Page 72 of The Forever Vault

“Freestyle, right?” I asked.

Austin nodded.

The crowd grew quiet and the music flared. My eyes were drawn to one of the screens broadcasting the ceremony. The torch had arrived.

* * *

I stood in front of the row of lockers, wearing nothing but Luke’s lucky purple jockstrap, and grabbed my competition suit out of the locker. Unfortunately, Preston was here with his coach, Dmitry, but on the bright side, they were keeping to themselves. Since training was over and this was it - we had to enter the arena as a team or the divide would be obvious. Woodward wasn’t about to go public with the drama just as competition was about to start.

I wasn’t sure Preston was as anti-gay as advertised though, because I caught him looking my way a few times, and he wasn’t looking at my face. I glanced around at the others, but they were each in their own world. It seemed no one else was concerned with my bare ass.

I’ll admit, having Preston here probably put a damper on things, but the quiet made it obvious the guys were nervous. Only Orion and I had any Olympic experience. I was surprised Ezra hadn’t already run out the door in a panic, and Miles was so pale, he looked like he was about to vomit.

For a moment, I missed flirting with Luke in the locker room and joking with Ty about dicks, until I thought about that morning.

After a quick pump session at the gym with Ezra, Luke and I had some time to mess around, and Luke didn’t waste it. Ty left us alone in the hotel room and we snuggled in each other's arms under the covers almost immediately. Naked, of course.

He said, “You’ve taken such good care of me. It’s time for me to-”

And then his mouth was full…of my dick.

I tried only once to pull him off me. I was going to flip us so we could sixty-nine, but he pushed my hand to the side, and said, “Just enjoy this, Cam. Let me make you feel good.”

After a few minutes, he pulled off, caught his breath, and asked, “Mind if you stand up, so I can kneel? My arm’s getting tired and I can’t, you know…use this one.”

“Of course. If you’re sure.”

“I told you what to do. Stand the fuck up and get your dick back in my mouth.”

I could still taste myself on his tongue when we kissed goodbye, and the visual of watching him swallow my load, combined with the snugness of his jock, kept me hard for the ride back to the village.

Over the years, dressing each other would remain an erotic experience. I’m not sure exactly how often it happened, or why it was so charged. There was just something about covering up your lover’s body, knowing what was underneath it all, and that included when we swapped clothing.

So it wasn’t too much of a surprise when he said he wanted to dress me before I left. What was a surprise was when he brought my briefs to his face to take a healthy sniff and kept them to wear for himself. My dick was already half hard from the sight by the time he came over to slip his lucky jock up and over my lengthening shaft.

“You’re going to do great,” he said.

I sighed. “I wish you-”

“I know, Cam. I know.” He put his hand on my shoulder and leaned into my chest. I pressed my cheek against the side of his head, his curls tickling my nose. He eventually nestled under my chin and I held him against me for a moment, careful not to crush his arm.

“I’ll be in the crowd, handsome. Don’t forget to impress me.”

I laughed, half-heartedly. I knew he was trying to make light of the situation, so I went along with it.

“Should be easy to do that. Just stare at my ass, it’s what you usually do anyway.”

He gave the briefest smirk before offering me one final kiss, and then he escorted me to the door.

“Hey, Cam. You ready?”

I had just finished dressing. “Yeah.” I grabbed my jacket out of the locker and pulled it on, checking my bag to make sure I had everything tucked away. My phone, the platypus coin, my comp shorts, my wrist supports. “Let’s go.”

“We’ll have about a half hour to warm up,” Noah said.

I walked past Ezra and Miles. Both were deep in the pep talk zone with their coaches. Hudson was rubbing Miles’ back and Zane was having Ezra do some breathing exercises. I briefly heard Zane say, “It’s going to be hard, but you’re going to have to tune out everything that’s out there,” before I was out of earshot.

“You got this, Cam.”