Page 61 of Floored By Love

It was so sweet that he teared up at the medal ceremony. Something like that never happened to me. I was excited whenever I won, but never that emotional about it. I knew I didn’t want to delve too deeply into the reasons for it. Instead, I enjoyed waking up slowly and Cassandra giving me the day off from pounding on my bedroom door.

Eventually, I put my phone back on the charger and flipped the covers back. Heading to the bathroom, I turned the shower on before taking a piss. The steam rising from the shower called my name as I shook the last few drops from the head of my dick. I pulled the glass door open and stepped under the hot stream of water.

There was nothing quite like a hot shower after a gold medal. It somehow felt better. Everything did. I smiled to myself and finished rinsing off the soap.

Today was going to be a good day.

Cassandra had a big breakfast waiting for me. She must’ve heard the shower.

“Hey, thought you could use a pleasant surprise. I made your favorite. Chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Wow. Thank you.”

“I thought you deserved to sleep in, especially after getting back so late. But you have a live interview with Robin Roberts and George Stephanopoulos on Good Morning America this afternoon.”

I nodded. “Just me?”

“Just you. They’ve sent over the outline and the questions,” she said, sliding a small packet towards me.

“Thanks. I’ll check it out.”

“It’ll be a piece of cake. There’s also a short meeting and training session today. Hopefully, you remembered?”

I nodded again since my mouth was full of syrup and chocolate and cooked-to-perfection batter. I swallowed. “These pancakes are delicious. Thanks again.”

“You’re welcome, but don’t stuff yourself. Training starts in two hours. And take whatever you want to wear for the interview with you. They might just want your Team USA jacket, but who knows? We probably won't have time to come back.”

“Hey, gold medalist! Any hunky men carry you onto a stage lately?” O greeted me with a fist bump and a big smile. He was lounging on the mat by the parallel bars.

“Why, O? Are you volunteering?”

“I think I could lift you, but not like that guy. He was built.”

“Was Alex traumatized?”

“Nope, he had fun. He said it was interesting to watch all of us interact with the dancers. I don’t know if you noticed, but the bartender gave Alex a necklace last night.”

“Like a gift?”

“It had a sign on it that said ‘Breeder.’ He thought it was hilarious. He’s happy being our token straight.”

“That’s hysterical. Did they let him-”

“Keep it?”

“Alex!” I turned to see him swagger up. He was wearing the necklace. “You got to keep it! I’m glad you had such a good time.”

“Eh, it was okay. I got a lot of attention, though. Apparently gay guys like to try to convert straight guys? It was a big self-esteem boost, and I didn’t have to pay for a single drink.”

Cam and Colton entered the gym. Cam looked a little worse for wear.

“You okay Cam?” Alex asked.

“He’s still recovering from his one-man drinking competition last night,” Colton answered for him.

“I did not hear that,” Woodward said.

“Sorry, Coach.”