20. Camden
Camden
I was blasted in the face as soon as I set foot in the locker room, so I swore and held my hands out, looking for Luke.
“Cut that shit out!”
“USA! USA!”
I dodged the spray and weaved my way past…Colton and Ty? And watched the rest of the guys enjoying champagne facials. They saved a bottle for Woodward too.
After Ezra started screaming, “It burns! It burns!” and running into the showers fully dressed, they finally stopped shaking the damn bottles.
“How’d you guys get in here?” Luke asked.
I barely held back a laugh, watching the foamy liquid drip off his chin.
“We’re Team USA. They let us in, no questions asked,” Colton replied.
“Yeah, right,” Miles said. “I bet Zeph is chatting the security guard up right now.”
“Or maybe that?” Ty agreed.
“Well, whatever the reason, we’re glad you’re here to celebrate,” Woodward said.
“What else can I say?” He walked into the center of the room, surrounding himself with the team, the coaches and two former teammates whose bottles had been emptied.
“I couldn’t be prouder of the four of you.
I have no more words. I’m not even going to tell you to be careful tonight with your celebrations.
I’m sure you can sleep it off before Wednesday. ”
Murmurings that perhaps accepted that challenge circulated around the room.
“Now let’s get cleaned up so we can get the press conference out of the way. You guys can be with your families and then you can do whatever you want after that. I just better not get any calls from the police or Georgina Madsen.”
After answering all the questions I expected to be asked, and celebrating with my mother and Erika and the other families, it was late. Past eleven.
And I wanted nothing more than to ride the high of my testosterone-fueled victory, go back to the hotel, strip Luke, and fuck him into oblivion while my medal slapped against my pecs.
I knew it was an obscene fantasy, but I didn’t care.
Luke himself was the one that whispered that into my ear a few months before, though the roles were reversed.
I thought it was ridiculous at the time, but now, it was all I could think about.
But team duties called first, and the young guns wanted to celebrate, and despite my hard dick, I had to admit a night of letting go would be fun. We could always fool around when we got back.
Maybe I could take Luke back to the dorm and we could fuck on a twin bed for old times’ sake?
“And do you know why he’s been such a little English twat?!” Ezra swayed towards us. I was learning he was a lightweight since we were only on our second round.
“Why don’t you sit down, buddy?” O tried to encourage him. “Drink some water?”
Ezra blew a raspberry - classy - and continued the story of the broken elevator - the parts he thankfully hadn’t told the press.
“‘Cause I asked him. I said, ‘Why are you being so mean to me on Twitter?’ And you know what he said? He said- He sa- He told me that I look like his ex! He can’t stand the sight of me but I’m just his type!” Ezra finished with a flourish before slamming down into his seat in a fit of giggles.
“Remind me to not have an open bar at our wedding,” Austin quipped.
“Hold up. Did I miss something?” Luke asked, pointing at O and Austin.
“No, no. Not engaged,” O said, coughing up his last sip.
“Sorry, it was a rhetorical thought,” Austin added.
“It was a nice thought.” O leaned in to give Austin a kiss, which earned them a chorus of adoration from the guys.
“Things finally gettin’ spicy over here, y’all? You’re missing a whole lotta prime beef out there,” Colton said, sliding next to me in the booth.
“We’ve got all the prime beef we need, Colton,” Luke replied, giving my thigh a squeeze. I almost fell out of the booth when his hand traveled inward and grabbed my junk.
“Yeah, alright. I know you’ve got a nice piece over there, cowboy. What about Ezra and Miles?”
“How about you get those cute butts on the dance floor?” Zeph added, stripping his shirt off and tossing it at Miles’ face.
“Sorry, but I’m holding off on releasing my crazy inner badass until after the all-around finals. This is water and I don’t dance unless I’m drinking, even if a super hot guy without a shirt on invites me to do so.”
Everyone stared at Miles for a good ten seconds.
“What?”
Before Miles could answer, Ezra was climbing over Austin and O to get to the giant shirtless flirt that was Zephyrus Jones. He practically fell into Zeph’s arms. “You’ll take care of me, right?”
For half a second, I wondered if Colton was throwing out the ‘no teammates’ rule, until Zeph said, “We’ll find a nice young man to fuck your brains out.”
“What if I wanted to fuck my brains out?”
He barely finished the question before all of us erupted into laughter. Poor Ezra was drunk enough not to care though, and I watched him leave with Colton and Zeph.
“I’m proud of you for resisting Zeph’s offer,” Ty said to Miles, who just shrugged and mumbled something only Ty could hear.
I saw Ty’s eyebrows go up, but ignored it and asked Austin how Erika was doing instead.
Another drink and another hour later and I was close to falling asleep.
