Page 6 of Dickathlon

“So I came at the right time?”

“That’s what he said,” I countered. “Well, it's what he would say, if he were dating me.”

“Wow.” Luke stopped walking. “You’re really hung up on him. I would’ve thought easy breezy Ty would’ve just fucked ten strangers by now.”

Wow. “What do you think I am? A giant slut?”

We started walking again, exiting the airport and heading for my car.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I know you didn’t, but maybe you can help. Quinn’s almost given up. I’m just not super comfortable with anyone I talk to. It’s like Declan noticed me, out of all the athletes there. I felt special. Here, I just feel like a piece of meat.”

“Well, you still look damn tasty.”

Inviting him here was the right decision; he was already sounding more like himself. I turned the key in the ignition and headed to the apartment.

“So, what’s the plan? We didn’t really make any. You mentioned the zoo. Or zoos, I guess.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on heading down to my parents until closer to Christmas, so we can hang at my place for now. If you want, we can head up to San Francisco too, but I’m down for whatever, bro.”

“I’m kind of tired for now.” Luke yawned, stretching his arms above his head in the car. “Mind if we get takeout tonight and just relax at your place?”

“No problemo.”

Quinn was giving us the apartment to ourselves for a night. I had asked her a few days ago. She understood. I wasn’t sure exactly what headspace Luke was in, but I knew he’d be more open with just me there.

We ordered Chinese delivery for dinner. Luke said he could wait another day for In-N-Out Burger.

While Luke showered, I relaxed on the couch. He said he loved traveling, but always felt dirty after flying. It was the same for me, so I played on my phone, trying not to open Declan's profile on Insta. I succeeded only because one of my favorite artists posted a new page from their erotic comic.

In addition to me liking real life male bodies, I recently discovered I also liked hand-drawn ones as well. And some of the artists I followed drew some pretty kinky stuff. Like, stuff I had never even imagined before. My current obsession was an artist known for his superhero comics. He couldn’t exactly copy Captain America or Thor, but the resemblance was clear enough. And fuck if they didn’t make me hard and leaky every time.

“Whoa, that’s a huge cock.”

Shit. I threw my phone across the couch. “Didn’t hear you come in.”

“Well, I wasn’t quiet about it. Must’ve been a nice pic.” Luke jutted his chin at me as he sat on the other end of the couch.

“What?”

“Either that’s your hard dick, or you’ve got a really big pencil at an uncomfortable angle in your pants.”

I laughed a little as I shoved my hand down there to scoop everything in a less obvious direction. “That better?”

“Whoo.” He fanned himself. “Now, I can function again.”

My eyeroll was interrupted by a knock at the door.

After tipping the delivery guy, Luke and I loaded up our plates in the kitchen and headed back to the couch.

“What do you want to watch?”

“Something mindless.”

“Oh, I have the perfect thing. It’s a new reality show on Netflix.”

“A dating show?”