23. Lucas
Lucas
We did not get any texts later.
Well, Cam silenced our phones.
When I begged to be fucked, Cam took it pretty seriously.
When we first moved in together, we fucked four, five times a week or more, and it was intense.
Sometimes even twice a day. Four years later, the intensity was the same, but the frequency had declined.
Without even discussing it, we both knew it to be true, so any time we did fuck now, it was like the Olympics of sex.
Don’t get me wrong. There were morning quickies and soapy shower handjobs and plenty of highway semen swallowed, but there was something about a dick entering a butthole.
It was sacred, and we wanted to give our partner the ride of their life, every time.
It was probably the competitive streak in us.
So, it wasn’t a surprise that in order to wake us, Colton had to almost break down the door. Sounded like it anyway. I finally opened the door between our rooms.
“What?” I yelled angrily, naked and likely covered in dried cum. I lost track of how many loads were exchanged last night, but I knew it smelled like the dorm room set of Sketchy Sex in here.
“God damn, Lucas. You dirty fuckin’ dog, you.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to look for a bathrobe, but all I could find was a pair of briefs. Jock briefs, of course, so my ass was still exposed. “What’s up? I see you found your way back last night.”
“Always do.”
“Cam! We have company.”
He might’ve wrecked my ass last night, but that takes a lot of work. It appeared I wore him out.
“Zeph and I have to go. Back to Texas. Daddy’s in the hospital.”
Cam sat bolt upright at that, and threw back the covers. Even with a massive case of bedhead, a few hickies all over his neck and torso, and his soft dick bouncing between his legs as he joined us, he looked like Adonis come to life.
Might be an idea for a photoshoot in there somewhere.
At this point, I don’t even know why I put on briefs, though it felt a little imbalanced since Colton and Zeph were fully clothed. Cam, still completely naked, grabbed Colton by the shoulders, and said, “Repeat that. Your dad. Is he going to be okay?”
“Dadgum, Cam! How much semen did you swallow last night?”
Cam took a step back. “Sorry.”
“Daddy’s alright as far as Beau will tell me. Mom can’t talk to me though without sheddin’ tears, so maybe Beau’s just bein’ optimistic?”
“I wish I could come with you.”
“That’s sweet, Cam Cam, but even I’d choose the Olympics over Daddy.”
Zeph pulled me in for a hug first. “Give our regards to Ty and Declan. I’m sure Dec won’t be sad that I'm missing the wedding.”
“Of course he will be,” Cam said, which was kind of a lie.
I had a feeling even with Zeph on his best behavior that Declan would be so high strung on the big day that even the littlest thing would set him off. That, or he’d be too distracted to notice.
“Do you need a ride, or want me to call a taxi or something?” I asked.
Cam and I swapped partners.
Colton answered while hugging me goodbye. “Zeph already has a car waitin’. That’s why I tried so hard to get in here. We’re packed and leavin’. Now.”
“Let us know when you get there, and keep us in the loop if you can,” I requested. “We’ll be sending good vibes your way.”
“Thanks, cowboy.” Colton turned back to Cam. “You be sure to win s’more gold medals. Whatever it takes. Sex, withholdin’ sex, whatever.”
“There will be no withholding of sex!” Cam proclaimed.
“Safe flight!” I yelled as the door between the suites closed and they disappeared from sight. My eyes were immediately drawn to Cam’s bare ass. “I can’t believe we’re the type of people that go naked around our friends.”
“We all have a penis, Luke. It’s just a penis.” Cam waved a hand in front of his.
“Fuck. That…isn’t just anything. It’s like Thor’s hammer and only I can wield its power.”
“Get out of here!” Cam slapped my hand away. “Now’s not the time to fool around. I’m worried about Harlan.”
“That guy’s a dick, Cam.”
“Then I’m worried about Colton. And even if Harlan is a dick, it doesn’t mean I want him to die.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t want him to die either.” I pulled Cam into my arms and nestled my head against his neck. “Oops.”
“Oops what?”
“You might need some concealer if these hickeys don’t disappear by Wednesday.”
“You brat!” Cam slapped my left cheek.
Jesus, I love that noise.
“Nice briefs.” Cam pulled back and reflexively touched his neck. “Glad you covered up the front, because the back’s wide open. Did you realize that?”
I laughed. “Once I put them on.”
I felt Cam’s fingers slip into the waistband and tug them down, then off.
“Let’s shower, then maybe check in with Noah and the team?”
Miles was already working up a sweat by the time Cam and I made it to the gym. Hudson was seeing to that. I assumed he was keeping a t-shirt on so he wouldn’t drip all over the place, though for now, it looked like basic calisthenics.
