on the sixth floor and I didn't move. He turned, winked, and said, "Have a good night, gentlemen. Do lots of things I wouldn't do."
And as the doors closed, he added, "Or would I?"
The doors weren’t shut for more than a second when Cam pushed me against the wall, one hand on my hip and the other on the back of my head.
His lips were on mine, his tongue teasing them open.
I sprang to attention, and he growled in response, moving his hand from my hip to my ass.
The elevator dinged, and as the doors opened, he pulled off me, but grabbed my hand.
We ran down the hall to his room, laughing.
"Someone's eager," I teased from behind him, licking his ear as he typed in his code.
"I wonder why," he said. "Maybe its something to do with the fact that the hottest guy on Team USA was eye-fucking me the entire evening. I'm pretty sure my dick's ripped my briefs to pieces by now."
"I'll have to get you another pair then, but I should check anyway," I suggested, pulling off my coat.
"Wait," he said. "Let me do that."
He stepped towards me, grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me onto the bed. He knelt down and took each shoe and sock off.
"Stand up."
He loosened my tie and pulled it off over my head, and started unbuttoning my shirt. As it opened up, he ran his hands over my chest, pinching each nipple through my tank top. I shivered.
"You like that?" he asked.
I nodded.
After reaching the last button, he pulled the shirt off and threw it across the room. Slowly, he lifted my tank top, running his hands along my waistband. I started giggling and tried to push his hands away.
"You ticklish there?" he asked.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Okay, I'll stop, but I'll keep that in mind for later. Arms up."
I complied, and he pulled my tank off. He ran his fingers down my chest, then to the side, tracing the pegasus I had there, until he came back to my treasure trail and stopped at my belt.
Suddenly, he stopped the slow teasing. He stripped my belt off, popped open the button on my pants, pushed me back onto the bed and pulled them off me in seconds, leaving me, legs splayed open, in just my jockstrap.
"Of course, you're wearing a red, white, and blue jock," he said.
"Gotta represent Team USA," I said, sitting up on my elbows.
"It works. You look fucking hot. But, take it off and come over here." He motioned with his finger.
I stood up, pulled off my jock, and walked over to him.
He wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed me. It felt weird being naked while he was still clothed, but I liked it. I could feel that he did, too. His right hand dropped to my dick, and he started stroking it between us.
After a few moments, I pulled back a little. "I need you naked, Cam. This is driving me crazy."
"Hmmm...maybe just a little bit longer."
"I'll beg, Cam," I said.
"Yeah, do that. I like that idea."
I knelt in front of him, reaching my hands around to cup his ass. I started nuzzling his crotch with my face.
"Please, Cam. I want you naked now."
I could feel him getting harder. He started grinding slowly against my face, as my mouth started sucking parts of him through his pants.
"I need to have your dick in my mouth. Please."
And that was apparently enough for Cam. While he worked on his top half, I took off his shoes and disrobed the rest of him.
"Fuck!" I said. "You're wearing a jockstrap too!"
Cam looked down at me, blushing.
“Yeah, sorry it’s not Andrew Christian or red, white, and blue. I ordered some, but they won’t get here until the end of the week.”
"You ordered some? You didn't have to! I could've got some for you."
"I wanted to surprise you," he said. "I found this one at the Nike store downtown this morning. Do you like it?"
"Fuck yes! It looks amazing on you."
He turned around slowly, and his ass looked delicious. The most perfect bubble butt I had ever seen.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Honestly, your ass is better than any porn star I've seen."
"You watch a lot of that?"
It was my turn to blush. "Is that a problem?"
"No," he said. "You want the truth?"
"Of course."
"I'm just curious about what you like to watch."
"Want to see?" I asked.
"Really?"
"I'm not ashamed of it. Most of the guys I like look like you. Blonde, athletic, boy-next-door twunks. Come here." I motioned for him to sit next to me, as I moved to sit against the headboard.
"Wait a sec," I added, leaning forward. "You're done with these," I said, pulling his jock off.
I gave his dick a quick suck, and it delighted me to hear him gasp and swear. He groaned when I pulled off and quickly positioned himself next to me on the bed.
"What are we going to watch?"
"Have you heard of Sean Cody?"
"Uh, yeah." His face pinkened again. It’d probably become permanent around me.
"You have?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah, I'm in the closet and nineteen. I need to jack it to something."
"True."
Cam continued, "And I kinda think our ideal guy isn't that different. Though I like brown hair and brown eyes more than blondes."
"Is that so? Well, Blake is my favorite Sean Cody guy. Let me see if I can find him with someone you'll like."