30. Camden
Camden
Oh holy fuck.
I did not want to open my eyes. It felt like I was in a bed, so that was good.
And there was someone in it with me. At the very least, one person.
“Lu-uke?”
Ugh…my voice sounds like shit.
I didn’t get a response, so I opened my eyes. I was in Luke’s hotel room, what had been my hotel room. I recognized the decor and the blue walls. Sunshine was streaming in. I had no idea what time it was. I pushed myself up, and went to shake Luke awake, but the man in bed with me wasn’t Luke.
What the fuck happened last night?
He had dark hair, but it was super short, completely buzzed.
Fuck.
I already knew I was naked. I could feel the cool sheets against my skin.
Maybe he’s not?
I lifted up the comforter…and…there was a beautiful, plump and completely naked butt.
And a tattoo…on his torso.
I sat up, then crawled on all fours, hovering over his body. I started peeling the comforter back away from his stomach…
Fuck it!
I flipped him onto his back and there was the full pegasus. It was Luke. I scolded myself for not recognizing his tight ass, but the hair threw me way off, and I was clearly recovering from…whatever we did last night.
I never noticed his hairline was so symmetrical, and though all his black curls were gone, he still looked handsome as fuck. He looks four years younger. I moved to get a closer look and the comforter pulled away, revealing the rest of his body. He appeared to be having a good dream.
His dick was rock hard.
“Luke!”
Well, yelling his name wasn’t doing anything, so I planted my elbows on either side of his waist and took all his length into my mouth.
Damn.
It was a little…ripe, but my saliva soon slicked it enough that I didn’t care.
I guess we had a good time last night.
I kept the suction up as I pulled off his shaft, keeping the head in my mouth, and repeated that motion for a few minutes.
He still wasn’t waking up. I slid down too far, hitting the back of my throat, and pulled off to cough.
I wasn’t sure how Luke took all of me without gagging.
He’d probably say he was better at it, and that would be true.
“Morning, babe. Makes feeling like shit feel a little less shitty.”
“Sorry, did my coughing wake you?”
“That, and what your mouth was doing before you got too greedy.” His expression changed. “Something feels different.”
I watched his hand go to his head.
“What the fuck?!”
Luke launched off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Before I could get to him, I heard, “It’s all gone.”
“So, you don’t remember last night either?” I asked, as he came back into the room, both hands on his head.
“Not at the moment. At least you still have your hair.” He glanced my way. “Although I think you’ve got - I’m guessing - my cum all up in it?”
I went to look in the mirror to see what he meant, and sure enough, I did have some crusty parts that looked rather out of place.
“It must’ve been a good bachelor party if you look like Flock of Seagulls and I look like-”
“A young Jay Hernandez?” I suggested.
“Thanks. I was going to say my scrotum. It’s too short.” Luke ran his hand over his head. “I feel like I remember walking by a barber shop and someone suggested we all get shaves, then Ty said-”
“Let’s be buzz bros!” I finished Luke’s thought.
“Oh, he’s going to fucking die if he buzzed his hair off the day before the wedding.” Luke rushed back to the bed, looking for his phone.
I went to look on my side of the bed. When I picked up what we had tossed off the bed, I found our clothes pile. Luke’s phone was in his jeans pocket. “Here, Luke.”
A few seconds later, Luke said, “He didn’t answer, straight to voicemail.”
“Hang up and try again?”
On the third try, someone answered.
“Finally! Ty! Do you have your hair?”
“What do you mean, do I have my hair? No, you know I got waxed for the wedding.”
“On your head. Your long, blond hair on top of your head.”
“Yeah, why? Oh shit, bro, I thought that was a dream. Did we shave your head? Do you have your hair? How bald are you?”
“I’m not bald. It’s only buzzed, thank God.”
“I guess you went first and somebody must’ve stopped me.”
“I stopped you,” I heard Declan say.
“Why didn’t you stop me?” Luke asked.
“I was still getting a shave when y’all started that shit. I got there in time for my babe, not you, man. Sorry.”
“Does Cam like it?” Ty asked.
When Luke looked at me, I nodded and smiled. “It’s different, but I like it.” I whispered, “Wondering what it will feel like on my balls.”
“Gotta go, Ty. Glad you’re still Goldilocks. See you at the rehearsal dinner.” Luke hung up. “You really like it?”
“I do. It’s like I’m dating a completely new man.”
“It’s like you’re engaged to a completely new man,” Luke corrected.
I heard my ringtone, but didn’t answer in time. I had six texts, five of which were from Erika.
“Everything okay?” Luke asked.
