22. Lucas
Lucas
Back at the hotel, I grabbed some blueberries from the fridge. I had actually made Cam his own section, so the other guys didn’t eat the food that was specifically recommended by the doctor. That was the hope, anyway.
“Hey,” Cam said, as I felt two hands circle my waist from behind. “Whatcha doing?” he asked, his mouth a few inches from my ear.
I smiled, leaned back and offered him my lips, which he smooched.
“Getting you a snack.”
“Thanks, tiger.”
“Oooh, I’ve missed that. Are you shirtless?” I turned to confirm my suspicions.
“Yeah, about that. If we’re going to go shopping, do you have anything I can wear that’s less...sweatpant-y?” Cam asked.
“Ew, don’t say that word again,” I said. “And yeah, I’m sure I have a pair of jeans and a shirt. Did you do your steam breathing?”
“Oh good, you have pants on,” Colton teased, waltzing into the kitchen in his boxers like a damn Abercrombie model. Cam was my boyfriend, but I still wasn’t a fan of that much Texas muscle on display.
It was unfair to be jealous, especially since we shared a locker room with Colton and saw more of his body in the showers. But Colton was hard not to notice. He had a large presence, and a history with Cam. A naked history.
“I did my breathing,” he said to me, then turned to Colton, “and yes, I’m wearing pants. Are those Noah’s boxers?”
I did a double take.
“Nah. Alex gave me a pair.”
“Sharing underwear now? Are you telling Zephyrus?” Cam teased.
“Hell no, though it don’t mean nothin’. We’re still waitin’ on our clothes.”
“About that...” Cam started.
“Yeah, I figure before we go shoppin’, we need to check out the village. I’ve heard they have free gear for us, like shoes, shirts, jackets, workout stuff. We should go there first before spendin’ anything,” Colton suggested.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. We saw it in Brisbane, but I had so much stuff already.”
“You sure you feel well enough to go out?” I asked. I knew I was being overprotective.
“I’m okay, Luke. Scout’s honor,” he said, giving me another peck on the lips.
Normally, I wouldn’t have grabbed anything at what amounted to the biggest yard sale I’d ever seen, but with my parents cutting me off, I was going to take what I could.
I hadn’t tried my credit card yet, but I wasn’t hopeful and I didn’t want to pass up this chance.
Not that it was actually a sale. Everything was free.
I grabbed hoodies, running shorts, dri-fit shirts.
They had everything. I even found some underwear - a pair of swanky Nike boxer briefs and a pair of cute Tommy Hilfiger briefs.
I heard rumors from Shane that we were getting fancy watches this year, as well as the latest iPad in some duffel bag-palooza that had yet to happen.
I understood why companies did it - to get their name out there - but I had never truly appreciated how valued this stuff was.
Most athletes struggled to finance an Olympic run, let alone have the ability to purchase all this merchandise, and I never even gave it an extra thought.
Until now. It was not a situation I was looking forward to, but with Cam and Shane by my side, I kept telling myself it would be okay. Cam made it more than worthwhile.
“I’m running out of muscles to hold up these bags,” Cam said to me.
“I know what you mean.” My own arms were full.
“This is amazing!” Colton yelped, practically running up to us. “It’s better than my old stuff. I don’t even need the stuff from the cleaners.”
“We’re still getting it though, right?” Cam asked.
“Yeah, of course. I think Tyler actually signed up for delivery since it was included, so it should show up at the hotel when it’s ready.”
“Something important?” I asked.
Cam mumbled something, so I asked him to repeat it. “Something sentimental,” he said. I don’t know if embarrassed was the right word, but I knew not to push it, though it piqued my curiosity. Did he have a lucky jockstrap like me?
We found Alex and O looking at the shoes and we all ended up grabbing two pairs. It was a little ridiculous how much stuff we ended up coming away with, but I was happy Cam and Colton now had some clothes to wear that they chose. Though I did like seeing Cam in mine.
We headed to the transportation center in the village and only waited for the shuttle for a few minutes. Each van held up to twelve people, and being able to call it on demand was convenient.
“Do you still want to go shopping for some non-athletic clothes?” I asked the guys.
“If that’s okay, yeah,” Cam answered.
“I could live for weeks on what I just got back there, but I reckon I should get some jeans and a few non-muscle shirts,” Colton said.
“Isn’t every shirt for you a muscle shirt?” Cam quipped.
