Page 125 of Floored By Love

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Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr.

Ugh. It’s too early.

Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr.

Cam’s head was still on my chest, right where it had been when he fell asleep. I reached over to my phone to grab it. Shane was calling.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Rough night?”

“Why do you say that?”

“Just looking at this nice photo of you with a big scowl, and Cam looking like he’s Dionysus incarnate.”

“How bad is it?”

“Not bad at all, actually. The media is loving it. They’ve gone with the ‘finally free to be themselves and celebrating’ angle. There’s also a photo of you two with Jake and Graham, so they’re calling you the gay Olympic mafia.”

“They are?”

“Well, one outlet is.”

“Couldn’t they have gone with the Fabulous Foursome or something?”

“Foursome would sound like you’re in a poly relationship.”

“Okay, scratch that,” I said. “You’ve thought a lot about this, haven’t you?”

“Hey, just protecting you, Luke. But that’s not why I’m calling. I’ve got some sponsorship news. Is it okay to come over? Cam’s got a doctor’s appointment today, and I’m guessing he forgot.”

“And also, based on the pics, you might need help waking Cam up!” I heard Noah yell in the background.

I looked down at Cam’s head. He still hadn’t moved. I needed to pee and shower. “Come on over. I’ll see you soon.”

I hung up and nudged Cam a bit. He didn’t even make a noise. I leaned down to make sure he was breathing and was met with the stench of his tropical breath.

Oh, he is going to hate himself when he wakes up.

The hot water felt amazing. I slept in the same position all night and my muscles were tight. I soaped everywhere because despite Cam’s likely hangover, neither of us had cum last night, and Cam had been super horned up.

I finished rinsing and shut off the water. I grabbed the towel from the shower door and started drying off as I stepped over the threshold. Cam was right there.

“Shit, you scared me.” I felt my heart race for a few beats, and then Cam smiled as he rubbed his eyes. His bed-head was so fucking adorable. “How do you feel?”

“Did we fuck last night?”

“One, I would never have sex with you while you were that drunk. And two, why do you say that?”

“I was kind of hoping the pounding in my head was because something else took a pounding.”

I chuckled. “Ah, no, but that sounds like something we can do.” My dick was paying very close attention to where this conversation was headed.

“Oh no.”

“What?” I asked.