19. Camden
Camden
Luke seemed shocked, but he walked over and sat on the bed. I pulled at him, motioning for him to lie like he was before. It was annoying to flip the notepad back and forth, but I also wanted to feel his body against mine again.
When he leaned over earlier, and his abs peaked out as his shirt lifted, I couldn’t stop my hand from touching him. It was only because of these heavy hospital blankets that Luke hadn’t noticed my hard dick.
I purposely didn’t wiggle over this time, so he had less room. I smiled inwardly as his left arm went over my head. It wasn’t quite snuggling, but it was close. He still hadn’t said anything, so I decided to give him a push.
So, your heart broke. You needed to...
I looked up at him expectantly, and he smiled. “Bossy Cam.”
Those two words certainly brought up some memories, but I still didn’t know what happened and if anything was different now. I wanted it to be, but I needed more than an erection and a cute guy in my hospital bed to change things.
“I...I needed to see you. I needed to talk to you. To say that I’m sorry.
What I did to you was pathetic. It was awful.
You didn’t deserve to be treated like that.
” I was so hopeful, but I let him keep talking.
“There’s nothing I can do to atone for my past actions, but I’ve wanted to apologize for years.
When Ty called last night, and I thought I might never talk to you again, I… I just…”
I thought he was hiding a tear, but I couldn’t tell.
He regained his composure and continued.
“I had already been thinking how asinine I’d been to ignore you all these years.
Seeing you these last two weeks was torture.
I’ve been ready to change my life. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me the same way again, afraid you didn’t wait for me. You would’ve been justified not to.”
You mean Colton?
“Yeah. Are you more than friends?”
I’m tempted to fuck with you, but sarcasm doesn’t really work well with pen and paper. Just friends.
“Thank you for not giving me a heart attack.”
So, what happened that night?
Luke took a deep breath and then explained.
“Well, I told my parents we weren’t seeing each other anymore, but you remember, we were still texting and had planned to keep dating anyway.
My parents somehow got the transcripts of our texts on the day of the ceremony, so they knew I was lying.
They took my phone from me and told me to decide.
I was to go home with them and stop talking to you.
Or I could stay here, ‘throwing away my future’ as they called it, but they would cut me out of their lives.
No money, no college, no car, no place to live. I was alone and upset.”
I heard his voice break and noticed he was crying. “And a coward.”
I was having a hard time holding back tears myself.
He wiped his face with his hands and continued.
“We checked out of the hotel, and we were at the airport before the ceremony even started. I was pretty much crying the entire time, but they didn’t care.
They’d already fired Shane. A few weeks later, they told me I was going to New York for school.
They found Cassandra soon after that. I was extremely depressed that first year, but Ty helped me find a therapist and then I saw you win the national championship.
I started trying harder then, hoping we could both make the Olympics again, and somehow that would help me get you back. ”
I knew he was sorry, and I felt bad he had to go through that, but it wasn’t easy for me either. I needed something more.
What’s different now?
I looked up at him, waiting for his answer. He looked down at me, meeting my gaze, and his words pierced through what shield of self-preservation I had left.
“I made the wrong choice, Cam. I lost four years with you and I don’t want to lose any more. I don’t care what my parents take away from me. There is nothing they could take that would be worth more than you, those four years, or our future together.”
I bit my lip. It was quivering.
He sounded so desperate. “If you’ll have me.”
And then he brought his hand to my cheek.
And damn his eyes. His words had already convinced me.
I had been waiting for them for years, my life on pause, hoping he still felt this way.
But his eyes were beautiful, and I had missed staring into them.
He had a little freckle below his right eye that disappeared into a tiny wrinkle when he smiled.
And I missed that too. I could tell he was holding his breath, waiting for me to write something.
Instead, I dropped the pen and notepad, hooked my left hand around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. He froze for just a second before he relaxed and gave his lips free reign to explore mine.
It had been years, but the spark was as strong as that first night when ‘Alex’ knocked on my door. It was weird how this all started, but sometimes weird worked.
