4. Camden
Camden
“Everything okay, tiger? You sound stressed? Wanna make this a video chat and release some tension?”
“Sorry, Cam, maybe in a few minutes, but I need to vent.”
Fuck, I knew something was wrong.
“I don’t know what to do, Cam. Well, I know what to do, but it sucks it’s even happening.”
“Okay, you need to just spit it out because I’m imagining a lot of really bad things.”
“Preston Hayes, you know him?”
“Not well. A little young for my tastes.”
“Well, if you said something like that to his face, he’d probably call you a fag.”
“Did he say something to you?” I sat up in bed, kicking off the covers.
“Not to me, but he may have said it to O. I think so anyway. He didn’t want to hang with the team today because we’re all gay gay gay and he didn’t want us to turn him gay or some bullshit.
I haven’t dealt with this in so long. I can’t believe I have to deal with it here. ” Luke sighed. “It’s fucked up.”
“Well, you know what you have to do. I’d talk to Shane and Woodward. They need to know. It’s not fair to you, Orion, or Ezra.”
“And Miles too, apparently.”
“Jesus, you guys are gay as fuck. That means Alex and Preston are the only straights on the last three teams, though I’m not so sure about Preston.”
“What do you mean?”
“That kind of anger’s obviously hiding something.”
“Well, whatever’s happening with him, I can’t have him spouting off whenever he feels the need.”
“I know.” I let a comfortable silence linger, though my earlier horniness hadn’t dissipated. “You wanna watch me nut on my face?”
Hearing Luke’s laughter made me glad I offered.
“Fuuuck. Yes, I want to see that.”
It was nice to sleep in, but my mind immediately went back to last night’s conversation.
I couldn’t believe the team would have to deal with a homophobe.
It kind of seemed like nothing was going quite our way this time.
It hurt a little more knowing Luke would have to deal with it without me there to back him up.
I did my best with last night’s performance.
But our fuckfest wasn’t enough to distract me, so my self-facial would only help Luke so much.
At the very least, maybe it helped him fall asleep.
I sent him a quick text to let him know I was thinking about him, then got up to start the shower.
I wiped my face with a shirt last night, but I needed to give it a good rinse before we headed out today.
I took a piss while the water warmed up, then opened the glass door to step into the torrent coming from above.
Everything about this hotel was gorgeous, and that included the bathroom.
Natural light filtered in from tiny windows along the top of the east wall.
If Luke ever joined us here, there was plenty of room in the shower for two.
I started to harden at the thought of shower sex with him.
After four years together, our sex life was still everything I wanted it to be.
If we weren’t working or working out, we were most likely fucking.
I ran my fingers down my shaft, squeezing the head.
“Mornin’, sugar!”
“Jesus, Colton. Knock much?!” I turned my body away from the door as he entered, followed by Zeph.
“I told you he’d be in the shower,” Colton said.
Zeph added, “We heard the water running.”
“That’s usually how a shower works,” I said, my dick softening quickly.
“We know that, darlin’. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t lying on the floor. The bathroom is the number one place for household accidents.”
“Don’t worry, Colton. Zeph probably just wanted to see my penis.”
“No! I just wanted to make sure you weren’t pumpin’ the keg in here. We’re hungry!”
“Sure. Let me rinse off and I’ll be right out. Feel free to stay and supervise.”
“We’re leaving, Cam. No worries.” Zeph dragged Colton out of the room and shut the door behind them.
Over breakfast, I told Colton and Zeph about Preston.
Both were as pissed as me since their coming out processes were fairly recent.
To put it mildly, Colton made some waves in his Texas town when he came out of the closet, and Zeph was only the second out player in the NFL at the time. It hadn’t been an easy road for them.
“It sucks that gay people have to deal with this shit, but Coach should be able to handle it,” Colton suggested.
“Based on what Colton’s told me, he’s been supportive of you and Luke. The coaching staff at the Stallions was like that for me. They didn’t renew this guy’s contract because he kept giving me shit. Sent a clear message to the rest of the team.”
“I know. I just hate not knowing. Being away from him. It’s not even been two full days and I feel like I haven’t seen him in weeks.”
“Aw, that’s sweet, but I can’t relate. Two days away from Zeph and I’m still enjoying myself.”
“Oh really?” Zeph’s eyebrows went up an inch.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. By the time you’re back in my bed, I missed you an awful lot. I’m just sayin’ some people enjoy some alone time more than others. Cam doesn’t appear to be one of those people.”
“So we need to distract him?”
