Page 141 of Floored By Love

“Well, the smaller it is, the closer we’ll be.”

“You haven’t seen it yet. One of us will have to be inside the other one.”

“That works,” he said, soaping my chest. “But aren’t we fixing your aunt’s old cottage? How’s the bathroom there?”

“Good news, bad news. The good news is we can build our own bathroom how we want it.”

“And the bad?”

“That’s because there is no bathroom. A pipe burst while no one was living in it and flooded out that section of the cottage. It’s pretty bad.”

Luke nodded, then turned so I could wash his back, butt, and legs. I made sure to tease his crack with a few fingers.

He hissed. “You’re not playing fair, Mr. Snuggle.”

“We’re not in bed yet,” I whispered into his ear before nibbling it. “I should probably put out tonight. Isn’t that how the end of a good date works?”

“If you’re a cave dweller,” Luke answered. With my dick pressed against his ass, I reached around him to grab his with my soapy hand and started stroking. “But, I’m not complaining. Do-”

He bucked forward as I used my other hand to tease his hole with my dick.

“-what you must.”

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Lucas

“You’re almost there. Fuck. One more time. Do it!”

I slammed the bar onto the rack, glancing up at Ty’s goofy face and wiping the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.

“I can see why you became a coach.”

Ty came around the bench, held out his hand, and helped me sit up.

“Yeah, it’s nice to have an excuse to be bossy.”

“I meant that you’re an excellent motivator.”

“Oh. Thanks, bro.”

Despite being cleared by the doctor, Cam was still tired. My guess was the adrenaline of the Olympics had finally worn off. I let him sleep in, but knew my restless energy needed to be channeled. Ty agreed to hit the gym with me.

“So, do you think you’ll stick with coaching gymnastics?”

“Uh...I’m not sure,” Ty said as he took my place. “Mind taking some weight off, Luke? I can’t handle such a big load.”

I bit my tongue. “I’m not taking that bait, you bastard. So, things with Declan are going well?” I held my hands under the bar as he pressed.

“Well - we’re - still - not - having - sex,” he answered between reps. He exhaled a loud breath as he replaced the bar. He rubbed at his shoulder.

“Still bothers you?”

“Yup. I don’t have full range of motion either, but it could’ve been worse.” Ty sat up on the bench.

I nodded, solemnly. I already knew the worst-case scenario. If Ty had pushed himself instead of healing fully, he could’ve lost feeling in that hand or even complete motor function.

“Well, the decathlon finals are tomorrow. I have faith in you. You can make it.” I put my hand on his shoulder.