Page 6 of Floored By Love

“Pretty nice. We have a TV in our living room."

“That’s new.”

“Excuse me,” Luke said to us. Apparently, his locker was right next to Colton’s.

I apologized, moving out of the way, and couldn’t help but notice his muscles. Up close, it was more obvious. Luke was bigger. And he had stubble and more body hair.

Damn.

I had seen him at recent competitions, but not with so few clothes or this close. His coach was always hovering. One time, she almost tackled me at a meet. That was during the first year. Luke wasn’t doing well, and it was obvious from his gymnastics. After I won the national championship that year, he seemed to get better.

His body certainly had. Colton, now fully dressed, must’ve noticed where I was looking.

“You hungry? Wanna grab some grub, Cam?”

“Uh, sure, Colton. See you guys later.”

“Are we going to the village or into the city?” I asked, happy to be walking away from the temptation that was Luke’s body.

“That’s up to you, partner. I’m guessing you’re beat after your flights.”

“I am,” I said, sighing. “The village okay?”

Colton nodded. “Sure thing. The shuttle’s just up here. We’ll have plenty of time to see the city later.”

I followed him, and we boarded. London was enormous. I was hoping Colton was right, and we’d have time to see some of it. Being late hadn’t helped. Most of our pre-games training was at a gym in the northwest corner of the Olympic village. The official gymnastics events were at the O2 Arena along the Thames, a ten-minute drive south of the Olympic Stadium and the village. Most of the events were in and around the stadium, but a few, like gymnastics, were in other locations.

“I wasn’t too obvious, was I?” Colton asked.

I had been watching the scenery out the window, but I smirked and turned to say, “You could’ve grinded against me a little.” I raised my eyebrows as Colton laughed. “And it was obvious to me, but I’m not sure what Luke thought about it.”

“Hey, I was just trying to do y’all a favor. His coach wasn’t around. Just trying to spread a little cum in the water.”

“I think you mean chum,” I corrected. “And I don’t need help.”

“Chum gets sharks. Cum gets gay boys.”

I laughed. “So you’re the expert in getting gay boys?”

He coyly answered, “Maybe?”

I practically jumped from my seat. “He’s still texting you then?!”

Colton couldn’t contain his excitement anymore and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Almost every day now.”

I tried to keep my squeak at low volume since there were a few other people on the shuttle. Thankfully, not the rest of the team, so we could talk a little more freely.

“Well, any new developments?”

“It’s mostly been a lot of howdies and heys and what we’ve been up to, but I told him I couldn’t wait to hang out again and he sent me a heart emoji!”

“Oh, that’s so sweet.”

Last year, I got a part-time job with the NFL’s Tampa Bay Thunder as an assistant to the team’s physiotherapist. I worked with most of the guys on the team, keeping them flexible, helping to increase their speed and strength, and also rehabilitating any injured athletes. One such athlete, Zephryus Jones, had recognized me from the Olympics and we became friends over the few months we worked together. Colton, a huge football fan, had been begging me for months to let him visit so he could meet some players, and the day I finally relented, I was working with Zephyrus.

I could see their connection almost instantly, and I practically slapped myself for not noticing Zephyrus was gay before then. A part of me felt slighted he hadn’t hit on me, but I was happy for Colton, and in the private moments I had with Zephyrus, it was clear he was happy to have met Colton.

“Anything more risqué?” I asked.