27. Lucas
Lucas
I hated to wake him up. He fell asleep twice in my arms in the shower at three-thirty this morning.
But he needed to eat something to get his strength back up, and it couldn’t be an hour before competition.
I knew Declan and Ty’s parents were either in town or arriving shortly, so I invited them out with us.
“Hey, babe.” I shook his shoulder gently. “You need to get something to eat.”
Cam grunted and rolled over, the comforter falling away to reveal his muscular back and just the top of his two perfect buns.
“Hey!” I traced a finger down his spine and poked downward into his buttcrack.
“You’ll have more luck with your tongue,” Cam mumbled into the pillow.
I smiled, then ripped the covers off him completely.
“You fucker!”
I backed away from the bed, expecting the attack before it happened. Cam landed nowhere near me, but had me in a bear hug soon after his leap from the bed.
“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure you’re nutritionally satisfied before you compete on the world’s stage.” Not that I was against a muscular naked man squeezing me in his arms.
“What are you gonna feed me, tiger?”
“Uh…grilled chicken breast, rice and some vegetables.”
Cam let me go. “That’s not where I thought this was going.”
“We don’t have time for me to shoot a load down your throat, dear. We’re expecting company.”
Cam grabbed the bedsheet and draped it around his body like a ballgown. “Oh, but what shall I wear? My pearls are out at the cleaners, and my black leather loincloth is at the repair shop. Remember? I busted out of it last time.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You were being crass, so I decided to be high society.”
“I forgot tired Cam was a handful.”
“A handful?!”
I ignored his mock outrage. “And I don’t think high society would accept a bedsheet as appropriate attire, even with an ass as delectable as yours peeking out the back.”
“Speaking of my ass peeking out the back, when is your next Andrew Christian photoshoot?” Cam dropped the sheet and went over to my clothes.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I can check. Does that mean you’ve reconsidered showing some skin?”
“That reminds me. We never did discuss starting an OnlyFans,” Cam said, pulling out a pair of black see-through mesh briefs.
“Are you serious?”
“There are plenty of people that have them that don’t fuck or show anything x-rated. Plus, we likely won’t be active members of Team USA anymore after this. There’s nothing wrong with tasteful nudity.”
“I guess not.”
“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I was just thinking of alternative income streams since I don’t have the sponsorships you do.”
“Maybe after this you will?” I suggested. “And I’m not uncomfortable with the idea.”
Aren’t you though?
I couldn’t for the life of me think of a reason why since my bare ass was a recurring feature of my Instagram account. Apparently, there was a part of me that didn’t want to share Cam in that way with the world.
“So, yes for OnlyFans?”
“I’ll think about it.”
Cam had only added one of my tank tops to his ensemble by the time Ty and Declan arrived.
“Nice ass, Cam,” Declan said, pulling down his sunglasses to check it out.
“Watch out, Ty,” I warned. “We’re rubbing off on your fiancé. He usually ignores all the nudity.”
“If anyone’s rubbing off on anyone else, it’s me, for fuck’s sake.” Ty grabbed his crotch. “Four more days!”
“Maybe Declan can’t help it. It’s a great ass.” Cam pretended to look at it over his shoulder.
Cam’s ass didn’t phase Ty. “Put some pants on, you’re uncles now. Act the part! Congrats, by the way.”
“Oh fuck, that’s right,” Cam said, finding a pair of jeans that I knew would barely fit him. “We need to go see her today. Before the competition.”
“Wait, did you actually forget it happened?”
Cam death-glared me. “It was a long night.”
“Exactly. You were there for the whole thing. Why do we need to go again?”
“Because I want a photo with little Johan and his mommy. I completely forgot yesterday.”
“I’m sure somebody took one,” I said.
“You just want to show off the little dude and the fact that he has two hot gay uncles,” Ty teased.
“Four,” Declan said.
“Four what?” Cam asked.
“Four hot gay uncles,” Declan answered. “My distracted fiancé forgot Austin and Orion. I can see it now. Baby Johan is going to be surrounded by attractive muscular men, but will somehow end up one hundred percent straight and probably play hockey.”
“Gross! I can’t even begin to imagine that,” Cam said. “Y’all ready?
“You’re honestly going to wear those pants in public, bro?” Ty asked.
“What’s wrong with these?” Cam turned, looking over his shoulder. My eyes scanned the plump curves, sending a shiver through my body. The ache in my balls from last night returned.
Ty shrugged. “I can see the veins in your legs.”
“And your ass,” Declan added.
“One, that completely works for me,” I said, reversing my internal pre-assessment earlier. He did, in fact, fit in the jeans. “And two, when did you get so judgy?”
