Page 89 of Floored By Love

Cam’s eyes swept the pile. He grabbed a plushie. “I’d be lion if I didn’t think it was a little cute.”

I tossed the bull back onto the mountain, gleeful that he was playing the game, and looked for my next pun-imal.

“Well, I am kind of a pig deal.”

He grabbed a hedgehog. “You do look sharp today.”

“Why, thank you. You always quack me up.”

“Okay, this is just getting baaaad, now.”

I smiled as he put the sheep back into the mountain, and I stepped closer to him, forgetting for a second we were in public. “Maybe you’ll have to punish me later.”

He didn’t step back. “What for?”

I didn’t want to say in public, so I made some dumb joke and promised myself to bring it up again when we were alone. Thankfully, he didn’t push. I shouldn’t have said anything anyway, but my mouth had a tendency to ignore my brain, especially if my dick inserted itself into the situation.

I smiled on the inside at that mental image, then asked Cam to text the guys in our group chat to meet out front. In a few minutes, we were out of the store and headed to H&M. It was the biggest store in the area, had cute clothes, and would be affordable for everyone.

I restrained myself from joining Cam in his dressing room, but started taking photos each time he’d debut a new look. I thought it would make a cute post on Instagram later. Maybe it could lead to something with H&M if they liked it?

Most of his appearances were PG, but there were times he came from behind the curtain in varying states of dress, some of which showed me the goods. Literally. One time, he “forgot” to button up his pants, and his underwear just happened to be so low that the ‘V’ his abdominal muscles created made me want to whip it out and bust a nut. Turns out, standing around in public with a visible hard-on isn’t unacceptable to everyone. There was a cute guy changing next to Cam that didn’t have a problem with it.

When he spoke to Cam on their second mirror-glance encounter, it was too low for me to hear exactly what he said, but I heard the growl from my throat before I could stop myself. I stood up to make a move to get between them, but heard Cam politely tell him he was flattered but seeing someone.

“You’re a lucky guy,” the random cute dressing room guy said to me. And that was that.

I was lucky, though. My dick was certainly getting a workout today. Upon the third adjustment of myself, I had to lick the precum off my hand. It was so much. I didn’t want to smear it on my pants, fearing it would be too obvious. And my middle school math teacher thought I wasn’t a good problem solver.

Colton came and tried on a few things, and by the time they were done, they each had four outfits to wear. Colton snagged a belt too, and I made Cam get some colorful boxer briefs as well.

I told Cam I wanted to try something first, so when the cashier rang the clothes up, I handed her my credit card.

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s been declined. I’ve tried twice,” she said, handing me back my card.

“Well, I guess that answers that,” I said. “Sorry.”

“Not a problem, Luke. I didn’t expect you to get them for me. It was sweet of you to offer.”

Was it, though? Sweet that I was going to pay with my parents’ money? I needed to find a job after London. There was no way I was going to let Cam support me and pay for everything. I needed to show him I could be self-sufficient and contribute to our relationship as much as he could.

And I was definitely going to bring up being punished later. Nothing too crazy, but part of me felt like I deserved it, and maybe it would break the slight tension I could still feel between us. Unless it was all in my head. At the very least, I hoped it would be fun.

When we got back to the hotel, the concierge called us over. Apparently, we were recognizable. Or, he was gay and made sure to identify super hot famous athletes staying at his hotel. I’m sure that’s what I would do if I worked there.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’ve got parcels for both Mr. Kane and Mr. Walker. Let me just pop into the back and get them for you.”

“Must be the clothes,” Alex said.

“I hope so.” Cam moved closer to the desk.

The concierge came out with one large box. It was clear he was struggling with it. “Here’s Mr. Walker’s parcel,” he said, as he almost collapsed onto the desk. “Would any of you be willing to help me with Mr. Kane’s box? I'm afraid I don’t have the muscles-” He cleared his throat, and continued, “I mean, the strength to get another one this big. And our carts are all in use at the moment. I do apologize.”

He was cute in a quiet, intellectual way, and he wasn’t exaggerating about his muscles. He was very skinny, so I didn’t mind helping him and Cam. I spoke up immediately. “I’ll get it.”

“You don’t have to, Luke. I can get it.”

“I don’t think so, Cam. You’re still recovering. No way you are carrying this box.”