28. Lucas #3
I forced him to take a few sips of the water O brought, and I had Colton find his inhaler and meds. After a few minutes snuggling into my shoulder, his eyelids started to droop. He’d be out in a few minutes.
“You need help gettin’ him into bed?” Colton asked.
“I think Luke’s problem is that Cam won’t leave his bed,” O said.
What’s gotten into him tonight?
“Just to be safe, I’ll take the help. I can probably get him in there myself, but it was much easier with you helping a second ago. We also may have had a meetup with the paparazzi in the lobby.”
“So they finally found us,” O said.
“Bound to happen. Five strapping lads, includin’ two that go for public kissin’.”
“Hey! He kissed me, Colton.”
“I know, I know.” Colton was already sliding his arm behind Cam. “But you ain’t complainin’.”
I got ready on my side and, on the count of three, we lifted him up and headed to our bedroom.
We laid him gently on the bed, and I said good night to Colton. Cam mumbled something.
“Night, Luke.”
I went to the bathroom to pee, brush my teeth and go through my skin routine. By the time I came back to the bed, Cam was snoring lightly. He did that if he fell asleep on his back.
I pulled his shoes and socks off and unbuttoned his pants. He lazily tried to grab at my hands and thrust upwards. I could tell his dick was half-hard through his briefs.
“Mierda, even in your sleep, you’re horny as fuck.”
I shucked his briefs off next, then moved up to his shirt.
Pushing to one side of the bed, I pulled back the covers on the other side, so that I could roll him back and then under them.
I stripped myself and joined him, making sure Cam’s face was toward my chest. I was a lighter sleeper than him, and if he puked in the middle of the night, I would know.
It would be all over me, but I wanted him to be safe, so it was a risk I was willing to take.
Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr.
Ugh. It’s too early.
Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr.
Cam’s head was still on my chest, right where it had been when he fell asleep. I reached over to my phone to grab it. Shane was calling.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Rough night?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Just looking at this nice photo of you with a big scowl, and Cam looking like he’s Dionysus incarnate.”
“How bad is it?”
“Not bad at all, actually. The media is loving it. They’ve gone with the ‘finally free to be themselves and celebrating’ angle. There’s also a photo of you two with Jake and Graham, so they’re calling you the gay Olympic mafia.”
“They are?”
“Well, one outlet is.”
“Couldn’t they have gone with the Fabulous Foursome or something?”
“Foursome would sound like you’re in a poly relationship.”
“Okay, scratch that,” I said. “You’ve thought a lot about this, haven’t you?”
“Hey, just protecting you, Luke. But that’s not why I’m calling. I’ve got some sponsorship news. Is it okay to come over? Cam’s got a doctor’s appointment today, and I’m guessing he forgot.”
“And also, based on the pics, you might need help waking Cam up!” I heard Noah yell in the background.
I looked down at Cam’s head. He still hadn’t moved. I needed to pee and shower. “Come on over. I’ll see you soon.”
I hung up and nudged Cam a bit. He didn’t even make a noise. I leaned down to make sure he was breathing and was met with the stench of his tropical breath.
Oh, he is going to hate himself when he wakes up.
The hot water felt amazing. I slept in the same position all night and my muscles were tight. I soaped everywhere because despite Cam’s likely hangover, neither of us had cum last night, and Cam had been super horned up.
I finished rinsing and shut off the water. I grabbed the towel from the shower door and started drying off as I stepped over the threshold. Cam was right there.
“Shit, you scared me.” I felt my heart race for a few beats, and then Cam smiled as he rubbed his eyes. His bed-head was so fucking adorable. “How do you feel?”
“Did we fuck last night?”
“One, I would never have sex with you while you were that drunk. And two, why do you say that?”
“I was kind of hoping the pounding in my head was because something else took a pounding.”
I chuckled. “Ah, no, but that sounds like something we can do.” My dick was paying very close attention to where this conversation was headed.
“Oh no.”
“What?” I asked.
Cam ran to the toilet and barely lifted the lid before the first wave came.
It wasn’t pleasant, but I sat with him on the floor until it stopped.
“I can’t believe you saw that,” he said.
I shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll see worse.”
“Not if I never drink again. I can’t believe that happened.”
“Well, keep it to a two drink maximum.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I had already stood up, found a glass, and filled it with water. Turning back to Cam, I grabbed the bottle of mouthwash, too.
He took a swig of water and spit into the toilet. He dumped some mouthwash into the cup and swished that around, too. I tossed my towel on the floor and turned the shower back on.
“Come on, handsome. Let’s get you washed up. You’ll feel better once you’re clean.”
“My dick certainly will if you’re the one washing it.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed him into the shower.