the high bar final tomorrow, he’d have punched the wall.
Tony-> WTF, Andrei?
Andrei-> Lodge a protest. Insist that I should be with you on the floor tomorrow as your personal coach.
Tony jabbed his phone so hard he was surprised the screen didn’t crack.
Tony-> Are you fucking kidding me? Just for the record—you’re fired.
He turned the phone off and tossed it on the nightstand. And I hope they nail his ass to the wall in that review.
Still shirtless, he yanked his door open and nearly ran into Sol, who stood with his hand raised as if he was about to knock. “Solly. You’re back.”
Sol’s gaze traveled down Tony’s chest and he licked his lips. “I am. And in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve got the only single in the suite.” Grabbing Tony’s elbow, Sol towed him down the hall to his room and shut the door behind them. He led Tony to the bed and pushed him down to sit on its edge, then sauntered back as he loosened his tie.
“Observe me locking the door,” Sol said, flipping the handle. He flung the tie aside and shed his blazer. “Observe me removing my clothes.”
Tony grinned at him and leaned back on his elbows, his cock tenting his shorts. “Observe me observing.”
Sol stripped off his shirt, baring that gorgeous golden skin, then shucked off his pants, leaving them in a puddle on the floor. Gloriously naked, he stood over Tony. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
Tony levered himself up on one elbow. “Just enjoying the show.” But he paused with his thumbs under his waistband and nodded at the door. “The rest of the guys are bound to be here soon, you know.”
“I don’t care. As you pointed out, they all know about us anyway. We both won medals at the freaking Olympics, Tony, but this is the reward I really want.”
“Well, then…” Tony peeled off shorts and lay back. “Come and claim it.”
Sol knelt on the end of the bed and then crawled up Tony’s body, dropping kisses on knee, thigh, hipbone, abs, and leaving fire in his wake. He lowered himself onto Tony, fitting their bodies together, their hard cocks lined up next to one another in a slide of iron and velvet. “God, I’ve wanted to do this every minute since before we left Colorado. The Ashvili-Thomas. Only naked.”
Tony groaned. “You’re killing me, Solly. Give me your mouth.”
So Sol did, and Tony devoured him in a kiss that went on for days, yet not nearly long enough. When they finally had to gasp for air, Sol undulated his hips—God, gymnastics core muscles weren’t only good for competition—and licked a path from Tony’s jaw to his clavicle. “Mmmm. Sweat and chalk. Gymnastics hors d’oeuvres.”
Tony laughed, gripping Sol’s hips so he didn’t bounce off. Because that would be a crime. “Good thing you’re planning to be a biochemist instead of a restaurateur, because that will never catch on. Besides, I’ve showered since competition. Twice.”
“Shhh.” Sol hummed against his throat, sending the vibration all the way to Tony’s cock. “I’m visualizing.” He trailed open-mouthed kisses down Tony’s chest, and it took every ounce of Tony’s self-control to hold still as Sol traced the sun tattoo with his tongue. “Eddie’s going to get an Olympic tattoo. Are you finally going to add the rings to your ink?”
“I might.” Tony clenched his teeth to keep his moan in. “Are you?”
“Maybe.” He kissed the center of the sun’s smiling face. “Are you ever going to tell me what this is for?”
Tony gripped Sol’s hair and raised his head. “It’s the sun.”
“Yeah. That’s obvious.”
“And what is our sun called?”
“Other than the sun?”
Tony laughed, shaking his head. “It’s Sol, you dope.”
Sol pushed himself to his haunches, straddling Tony’s hips, and stared down at him, jaw sagging. “You mean—”
“Yeah.” Tony ran his hands up Sol’s thighs. “I wanted you with me. Every day. Everywhere.”
“So when you touch your chest before each event—”
“I’m reminding myself who’s important. Who inspires me.” He laced his fingers with Sol’s and drew him down. “Who I love.”
Sol’s belly did some kind of weird roll that would never make it into the Code of Points. “You do?”
“Of course.” Tony kissed him, soft at first, then more insistent, with tongues and breath and teeth. “I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I needed to prove that I was good enough for you.”
Sol glowered at him. “Are you kidding me? I’m the one who needs to measure up to you.”
“That’s not so.” Tony cupped Sol’s face with one