It’s the start of a new swim season, and all through the fall, Joshua fought his feelings about Andrew. He just doesn’t get how he managed to get under his skin like this, I mean, their interactions lasted less than a few minutes, and it was nothing more than the initiation that he’s used to dishing out to every new guy. What’s so special about this one?
During the warm-up stretches, Josh can’t help but glance across at him every few seconds, watching as he swivels his arms in big, slow, circular motions. He’s so shy or so lost in his own world that he doesn’t even notice the set of blue eyes glued to him, here and there burning with purple lust and red rage. Coach Corelli counts as everyone completes a full ab crunch, Josh’s eyes pinched closed as he presses his abs into eight hard blocks.
With everyone warmed up and ready to hit the water, the layers of shirts and shorts come off, exposing the team to the breezy autumn air. Speedos lock in every heat-seeking bulge as each swimmer dives into the crisp blue water one by one. As expected, Andrew is the last one to hit the water, and he immediately gasps for air as the cold water floods over his body. Hmmm, he’s actually really ripped for a small guy, and he seems to have a lot to offer in that tight little swimsuit, Josh thinks.
After the three sets of warm-up drills, it’s time to dig deep into the sets that Corelli has commanded. Josh knows he’s going to kill it just like he always does. He can’t wait to see Andrew flake out after the first few vigorous laps. His goal is to overtake him as many times as possible, something that he communicates to Andrew through one, hard look. Josh pushes off the wall and sets the pace, knowing that no-one has ever been able to keep up with him for more than a few hundred yards.
On every turn, he gains a good gap between him and the rest of the squad. Except this time he can feel someone right on his heels, almost clawing at his toes as he kicks. It must be Todd on a power-trip, he thinks. Todd’s the only one who ever even tries to catch him, at least for the first lap of a new set. As he flicks his body over in a rapid flip turn, he pushes off the textured wall for the second lap, and he sees that it’s Andrew behind him! What the fuck is Andrew doing on his heels?
Josh catches a glimpse of Coach Corelli on every breath, seeing his smile widen as the two of them pace along in formation. Alright, time to take it up a notch, he thinks, kicking wildly to create a tsunami wave behind him. But Andrew stays right in his slipstream, keeping out of danger as the other swimmer's gasp and gulp through the tide. All throughout the two-hour session, Andrew manages to keep up, something that has only happened to Josh once in his entire life.
Years ago, when Josh and his family lived on the West Coast, there was one guy who came close to beating him in a race, but it was before Josh had found out he was born with werewolf genes. At that point, he didn’t know how much power he had hiding deep inside of him; a little bit of anger was all it took to overpower any ordinary human. But this time, no matter how much he tried to tap into his feelings, he just couldn’t pull away from Andrew. He tried everything, but the anger just wasn’t strong enough. His feelings were too mixed as if the anger had been washed over with curiosity, attraction, and surprise. No one had ever taken him by surprise before. Sure, there were a couple of girls who had lain waiting bare-breasted for him in his room before, but that had no effect on him. In fact, it was so predictable; it was something that he hated about the girls who chased after him. He is the Alpha, and Alphas are never chased, harassed or hunted down. Alphas are the ones that chase, harass, or hunt down. Girls are so pathetic when they chase alphas, he thinks.
As the cool-down ends, Coach Corelli tells the squad to shower up and head to the hall for dinner, but he tells his two stars to stay in the water. “You boys sure are great together!” he says. Joshua’s stomach growls, but he’s not sure if it’s the hunger or anger talking. Andrew’s pale cheeks are now a rosy red, his sparkly eyes bluer and more alive than ever. He’s like one of those expandable water toys that come alive when they’re wet. Something that’s making Josh’s dick behave in the same way. “You two have got to do some extra training from now on. You’re just too fit and fast just to do the ordinary stuff. So I want to see three more sets of the freestyle intervals from each of you. And then a cool-down. Let’s go!”
