Page 149 of Dickathlon

I found him. We made eye contact and I watched as he blew me a kiss. I caught it, pressed it against my mouth, and fired one back.

“Here’s your phone,” Yuri said, holding it out.

I had texts from my parents, Ty, Freddie and a few others. I responded to everyone and then checked Ty’s.

Tyler: I’m so proud of you.

Tyler: Can I see you tonight?

Declan: Of course. Dinner?

“Don’t stay out too late, my friend. You have a big day tomorrow.”

“No worries, Yuri,” Asher chimed in, putting his arm around me. “I’ll make sure he’s in bed on time.”

Tyler: Tell Asher to remove his arm from your person.

I laughed, glancing up at Ty. “You’re making Ty jealous, Asher.”

“Does that mean you want me to keep doing it or stop?”

“I’m not sure Ty getting arrested for jumping onto the field would be ideal.”

“Isn’t that allowed sometimes?”

“Only after winning a medal.”

“Ah, okay. Message received,” Asher said, pulling his arm away.

Declan: Meet you at the village? We’re gonna clean up there.

* * *

“I’m not sure if I’ll be doing this again,” I blurted. I hadn’t meant to wax philosophical. I wanted to keep dinner flirty and light, but my mind was all over the place.

“And the night before finals is the best time to decide?” Ty asked, raising his eyebrows. It crinkled his forehead in the most adorable way.

“I know.” I shrugged, putting down my fork. I had finished my meal anyway. “You’re going to eat ice cream again in front of me, aren’t you?”

We were back at the village in one of the dining halls. The usual one. I had to keep the routine.

“No, I can wait until you’re gone.” He smirked, then continued, “As for the future, I think you should just enjoy the crap out of tomorrow and focus on that. And after you win the gold medal, and after we fuck like bunnies, then we can talk about where we go from here. That is, when we get back to LA.”

“I can do that.” I reached across the table to grab his hand. “Thanks for keeping me grounded.”

“Someone’s got to. Especially with a package like yours.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The girls behind me wouldn’t stop talking about your dick.”

I could feel my eyebrows curl without even meaning it to. “And what do they know about my dick?”

“Apparently, they were looking at slow motion videos of track athletes. You have the biggest junk according to certain spectators.”

The glory of being a world-class athlete at the Olympics. All my athletic accomplishments in my past and I was reduced to a bulge. “What’s the website?” I asked.

“How would I know?”