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I kissed and hugged my mom goodbye and went to go wait for Colton and the guys to be done so we could tube it back to the village.

I thought about Austin’s new body, but the face morphed into Luke’s. I was always horny after a competition and tried to push the lust down. It could wait until the dorms.

Today was a good day, and not just because of our performance. Things felt like Brisbane, if only for a few moments, but deep down, I knew everything had changed between me and Luke. After all, we needed to be told to be nice to each other in order for it to happen. That was fucked up. Not that we weren’t nice before, we just avoided each other completely. Now, we were nice and close. But it was fake, even if part of me wanted it to be real.

I had to turn to the tried-and-true method of cum production to turn my rambling brain off and fall asleep.

11

Lucas

When I woke up the next day, I’m not sure why I expected anything to be different. Cassandra was still here. My parents weren’t.

But I was the best gymnast on Team USA and I felt...nothing? Admittedly, I was proud of my performance, but I didn’t hang out with the team last night to celebrate. I just went back to the hotel. It was late and maybe they didn’t do anything either, but at least O had Alex and Cam was with Colton. Well, not with him.

I hoped. Who really knew? We started our relationship at the Olympics. They always could do the same.

Just forget it.

Yesterday wasn’t quite what I envisioned, but it was a start. I knew we were doing it for the cameras, but still, it felt good. I closed my eyes, remembering our hug, the feel of his back against my chest, and ran my hand down my stomach and slowly teased my shaft, gently tugging at the foreskin.

Vrrrrrrrrrr. Vrrrrrrrrrr.

Damn it.

I picked it up to see who was calling. It was Graham. Graham?

“Hey, Graham, what’s up?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d answer.”

“Sorry?”

“No, it’s fine. I was just planning to leave a voicemail. I...uh, just wanted to say that you did a great job last night. Jake and I grabbed a ticket at the last minute and watched you guys. You looked good.”

“Thanks, Graham. I didn’t know you were in London.” I should’ve known that.

“Jake’s preliminaries start tomorrow. I’m here to support him.” There was a pause. “It’s none of my business really, but...you seemed happy yesterday...with him. Are you and Cam together again?”

“No.” I took a deep breath. “That was kind of a performance for the cameras. That NBC piece framed us as rivals and Coach wanted to squash the story.”

“Oh, yeah. I saw that. Well, I hope it’s not that bad. I know things...fell apart.”

A nice way to put it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get personal. I just wanted to say you did a great job. I have a good feeling for you guys. I mean, the team.”

“Thanks, Graham. That means a lot. Did you want to get together this week or next? Grab some dinner or drinks? I’d love to see you, and Jake, if he has time.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. We’ll figure it out. I’ll talk to you soon, and good luck with the finals.”

“Thanks, man. Talk to you later.”

I hung up, closed my eyes, and let my hand-

Knock knock knock.

Nothing like a hovering coach. “What?!”