3. Lucas #2
He wasn’t one to cover up in the locker room, so I found it curious that he was wearing a towel. Alex was the only shy one on the team. Colton, as usual, was on full display, and while he was impressive, seeing him next to Cam, there was no comparison. Colton was taller, and that was it.
I imagined I could see the muscles of Cam’s ass through the towel clinging to it. The slight lump in the front where I knew what the towel was hiding. I couldn’t help but wet my lips at the thought of-
“Psst,” I heard to my left.
I looked over and O was looking at me, quizzically. “Did you hear me?”
“Uh...no, sorry. What?”
“If you can get permission to come out today, any place you want to see?”
Spending my parents’ money would probably be a pleasant distraction, and I had done some research already. “Oxford Street and Soho?”
“Let me guess, gays and shopping?” he asked.
“Flip it and you got it,” I smiled.
“Works for me,” O said, then he leaned over and whispered, “I think you may have some drool still right there,” gesturing to my chin.
“Cut it out, wise-ass,” I said, shoving his hand away.
“So, where we goin’?” Colton asked.
“Oxford Street and Soho,” O answered.
“Sounds very British.” Colton laughed at his own comment.
God, this is awkward.
After showering, I headed to my locker to dry off and get dressed.
I’d have to return to the hotel since I didn’t bring any street clothes, and I was afraid if I did that, Cassandra wouldn’t let me come back.
But I didn’t want to walk around London in sweats and a hoodie either.
I pulled on my clothes and practically bolted out of the locker room to go find her to ask.
I didn’t have to go far. She was waiting for me.
“Ready to go, Lucas?”
“Actually, I had a question for you.” I saw her eyebrows rise. “The team was going to do some sightseeing this afternoon. I was hoping I could go with them.”
“Is Camden going?”
“Yeah, he’s part of the team.” I saw the sour look on her face. “Look, you can’t keep me locked away forever. It’s a team thing. The other guys will all be there.”
I could practically see the ‘No’ forming when she said, “Get Orion out here. I’ll have a talk with him.”
“Orion?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes, Lucas. Your friend and teammate, Orion.”
I walked back into the locker room to get him.
“What’s this about?” he asked, fidgeting. “She’s scary as fuck, Luke.”
“I don’t know.” He followed me toward the exit. “I asked to go with you guys and she said she wanted to talk to you.”
“Okay. Weird...but I’ll see what she wants,” he said, as I opened the door for him.
Cassandra dismissed me, so I walked out of earshot. A few minutes later, O walked back over smiling. “You can come!”
“What’d she say to you?”
“That if you and Cam spend any time alone together and she finds out about it, then I can no longer speak to you or be your friend.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
“It’s not like she’d find out if it even happened. I’m not gonna tell her,” he admitted. “Did something happen between you two? Is that why it’s so awkward and Cassandra is like a watered down Disney villain?”
“I...don’t really want to talk about it right now, O, but I’m happy I can go. I need to go change first.”
“Me too. The needing to change part.” He laughed. “And sorry, I guess the other thing is none of my business. We’ll meet you at the Marble Arch at noon. I figured that’s an easy landmark, plus it’s a Tube stop. I’ll bring the guys.”
She must have seen the surprise on my face when I walked back over to her. “Don’t disappoint me, Lucas. I’m not cruel. I know you need to have a little fun. Just don’t take advantage of it.”
“Thanks, Cassandra.”
I disliked having to grovel just to hang out with the team, but the result was that I was being given a little freedom. And I didn’t intend to waste it in sweats.
They gave all athletes monthly passes for the Tube, so we didn’t have to worry about getting around.
I got to the Arch early, so I was people-watching from a bench and perhaps a little excited.
I tried to look as cute as possible without looking like I tried.
My outfit hopefully left little to anyone’s imagination.
I had on brand new, black Nike low-tops, mid-thigh length black denim shorts and a bright pink polo that hugged my broad chest. It was beautiful out, in the mid-sixties and sunny.
I saw the guys before they saw me. I couldn’t help but notice many women turn their heads to gawk at the muscular spectacle before them, and more than a few men as well.
Any of them would have made my mouth water on sight, but my eyes were for Cam and Cam alone.
He was wearing the tightest jeans I had ever seen him in.
I could see his calf muscles bulging through the legs.
He had bright white tennis shoes and a white dress shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, and quite a few buttons unbuttoned.
I was not complaining and my dick, stirring in my shorts, wasn’t either.
I willed it back down as I stood up and waved.
“There he is,” Colton said. “I still can’t believe you got away from her.”
Speechless, all I could do was blush. Did everyone know?
“Get away from who?” Alex asked.
“His...uh...coach is a little controlling,” O covered for me.
“Oh, that’s nothing. I used to have a coach in grade school that wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom unless I asked permission.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, it wasn’t until high school when I had the balls to tell my parents I hated him.”
O laughed and Alex asked, “What’s so funny?”
“I’ve never heard you say ‘balls’ before.”
“That’s funny?” he asked, throwing up his hands. “Balls, balls, balls. I know I’ve said it before.”
I started giggling too, and then Colton and Cam did as well.
“You guys are weird. The locker room is all dick this and dick that, but the second I say ‘balls', you all lose it!”
We were all really laughing now, and Alex eventually joined us. I was thankful that we had steered the conversation away from Cassandra. I didn’t want to think about her for the rest of the day.