15. Lucas #2
“Cam says he’s very excitable,” Heather added.
I scoffed. That was an understatement.
“He’s pretty handsome.”
I looked at Zeph just as Colton punched his shoulder. “No teammates.”
“Why didn’t you tell him that at dinner?” I asked. “He could’ve used a pick-me-up.”
Zeph shrugged.
“He was too busy lettin’ Miles drool on him.”
“I make time for my fans. What can I say?”
“Preston’s up next,” Ty said.
I’d like to think it was my quick trip to the bathroom and the indecent image I sent to Cam that helped him bounce back on the high bar, and maybe it was. I’d have to ask him later.
He didn’t wipe out on the parallel bars or anything, but it wasn’t his best.
That’s why I sent him some encouragement. With the caption: “Second favorite dick.” He needed to loosen up.
O was checking in with Miles every now and then, even though he had Hudson. Maybe Ezra’s frenetic energy was affecting Cam. Zane was always an option too.
Cam said he dealt with it, but the part of me that worried for Cam - i.e. all of me - was still concerned. He was likely compartmentalizing because this was his last Olympics. He couldn’t afford a meltdown. I’d just have to be there when it hit.
Thankfully, the new arena was ADA compliant and had a few accessible bathroom stalls. I was able to use the mirror in one of them to take a salacious mirror selfie to get a good angle, then I cropped it for maximum effect.
Cam: Thanks for that.
Cam: I needed the laugh.
That confirmed it. It did help.
Wait.
Luke: You weren’t laughing at my dick, right?
Luke: Just that I sent it?
Cam: Wow. Someone’s insecure.
Cam: I can post it to my story and brag about it if you want.
Okay, whew.
I knew he liked it. Well, of course he liked my dick, but he also liked the message. All this texting made it hard to keep things straight.
Luke: I don’t think your fans would like that.
Cam: The intactivists would. They’ll love your dick.
Where did he pull that from?
Luke: Okay, steering the ship back on course.
Luke: Good luck on the floor. You guys are the team to beat.
“I have to pee.”
“Can you hold it for like two minutes?” Austin asked. “O’s up first.”
Erika turned to her brother and pulled his hoodie strings tight. “If I piss my pants, I’m using your hoodie to cover up.”
“Deal.”
Isaak, despite being glued to his tablet most of the time, was super attentive as soon as Erika stood up after O landed his final tumbling pass.
Austin asked if she needed any more help, but she said if it was going to take more than Isaak to lift her off the toilet, they’d call the fire department instead.
I couldn’t help but notice Remy relax once it was decided Austin was staying put.
“He’s last on the pommel horse, so she should be back in time,” Austin said, seemingly to himself.
Cam was last to go for the team on the floor exercise. Up next was Miles, who had really performed well tonight so far.
Miles had both Hudson and Woodward talking to him, though once Woodward stepped away, Hudson sat next to Miles and put his arm around his shoulders. I guessed he was trying to calm him down. While Miles didn’t show it as much as Ezra did, I was sure he was just as terrified of screwing up.
I’d be willing to bet no one else noticed, but it was sweet in a way, watching the two of them. Of course, I needed to stop thinking everyone was a couple just because they were a little affectionate with each other. Based on that logic, Ty and I should’ve been a throuple with Cam a long time ago.
I was happy Miles had someone he could rely on.
Declan liked Hudson, so he had to be a stand-up guy.
And I knew Miles had lost both parents at a young age and was raised by his grandmother, so he didn’t have a big family.
It made sense he was close to his coach.
I mean, I was close with Shane. He was like the big brother I never had.
Miles was even shorter than Cam, so he looked tiny walking onto the open floor of the arena. Even from a distance, his breaths were quick though it looked like he was trying to maintain control.
The cloud of anxiety I was imagining around him seemed to dissipate as soon as he nailed his first pass. The briefest of smiles flashed as he stuck the landing before he started the next pass. I always liked seeing that moment for a gymnast. I had plenty of them myself.
Damn, he was smooth. For a smaller guy, he still had power, but the best feature of his routine was its fluidity. To put it bluntly, he was graceful as shit.
“He moves like a fuckin’ hummingbird,” Colton blurted out.
“Of course he does. He’s gorgeous,” Erika added, making her way back to her seat, Isaak in tow. Her comment kept Isaak’s eyes from going back to his tablet.
