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The phone buzzed again.

He rolled across the bed and snatched it up.

@Riley: what do you want nerd

Louis took a long time to reply. Oh, just looking around. Weighing my options

Riley made a derisive noise. What options?

Yes, they do seem fairly limited don’t they

A long, long pause, during which Riley guessed Louis was doing exactly the same mental calculation he was. Then:

@Louis: Soooo…

No way, Riley replied.

You have something better to do?

I don’t hook up with rude little dweebs

Rude? The shocked cat face. Moi?

I remember you. Olympics. You could’ve said. You didn’t have to stand there watching me dig myself into a hole yesterday.

Ahhh. The sideways smirking face. I suppose you’re right.

A long pause with nothing. Then:

So it’s a no?

Riley scoffed. Yeah, it’s a no.

Are you sure? I’m VERY good.

Seems like if that was true I would’ve remembered you.

That must’ve stung, because Louis didn’t send anything back. Riley congratulated himself on his sick burn, and was about to put the phone down, when:

You don’t even wanna see a picture?

He paused.

Just so you have all the data points. So you can make an informed decision.

Riley chewed his lip. Fine.

It came through a moment later and Riley full-screened it. Dammit. It was a pretty nice cock. He checked the time again. One hour and forty-seven minutes til dinner…

Louis knocked on the door ten minutes later, and when Riley opened it, he was smirking.

“Et voilà!” He did a little flourish and gestured at his crotch. “French cuisine, at your door.”

“Get inside,” Riley growled, “before someone sees you.”

“What are you worried about?” He flounced over the threshold. “We don’t have to keep this a secret, everyone knows you’re gay.”

“Hooking up at a team retreat while we’re supposed to be focused on training is dumb. If we get caught–”