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Luke interrupted my thoughts. “Well, the decathlon finals are tomorrow. I have faith in you. You can make it.” He put his hand on my shoulder.

“All I can say is it’s a good thing both hands still work, bro.” I gave him a wink and felt him remove his hand.

I wasn’t the best at lying, but for whatever reason, I didn’t want Luke to know about the cage. I’m not sure why. We had sucked off bananas in front of each other. For fuck’s sake, I ate out a pumpkin with him coaching me through it.

But the cage was different. It was for me and Declan.

Plus, I’d have to admit to him that I had no control over my own dick. I wasn’t sure I wanted to admit that to him, so I just asked about Cam and listened to him gush for the rest of our workout.

It was nice to see him so happy.

26

Declan

Thirty athletes started the one hundred meter heats and there were twenty-eight finishers. Injuries had already taken two out of competition.

Injuries were a common problem in the decathlon. More decathletes were often fighting injuries than the other track and field competitors; it was the nature of the event. With some luck and a well-rounded training program - thank you, Yuri - I had avoided major ones for some years now.

At times, it had almost killed me to scale back training. Pushing forward, getting faster, lifting more…that had been my mindset when I was younger. And while I wasn’t old by normal standards, twenty-nine was up there for athletics.

The trick had been to listen to my body. Yuri had a list of names of guys whose seasons were ended by injuries. I knew some of them personally, but it was a stark reminder that it could happen to anyone.

Luckily, Asher and I had made it through the first event. I was feeling pretty confident. It was a good start to the day. Long jump and shot put were next, and then we’d get a break for lunch.

Tyler: First place! Was that a PR?

I smiled as I read the text. I knew all my personal records, though Yuri confirmed it for me with his thumbs. He always gave me two thumbs up if it was a new record. Just one if it was a good job.

Declan: Yeah. Pretty good, huh?

Tyler: Pretty good? You smoked everyone!

Declan: Ha! I don’t know about that.

Ulisses was here too. I was happy he made it. He seemed so different from Rome. I definitely was not shipping him with his coach. They just happened to be very smiley with each other, and maybe a little handsy too. It seemed like there had been some progress there.

But…a lot of guys in other cultures were more physical with each other. It was the American guys that weren’t. Not that I could tell from being around Ty and the other gymnasts. Granted, most of them were non-hetero, but still.

“So, we really just sit around at the Olympics too, huh?”

“What? You thought the decathlon was going to be different here?”

Asher shrugged. “Kind of, I guess.”

“Did you think there was going to be, like, massage chairs and servers waiting on us or something?”

We laughed at my joke. “Not gonna lie, Declan. I did think it was gonna be a little fancier than this.”

“You’d be surprised. This is a lot better than it used to be.”

Asher shrugged, put his headphones on, and leaned against the wall.

* * *

Fucking fuck.

I faulted on my first try on the long jump. It wasn’t unusual because I always went all out on the first attempt, but it meant I’d have to be more cautious on the next one and likely not come close to a personal record.