Part of me worried about his parents and what would happen, and part of me didn’t care because I was kissing Luke and he was kissing me. Eventually, the worries disappeared. I couldn't think of anything besides our kiss.
He pulled away first, and I couldn’t help the disappointed whine that came from my mouth.
“You’re sure you still want me?”
I heard the vulnerability in his voice, and I wanted to lighten the mood, while also satisfying a long-standing need, so I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my groin. I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.
“I guess that answers that,” was all he said before his lips were on mine again. It was slightly awkward to kiss him at this angle, so I pulled at his shirt.
“What, Cam?”
I sighed and grabbed the notepad.
Straddle me.
His eyes widened, but without hesitation, he sat on my lap. I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed to touch his body. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt and he leaned down so I could pull it completely off.
He had some hair on his chest now and a fairly obvious treasure trail. He must’ve stopped waxing, and his pegasus tattoo still looked amazing. I whispered, “Fuck,” and he shushed me, pressing his finger to my lips. I slipped my tongue out to lick it and deftly sucked it into my mouth.
“Oh Jesus, Cam.”
I could see the bulge in the front of his shorts, and it reminded me to grind my dick against his ass. He pulled his finger from my mouth and used his hands to balance himself on top of me.
“I like this position,” he said, smiling. He leaned over to kiss me again and I placed my hands on his hips, teasing at his waistband. I wanted to get him completely naked so badly, but all this damn tubing hindered my mobility.
“I can’t wait to get you naked, Cam. I wanna see that cock dripping for me.”
There was a knock on the door. I heard Luke say ‘fuck’ as the door opened.
He tried to get off of me, but got caught on my IV.
His dismount was a disaster. I could see he was falling off the bed and I realized my IV was about to be ripped out of my hand, so I grabbed onto him to prevent both of us from getting hurt.
He hadn’t seemed to think much about his landing, and I got pulled off the bed with him because I wasn’t strong enough to counter his momentum. I did keep him from crashing onto the floor uncontrollably; we kind of slid down there instead.
I heard my mom screech my name, and the doctor and Noah and who knows who else was on top of us before we could untangle ourselves from the pile we landed in. We had knocked the IV pole over, but the needle stayed in my hand, so that was good.
Everything else, well, not so much.
“Nice butt, Cam,” Orion said.
The doctor helped me stand up. Of course, my johnny had come undone. Jesus. I felt my face reddening. I reached behind me to tie it back together. Noah was helping Luke, who was still shirtless. Fuck, where was his shirt?
“I...uh...can see you’re feeling better,” the doctor said.
“Understatement,” Colton said.
I shushed him.
“The results from your labs came back,” he continued, as if he didn’t just witness the beginning of a gay porn. “You’re all clear. No bacteria. Nothing out of the ordinary. We’ll get your discharge paperwork started.”
Colton whispered, “Discharge,” and he and the other guys snickered. I thought I even saw Coach smirk. My mom looked relieved, clearly focused on the lab results and not the awkward situation.
“Anyone know where my shirt went?” Luke asked.
“You mean y’all didn’t neatly fold it and place it somewhere on purpose?”
I gave Colton a glare, and the guys started looking for it. Mom was still talking to the doctor. It was Ty who found it, on the other side of the bed. He tossed it to Luke. “Here you go, bro. Right next to this notepad that says, ‘Straddle me’.”
More giggling and I couldn’t help but smile.
It was embarrassing as fuck, but it could’ve been worse.
And Luke and I were...well, what were we?
Clearly, I had forgiven him, but we didn’t define the relationship.
I assumed we’d kind of restart where we left off.
I probably should’ve asked that before I involved my dick.
I settled back into the bed, and nurses came and removed the IV. They suggested I change out of the johnny. I hadn’t noticed anything of mine in the room, so I took my notepad back.
Any of my stuff here? Clothes? What’s going on at the dorm?
I held up the notepad to Noah and Coach.
“None of your stuff is here, though they started letting athletes into the building this morning,” Noah said.
“I was going to get our stuff right after this,” Colton added.
“So, it wasn’t a terrorist threat then?” Luke asked, settling into a chair on my right. My eyes darted to Coach.