Before Ty could answer, Cam said, “You know what they say about people in glass houses? Same goes for twunks in cock cages,” and headed for the door.
I gave my best you-just-got-served face and followed him out of the room.
Erika pretended to be surprised we were back, as Cam slyly used Ty and Declan as a cover for his social media mission.
Of course, they were happy to visit Erika and baby Johan.
Watching them coo over him made me wonder if they had discussed having a family, but I wasn’t going to be that person and mention it literally days before their wedding.
I’d do it like everyone else and ask at the actual wedding.
Having a kid felt like years away for me. After all, Cam and I were still building our lives together, so-
“Let’s get a photo of you holding little Johan, Cam. I know that’s why you’re here.”
“Wha-what do you mean?”
“You forgot to take one yesterday, but it’s a blessing because both of us look a hundred times better today. Did you really think you could come here looking like that and it not be obvious? I know you too well.”
“We really did want to see him and congratulate you,” Ty said.
“Oh, I know that,” Erika replied. “I’m just giving tight-pants a hard time.”
Cam rolled his eyes before receiving the baby in his arms. “Not you, too.”
“Not me, too? Of course it’s everyone, Cam. You might as well wear a singlet that says ‘I’m circumcised.’ You’re giving the goods away for free.”
“Speaking of foreskin, did you and Isaak opt for circumcision?” I asked.
“Fuck no! It’s practically illegal in the Netherlands. Even if Isaak wanted to, I would’ve told him no. Not that I needed much convincing. Austin’s uncut, and Cam and I talked about it too.”
I hadn’t known Cam and Erika talked about that, but it made me wonder if Cam didn’t like that he was cut.
If he somehow thought I preferred uncut dick.
You’d think after four years together, I’d be a little more secure in our relationship, but everything that had happened over the last few weeks had carpet-bombed my confidence.
“Luke, can you take our picture? You know my best angles.”
“From the floor, looking up?” I teased.
“I’m holding a baby, Luke, so no, not from the floor.”
“I was teasing, mi amor.”
“When did you stop wearing your sling?” Erika asked.
“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” Cam said.
“I didn’t either, bro,” Ty added.
I shrugged. “Today was my first day trying without it. I don’t need the pain meds anymore, but I have the sling with me if I think I need it. It’s not a big deal. I feel fine so far.”
I could tell Cam was upset that he didn’t notice, but he didn’t say anything more about it.
I took the picture, had Cam verify that it was gorgeous, and we visited for a little bit.
Erika and Johan were likely going home that evening.
All of their test results were healthy and Johan had taken to nursing… well, which livened up the room a bit.
“What? You guys are horrified by my exposed breast?” Erika asked.
“It’s not that,” Cam said.
“Well, what is it then?”
Even Declan was smirking.
“He’s just…really going to town on it,” Ty said.
“He’s hungry and healthy. Why wouldn’t he want it?”
“He’s really sucking…hard,” Cam added.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, are you seriously thinking about some porn star choking down a dick while my baby’s nursing?
You two I can understand.” She pointed at Ty and Declan.
“I bet you’re waiting until after the wedding, so you’re horny as fuck.
So what’s your excuse?” She leveled her stare at me and Cam.
The giggling in the room had stopped, though I couldn’t hide my smirk. The proverbial pin could be heard dropping nearby.
“It was the slurping noises, wasn’t it?” Erika asked. “I admit I had the thought as well. This kid doesn’t stand a chance. He’s going to be a pervert, isn’t he?”
“Aren’t the best of us?” Cam asked.
“To be fair, I suck on Declan’s nipples a lot, so that’s what I was thinking about.”
If I hadn’t left the room, I would’ve died from asphyxiation. I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t breathe, and the guys weren’t helping.
“I gotta hit the village before we go to the arena,” Cam said. “I’ll get the Uber.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’ve got to meet Ezra and get him there on time.”
I almost asked why Ezra couldn’t handle himself, then stopped. “If you think you can get there, fine. But are you sure you want to risk being late? Can’t you just call him or one of the other guys? Even Zane. He’s not your responsibility.”
“He kind of is…and I also need something in my room, okay?”
“The lucky jockstrap?” I asked.
“No, that should be washed and in my locker.”
“Well, what is it then?”
Cam avoided looking at me. “I can’t tell you.”
“Is it a secret or a surprise?”
“Both? Just drop it, okay? I shouldn’t have said anything, but I’m a terrible liar.”
“Okay.” I walked up to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. “I’ll drop it.”
He responded by kissing my cheek. “Thank you. Do you really feel alright without your sling?”