Page 11 of Dickathlon

“Fuck. You’re so good at bars. I can’t do that many pirouette combos in a row, and your Diamadov is perfect.”

Luke smiled. He had been doing that more and more lately. “The only perk of being shorter than you, trust me.”

“Any pointers?”

“Repetition. But you knew that. Quit trying to inflate my ego. What day are we heading down to your parents’?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“They have a gym there?”

“Nothing like this, but we have a weight room in the basement. And we can run on 17-Mile Drive. If you’ve never seen the views, they’re amazing.”

“Sounds nice. Your mom have a big dinner planned?”

“Of course. The one week I can cheat this year. Not including the week after the Olympics.”

“Everyone’s coming? Your nieces and nephews too?”

“Everybody.”

“And Quinn?”

“Nah, she’s flying out tomorrow to spend the holidays with her parents. They moved to Florida a few years ago.”

I didn’t imagine it. Luke twitched a little when I said Florida.

“Somewhere near Miami, I think.”

Luke nodded, then regained his composure. “What’s next, Ty? I can show you up on the pommel horse, if you want.”

“Right, bro. Where was all this confidence in Brisbane? I think I’m the only one of us with a medal.”

“Holy ouch, Ty. Gut me, why don’t you?” He flipped me off.

“You can take it.”

“How do you know?” He winked at me.

I really hoped that behind all the back and forth he really was doing better. I hadn’t given Owen a heads up about Luke. I wanted to give Luke a chance to ask for help on his own. It was the fastest way for him to get better, but he needed to do something like that himself.

I watched Luke work on the horse a bit. He was getting better. Bastard. He’d probably give me a run for my money for the all-around in London. It was years away, but I already had my eyes on the prize. I had fun in Brisbane, but it only showed me how much I really wanted a gold medal. And I was going to work my ass off to get one.

“You’re up, Ty.”

* * *

“Was that a routine? I couldn’t tell.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to outdo each other on each apparatus, taking breaks only to rehydrate and spew sass. Luke did compliment me on my rings’ skills. He still had some work to do in that area, but I was more than happy to help him out.

We showered at the school, only because our sweat would’ve made my car smell worse than it already did, and I didn’t want us to monopolize the bathroom, especially since Quinn was still around. There were private shower stalls, but Luke and I weren’t bothered to use them, opting for the communal room.

I had caught him looking at my body a few times and said nothing, but after today’s teasing, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut when I saw his eyes on my dick.

“Like what you see?”

Startled, he shifted his weight, then turned away. “Bite me.”