His phone buzzed in his hand, startling him so much he almost dropped it. He glanced at it, and he had to grin at the text from Caleb.
Can we go home yet?
Please. I’ll meet you at transport
Leaving this early, they might have a chance of beating a lot of the crowd of athletes, although he knew they’d have a wait ahead of them.
It took for-fucking ever, and he never saw Caleb at the transport area, but after a lot of texts, they came together outside the dorm, ducking their fellow athletes and making their way to the room they’d been lucky enough to share for this idyllic almost week.
They laughed as they tumbled through the door, immediately kissing and groping and stumbling to the bathroom.
Hawk let himself strip Caleb down and shower with him before they moved right to the bed and went wild together, hands and mouths moving on damp skin. He fucked Caleb’s mouth and then fucked him into the mattress, and neither one of them let the words escape that Hawk wanted to, at least.
Not even a little.
In the quiet hour, just before dawn, Caleb sighed, turning to face him and kissing his shoulder.
“Jamie’s roommate will be in this afternoon.”
“Yeah. Prelims start for us in a few days, but hardcore training and practicing starts now.” Hawk stared at the ceiling, fingers skating over Caleb’s arm.
“And I’ll be moving to another set of rooms closer to the venue…”
They lay there silent for a while after that, until Hawk finally chuckled, even though it tore his throat out to do it. Jesus, what was wrong with him?
“So what we’re saying is this is it, huh?”
“Looks like it.” Calen rose up to look into his eyes, green gaze sad. “I really like you, Hawk. Like way more than I should in like, five days.”
“I get that. I feel the same way.”
“And if it was?—”
“Hey.” He was the older one here, right? Supposedly more experienced, though he knew that wassonot true. “I get it. We’re both at the start of our careers. Both chasing other stuff. Trying to keep this going would be anightmare.”
“It would.” Caleb grinned, some of his natural good nature reasserting itself. “And we don’t want that.”
“Nope.” He cupped Caleb’s cheek and chin in one hand, then pulled him up for a kiss, letting Caleb feel everything he didn’t have the words for. “One more for the road?”
“Mmmm.” Caleb slid one hand down his belly to wrap around his cock, then bent forward to bite his nipple, making him yelp. “No time to waste.”
When Hawk had slippedout of the room, leaving Caleb asleep and carrying overnight bag, he felt like a coward.
He probably should have shaken Caleb awake to say goodbye or see you around or something, but he didn’t think he could look into those green eyes and leave.
So he’d gone back to his own room, dealing with the happy chirping from his roommate and settling in to play hockey.
Which they’d done.
Badly.
So badly, in fact, that he’d opted for an early flight home along with a good many of his team. The men’s halfpipe medals had been awarded days ago, but he hadn’t been able to see it, and Caleb had come in a distant fourth.
His team had gone out in the quarterfinals, and now he was back on home ice and trying to get his shit together and get his head in the game.
Hawk knew it was bad, in fact, because while Colorado had won their first game after the Olympic break, his coach had still called him out for a chat after the match, when everyone else was in the showers and he was still in his stall, staring at the skates he had yet to takeoff.
“Get your damn gear off and come talk to me,” Coach Hendricks told him.