Must’ve been going at it for a while.
Orion was with Woodward and Cassandra by the rings, but I didn’t see any signs of Ezra or Zane.
Cam tossed his bag to the floor. “Can you help me tape up?”
I grabbed a roll and taped his ankles while he taped his wrists. He didn’t always tape for competitions, but it certainly took some of the pressure off the joints during practice.
“Morning, gentlemen. Nice tattoos.”
“Thanks, Coach.” Cam greeted Woodward with a smile.
I was already standing, so I got a hug.
“Either of you see Ezra today? And if the answer is no, I’m going to insist you stay in the village for the rest of the Olympics, Cam.”
“We haven’t seen him,” I answered.
“Sorry, Coach.”
Well, shit, if I didn’t feel like an ass, keeping Cam in my bed when he needed to be helping the next generation of athletes.
Woodward shrugged. “He’s a bit reckless, despite the progress Zane’s made with him.
I don’t even know if he’s taking his medication.
His mom texted me this morning because she hadn’t heard from him all night.
What do you tell a mom who’s worried about her twenty-two year old gay son who was out celebrating with America’s Sack Pack. ”
“America’s sack what?” Cam said, pushing himself off the floor.
“You heard me.”
Cam and I burst into laughter. I couldn’t believe he just said that. By the time we recovered a few minutes later, we both had tears streaming down our cheeks and were barely holding each other up.
“I supposed I could just call you trouble. Colton, Zeph, Declan, Ty, you two. Thankfully, you haven’t dragged Miles into it yet.”
“Because Hudson wouldn’t let him,” Cam whispered into my ear.
“Agreed.”
“Don’t think I didn’t hear that. Carol told me what I was in for this time around with the Games in the States. I said, ‘Those boys will be so responsible, you’ll see.’ Now, she’s doing the told-you-so dance.”
“Well, I can go look for him,” I offered. “Light the Sack Pack beacons around the Bay.”
“Will you?” Woodward ignored the dig. “I wasn’t above sending Zane into the village, but it’s not like this was an official practice.”
“It was in the app,” Cam said.
“As an optional team-building exercise.”
“He’s probably just hung over. I’ll see if I can find him,” I suggested.
“You ready, Cam?” Noah asked, coming over with Shane. “What the hell is that on your arm?!”
“Well, if it isn’t Mr. Sullivan. Want to help me go look for a lost twink?”
Shane’s eyebrows perked up, as I watched Noah shake his head.
“I’ll explain as we go.” I pulled Shane in for a half-hug, mouthing ‘good luck’ to Cam as I passed him, then led Shane out of the gym.
“Do I wanna know?” Shane asked, once we were outside.
I shrugged. “Went to Folsom with the guys. He was with Zeph and Colton when we left.”
“Oh, Jesus.”
“Hey, he’s the one that showed up with a puppy tail up his ass, so don’t give me that. Cam and I wouldn’t have had the balls to do that when we were that young.”
“No, you just had the balls to start a secret relationship at the Olympics.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Where we headed?”
“The village,” I answered.
“You know where Zane’s looking?”
“No-” Fuck!
As soon as we turned the corner, we slammed into three men. “Sorry, we were rushing and didn’t see…Luke?”
I withdrew myself from the clump of bodies that formed upon impact only to realize Shane and I had found exactly who we were looking for. A very pissed Zane, a very quiet Torben, and a very hungover Ezra.
“We were just heading out to look for you.”
“I didn’t plug my phone in last night.” Ezra’s tone seemed to suggest other things, but I’m sure he had already been reamed by Zane.
“Well, you found us.” I could practically see the steam coming out of Zane’s ears. “Let’s get to the gym.” Zane made a move to pull Ezra through the middle of our cluster, but I stepped in before he could take more than a few steps.
“Shane, Zane - hey, that rhymes! - why don’t you guys lead the way?” I half-shoved Torben into his husband to get them ahead of us. “Me and Ezra will bring up the rear.”
Following a short distance behind the older men, I tried to figure out what happened.
“Where’d you go last night?” I asked.
“You don’t remember?”
“I was a little tipsy. I remember you coming into the bar, wearing a big smile and holding your tail.”
“I went into the back to change into a more comfortable outfit. As much as I liked the attention, I was kind of wiped out.”
“From dream sex with your puppy prince?” I asked.
“Something like that. Anyway, I squeezed out of the bathroom just as Colton and Zeph were disrobing their conquest, then I went to sit at the bar.”
Ezra and I caught up to the others, who had stopped.
