Page 99 of Dickathlon

“What’s on the plate, or what’s in your shorts?”

“Both. But not in that order.” He grinned at me as he slipped a ricotta-filled pillow of delight past his lips.

“Only you could make me jealous of a ravioli.”

Ty swallowed. “Why? You want in my mouth?”

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “Don’t say things like that.”

Ty shrugged.

“Don’t forget, babe. In twenty-four hours, I can do whatever I want to you. Maybe I’ll finally take your cherry.”

“You’ve been teasing me for months with that. And at this point, you fucking me would be the opposite of a punishment, so if that’s your best threat, I’m all for it.”

“Honestly, I think it’s time I did fuck you, and I’m going to use that as incentive tomorrow.”

“No arguments here.”

I had been holding off since our trip to Palm Springs. We had seen each other only twice since then, once before he had moved to Colorado at the beginning of the summer, and once after. Seventeen days ago, we met in Denver for a brief visit. We didn’t leave the hotel room.

I was proud of him for working with Woodward at the Olympic Training Center. It seemed like a really good fit for Ty. I knew he loved working with the kids at Sierra Hills, but being able to contribute to the Olympic hopefuls’ training at Colorado Springs meant more. It gave him that connection to his former career that he had been missing.

As far as holding off on fucking Ty, I told myself I was protecting him. I was the first guy he had ever been with and I didn’t want to hurt him, but I knew I was also protecting myself. Ian hurt me, and until Ty, I had never let anyone get this close. A part of me was still waiting for Ty to lose it and realize he couldn’t be with a man. I wasn’t sure how to make that part of me go away, and I needed to tell him all this, but now wasn’t the time. Now was never the time. I knew I was possibly fucking myself by putting the conversation off, but I was good at that. My hands were the proof.

“You ready? You’ve been staring at my empty plate for a few minutes. Everything okay?”

Shit. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.”

“No shit, bro. Care to share?”

“Just imagining you on our bed tomorrow night.”

I returned Ty’s smile, left the money for dinner, and we headed out. The sun was down, but it was still fairly warm.

“I’d ask if you want to get gelato, but that’s off-limits for Yuri too, I bet.”

“Yeah. I don’t think an ice cream would be a good idea tonight.”

I grabbed his hand and we made our way on foot back to the hotel. It was only a ten minute walk. We ate here a few nights ago and it was good. Thus, the return trip.

I tossed my bag in the corner as soon as we got back to the room.

Ty asked, “Mind if I take a shower?”

I shook my head, so he headed in there, closing the door behind him. I turned the TV on, kicked off my shoes, and laid on the bed. I lost myself in Italia’s Got Talent for a while. I was about to yell to Ty what was taking him so long, but before I could, the door opened and Ty came out in sleep shorts.

I glanced over at him. “You jacked off, didn’t you?”

“Wh-what? No. No, I didn’t. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Bring that dick over here.”

“What are you going to do? Scent me?”

“You’ll still be dripping, so yeah, I’ll be able to scent you.”

“Ugh, fine, I jacked it.” Ty threw his hands up. “I couldn’t help it. I’m so ashamed.”