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After a few high-pitched grunt-squeals, I heard Cam say, “I’m close, Luke.”

I always liked to cum at the same time as him. Anything else got awkward after a while unless we were in full Dom/sub mode.

Regripping the harness allowed me to increase my fuck-pace. The slapping noise echoed through the room. He didn’t need to tell me. Cam got vocal when he was close. A symphony of the cutest noises were getting thrown from his mouth at an ever-increasing rate. Carter Dane would have blushed. The friction of his dick against the bed was enough to get him close, but I watched his hand disappear under his taught body, likely going to help himself finish.

I could feel my own orgasm building. “I’m close too, babe. Fuck, you are tight tonight.”

“All that, ugh - oh fuck, I’m close-”, his head arched back, “-testosterone.”

I slammed hard as I felt my dick erupt inside him.

“Cumming,” we both said in unison.

I smiled, loving how in sync we were tonight.

Despite the injury, San Francisco had been very good for our sex life.

16

Camden

I thought I heard my phone, but opted to stay under the covers where it was warm and snuggly. I could call whoever it was back when my arms weren’t wrapped around Luke. Last night’s post-sex slice of pizza had almost been as good as Luke’s pounding, but there was something highly erotic about being in public knowing the only thing keeping your boyfriend’s semen from staining the seat of your very flimsy athletic shorts was a well-muscled sphincter.

I thought back to yesterday and the feeling of elation when Noah and Woodward practically tackled me to the floor in the locker room after Cassie announced the final scores. Somehow, I had led the team to our best Olympic qualifications ever. We were seeded first in the team final and all of us had made an event final.

On the walk back to the hotel last night, Grant had texted the group chat a link to an article about me entitled, Camden Kane: King of the Arena. It went on to assume a lot about what was driving me to win - the desire to make Luke proud, especially in light of his injury. It went so far as to say I was ‘back with a vendetta’. I wasn’t so sure about that, but the other guys got a kick out of teasing me.

I’d have to thank Colton and Zeph for letting Ty crash in their suite last night. I’d wager a guess that Ty didn’t tell Declan that was happening. Declan got possessive of Ty whenever Zeph was around. It was part of their alpha male charm I’m sure Colton and Ty had fallen in love with. I could take or leave the chest beating and measuring tape, but they were our friends. Luke and I loved them, macho faults and all.

I heard my phone a third time and my thoughts couldn’t distract me from answering anymore.

“You gonna get that?” Luke asked, startling me. I didn’t know he was awake.

“So-sorry, tiger.” I kissed the top of his curly head and leaned over to the bedside table. With my fingers stretched, I was just able to slide the phone into my grasp. I cleared my throat as I answered, “Hello?”

“Finally.”

It was Coach. My heart rate picked up. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just need you to come in for a team meeting ASAP. I’ll explain when you get here.”

“O-okay?”

“Cassandra already uploaded the information to your app. Can you be at the village in twenty? Ezra said you didn’t stay here last night. I’m not that surprised and I don’t need to know. Just get here as soon as you can, and wish Luke a good morning for me.”

He hung up without saying goodbye.

Luke asked who it was, though his voice was muffled because his head was almost under my body and his face was half smooshed into the pillow.

“Coach,” I answered. “I gotta go. He sounded weird, Luke.”

“Everything alright?” Luke asked, propping himself against the headboard.

I smiled, knowing this right here was one of the reasons we had a solid relationship. We both read people the same way, and we both cared when that reading was abnormal.

“Some random meeting just popped up and he needs me there in twenty minutes. I’ll let you know as soon as I know what’s up,” I said, hopping on one foot, trying to get the other through the leg hole of a pair of Luke’s briefs. I caught him watching me. “Mind if I borrow a pair?”

“Mi ropa es tú ropa. Don’t let me stop you,” he teased, holding his hands up. “My lucky jock already brought you into the finals. I’m not sure we should wash it now.”