Page 135 of Dickathlon

“Oh. Did Luke have anything to say about it?” I only asked out of curiosity. We were completely secure in our relationship. After hanging out so much with Freddie and his boyfriend Dante, our sex lives had been a regular topic of conversation, especially since Ty, Freddie and Dante were still discovering new things to try. Mostly from porn, but every now and then one of them would get creative on their own and we’d all have a laugh over it.

“It was just chit chat. Nothing to get jealous over.”

“Oh yeah. That’s me. Mister Jealousy over here. I’m surprised he had time to ask about our sex life. Shouldn’t he be focused on getting Cam back? Wasn’t that the whole plan?”

It looked like Ty was following my lead tonight, opting for the healthy choices counter.

“Something like that. I keep telling them they need to talk to each other, but it’s clear they’re so afraid of it not working out.”

“Well, why don’t you just tell them they both still want it?”

“Come on, bro. Would you have wanted Freddie to find me, bring me down to LA, and be like, ‘Here’s your new boyfriend.’”

He had a point. “Maybe?”

“You ass, shut up. It’s not that simple. They’re adults. They can figure it out.”

“They’re barely adults. They’re, like, just passable as adults.”

“Says the twenty-nine year old that says like all the time.”

“I just turned twenty-nine!” I pointed out, though not sure that helped me much. “What’d you tell him? You mention the cage?”

“Of course not!” He looked around to see if anyone had heard me.

“Aw. Why not, babe? Too kinky for him?”

Ty laughed. “I doubt it. That…just seemed a little private.”

“You don’t want him to know you’re my total sub-boy, do you?”

Ty tilted his head and gave me the look that told me I was on thin ice.

Just before he left the line with his tray, I said, “You know, this is where we met.”

“Uh…we met in Australia. We’re in England now, Dec.”

“I’m aware. I meant the line at the dining hall.”

“Oh.” Ty nodded slowly, the recognition almost spreading across his face. “That’s right. I still can’t believe you thought I was cute.”

“You were so nervous. It was adorable as fuck.” I led us over to the tables. “You know I’m teasing, right? I’ll be sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to see how the Luke and Cam story unfolds.”

“Me too.” He sat down. “I’ll be sure to keep you updated. How was practice today?”

* * *

Pillowtalk by Zayn broke through the darkness. Ty’s ringtone.

Fuck. It had to be like three in the morning. I knew he wouldn’t get drunk as a coach. Especially at the Olympics. My stomach dropped and I tried to stop my hand from shaking as it searched. I knew something was wrong. I struggled to find it in the dark, hoping it didn’t wake Asher.

“Ty?” I cleared my throat.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late and you’re sleeping, and I know you have training tomorrow, but I need you right now. I need you to come over.”

I was already sitting up, throwing the covers back. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay and I was holding it together, but I just got back to the hotel and I’m alone in my room and I don’t want to bother the other guys, but I just kinda lost it for a sec.” I heard his voice break and I started dressing immediately. “I need you here with me.”