“Fuck, we need to shower so, so fast. Austin’s match starts in forty minutes.”
“How far away is it?”
“I don’t know, but I can’t go with dried cum in my hair, can I?”
Luke didn’t answer, but smiled and dashed into the bathroom.
The next morning was a little more peaceful.
The absence of Luke’s curls had been a humorous diversion at Austin’s matches in the afternoon, especially when Ezra said he would’ve teased Luke about his other curly hairs still being there, but he knew he trimmed.
The joke made the usually quiet Miles cry from laughter.
Later in the evening, his new hairstyle was a solid reminder for attendees to remain relatively sober at the rehearsal dinner.
At least, those that knew Luke. The wedding was massive, but the rehearsal dinner was somehow under thirty people.
We had a quiet breakfast together at the café on the corner with my mother.
Despite an invitation to the wedding, she wasn’t going.
Once she said it felt a little out of her league, I didn’t pressure her.
Despite being in northern California, I had seen the venue and it definitely had a Hollywood feel to it.
My mom was more comfortable in intimate gatherings than the kind of thing I knew had been planned.
We talked about Austin and how amazing - and confusing - it was to watch him wrestle, and she agreed with me that Luke’s new haircut was flattering.
“It allows people to see more of that beautiful face.”
“Thank you, Heather.”
“I’ll admit, though, I didn’t recognize you at first. I wondered where my son keeps finding all these attractive men.”
“All these attractive men?” Luke repeated. “What other men have you been bringing to her?”
“I don’t know what she’s talking about. Honest.”
“I didn’t mean anything that specific. It just seems like there’s always someone new to the group and they’re always handsome. Like Austin’s security guy, Raymond.”
“Remy,” Luke and I both corrected her.
“Yes, him, or even Nia’s boyfriend, or Ezra’s brother. Everyone’s just so darn handsome.”
“Some people are just pretty, Mom. It has nothing to do with me.”
“I think people are less pretty around you, babe.”
“Do you have your outfits for the wedding?” my mom asked.
“They arrived this morning while we were getting ready to come here,” Luke answered.
“Send me photos, or take photos to show me later. I bet you’ll be the handsomest couple there. Well, other than maybe the grooms. Give them my love.”
“Do you have the rings?”
I watched Luke feel his chest pocket, pull out the box, and open it to double check. “Yes.”
“Okay, close the box and put it back in the same pocket. You look super handsome, by the way.”
“I feel naked,” Luke said. He hadn’t stopped rubbing his hand over his head since we showered. “You don’t think it’s weird that they sent all the groomsmen a brand new pack of Coyote briefs to wear?”
“They want you all in the same outfit, down to the smallest detail. You know how Declan is.”
“I think Declan got a new contract with them. If he wants a photo of me in them, I’ll have to say no. Unless it’s private.”
“If he wants a photo of you in your underwear, I’ll have to say no,” I said. “Though we’ve gone further than that before.”
“I know,” Luke replied, “But now I’m engaged and the future’s wide open. I don’t wanna make any mistakes.”
“Hate to break it to you, tiger, but mistakes are a part of life.”
“How’d you get to be so smart?”
“Well, you are what you eat, so I guess your semen is filled with intelligence.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Is that a fancy word for adorable?” I asked.
Luke ignored me. “I better get us an Uber.”
“Why aren’t you getting ready at the venue again?”
“Ty was afraid there wouldn’t be enough space. I offered to get ready here.”
The Conservatory of Flowers was in the northwest corner of Golden Gate Park, across from the Olympic Village.
The Uber had to drop us off at the entrance to the park due to security.
They were only allowing guests into the park at this time, according to the man our driver spoke to.
Luckily, our names were on the list and we had thought to bring our IDs.
I sent a quick text out to the rest of the guys to make sure they brought theirs.
“You think that’s because I snagged an invite for Chad and guest?” I asked.
“The president’s son? Maybe, but I doubt it. It’s probably to keep the paparazzi out. I feel like Ty said a few celebrities were invited.”
As we made our way to the rather obvious and ornate Victoria greenhouse, I was glad I rented a tux. Khakis with a shirt and tie would have been extremely out of place. As part of the wedding party, Luke had his chosen for him. The navy suited him well.
After climbing the stairs, we found the location of the ceremony. Chairs were lined up facing the greenhouse, with small columns in between to navigate through the labyrinth of seats. An archway covered in flowers stood at the front.
“Where’s the aisle?” I asked.
“They’re coming in from the sides. Ty from the left, Declan from the right. I should go join the groom and start being a best man. I’ll see you after the ceremony.”