Page 4 of Floored By Love

“You’ve seen it before. Keep your ass inside your stall.”

“I’m only being friendly,” he replied.

“Yeah, that’s it, you perv.” It was hard not to smile. “How did you end up at the Olympics again?”

“You know the routine. A couple of blowjobs and it was a done deal!”

Alex shook his head as he headed our way. “Are you always this-”

“Good-looking?” O finished for Alex.

“Sexual?” Alex finished, taking the stall on the other side of O.

“I’m sorry,” O answered, suddenly bashful. “I can stop if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s not a big deal. I’m just not used to it.” Alex smiled. “I guess I’ll have to study some techniques to keep up with the two of you.”

“Leave it to the Stanford poli sci major to want to study at the Olympics,” I said.

I admit that was about the extent of my knowledge of Alex. He was pretty quiet. He reminded me of Grant, but without a twin to bring him out of his shell. Not really insecure like O, just soft-spoken. He was an incredible gymnast, however, and I was glad he was on the team this year.

“Y’all leave some hot water for me?”

The man producing that admittedly sexy drawl drew my eyes. Colton flaunted his body, but he didn’t do it on purpose, which made it worse. Being the tallest on the team, his legs were trunks of muscle. Honestly, it was as if Tarzan had a son and raised him on a big cattle ranch instead of the jungle. I couldn’t remember what he had asked. Every time I saw Colton naked, my words disappeared because he reminded me of Cam. Despite the height difference and Colton’s light brown hair and hazel eyes, the skin tone, the muscles, the ass were all like Cam.

Though Cam’s dick was bigger.

Dick dick dick.

I needed to stop thinking about dicks.

“What about dicks, Luke?”

“What?!” I asked, pulling myself out of my Cam-dream.

“You said, ‘Dick dick dick’,” Colton answered, stepping into the shower next to mine.

“I said that out loud?!”

“Eh, don’t mind him,” O answered for me. “He has dicks on the brain.”

Colton laughed. “Is that so? Makes sense a gay man would have dicks on the brain.”

“And how would you know?” I heard myself ask.

“Well, I may be from Texas, but I’m not clueless. I do have a gay friend.”

“Just one?” O asked.

Look at you, O. Get it!

“He’s my best friend, actually.”

God, why did he have to be so charming? Does that mean Cam talks to him about dicks?

Here I was in between two bodies that Michelangelo could’ve used as models for David and, of course, I was thinking about dicks. Mostly one in particular, though Colton’s ass had stirred a memory of Cam’s and my dick had responded at the thought.

“Guess he does have dicks on the brain?” Colton remarked, leaning towards me and glancing over the partition.