Page 104 of The Forever Vault

“We’re Team USA. They let us in, no questions asked,” Colton replied.

“Yeah, right,” Miles said. “I bet Zeph is chatting the security guard up right now.”

“Or maybe that?” Ty agreed.

“Well, whatever the reason, we’re glad you’re here to celebrate,” Woodward said. “What else can I say?” He walked into the center of the room, surrounding himself with the team, the coaches and two former teammates whose bottles had been emptied. “I couldn’t be prouder of the four of you. I have no more words. I’m not even going to tell you to be careful tonight with your celebrations.I’m sure you can sleep it off before Wednesday.”

Murmurings that perhaps accepted that challenge circulated around the room.

“Now let’s get cleaned up so we can get the press conference out of the way. You guys can be with your families and then you can do whatever you want after that. I just better not get any calls from the police or Georgina Madsen.”

* * *

After answering all the questions I expected to be asked, and celebrating with my mother and Erika and the other families, it was late. Past eleven.

And I wanted nothing more than to ride the high of my testosterone-fueled victory, go back to the hotel, strip Luke, and fuck him into oblivion while my medal slapped against my pecs. I knew it was an obscene fantasy, but I didn’t care. Luke himself was the one that whispered that into my ear a few months before, though the roles were reversed. I thought it was ridiculous at the time, but now, it was all I could think about.

But team duties called first, and the young guns wanted to celebrate, and despite my hard dick, I had to admit a night of letting go would be fun. We could always fool around when we got back.

Maybe I could take Luke back to the dorm and we could fuck on a twin bed for old times’ sake?

“And do you know why he’s been such a little English twat?!” Ezra swayed towards us. I was learning he was a lightweight since we were only on our second round.

“Why don’t you sit down, buddy?” O tried to encourage him. “Drink some water?”

Ezra blew a raspberry - classy - and continued the story of the broken elevator - the parts he thankfully hadn’t told the press.

“‘Cause I asked him. I said, ‘Why are you being so mean to me on Twitter? And you know what he said? He said- He sa- He told me that I look like his ex! He can’t stand the sight of me but I’m just his type!” Ezra finished with a flourish before slamming down into his seat in a fit of giggles.

“Remind me to not have an open bar at our wedding,” Austin quipped.

“Hold up. Did I miss something?” Luke asked, pointing at O and Austin.

“No, no. Not engaged,” O said, coughing up his last sip.

“Sorry, it was a rhetorical thought,” Austin added.

“It was a nice thought.” O leaned in to give Austin a kiss, which earned them a chorus of adoration from the guys.

“Things finally gettin’ spicy over here, y’all? You’re missing a whole lotta prime beef out there,” Colton said, sliding next to me in the booth.

“We’ve got all the prime beef we need, Colton,” Luke replied, giving my thigh a squeeze. I almost fell out of the booth when his hand traveled inward and grabbed my junk.

“Yeah, alright. I know you’ve got a nice piece over there, cowboy. What about Ezra and Miles?”

“How about you get those cute butts on the dance floor?” Zeph added, stripping his shirt off and tossing it at Miles’ face.

“Sorry, but I’m holding off on releasing my crazy inner badass until after the all-around finals. This is water and I don’t dance unless I’m drinking, even if a super hot guy without a shirt on invites me to do so.”

Everyone stared at Miles for a good ten seconds.

“What?”

Before Miles could answer, Ezra was climbing over Austin and O to get to the giant shirtless flirt that was Zephyrus Jones. He practically fell into Zeph’s arms. “You’ll take care of me, right?”

For half a second, I wondered if Colton was throwing out the ‘no teammates’ rule, until Zeph said, “We’ll find a nice young man to fuck your brains out.”

“What if I wanted to fuck my brains out?”