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Colton and Orion were a bit of a mystery to me. It was obvious Cam and Luke had each found a new friend, but I had a hunch that it ended there. After all, I knew Luke wanted to repair the damage from four years ago. It was practically all he talked about the last six months. And while Cam was a bit harder to read and he and Colton seemed awfully close, I had a feeling Cam and Colton were just friends. I was betting Cam and Luke would work it out somehow.

Maybe I was just a sentimental sap now?

Declan: How’s training?

Tyler: I should ask the same.

Tyler: Just finished with Cam on the vault. Chatting with Noah.

Declan: Surrounded by muscles…should I be worried?

Tyler: Like you’re one to talk. I’ve seen the bulges. Let’s call it a tie.

Declan: Fair enough. Will I get to see you tonight?

Tyler: I should be able to squeeze you in.

Declan: Don’t say things like that!

Tyler: Ha! It’s your silly rule!

Declan: And it’ll be my gold medal because of it.

And then you’re done with the Olympics forever and we can fuck whenever we want, right?

Tyler: Whatever you say, sir.

Declan: That’s more like it.

Declan: I’ll meet you after practice. XO.

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Declan

Asher was the only other American to qualify for the decathlon in London, and he also happened to be my roommate for the Games. He wasn’t as likely to medal as I was, but he was soaking up the experience. ‘Happy to be here’ seemed to be his catchphrase. Me on the other hand, well…I just really wanted to repeat. Getting another gold medal was all I could think about. Well, that and Ty.

Since he was a coach, he was allowed in the Village, but it was kind of an unwritten rule that he couldn't go in the dorms. I was fine with that anyway because I didn’t plan on fucking him until the closing ceremonies, not that we’d be fucking in the stadium in front of the entire world. As soon as my decathlon was over, I planned on running through our dickathlon all over again. Hopefully, all in one night. We’d still have to wait quite a few days.

Until then, I had a lot to focus on. Luckily, it wasn’t my first time in London, so I had already seen a lot of the sights and could spend my time on training and relaxing. The right mindset was just as important as the physical anyway. Yuri had taught me that a long time ago.

And while I was loath to admit it, it was better for my performance that Ty and I had such packed schedules. After three years together and a good deal of trial and error, we had figured out what I needed during competition. And unfortunately, it wasn’t him.

I loved his body and what he could do to me with it, but Yuri was right to recommend a moratorium on fucking. Every time we had caved into temptation in the past, I hadn’t done as well as I should have. Even if it was all in my head, I wasn’t taking a chance with an Olympic medal at stake. Ty was understanding.

And also wearing the cage.

Our rooms weren’t ready in the American dorm, so the USA Track and Field squad had been shuffled into any available rooms around the village. The building Asher and I ended up in wasn’t that far from the track. Closer than the gym Ty’s team was using for practice. I sent him a quick text letting him know that I’d meet him in the dining hall closest to my dorm. It was easier to watch my diet if we ate there rather than going out. But right now, I needed a shower. I could smell today’s workout on me.

* * *

“What’s that smirk for?” I asked.

Fuck, I’m so lucky.

We kissed then grabbed each other’s hand and headed inside.

“I, uh, may have talked to Luke about our sex life.”