Page 152 of The Forever Vault

Cam hadn’t told Zane about the app, so they seemed to be their normal selves with each other. After his vomitous reunion with his coach two days ago, he certainly didn’t need another strike against him.

“You have a soft spot for him, don’t you?” I asked. We were far from the others, at the back of the locker room.

“Of course, you said it yourself. He’s a puppy. Who doesn’t like puppies?”

I shrugged. It was a sensible argument.

“Are you jealous?” Cam asked, pulling his jeans off.

“No, of course not. I know you would never cheat on me. It just…made me see you in a different way. It’s nothing. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Well, that’s the magic phrase that means we keep talking,” Cam said. “Get over here.” He pulled me around the bench he was sitting on, so I was facing him, standing in between his legs. He stood up, pushing me against the lockers, his arms under mine on both sides of my torso. I raised my hands, instinctively, to his shoulders, but my left arm was not ready.

“Fuck.”

“You okay?”

I nodded. “Forgot about the arm for a second.”

“Sorry, that’s probably my fault. I pushed you against the locker and-” Cam made a move to leave, but I held him with my good arm.

“Stay. I’m fine now.” My eyes met his, and he brought his body back to press against mine.

“Well, Mr. Rivera, the floor is yours.”

I swallowed, licked my lips, and glanced down at his, but they were motionless. His eyes drew mine back up.

I took a breath and said, “You used to act that way with Austin years ago, but I hadn’t seen it in a while. Kind of like a big brother. Then with Johan the other day, I saw how you interacted with him and I almost melted into a puddle. Ty and Declan were there too, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they had talked about having kids. It’s rude to ask other people, but Ty comes from a big family, so I-”

“You want kids?” Cam asked.

“Well, I think at least one, and I’m not putting pressure on you. We don’t need to decide anything right now; we can talk about this another time. I just see you in these moments and they make me think you’d be a really good dad.”

I wondered if I had said too much. We had never had the kid talk and I don’t what made me think now was the right fucking time.

“I would love to have kids with you,” Cam said. “We can talk about logistics later, maybe in a year or two, but I think you’d be a great dad, too. Our kids would be very lucky.”

I pressed my lips against his and they opened for my tongue. He groaned as the kiss deepened, moving his hands down to my hips. I leaned into his body with mine. When his hand reached under my shirt, I flinched as his fingertips made contact with my stomach. I remembered he was just wearing briefs, so I snuck down there to get a handful of cheek. He rewarded me with another groan and exposed his throat, tilting his head back.

“I’m gonna give you a hickey if you present your neck like that.”

“Don’t care.” His head came back down and he leaned in to whisper, “I wanna fuck so bad right now.”

“Take that energy and channel it, handsome.”

“Oh, I’ll take something, alright.” Cam’s hands grabbed my ass and squeezed. “If by use it, you mean obliterate and fill with cum. Can do, coach.” He mock-saluted me.

“Use it on the podium, then you can fuck me.”

“Ten minutes, guys. Start screwing now or Cam will be late for the Olympics.” Woodward added stress and volume on the last word.

Cam and I chuckled as we disentangled ourselves from each other. I turned to reach into Cam’s locker, grabbing my purple jockstrap to hold out for him. “Here you are, sir.”

“Why thank you.”

I watched as Cam dropped his briefs, and sure enough, Cam’s almost daily gift to me was hard as a rock. “Did I do that?”

Cam swatted my hand away, bending to pull on the jock. “You know you did. I don’t know why we thought you as my coach was a good idea. I don’t think I’ll get extra points for keeping an erection through an entire routine.”