29. Lucas
Lucas
“Camden! Camden! Over here!”
Cam motioned to the hyper reporter, who quickly asked, “You currently have four gold medals and two bronze medals from San Francisco with one event final left, how does that feel?”
Cam’s smile hadn’t turned off since we entered the room. He didn’t love the press events, but I’m guessing my quick blowjob in the locker room boosted his spirits.
“It felt great. It feels great. I’m proud to represent the United States, and with my teammates, to show that the male gymnasts of America are contenders.
We haven’t received the same amount of attention as some other teams or sports, but if winning a few medals was what needed to happen, I’m glad it did. ”
“This question’s for Lucas.”
I turned to the crowd of reporters, half-surprised. After Cam’s gold medal performance, I wasn’t expecting any attention.
“You were forced to transition to the role of coach rather quickly. Is coaching something you’ll continue to do? Do you and Camden have any plans to retire from gymnastics, or other ideas for your future?”
“To a certain extent, every athlete is a coach. You’re constantly looking at your own performance and critiquing it. To be honest, coaching Cam was a way that we could spend more time together and keep me a little closer to the Olympics.”
“Which I didn’t mind at all,” Cam added, soliciting a few chuckles from the crowd.
“As for retirement, I think we have yet to make a final decision on that, though statistically, this was likely our last Olympics. Regarding other plans, I’ve convinced Cam to model some underwear again with me soon.”
Someone in the room wolf-whistled.
“Cam and I have never been shy about our relationship, and I think we both want to push the puritanical American envelope a little bit. Kind of play with masculinity, athleticism, sexuality and culture.”
Cam’s mischievous grin was not helping me control my dick.
Another reporter took advantage of the silence. “You two have intense chemistry, and we all know you’re superstitious about competitions. It’s rumored there’s a lucky jockstrap and you’ve spoken publicly about the platypus coin from your first date…”
Where’s this going?
“...In London, you were asked a question about your future and you flipped for it - platypus was marriage, logo was undecided - but you never told us the results. Anything you’d like to share now?”
Before I could answer, Cam said, “Actually there is something I’d like to share.
All of my medals, with Lucas Rivera. He deserves them as much as me, maybe more, since he never had a chance to prove it here.
But he was the one who made the team, and then I happened to be the one to essentially finish what he started. As for the results of that flip-”
I’m not sure what came over me, but in seconds, I had pushed back the chair and I was on one knee behind the table in front of Cam, looking up into his eyes. When I grabbed his hand, his eyes grew wider.
“Cam, I’ve wanted to do this-”
“Into the mic! Say it into the mic!”
I pulled the mic off the table and awkwardly held that with one hand while I held Cam’s with the other.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, but with working on the cottage for years and training for the Olympics, there never seemed like the perfect time.
But life’s too short to wait, and things can change so quickly that I don’t want to live another moment as your boyfriend.
I want to be something more. I want to be connected.
I want- I want to be your husband. Camden Kane, you are the most selfless, kind, understanding, caring and beautiful man I’ve ever known. Will you marry me?”
He let go of my hand to wipe the tears from his face and tried to speak, but I could barely hear anything, so he started nodding, then cleared his throat. “Yes! Yes, I'll marry you.”
I tossed the microphone on the table and launched myself into his arms for a hug, which then morphed into a very serious kiss. The room filled with applause, and if it wasn’t for that reminder, I think we would’ve taken things further. I could feel his excitement between us.
“Does that answer the question?” Cam asked.
I resituated myself at my microphone and for whatever reason said, “I don’t have any rings though.”
Cam turned to me and smiled. “After all this, for one second, I forgot.”
I watched him reach down, unzip his left jacket pocket, and pull out…a small box. He moved his hand on top of the table, so everyone could see, then opened it. Inside were two gold rings, each had a colored band running through the middle.
“I was going to ask you sometime soon, and I had these made for us.”
I ignored the chorus of admiration coming from the room and focused on the rings. “Emerald for me, and sapphire for you?” I asked.
Cam nodded. “Mine is engraved on the inside with ‘I love you’ and yours is engraved with ‘I love you more.’ Do you like them?”
“I love them,” I said, holding my hand out for him to put the ring on. “It’s a perfect fit. How did you know?”
“I got it while you were sleeping,” he leaned in to whisper.
“Did you get us matching cockrings?” I asked in turn.
“There’s an idea,” Cam replied.
“Here, let me,” I said, taking the box from him to give him his own ring. “They’re beautiful. I feel so fancy.”