“It’s not a huge deal. I’ll see Luke tonight. We have plans for dinner.”
“Is it dinner or ‘dinner’?” Colton asked, using air quotes.
“Hopefully, a little of both.” I waggled my eyebrows, trying to convince myself and the guys that I was okay. I was and I wasn’t, and I was glad they were here with me.
“The Cock and Bull? Really?” Luke asked, stepping out of the Uber.
I ignored his question and scooped him into my arms, squeezing as tight as I could.
“I missed you too, handsome,” he said into my ear.
Once his feet had touched the ground again, I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him. “That was my first thought when I saw it.”
“I thought you were joking.”
I laughed. “I thought Colton was joking.”
“So…where are these porn stars at?”
I slapped his shoulder. “Funny! Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat, then come back here for a bit? I’m not sure how late you want to be out.
” I wanted him to break the rules and spend the night, but I knew the importance of keeping a set schedule, especially before a competition.
And the Olympics wasn’t just any competition.
“Um, I have no idea what’s around here, so…your decision?” He shrugged and held his hands up.
“There’s a Mexican café we walked by earlier today. It looked nice. We can head that way. It’s just a few blocks away. You up for that?”
“If you’re there, I’m up for anything.”
“Total cheese, but I’ll take it.” I shoved at his shoulder but moved closer. “I missed it. Give me more cheese.”
Luke’s fingers threaded into mine and we headed down the sidewalk.
The server left to put in our order. It was dim inside and busy, so I wasn’t surprised we weren’t recognized. It was about fifty-fifty most of the time anyway.
“How was your first day in the gym?” I asked, hoping Luke had talked to Woodward about the Preston situation.
“Good, a little tightness in my chest but I worked through it.”
I nodded, took a sip of my soda, then asked, “Did you talk to Shane or Woodward?”
“Yeah.”
“How’d that go?”
“About as good as you’d expect.”
“So…bad?”
Luke nodded. “Uh, yeah. Coach spoke with all the guys including Preston, then immediately ended practice and told us to go back to the village. Shane said the coaches were going to have an emergency meeting.”
“Did Shane tell you what happened?”
“Like you have to ask! I texted him to call me as soon as their meeting was over. He met me at the village afterward. Basically, if Preston says anything like that again to anyone on the team, he’s off the team.
Coach was adamant. Apparently, Dmitry tried to deny everything, but Coach said Preston admitted it, so Dmitry kind of looked foolish.
Preston’s keeping his room and Miles will stay with O.
Coach didn’t want any of us to have to live with Preston after that.
Press conferences will be closely monitored and if Preston doesn’t support the team, he’ll be reprimanded.
Whatever that means. But I doubt anyone’s going to ask him about his feelings on sexuality. ”
“I still say he’s repressing something.”
“Well, whatever he’s doing, he can stay the fuck away from me and the guys.”
I rubbed his leg under the table and offered a sympathetic smile.
“I’m too old for this shit. You’d think being on a team with a two-time Olympic veteran, the reigning Olympic all-around gold medalist, that that would garner some respect, but God forbid, I stick my dick in the wrong place-”
Of course, it was at that moment the server arrived with our food.
“Here we are, gentlemen,” he said, setting our plates down. “Just know that we don’t discriminate based on where you stick your dicks.” He winked. “Can I get anything else for you?”
I asked for more soda. Luke shook his head. I didn’t hold back my laughter as the server turned to leave. Luke’s cheeks pinkened up as he started picking at his chicken tacos. “Shut up!”
“I didn’t say anything!” I held my hands up. “I’m glad it’s been dealt with and hopefully, he’s not a shithead again.”
“One can only hope.”
“Do you want any dessert?” Luke asked.
We were on our way back to the hotel. I squeezed his hand and replied, “I’m good for now, but maybe later. Wanna see my room?”
Luke laughed. “Of course.”
We enjoyed the balmy weather. San Francisco in July was close to Florida’s winter. It was almost cool enough that I needed a sweatshirt, but Luke’s proximity and the expectation of the sexy times ahead were enough to keep me warm.
The street was fairly busy. I was surprised since it was a Tuesday.
Just six more days until the opening ceremony.
It was still hard to believe that I wouldn’t walk in another one.
London had been my last. I certainly couldn’t complain.
I left London with a gold and three silvers and a steady long-term relationship with the sweetest man ever.
This must be the acceptance stage of grief.
“What are you thinking about? You went quiet. I was expecting a sex joke. Something raunchy about dessert.”