Page 154 of The Forever Vault

We headed over to the rings. The shorter of us - me, Orion, Inácio and the two Japanese gymnasts, Hiruto and Riku, needed a boost up. That’s why Luke had followed me. In less formal competitions, we’d sometimes help each other out, but at the Olympics, your coach helped you up.

The other three were tall enough to reach the rings on their own: Etienne, the French prick who I swore not to like; Alessandro, the tattooed Italian hunk who I swore not to stare at; and Ihsan Kılıç, the biggest threat for me and O on the rings. He was in line in front of me, only a few inches away, and it was hard not to notice his shoulders were a few inches broader than mine. He also smelled like a mix of orange and jasmine.

Are all gymnasts drop-dead gorgeous?

“Bonjour, Camden. Save some gold for the rest of us, eh?”

I turned my head to see Etienne’s lop-sided smile.

No, not all gymnasts are drop-dead gorgeous.

“Hey Etienne, just doing my best.”

That earned a laugh from him. I hated to admit he didn’t seem as annoying as the last time I’d seen him, but I still didn’t find him good-looking.

When Alessandro was done, Ihsan had hopped up to the rings. It was easy to see why he had placed first in qualifications. His movements were smooth and he had the strength for perfectly still holds. It was hard to imagine the scores being close.

I still wasn’t used to the idea of me being skilled on rings either. I had qualified for the event on my own, without a Preston drop-out. It wasn’t a strong event for me at the start of my career, but the longer a gymnast competed at this level, the more mass was gained. One didn’t work out as much as I did without gains.

“You’re up, golden boy,” Ihsan said a few minutes later.

His ass slap stunned me a little, though I knew I was reading into it. It wasn’t sexual to most men.

I am not most men.

“Do you need a pick-up? Hello? Camden?”

I turned to see Ihsan’s smile, inches from my face. He was pointing to the rings. I hadn’t noticed Luke wasn’t with me. “Sure. Thank you.”

I barely remembered to chalk up before his hands were on me. His fingers squeezing my quads were definitely distracting, but he was holding on until I got a solid grip.

“I’m good.”

The pressure was gone, but I could feel the heat resonating through me. These Olympics really needed to be over, so Luke and I could go back to our regularly scheduled fucking. I felt like a goddamn bunny rabbit in heat.

I’d also forgotten what juggling a schedule like this was like. I hadn’t thought I’d be the one juggling it all. Too busy to fuck and super horny because of the testosterone-fueled competitions pumping my body full of endorphins. Lessons I had to learn all on my own.

I barely did anything on the rings before I landed a pretty good dismount, then it was straight over to Luke.

“You left me,” I said.

“It was good for you to talk to the other athletes. Both for the cameras and for your…development.”

“The only development I had-”, I leaned in to whisper, “-was the erection caused by someone else’s hands on my body.”

“Which one?” he asked, pretending he was fine with it.

“Ihsan.”

“Very handsome. I hope you enjoyed it.”

“You’re not jealous?”

“Babe, you ain’t leaving me at this point because I’m the only one who knows how to satisfy you when you get like this.” His finger traced my jawline and ended on my lips, to which he gently added a kiss. “Now, be a good boy and get two more medals today, and you can give me as many loads as you want tonight. You pick the holes.”

I immediately sat down, grabbing my jacket to cover up my reaction. “You are a jackass.”

“Sorry, not sorry, but you’re the one that tried to get a rise out of me first,” Luke said, taking the seat next to me. “You ready?”