Page 26 of The Forever Vault

Well, Coach did insinuate that I was a leader.

But in the end, I didn’t mind. I was a social butterfly anyway, and even though it felt like I hadn’t stopped talking all day, I was used to it. Typical extrovert shit. I was made for it. It was my life now, and I could handle it.

“Do you think we’ll win the gold this year?”

“You’re not supposed to talk about it, Ezra!”

I was brought back to the moment. Showering with the team. Apparently, I had matured. I wasn’t focused on their bodies as much as I had in Olympics past. I mean, we’re all elite gymnasts. It’s no surprise we look like fitness cover models. But I had a sneaking suspicion it was more likely because I was completely in love and attached at the hip to one of my very own.

“Well, this is my first Olympics! I didn’t realize there were rules.”

Unlike the partitioned showers of the past, we were together in an elongated room with shower heads along three of the walls. Ezra and Orion were next to each other, I stood across from them, and Miles was keeping to himself a little farther down, though it didn’t seem like he had a reason to be shy.

“I’m only semi-teasing.”

“That’s not the only semi, I see.” Ezra motioned to Orion’s prick.

Silly Ezra, O’s dick is flaccid. It’s just that big.

“You sure you want to check out my junk? If I tell Austin, I’m not sure you’ll be competing later.”

That seemed to shut Ezra up, though I knew O’s threat was a joke.

“Jeez, Luke. Were we this into scoping out dicks when we were young?”

“First of all, ouch. I am still young. Second, yes, we were that into dicks when we were as immature and horny as poor Ezra over there.”

That earned a grin from Miles. It appeared that ganging up on Ezra was becoming an important team-bonding ritual.

“I am not horny!”

“I don’t know. Your dick says otherwise.”

“Miles!” Ezra cried in mock-outrage, though he cupped his dick with his hand and turned away from us.

“See, Luke. I told you it was a youth thing. Now, Miles is dick-watching too.”

I laughed and faced the stream to finish rinsing the soap off. “You guys are going to have to behave at dinner.”

At least everyone will be clothed.

The five of us - me, O, Austin, Ezra, and Miles - were waiting for our UberX outside of the village. We were likely to be recognized, but to mitigate that, we were all dressed in street clothes. Austin and O were holding hands and whispering. Miles had his hands in his pockets - he kept pulling one out to glance at his phone - and Ezra was like a puppy, excited to be going out. It could also be that he was meeting Cam or Zeph. It was hard to tell.

Cam and Colton had picked out an Italian bistro close to downtown. Before we left, I made sure they had phoned ahead, since there were eight of us. Just as our ride was pulling up, my phone rang. It was Ty. I answered as I settled into the third seat, next to Ezra.

“Hey there, I was meaning to call you. How’s everything going with the wedding?”

“I should be asking you. You’re the best man.”

“Hey, I’m in charge of the rings, not the wedding.”

“Is that Coach Ty?!” O yelled, turning his head towards me.

“Cock rings?” Ezra asked.

“Are you with all the guys?” I heard Ty ask, as I blocked my other ear with my finger.

“Yeah, we’re in a car on our way to dinner. Meeting Cam, Colton and Zeph.”