“Well, yeah.” Colton flexed his arms as if he needed to prove what all of us already knew. I was glad Cam and I were together again, but I was still struggling to push my insecurities over their jack-off session out of my head.
For selfish reasons, I convinced the guys to swing through Regent Street instead of Oxford for their clothes. I argued it was something new, but Cam could tell I had an ulterior motive. Unable to withstand his scrutiny, I caved. “There’s a toy store I want to see.”
“A toy store?” Cam asked.
“Like for kids?” Colton added.
“Yeah, it’s world famous. It’s the oldest and largest toy store in the world. Seven floors.”
“Seven floors of toys?” O chimed in.
I nodded. And that was enough to convince them to go.
Seven floors were enough to split the group up quickly, but Cam stayed by my side. We knew there was a lot of interest in Cam because of the fire, so he kept my hoodie from earlier to help him remain anonymous.
To my surprise, it worked. Considering he was the hottest man on the planet, I wasn’t sure why everyone wasn’t staring at him.
You could see the muscles under his clothes.
It wasn’t just because I knew what every inch of his body looked like naked.
His jeans were that tight. Well, my jeans, hence the tightness.
“Will you stop staring,” he whisper-hissed. “You’re going to make me pop a boner, and from the feel of it, I don’t think your pants could handle it.”
I grabbed a plush bull from the mountain of stuffed animals, held it in front of my face, and mock-begged, “Please don’t be mad, Cam. You’re just too adora-bull.”
He turned to sweep his glacial blue eyes over my cute display. “Really?”
I made the bull nod.
Cam’s eyes swept the pile. He grabbed a plushie. “I’d be lion if I didn’t think it was a little cute.”
I tossed the bull back onto the mountain, gleeful that he was playing the game, and looked for my next pun-imal.
“Well, I am kind of a pig deal.”
He grabbed a hedgehog. “You do look sharp today.”
“Why, thank you. You always quack me up.”
“Okay, this is just getting baaaad, now.”
I smiled as he put the sheep back into the mountain, and I stepped closer to him, forgetting for a second we were in public. “Maybe you’ll have to punish me later.”
He didn’t step back. “What for?”
I didn’t want to say in public, so I made some dumb joke and promised myself to bring it up again when we were alone. Thankfully, he didn’t push. I shouldn’t have said anything anyway, but my mouth had a tendency to ignore my brain, especially if my dick inserted itself into the situation.
I smiled on the inside at that mental image, then asked Cam to text the guys in our group chat to meet out front. In a few minutes, we were out of the store and headed to H&M. It was the biggest store in the area, had cute clothes, and would be affordable for everyone.
I restrained myself from joining Cam in his dressing room, but started taking photos each time he’d debut a new look. I thought it would make a cute post on Instagram later. Maybe it could lead to something with H&M if they liked it?
Most of his appearances were PG, but there were times he came from behind the curtain in varying states of dress, some of which showed me the goods.
Literally. One time, he “forgot” to button up his pants, and his underwear just happened to be so low that the ‘V’ his abdominal muscles created made me want to whip it out and bust a nut.
Turns out, standing around in public with a visible hard-on isn’t unacceptable to everyone.
There was a cute guy changing next to Cam that didn’t have a problem with it.
When he spoke to Cam on their second mirror-glance encounter, it was too low for me to hear exactly what he said, but I heard the growl from my throat before I could stop myself. I stood up to make a move to get between them, but heard Cam politely tell him he was flattered but seeing someone.
“You’re a lucky guy,” the random cute dressing room guy said to me. And that was that.
I was lucky, though. My dick was certainly getting a workout today.
Upon the third adjustment of myself, I had to lick the precum off my hand.
It was so much. I didn’t want to smear it on my pants, fearing it would be too obvious.
And my middle school math teacher thought I wasn’t a good problem solver.
Colton came and tried on a few things, and by the time they were done, they each had four outfits to wear. Colton snagged a belt too, and I made Cam get some colorful boxer briefs as well.
I told Cam I wanted to try something first, so when the cashier rang the clothes up, I handed her my credit card.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s been declined. I’ve tried twice,” she said, handing me back my card.
“Well, I guess that answers that,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Not a problem, Luke. I didn’t expect you to get them for me. It was sweet of you to offer.”
Was it, though? Sweet that I was going to pay with my parents’ money? I needed to find a job after London. There was no way I was going to let Cam support me and pay for everything. I needed to show him I could be self-sufficient and contribute to our relationship as much as he could.