Page 78 of Floored By Love

Not gonna lie. I was mad, though I knew I had no right to be. I knew there was something more between them. I was even angrier at myself for letting Cam go. If he were with me, he would never have even given Colton a second glance. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration because I certainly had glanced at Colton more than once. Even so, I didn’t enjoy thinking of someone else touching Cam.

Say something.

“Sorry, Cam. It’s hard for me to hear that. I don’t like thinking of you touching another guy like that, but we weren’t together. Some part of me is happy you made a friend, and another part of me wants to go find Colton and beat him up.”

Cam smiled.

He doesn’t deserve that. He’s moved on.

“Oh?”

Longer story. I’ll tell you later when I don’t have to write it out.

“It’ll be easier when you get your phone back. Or when you can talk. I can’t be that mad though, not that he and I did anything…” I couldn’t help but see the panic in Cam’s face. “But I thought I’d let you know that I kind of gave Ty a sort of…sex lesson.”

Cam’s eyes bugged out.

“We did not have sex. It was more like a tutoring session. He wasn’t super confident in the beginning with Declan, so during one of my visits to California, he asked me for advice. About sex. I know it sounds weird, but it felt wrong to keep it from you.”

Were you naked?

“For part of it.”

Okay, so which part?

“He was curious about my foreskin. At that point, he wasn’t sure if Declan was uncut or not.”

He could have googled it.

“I know. I didn’t think anything of it, honestly. He asked, so I showed him.”

What happened after that?

“With clothes on, I used produce to demonstrate a handful of sexual techniques.”

Seriously?

I laughed and nodded. “Ty said he felt like using our own dicks was crossing the line of friendship.”

Cam nodded in agreement.

There’s plenty of gay porn on the internet. Why didn’t he just watch that?

“Trust me. He did. He just wanted advice from a friend. That’s all.”

“Alright, boys, we’ve got your room keys,” Coach said, returning, and handed each of us a card. “Don’t lose these. I have three for the other guys, and Noah is keeping an extra one. You’re in the same wing as us, but a few rooms down.”

“Holy shit!”

“Language, Lucas,” Coach admonished.

“Well, it’s hard not to swear when we have a view of the O2 and a hot tub! How are we affording this?” I said, standing near the door to the balcony, looking across the river where we’d been competing the last few days.

“Well, it’s as if there aren’t many options, you know, with the Olympics happening literally right now. Oh, and also one of America’s strongest gymnasts, the all around-silver medalist, was just injured in a dormitory fire, so perhaps USA Gymnastics wants to take care of the team so there’s a higher likelihood of more medals. Maybe something like that?” Noah suggested.

“And London officials are covering half the cost because of the fire,” Coach added.

“How many athletes are still staying in the dorms?” I asked.