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“Is that a promise? Because that sounds fantastic to me.”

“So bold now. I remember when you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for my dick. Now, you’re sending me hole pics.”

“What can I say? It’s a nice hole.”

“Okay, we need to stop talking about this or-”

“Or what?”

“Jesus, even caged you’re so fucking horny. You’re rubbing off on me.”

He realized what he said before I could say-

“Don’t!”

Fuck. That was his bossy voice.

“It’s not that I’m always horny, you’re just always you. What am I supposed to do with that?” I pointed to his body. “To be blunt, I don’t know how you can keep your hands off yourself. I’d jack it twice a day at least if I had your body.”

“Try looking in the mirror, Ty. Your body is a muscled utopia, and you do jack it twice a day.”

“Not right now.” I knew I was whining and I didn’t care.

“I think this conversation has established why the cage is necessary, but if you don’t want to wear it anymore, I’m not going to force you to wear it,” he said, pulling the key out from under his shirt.

God, why’d he have to be so considerate about my chastity.

“It’s fine.” I refrained from sighing. “I know it will be that much better when it happens.”

“You bet your fucking ass it will be.”

Son of a bitch. The decathlon couldn’t come soon enough.

* * *

“You’re almost there. Fuck. One more time. Do it!”

Luke slammed the bar onto the rack, glancing up at me before wiping the sweat off his brow. “I can see why you became a coach.”

I walked around the bench, held out my hand, and helped him sit up. “Yeah, it’s nice to have an excuse to be bossy.”

“I meant that you’re an excellent motivator.”

“Oh. Thanks, bro.” That was nice to hear.

Luke seemed in good spirits considering his mom had ambushed him a few days ago, mere hours after he and Cam kissed in front of the entire world.

“So, do you think you’ll stick with coaching gymnastics?”

“Uh...I’m not sure,” I answered as we switched places. “Mind taking some weight off, Luke? I can’t handle such a big load.” I gave him a big smile.

“I’m not taking that bait, you bastard. So, things with Declan are going well?”

“Well - we’re - still - not - having - sex,” I answered between reps. I replaced the bar, then reflexively rubbed at my shoulder.

“Still bothers you?” he asked.

“Yup. I don’t have full range of motion either, but it could’ve been worse.” I sat up on the bench, thinking back to that day. That year, really.