Page 51 of Floored By Love

“Aw shit, really?” Colton asked. “I guess I’ll be careful then.” He walked over to his locker and hung it inside, then grabbed a towel and headed for the shower.

I did the same and stripped my clothes off. It had been a stressful evening, and I was looking forward to seeing my mom and having a nice dinner. I couldn’t help but flex as I walked past Luke, who was still sitting on the bench by his locker.

We were in this weird in between place where we were being friendly with each other, but not talking about anything of substance. I wanted to break the spell and just ask him what the fuck happened, but I also didn’t want to ruin whatever this was. Maybe if we were friendly for a little bit, even if it was pretend, I could get him to open up.

I diverted my eyes as he walked to the showers. My dick would needlessly complicate things and competitions always revved up my hormones. I planned on having fun with my hand tonight. And possibly introduce a finger or two to my butt. And after two or three orgasms, I would be all set.

Thoughts of my fingers and my butt meeting each other at a fancy dinner party were enough to distract me for the rest of the shower. I was trying to come up with names appropriate for such a high-class function. I got as far as Mister Index and Titus Holus before I realized I was crazy and needed some sleep or a better distraction. Luckily, Colton’s retelling of our Olympic prowess proved enough of one.

We dressed in street clothes and then covered up with our official jackets and followed Woodward and the other coaches to the press room. They interviewed all the medalists in order, so Japan was in there now. The other athletes didn’t get official interviews automatically, but any media outlet could request one if they wanted. Additionally, each gymnastics organization came up with statements for the press, even if there weren’t on-camera interviews.

“This question is for Camden. How does it feel to be the first to stick the Kane and now have a move named after you?”

“It feels pretty amazing. I can’t take all the credit, though. My coach Noah and I have been working on it for years, so it’s been a long time coming.”

A different reporter raised their hand.

“Either Camden, Lucas or both can answer this one. Earlier this week, NBC portrayed you as rivals who wanted nothing to do with one another, but today you seemed to be friends. What happened?”

Ryder Stevens was a dick. That’s what happened.

Luke answered before I could. “That piece of media was a distortion of reality. Yeah, obviously Cam and I are, to some extent, rivals. We’ll both be competing in the all-around final against each other. But we’re also part of a team. And, I think for both of us, the team comes first.”

“Do you have anything to add, Camden?”

“Uh...Luke said it all. Team first. I think it was a lot of creative editing that made us seem that way.”

They asked the other guys the usual first-time Olympian questions, and the coaches fielded some as well, but it was relatively drama-free and over quickly. I was excited as we headed down the hallway toward the exit where our families would be.

As Colton and I neared the door, I realized Luke and Cassandra had slipped away without anyone noticing. I inwardly hoped they would come to dinner.

Well, at least Luke.

13

Lucas

I was surprised Cassandra let me go to the team dinner. Granted, I wasn’t alone since she came too, and then made me sit next to her. Despite the supervision, I had a nice time. I was at the coaches’ end of the table with Ford and Ty across from me. O sat to my immediate right with his family next to him, so the conversation was pretty breezy. The other end of the table with the Chens, the Walkers, and Cam and his mom seemed quiet and awkward for some reason.

I really wanted to talk to Cam today. I figured coming off of a silver medal was as good a time as any, so I kept an eye on him in a completely non-stalkery way the entire dinner to see if he got up to use the bathroom.

We were about halfway through eating when I had my opportunity. I didn’t want to make it obvious so I had to time it so he was coming out as I was going in, otherwise it would end up like last time. And as much as it made him laugh, I didn’t think another bad joke about my junk was the way to his heart.

My timing wasn’t perfect. I waited in the alcove outside of the bathroom exactly like a stalker, and every time the men’s bathroom door opened, I pretended to go in. I did that twice before it was Cam coming out.

“Hey Cam, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Were you waiting for m-?”

“No, I was just...yeah, kind of.”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Well,” I paused, “it’s not necessarily fine. I mean I’m fine, but we’re not fine.”

I made eye contact with him and he was holding back a smirk.

“I just wanted to say-”