Even Remy was captivated. I watched his eyes widen as Miles completed a split press to a handstand smoothly. People who didn’t watch gymnastics enough were always impressed by what we could do with our bodies, and Miles was no exception.
Once he landed the final pass and saluted the judges, a huge smile appeared and he let out an uncharacteristic whoop of enthusiasm.
He practically leaped off the podium into Hudson’s arms. Coach and the team were there to congratulate him as well, even Preston, who seemed surprisingly social for a homophobe.
A likely side effect of being broadcasted live to the world.
Annoyingly, he also happened to be performing well tonight.
Thankfully, Cam was better. Although based on Ty’s program, it was going to be close. Cam’s score for the floor posted.
“Two-tenths better than Orion’s routine,” Ty said. “Cam and Preston are in the top ten as of right now. If they don’t fuck up, they make the all-around finals.”
Noah was giving Cam a big hug. I was definitely going to be giving him more than that later tonight.
“And if they fuck up?” I asked, wiping the non-slinged sweaty palm on my thigh.
“Well, if that happens and Miles does well, he could edge one of them out.”
“Miles?” I heard the surprise in my voice and smirked.
“Yup.”
“Wow.” I thought about him for a second. “You don’t seem surprised. I’m guessing Miles was this good when you worked with him?” I asked.
“I could see the potential. I mean, everyone hopes to make the Olympic team. I think what sets Miles apart is his drive. He doesn’t quit until he gets it right.”
I nodded, while the athletes walked to their final apparatus for the night.
“Plus, Hudson has really whipped his ass into shape.”
“But Hudson’s not an ex-gymnast,” I replied.
Ty shrugged. “I’ve heard his sisters were. Plus, he owns like four or five gyms. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s good at every sport.”
“Also, by the way, Cam’s likely qualified for at least four individual events at this point.”
“Get the fuck out!”
“Lucas!”
“Sorry, Heather, but Ty thinks Cam’s qualified for at least four event finals already.”
“Holy shit!”
She realized she swore, went to cover her mouth, but I couldn’t stop the blast of laughter that erupted. I had never heard her swear. Not in the past four years. Not even when she stubbed her toe.
“Oh my goodness, Lucas, that’s great news. Are you sure, Tyler?” she asked, leaning around me.
I heard the crowd’s applause and cheers grow loud, and we turned to see what the commotion was for. I should’ve known.
It was my boyfriend walking up to the pommel horse.
This was it. His final event.
“Take my cock.”
Cam was bent over the bed, face in a pillow, doing his best to muffle his reaction to having his ass plundered.
After watching him qualify for five of the seven individual event finals, and since my arm was given a semi-green light, I decided to reward him with the fuck he deserved.
I made him wear the lycra harness I had originally brought to be kinky out of necessity. With only one fully functional arm, it was a useful tool for fucking the cum out of him. Without it, I wouldn’t have been able to fuck him in this position without falling over or tearing his hair out.
It didn’t take much for me to imagine his hard dick bouncing underneath him, balls tight against his shaft, waiting to unload. With each slam, my balls slapped against his ass, sending a wave of pleasure through both of our bodies. I could tell he was wrecked and we hadn’t even cum yet.
Despite its elasticity, the harness was serving its purpose. It kept his body from pulling away from me, so I could continuously peg his prostate. Cam liked it doggy, and shoving his face into the bed was icing on the sex cake I was masterfully baking right now.
After a few high-pitched grunt-squeals, I heard Cam say, “I’m close, Luke.”
I always liked to cum at the same time as him. Anything else got awkward after a while unless we were in full Dom/sub mode.
Regripping the harness allowed me to increase my fuck-pace.
The slapping noise echoed through the room.
He didn’t need to tell me. Cam got vocal when he was close.
A symphony of the cutest noises were getting thrown from his mouth at an ever-increasing rate.
Carter Dane would have blushed. The friction of his dick against the bed was enough to get him close, but I watched his hand disappear under his taught body, likely going to help himself finish.
I could feel my own orgasm building. “I’m close too, babe. Fuck, you are tight tonight.”
“All that, ugh-oooh fuck, I’m close“—his head arched back—“testosterone.”
I slammed hard as I felt my dick erupt inside him.
“Cumming,” we both said in unison.
I smiled, loving how in sync we were tonight.
Despite the injury, San Francisco had been very good for our sex life.