“We’re here. Get changed and I’ll see you over at the parallel bars. You have five minutes.”
Zane still sounded pissed and I knew not to overstep. Instead, I hung back with Torben and Shane, and waited until the other two went inside and the doors closed.
“Ezra do this a lot?” I asked Torben.
“Not really, no. Well, for his twenty-first birthday, yeah. He let loose a little bit, but he’s usually pretty disciplined. I’d imagine the Olympics is a lot for someone his age to process.”
Torben’s assessment was accurate. I shouldn’t have been so surprised by it, but for whatever reason, I was.
“There’s still a few days before he has to compete again.” I shrugged. “Ezra will be good to go by then.”
“I know Ezra’s family is close with him, but Zane treats him like family too,” Torben explained. “And whether Zane knows it or not, he’s likely living a little vicariously through Ezra right now. If he gets too intense, I can talk to him.”
Shane held the door for us and we made our way inside, finding seats by the bars. Cam was working with Noah nearby, on the floor.
It didn’t take long for Zane to work Ezra hard enough for him to vomit. Luckily, he made it to a nearby trash can, and unsurprisingly, Woodward took notice.
“Luke!”
I left Torben and Shane and headed over to see what Woodward wanted.
“Take Ezra into the locker room. There’s some nausea meds in the office, and get him some fluids. I’ll chat with Zane.”
I held my breath as I approached Ezra, who was still coughing and spitting. “Let’s go to the locker room.”
“But Zane-”
“Woodward’s with Zane. You’re with me.” Without waiting for him to move, I led him to the locker room we had been using.
“Zane’s never treated me like this before.”
“What did you expect? This is the Olympics.”
“Fuck!” Ezra slammed his hand against one of the lockers, the sound echoing through the empty room. “I’ve got three–well, two and a half–days until I compete again. He’s acting like I ruined everything.”
“He’s acting like he cares. How late were you out?”
“I don’t really remember–shit!” Ezra ran for the toilet and I tried not to hear the noises. “The bartender took me home.”
“The bartender?” I asked, leaning on the stall door.
“Yeah, uh, Kellan, was it? Or…no, it was Kelly. The one that Colton and Zeph fucked.”
“Oh.”
Ezra came out, wiping his mouth again, and I tried not to gag.
“Let’s get you some Gatorade or whatever Woodward suggested.”
Ezra kept talking. “He knew I was with you guys and after you left, he kept an eye on me, I guess. Made sure I got back to the village in one piece.”
“And he didn’t take advantage of you?”
“I didn’t give him anything I didn’t already want to.”
“Ah, to be young, dumb and full of cum again.” I found the anti-nausea meds.
“You’re only five years older than me.”
“And that much wiser. Get a handle on this. Here.” I handed him two pills and grabbed a Gatorade out of the mini fridge. “I know you wanted to celebrate, but Colton and Zeph are professionals.”
“But-”
“And before you protest, the sex is fine. I mean, I wouldn’t go out and get loaded up by twenty anonymous randos the night before a competition.”
“That sounds really fucking hot, Luke.”
“Forget it, you’d leak all over the podium. Why did I even say that? Moving on–it’s the drinking that’s killing you right now.”
“I didn’t even have that much.”
“Good. That means you’ll burn it off faster. Next time, bring a designated wingman. He can get you ass or dick, and watch what you drink.”
“I, uh, don’t have anyone like that.”
“What about Miles?”
“He keeps to himself.” Ezra shrugged. “Even Orion barely sees him, though I suppose he’s with Austin most of the time.”
“You think you’ll puke again? Because I can work you over in here if you want. Zane’s probably going to keep pushing.”
“I know. He’s teaching me a lesson.”
“I guess it’s working if I say I’m gonna work you over and you don’t take advantage of the innuendo to flirt with me.”
Ezra gave me a sad look. “Unfortunately.”
“Well?”
“I’d rather puke in here than out there.”
“No more puking,” Woodward said, entering the locker room alone.
“But I still don’t feel good, coach,” Ezra said with a slight whine for effect.
“That’s why I’ve told Zane to give you the rest of the day off-”
“Really?”
“-though he did not like it, Ezra,” Woodward finished.
“Instead, I’m going to have Luke look after you, so Zane can cool off, and maybe you can figure out what to say to him later.
” He turned to me, put a hand on my shoulder, and said, “No more throwing up. I don’t want him damaging his throat or aspirating or worse.
Plenty of fluids, rest, and bland foods. ”
“I’m sure we can find something in the village cafeteria. There’s hundreds of options. Can I say goodbye to Cam?”
“Of course, Luke. Ezra smells like he could use a shower anyway.”