“Yeah? That would save some time. Do a little multi-tasking.” His cock was thinking that sounded like a fantastic idea.
“That sounds way more boring than what I have in mind…” Hawk’s sideways glance scorched him to his toes.
“Well, you know me. I don’t do boring.” He leaned just slightly, letting them press together.
“I know.” Hawk’s voice deepened, taking on some gravel.
“Yeah. So, we’ll order food for delivery, huh?” He wasn’t leaving the room again until he had to go tomorrow to line up for the opening ceremonies.
“I think that’s a good idea. Let me take care of you.”
Fuck. That sounded like the best kind of fantasy come true and, while it was definitely dangerous to his self-preservation, Caleb couldn’t resist.
“I’m all over that, babe,” he murmured, just loud enough for Hawk to hear.
Just under an hour later, Caleb stretched out face down on the bed with towels protecting the sheets, naked as the day he was born, with Hawk kneeling between his spread legs, rubbing his back and shoulders with warmed oil.
“Heaven,” Caleb whispered, feeling a little delirious.
“Agreed.” Hawk’s hands slid down to his ass to dig in deep, then worked down each leg from thigh to toes.
Hawk paused on the ankle he’d tweaked during practice, though, skating those long fingers over his skin. “You’re a little bruised and swollen here.”
He raised up to look at Hawk over his shoulder. “I’ll ice it when we’re done. And I’ll have Mark look at it in the morning before we go to the opening.” Mark was one of the trainers assigned to the snowboard competitors on Team USA.
“Okay, cool. I just don’t want you to let it go and really get hurt.”
“I won’t.” How bad could it be? Caleb was young, and he’d never injured his ankles. He was good to go.
“Mmmkay.” Hawk worked his way back up to just below his ass, then slid to one side to help him flip over so they could look at each other as the rubdown continued. “Any other sore spots?” Hawk’s grin was way more sexual now than it hadbeen. His hands were still gentle, though. This guy was a caretaker, Caleb could tell.
“I can think of several.” He watched Hawk for a few minutes, the big hands working oil into his skin. Then he sighed. “So how do you want to work tomorrow. I mean, we have the room one more night…”
“You don’t want to hang out and party at the opening?”
“Do you?”Please say no.
Hawk shrugged, appearing ever so casual. “I’m not much of a partier. Andwe do have the room until the next day…”
Caleb nodded, meeting that silvery gaze. “So, we each walk with our own folks, meet up, and come back here?” He knew he would love the opening ceremonies, but he would rather spend the rest of the night with Hawk than he would stand out in the cold and exhaust himself. He’d done that too many times at competitions.
God, he was an old man at twenty-one.
“It’s a date.A deal. It’s a deal.” Hawk looked as panicky as he felt, he thought.
“Good.” He put his head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling as Hawk worked up to his cock, slick hands really digging in to give him a happy.
He wasn’t sure what he wanted to see in Hawk’s eyes, so he didn’t look anymore.
But he had a feeling Hawk didn’t want their time to end any more than he did.
Six
Hawk stood with a bunch of his hockey teammates, watching the fireworks go off at the end of the official opening ceremonies.
His chest felt too tight, and his jaw hurt from clenching it, because it had been an emotional rollercoaster from the grand entry to the dancing and singing and lights, and just being with the hockey crew, male and female, all day.
But now that the afterparty was about to start, exhaustion was kicking in, and all he wanted was to go find Caleb and get back to the room for one last night and?—