Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

The Art Part Two

I am so proud of Nash he's on every news station, the hero of the American team. Taylor is seen as the weak link who put them behind because that's what he is.

Everyone wants to interview Nash after that win. His eyes are bright with excitement as he interviews with the one of the broadcasters for the channel covering the olympics.

He stops to take pictures with fans who notice him and he finally makes it to Chad and I and he hugs us tightly.

I stand close by for the medal ceremony and I take photos of Nash receiving his second gold metal of the week.

By the time we make it back to Nash's room it's close to midnight and Nash is determined to be up at 3am to warm up.

After he showers, Nash is massaging his muscles.

"Sore, hm?" I comment and Nash nods.

"If fucking Taylor hadn't slacked off maybe I wouldn't have had to work so hard," Nash says but he has a smile on his face. He likes being the one that won them the medal.

I reach in my bag and get some oil, I always carry in my bag for my achy leg.

"Lie down on your stomach," I tell him and Nash does as he's told. I start to massage his shoulders slowly working the oil into his skin. By the time I finish, Nash is breathing deeply, he's fallen into a relaxed sleep. I lean down and kiss his shoulders gently, it's getting harder to resist him.

I slide under the covers and fall asleep not too long after Nash.

The next morning everyone is still talking about the relay race. When we arrive at the water arena, Taylor is there warming up. Nash smirks and glances at me. I feel like telling Taylor it's too little, too late. But he's delusional, I don't understand how he can be here.

I help Nash stretch again and when he jumps in the pool I watch him from my spot as he swims slow laps.

I know he's probably still sore from last night, but he's still so far above anyone else.

400 M freestyle, is his best event easily. I'm sure he'll breeze through it but still, I can't help but have a nervous ball in the pit of my stomach.

There's no competition, Nash is clearly the winner. With each win Taylor becomes increasingly demoralized. I'm with Nash in the cool down pool, I haven't been swimming in a long time. Nash stops in the middle of his cool down routine and waves me over.

"Come join me," he says when I reach him and I look down at him with a smile on my face.

"Mmm, I don't have swimming shorts," I tell him.

"Tomorrow then," he says and I can't say no to him. He finishes his cool down and as we're heading to the Olympic Village Nash gets stopped and congratulated multiple times. I know once he's back in the U.S he'll be unstoppable.

When we get to his room I hover at the doorway and he stops and looks at me.

"Come on," he says and I bite my lip.

"Maybe I should sleep in my room tonight," I say and he frowns at me.

"No, fuck that. Why? You're like my good luck charm." He says as he grabs my hand tightly. He tugs on it and pouts at me.

"It's just... I don't know." I hedge out, not really knowing what to say.

He pulls harder on my hand and when I stumble inside he closes the door behind me.

He pushes me against the closed door and we look at each other for a few minutes.

"So last night I said I like you and you didn't really reply, Cameron. Do you like me? Hmm?" He asks me quietly and he leans in and brushes his lips against mine.