“Let’s see those rings, gentlemen!”
“Can we get another kiss?”
“When’s the wedding?”
“Congratulations, gentlemen,” Woodward said, meeting us in the hallway off of the press room. “Unplanned perfection as always. At least everyone that wasn't there will be able to see it, which reminds me, I better call-”
His phone started ringing. “Looks like they’re calling me. Have a good night, but don’t celebrate too hard. You have one more event, Cam.”
“Night, Coach,” we both said, before turning to jog down the hall.
I could feel my phone vibrating and hear Cam’s before we made it outside.
“We have to try to find her before she hears it from somebody else,” Cam said.
“Well, if she stayed with anyone from the group, that’s unlikely. Doesn’t she get notifications whenever you’re in the news anyway?”
“I forgot about that.” Cam frowned, but I squeezed his hand to reassure him.
“We’ll find her.”
“She texted she’s in the middle of the big silver balls.”
“That’s the southeast corner,” I said.
“You certainly know your stuff about balls.”
“Lots of practice, but I’ve never seen them silver. Maybe we can buy some body paint and have some fun for Halloween this year?” I suggested.
“Sounds good, but I’m more focused on tonight.”
“What’s happening tonight?” I asked.
“Fucking. Lots of fucking,” Cam said, an almost growl to his voice. “There she is.”
I took in who was around her as Cam went in for his hug. Ty and Declan, O, Austin and Remy, Noah and Shane, Miles and Ezra, Hudson, Cassandra, Zane and Torben. It was pretty much everyone but Woodward. A few of them had big smiles, especially Ty and Noah.
“Mom, I’ve-, well, we’ve got something to tell you,” Cam said.
I moved next to him, close enough that he grabbed my hand.
“Just now at the press conference, Luke asked me to marry him.”
I watched Heather’s face light up. “And you said yes?”
“And I said yes!”
Heather pulled both of us towards her, crushing us in her arms. “I’m so happy for both of you. Oh, and I get another son out of it!”
“Show us the rings!” Noah yelled out, which led to Heather and everyone else seeing them. After the excitement over that died off, Shane came over to me and gave me a hug. “I’m really happy for you, Luke.”
But then Ty got everyone going again, when he showed Heather the video, and told us we were trending. He suggested we all go out to celebrate, but Woodward showed up and suggested he’d look for a place that could fit all of us for the next afternoon.
“After all, Cam, Ezra and Miles still have events tomorrow. They need their rest, especially Cam,” he warned.
The group splintered after that, though Cam and I invited his mom, Noah and Shane out to dinner, and they accepted. We found an intimate Italian place nearby that only had a thirty minute wait, though it ended up being worth it.
I’m not sure if they recognized us or maybe somebody told them, but our table was in an outdoor private courtyard behind the restaurant.
We couldn’t see any other guests, and soft classical music was coming from somewhere nearby.
The trees were wrapped with white Christmas lights, and the table was lit with three candles.
It was very peaceful, and Cam deserved it, after such a long and stressful day.
“You deserve this.”
“I do?” I asked, feeling my hole burn, wondering how much of it was inside me.
“Yeah, you do. It’s your reward for being such a good coach.”
Holy fuck!
Cam slammed all the way in and I swear my dick pulsed. Dios mio, he knew how to fuck me.
“See,” he said with a smile, “I knew you’d like that.”
I nodded, barely able to contain the energy Cam was releasing inside of me with each manipulation of his body. My finger could never reach the spot, but Cam’s huge cock could and with every thrust it felt like I was going to cum.
“Such a good boyfriend.”
Jesus!
“Such a good fiancé.”
Ugh. “I’m so close, Cam.”
“Uh-uh. Much too soon.” Cam slapped my dick, causing me to jolt and clench around him.
“That’s it. Why don’t you work yourself on me.
” Cam wrapped his arms around my neck and stood up.
With his dick still inside me, he turned around, and fell back onto the bed.
I would’ve fallen off him, but his grip kept me tight against him, so when we hit the mattress, his cock plunged as deep as it could go.
“Ahhh! “I bounced a few times when we landed, causing even more spots to appear before my eyes.
On my knees, straddling his waist, his cock firmly inside me, I repositioned my legs and pulled my feet forward to stand on the bed, so I could get leverage.
Cam folded his arms behind his head to watch me fuck myself on him.
It was actually one of my favorite positions.
From on top, I could be in control as the bottom.