Page 105 of Dickathlon

Tyler: Absolutely not.

Luke: There’s your answer.

Tyler: What was the second option?

Luke: Tell me to fuck off and stay with Declan.

Luke: You chose for yourself. Congrats, you’re in love.

Tyler: It feels a little weird.

Luke: Like a part of your heart is being carried around by someone else?

Tyler: Yes.

Luke: Cupid’s got his hooks in you, my friend.

Tyler: Thanks for the advice, bro. I needed it. Miss you.

Tyler: Give Cassie a big hug for me.

Luke: I will do no such thing. Hope Declan’s crushing it.

Tyler: One event left. Tiny chance to win.

Luke: I’ll cross my fingers and toes. Ttyl.

Well, that confirmed it, as if the dopey grin on my face didn’t. Luke described exactly how I felt. A small part of me was anchored inside of that gorgeous man that was currently stretching in an all-too-revealing lycra singlet in front of thousands of people. Not yet including the thirsty fans that were likely going to zoom in on the professional photos uploaded later tonight. I had found one Tumblr account devoted to just Declan. It was a favorite of mine to peruse when we weren’t together, though I obviously had my personal collection as well.

* * *

Ulisses fell!

Holy shit! Holy shit!

With three other runners.

I’d have to wait for the replay, but it looked like someone stepped on the heel of another runner and it took them both down. When they collapsed, Ulisses and a fourth runner got caught in their pileup. All four seemed okay. I mean, they got up within a few seconds of going down and started running again, but there was already a two hundred meter gap between them and the leaders. It was likely too much to overcome.

This was the break Declan needed. It was unfortunate for the other runners, but just like gymnastics, things could change just as fast on the track. It seemed to give him a boost as well. He was pulling ahead of the pack. Declan always ran his best out front.

It was the best case scenario for a win. It really just depended on how far back Ulisses finished. I’d have to wait for the scoreboard.

* * *

I broke our post-shower kiss. “Get your medal. I want you to wear it when you fuck me.”

“As you wish.” Declan half-bowed and dashed over to the dresser to get it.

I grabbed the gold medallion and pulled him towards me with it. “I don’t know who the real winner is…the world champion decathlete or the one who’s about to get fucked by him.”

“I think we’re both winning tonight.” Declan tore my towel off my waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing. “You really think you’re ready for my cock?”

“Quit it with the second guessing. I bought a ten inch dildo as soon as I got back from Palm Springs and it’s practically worn out. Trust me, I can take your cock.”

“Alright, I won’t hold back.”

“I don’t want you to.”