Page 17 of Floored By Love

“What do I say to him, Ty? Why did you break my heart? Was it worth it to leave?” I asked, raising my voice louder than I meant to. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s fine, Cam,” he said, putting his hand on my leg. “It won’t be easy, but that’s a start. If it’s worth it to know, then ask it. It can’t get much worse, can it?”

I thought about what he said for a minute. “Look at you, all wise and shit. One relationship,” I air-quoted, “and you’re an expert.”

“It helps that I may have talked to my brother about you guys.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course you did. And what did Owen have to say?”

“Exactly what I’m telling you. Talk to each other.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll think about it.”

We were silent for the rest of the trip. The shuttle dropped us near the dorms. “I don’t know about you, Tyler, but I need some ice cream.”

“What about weightlifting?”

“Noah didn’t say we had to do it right away. Just some time this afternoon.”

“Since when did you become the bad boy of the team?”

“Since when did you become a stick-in-the-mud, Coach?”

“Fine, bro. We can go get ice cream, but don’t come crying to me when you feel sick to your stomach doing pushups later.”

Tyler had to go mid-workout, something about a coach’s meeting he forgot about, so he wasn’t there when I started feeling sick to my stomach. Laughing at his prophetic rightness, I powered through my sets of bicep curls. I wasn’t quite looking to taper as much as I had before the last games. With more muscle mass, it was a slightly different scenario. I was, however, still trying to be relaxed, though that was getting harder to do with the Luke situation.

I headed over to the bench press and loaded up the bar. After several sets, I added more weight, pushing close to my maximum. Looking back, it was a dumb decision, but at that moment, I wanted to push myself. I realized after the eleventh rep that I wouldn’t get a twelfth, and despite my effort, the bar and the weight were getting closer to my chest and neck. I thought about crying out for help when I felt the weight pull up and watched the bar nestle itself into the rack.

I mumbled out a thank you and realized two things. One, my savior was Luke, and two, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could see his dick up his shorts as he stood over my face. As I focused on the foreskin and remembered what it was like to play with it the first time, my dick responded and quickly filled the jock I was wearing. I could see my tent as I sat up, but I hoped he hadn’t noticed.

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Lucas

After he said thanks, Cam just lay there on his back. I noticed the tent in his shorts immediately. It was hard not to notice. It was a significant tent.

I glanced down where his head was and realized there was a chance he could see my dick. I don’t know why I went commando that day - usually it just made me feel sexy - but after Cam’s reaction I was happy I made that decision and I hardened a little too. Cam slid down the bench, but didn’t stand up. He remained seated, and I had to hide my smirk.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Should I not have saved you?” I asked, still holding onto the bar, my dick threatening to push my shorts out.

“That’s not what I meant.” He blushed. “And thank you again, I...don’t know what I was thinking. I’m just surprised Cassandra let you come.”

“Ah...that. I have supervision,” I answered, pointing to O who was standing over by the free weights. He waved at us.

“Oh...uh, got it,” Cam said.

Was he disappointed?

“We’re not together,” I blurted.

“Wh-what? I didn’t ask...I-I’ve got to go.”

He left before I could say anything else.

Fuckity fuck fuck.