14. Camden #2
After a quick pump session at the gym with Ezra, Luke and I had some time to mess around, and Luke didn’t waste it. Ty left us alone in the hotel room and we snuggled in each other's arms under the covers almost immediately. Naked, of course.
He said, “You’ve taken such good care of me. It’s time for me to-”
And then his mouth was full…of my dick.
I tried only once to pull him off me. I was going to flip us so we could sixty-nine, but he pushed my hand to the side, and said, “Just enjoy this, Cam. Let me make you feel good.”
After a few minutes, he pulled off, caught his breath, and asked, “Mind if you stand up, so I can kneel? My arm’s getting tired and I can’t, you know…use this one.”
“Of course. If you’re sure.”
“I told you what to do. Stand the fuck up and get your dick back in my mouth.”
I could still taste myself on his tongue when we kissed goodbye, and the visual of watching him swallow my load, combined with the snugness of his jock, kept me hard for the ride back to the village.
Over the years, dressing each other would remain an erotic experience. I’m not sure exactly how often it happened, or why it was so charged. There was just something about covering up your lover’s body, knowing what was underneath it all, and that included when we swapped clothing.
So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when he said he wanted to dress me before I left.
What was a surprise was when he brought my briefs to his face to take a healthy sniff and kept them to wear for himself.
My dick was already half hard from the sight by the time he came over to slip his lucky jock up and over my lengthening shaft.
“You’re going to do great,” he said.
I sighed. “I wish you-”
“I know, Cam. I know.” He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned into my chest. I pressed my cheek against the side of his head, his curls tickling my nose. He eventually nestled under my chin and I held him against me for a moment, careful not to crush his arm.
“I’ll be in the crowd, handsome. Don’t forget to impress me.”
I laughed, half-heartedly. I knew he was trying to make light of the situation, so I went along with it.
“Should be easy to do that. Just stare at my ass, it’s what you usually do anyway.”
He gave the briefest smirk before offering me one final kiss, and then he escorted me to the door.
“Hey, Cam. You ready?”
I had just finished dressing. “Yeah.” I grabbed my jacket out of the locker and pulled it on, checking my bag to make sure I had everything tucked away. My phone, the platypus coin, my comp shorts, my wrist supports. “Let’s go.”
“We’ll have about a half hour to warm up,” Noah said.
I walked past Ezra and Miles. Both were deep in the pep talk zone with their coaches.
Hudson was rubbing Miles’ back and Zane was having Ezra do some breathing exercises.
I briefly heard Zane say, “It’s going to be hard, but you’re going to have to tune out everything that’s out there,” before I was out of earshot.
“You got this, Cam.”
We were in the last group to compete. Just like London.
I had spent my day with Ezra at the gym and Luke in his bed, so I didn’t have to look at the scores.
They didn’t help me. I already knew I needed to do my best and there was no point stressing out about my maximum points in comparison to those that had already gone.
Some guys were just going to have a more difficult routine than me and that was all there was to it. They’d either crush it and likely score better than me, or I would kill my routines and hope that they didn’t do so well on theirs.
Either way, I had two goals tonight. Make the all-around final and at least one event final.
I didn’t need to be the best tonight. I needed to be among the best. That’s all it would take.
“Let’s go, Cam!!!”
I smiled as soon as I heard Ty yell. It was accompanied by various other whoops and cheers.
I hadn’t even climbed onto the podium yet and they found me. I glanced over to the source and sure enough, Ty and Luke were both standing holding a big sign that read, “My Boyfriend’s Hot.”
Imaginative is not a word I would use to describe either of them, but I did appreciate the support.
I headed over to the parallel bars. To be honest, at this point I didn’t have a weak event, per se. I was pretty damn good on all of the apparatus, and still killed it on the vault and floor exercise, but that didn’t mean I’d ever skip a warmup.
We’d also have time before each rotation to test the equipment and go through a few skills before competition began.
I ran my hands over the bars, adding some chalk to each, before clapping mine together to get rid of the excess powder.
With Noah’s assistance, I opened with a few basic skills, then laid out my first big skill, a Teng Hai Bin.
It was one of the hardest moves in the routine - a combo hanging basket with a twist, a let-go and a handstand.
It was only with Luke’s guidance that I finally nailed it regularly.
Like coach, like athlete - parallel bars wasn’t Noah’s strength either.
“That’s my guy!” echoed loudly through the arena, which caused me to chuckle and drop from the bars.
My eyes immediately found Ty and Luke and their ridiculous sign, which now said something about athletics.
It was hard to read from the floor. I wagged my finger their way and let someone else have a go on the bars.
More cheers rang through the din of the crowd. The flash of red drew my attention. The rest of my team had arrived.
Orion and Preston headed to the floor with Ezra and Miles on their heels.
When Ezra stopped mid-stride to stare at something, Miles plowed into him, almost knocking them both over.
Luckily, both Hudson and Zane reacted quickly and prevented them from falling.
My eyes followed Ezra’s gaze and found…a shirtless Jack Davies.
The de facto leader of the British squad had his slightly furry pecs on display and was stretching his other muscles proudly.
This was his third Olympics as well. He looked relaxed.
I was beginning to believe Orion’s conspiracy theories about the random draws.
In addition to Great Britain, Japan and Brazil were the other teams in our group.
All the heavy hitters from London were back.
And while Russia, Ukraine, and maybe China were solid contenders, I was almost certain one of the four teams competing tonight was walking away with the gold medal in two days time.
It was going to be an intense night.
Apparently, all it had taken for me to start caring about scores was thinking I was done with the Olympics. I don’t know what happened, but I spent half the time with my eyes glued to the scoreboards. I had never been like that before and Noah noticed.
“I see you don’t need me to keep track of your performance requirements. Although, I don’t know why you’re already looking. You haven’t done anything yet.”
“Shut up.”
But it was true.
Woodward randomized the order this year, so that the pressure wasn’t on the same person for each apparatus. We would each get a taste of being the first or last to go, though to be honest, it never mattered to me. I liked it either way. More to the point, it didn’t affect me either way.
Four up, three count. That’s how qualifying worked. We put four guys in each event, but only three counted toward the team’s scores.
In a surprise move, Preston was angling for the all-around, which put a little more pressure on me and Miles.
Not that I thought Preston was better than me, but only two athletes from each country could compete in the final, even if all of us placed in the top twenty-four today.
The number of entrants wasn’t unusual - Luke, Alex and I had all tried in London - but it was his age that made it unlikely.
He was the second youngest on our team. Based on what I had seen, I wasn’t sure what Dmitry was thinking, or how he had convinced Woodward to let him try.
As far as the other two, Ezra hadn’t developed enough yet and Orion decided to not become an all-arounder some time ago, choosing to focus on his best events. Like the rings.
His body had definitely changed over the years I had known him, his top half was much larger than before. One of the side effects of becoming a specialist. It helped him on rings for sure. He finished his perfect routine with a stuck landing and a huge smile.
It made me wonder who won if he and Austin ever wrestled.
Luke hurt himself on the rings.
I don’t know why that random thought chose this moment to flash into my thoughts, but fuck, it was true. Our team’s first event was the one that took him out of the Olympics.
I looked to the right, in the middle by the floor, and found him. Well, him, Ty, my mother. Everybody. Luke was smiling, cheering. He seemed happy.
I can do this. I know I can do this.