Page 85 of Dickathlon

“Oh, sorry.” He stopped and I pulled it off of him.

“Now, strip.”

“Yes, sir!” He kicked off his flip-flops and was naked in seconds.

“You’re gettin’ really good at that, babe.”

“Faster I’m naked, faster we’re fucking around.”

“Not quite yet,” I said, and took my clothes off as well. Making my way into the bathroom, I grabbed the other robe from the door and put it on. I slipped on the slippers on the floor and carried the other pair out to Ty. “You can put the robe back on, and here are your slippers.”

Ty took them. “We’re going somewhere?”

“Yup. Time to relax.”

He followed me down the hall, back through the lobby. We made our way outside and around the pool. I noticed more than a few sets of eyes on us. I saw Ty glance around at the muscular bodies in and around the pool. I stopped to open the door to the spa and felt him stumble into my back.

“Sorry.”

“Admiring the scenery?”

“Just a little intimidated.”

“I don’t believe that. You’ve practically grown up in a locker room.” That wasn’t it though. It was because of the accident. The damn scar. His confidence in his body. I should’ve known. “If you don’t want to stay here, we can go somewhere else, babe.”

“No, it’s fine. Massages, I’m guessing?”

I nodded. “That okay?”

“God, yes. I need this. Thank you so much.” He stood up on tiptoe to kiss me. “Couples massage?”

“Yeah, we should be in the same room.”

“Good. We can both pop tents together.”

I shook my head. “Keep it professional, Ty.”

“I’m just joking.” He pushed at me. “Kind of.”

“Mr. Moore? Mr. Hale?” A tall, tattooed Zayn Malik look-alike entered the lounge.

“That’s us,” I replied. “I’m Declan Moore. This is Tyler Hale.”

“I’m Dom. I’ll be working with you, Mr. Moore.”

“You can call me, Declan.” I felt an elbow in my ribs. Ty was jealous. I knew how he felt when essentially Travis Fimmel walked into the room and went straight to Ty.

“Tyler, I’m Evan. I’ll be taking care of you today. You can both follow us. We’ll show you to your room.”

Dom and Evan walked down a darkened hallway. Ty followed, but not before turning to me to say, “Easy, killer.”

I went to grab his dick through his robe. “Don’t be a smartass or I’ll punish you.”

“Not sure that qualifies.”

There were two tables in a dimly lit room that smelled vaguely like jasmine. Low music played with sounds of the waves at the beach. It was calming.

“So, Declan, you’ll be here. Ty, you’re there.” Dom gestured to the other table. “You can hang your robes and leave the slippers here. We’ll start facedown with both of you. Feel free to drape the sheet over you if you’re more comfortable that way.”