Miles had already done so - on Ty’s lap - and Austin and O couldn’t keep their hands off each other, despite Remy’s presence.
I had only noticed the bodyguard a few minutes ago, when Austin went to the bathroom and Remy had appeared out of nowhere to escort him there.
Whether we were tired or horny or both, the group was ready to go. We tried to find Ezra, Colton or Zeph before leaving, but sent a text instead. I hoped Ezra made it back safe, but at least this was the United States and not some random foreign country.
“He’ll be fine,” Luke said. “I can tell you’re worrying.”
“Coach will-”
“He’s with Colton and Zeph-”
“I’m not sure Coach would accept that as reasonable supervision,” I said.
Luke shrugged. “He’s an adult, Cam. He’ll be okay.”
I nodded and followed the other guys outside. It was nice to finally be able to hear myself think, but damn, there was a little nip to the air.
“Two minutes,” Ty said, carrying a sleeping Miles in his arms.
“You coming back with us?” Luke asked.
“I’ll get Miles to his room, then head back to the hotel. Hopefully I can fall asleep before Colton and Zeph get back.”
“Jesus, they’re loud enough in real life, I can’t imagine the bedroom noise,” Austin said.
“Porn. It’s pretty much the loudest gay porn you’ve ever seen,” I said.
“Wanna trade rooms?” O asked Ty.
“I’ve slept in an Olympic Village. You can keep your twin bed.” Ty turned to Luke. “You staying with Cam? Do I even need to ask?”
“You’ll be fine going back yourself?”
“I’ll be fine going back myself.”
A large Escalade with a purple Uber sign lit up on the dash pulled up.
“Here’s our ride,” Ty said.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I kind of was.
Hudson was waiting at the village for us, and Ty handed a still sleeping Miles off to him.
If that didn’t confirm something was happening between the two of them, I don’t know what did. I guess maybe when I was that young, Noah might’ve waited up for me, but still…the care with which Hudson took Miles from Ty’s arms. He even said, “Thank you.”
Ty walked over to us like that didn’t just happen.
“Are we pretending that didn’t happen?” Luke asked before I could.
“What?” Ty asked. “He was worried about Miles. I told him not to be. He said he was waiting up.”
“So they’re not together?”
“It’s none of my business, Cam. Hudson’s a good guy. Miles couldn’t do much better if they were together.” Ty crossed his arms. “I thought you guys were more mature than this.”
“Says the guy who couldn’t be more excited when he found out we were dating!” Luke shoved a finger into Ty’s chest.
“Yeah!” A semi-drunk me agreed, remembering Ty’s giddiness.
“Okay, fine. Gossip away, veteran Olympic gymnasts.” Ty started to walk back to the Uber.
“You sure you’re good to head back alone?” Luke asked.
“Totally, bro. See you tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late.”
“Later.”
Luke’s fingers found his way through mine and he squeezed my hand as he led the way to what used to be his room in the village. It was close to two in the morning and I couldn’t hold back my yawn.
“Something tells me I’m not getting a pounding tonight?”
“That obvious?” I asked.
Luke smiled, then let go of my hand to give my crotch a squeeze. “I wouldn’t mind putting my mouth to work for a little bit.”
I groaned. “That sounds really nice. Did I ever tell you you’re the best boyfriend ever?”
“Fuck!” I threw back the covers. Seeing the movement below wasn’t enough. I wanted to watch Luke finish me off.
Our plans for orgasming last night ended as soon as we hit the bed, but that apparently gave Luke extra incentive to take advantage of my morning wood. I was half-afraid the loud slurping combined with my moans would wake Ezra, but I wasn’t even sure if he was here.
“I’m close!” I cried out.
“Gimme that load,” Luke said, quickening the pace of his hand.
I glanced down. His tongue was out, mouth open, waiting for it. He knew exactly what I liked, over-the-top dirty talk and all.
Fuck.
He let a few spurts blast into the air before wrapping his lips around the head to catch the rest of it. A few more sucks had me shuddering with sensitivity, though he became more gentle before pulling off completely. He licked me from base to tip, then gave the head a kiss.
“Good morning to me,” I said, letting my head fall back against the pillow.
Luke scooted up my body, but he wasn’t hard.
“Your turn.”
Luke shook his head. “Already took care of myself.”
“When?” I asked.
“You may have been asleep. It might be in your hair.”
My eyes grew wide, matching the smile on his face. “You little pervert!” I launched myself on top of him, tickling him with no mercy despite his attempts to convince me to stop.
“If you can cum on my face while I’m sleeping, your arm is just fine!”
“It wasn’t - your face,” he replied between breaths. “I was - teasing.”
I relented with a big raspberry finale on his stomach. He hated that.