Page 3 of Floored By Love

“Well, he has to get here first. Where is he?”

“Don’t say that too loudly. Coach Crabbypants will come back over here and yell at me,” Ty said, glancing at Cassandra. “And I don’t know. Coach said something about a delayed flight.”

“Do you think Colton’s gay?”

“Man, you still have it bad for Cam.”

“No shit, Ty.”

“I’m sorry, bro. I don’t know about Colton. It wasn’t in the team dossier I received.”

“Dossier?”

“It was a joke, Luke. Man, you are all twisted up.” He noticed Cassandra had finished talking to Coach and was headed back over to us. “Catch ya later, Luke. Hang in there.”

“Let’s go, Lucas. High bar!”

I put my water down, stood up, and jogged over. It was time to get back to work.

Before my arms could quite hit jelly level again, Cassandra waved me off, congratulating me on my improvements and going over her plan for the rest of the week. We had six more days until the opening ceremony. I wasn’t surprised her plan was training, training, and more training. I imagined the relaxed attitude of Coach didn’t sit well with her.

Before he dismissed us for the day, Coach called us over for a pep talk.

“Well, most of the team is here now, but Cam should join us by tomorrow. I just wanted to reiterate to those of you new to the Olympics that Luke and Cam are the senior members of the team, so if you have questions or need some advice and you’d prefer getting it from a peer as opposed to a coach, they’ve offered to act as mentors for you. They have been to the Olympics before and Tyler here has as well, so feel free to pick their brains as much as they’ll let you. That’s all for today. Thanks for your hard work. I know it will pay off. We’ll see you back here tomorrow, same time.”

I gathered my stuff, grabbed my bag, and headed for the locker room. I already felt the tension leaving my body. Cassandra couldn’t follow me in here. Some controversy at the last Olympics revised the rules. I guess women had been allowed in the men’s locker rooms in previous games, but it changed after someone argued that since male coaches weren’t allowed in the women’s locker room, the reverse situation shouldn’t be allowed. And now it wasn’t. Even though I thought barring any coach from their athlete was ridiculous, I was very thankful they had changed the policy. It was practically the only time I was Cassandra-free.

“Mentor, huh?” O asked, as he stripped off his shirt and threw it in his locker.

It was hard not to notice his sculpted chest directly above perhaps the tightest set of abdominals on the team. Jesus, I needed sex. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about O. He was practically a kid.

“Something like that.” I smiled.

I met Orion at the New York College of Arts and Sciences. That’s where my parents made me enroll after pulling me out of Florida University and away from Cam. I was a fifth year senior when he transferred in as a sophomore and became the college’s first Black gymnast. I knew who he was before the coach introduced him, having recognized him from competitions. He also knew who I was and sought me out.

I was the first person he came out to, and I helped him through that process with his family and the team. He was pretty insecure about himself, though I couldn’t see why. He eventually opened up to me about how he was teased a lot as a kid and he hated that it still affected him so much. Over the years, he became more confident and comfortable around me. He flirted a little with me at one point, but I explained to him why it could never happen and we stayed friends. I saw him opening up around the team lately, especially if I was around, but other than that, he was very quiet.

“I’ll be sure to ask for all your advice later.” He winked. “Over drinks?” He threw a towel from his locker over his shoulder and turned to head to the showers.

“You’re not old enough!” I yelled after him.

I rolled my eyes and dropped my bag on the floor, reaching down to pull my shirt over my head. I felt something brush against my back. “Fuck!” I practically jumped out of my pants. I finally disentangled myself from the shirt. “Colton, when did you get here?”

“Uh...just now, cowboy.” He shrugged, towering in front of me.

“I’ll say.” I shook my head and pulled my pants off, leaving me in just a jockstrap. Colton stood there in front of me. “Can I help you with something?”

Was he looking at my jock?

“Fixin’ to head to my locker. You’re in my way.”

“Oh sorry, I hadn’t realized,” I said, stepping aside. I must’ve imagined him looking because he didn’t seem to give me a second glance even as I donned my birthday suit and headed to the shower. The lack of sex must be increasing my imaginative abilities.

And good lord, there’s O’s massive dick! Look away.

Thankfully, O had soap on his face and his eyes were closed, so he didn’t just see me gaping at his enormous dong. I shook it off and stepped into the stall next to him.

He finished rinsing his face and noticed me. “Hey Luke, how’s it going over there?” He pulled himself up onto the partition and pretended to ogle me.