Josh slips into his lane, dominating the middle of the pool. They both push off the wall at the same time and take long, deep strokes together. Andrew is unusual – he breathes to the right, while most swimmers always breathe left. This means that every breath Josh takes gives him a giant view of Andrew’s gaping mouth, at least on the odd-numbered laps. Andrew’s lips tilt up slightly with each rhythmic air-suck, something that only the most practiced swimmers know how to do. This guy must have been swimming his whole life, Josh thinks. On the laps back, Josh specifically breathes to his right: one, to feel what it feels like, and two, to see more of this extraordinary human. Andrew’s strokes look so ordinary, and as Josh dips his head a little deeper into the water, he sees that even his torso movements are quite plain. It must be his kick and the gap-less fingers that give him enough resistance to power ahead; this guy sure has practiced his form.
When they’re done they make their way to the steel ladder on the side of the pool, Josh letting Andrew get out ahead of him. The view of him bouncing upwards as he pulls himself out of the pool makes him throb, but he needs to contain himself in case he gets hard again. There’s not much to hide in a speedo; even the slightest semi can be spotted through it, something that too many of his teammates have embarrassed themselves with in the past. I’d never live down this moment if someone saw it, he thinks, his cheeks flushing crimson at the vision of his teammates pointing and laughing at his obvious attraction.
He lets Andrew walk in front of him to the locker room, watching every step as he goes and wondering why he’s even attracted to him. He’s just a 20-year-old human, an ordinary guy with a pale, petite body and nothing more to offer than a bit of light competition in the water. He’s definitely no competition on land; that’s for sure! I wonder if he’s ever even had a girlfriend ... or boyfriend, Josh ponders. He makes a mental note to find a moment to ask him that question.
Once they reach the locker room, Josh sits down on the bench across from his locker, marked with big gold letters C-A-P-T-A-I-N and listens out for Andrew’s steps to the shower. When he hears the tap turn and the water slap the tiles, he imagines what it’s going to be like to see him shimmering in the half-crescent moonlight coming in through the high windows in the shower. He takes a deep breath, using his werewolf senses to smell the flavor of Andrew’s soap. Mmmm, musk gel with mint beads. Josh grabs a fresh towel and his forest pine soap and heads for the showers. There are ten in total, five on one side and five on the other, and the whole area is built from pure black slate and marble. With being known as a college for swimmers, the executives have made sure that all of their swimmers are well taken care of. The walls are still dripping from the rest of the squad’s wash-up, and the room is filled with warm, silvery air.
He can see that Andrew has chosen his usual spot. Which makes him clench his fists in concentration not to scratch his eyes out. This guy is so annoying! No one has ever picked his spot before! One would think that the large, golden shower handle would be a dead giveaway that it’s the Captain’s shower! He grunts and heads over to the opposite shower, taking the position where the lowest member of the team usually stands. It feels strange to be standing there, but somehow it also feels good to see tiny little Andrew ignorantly showering where his naked body usually stands.
The only thing separating them are the clouds of steam pretending to be curtains, whispering ancient secrets as they swirl through the air. It was a long, hard session and both of them have concave cores from hunger. Josh has an appetite for more than food tonight, but he needs to control himself.
As the hot water gushes onto his neck and chest, he tugs at his swimsuit and pulls it off. He squeezes it out, as usual, and hangs it on the knob of the tap. He hears Andrew also squeezing out his swimsuit and hanging it on the tap, likely triggered by the knowledge that it’s okay to be naked in here. Josh can’t help but look over his shoulder to take in Andrew’s naked body, watching as the soft, silky soap drips slowly down his back and over and into his butt. It makes Josh hard, this time far harder than his earlier semi. He grabs his cock and washes it rhythmically with soap, hoping Andrew will just keep facing the wall just like he has been doing. It feels so good!
He turns around to face Andrew, taking the risk of being caught in the act; the view will be worth it, he thinks. A few seconds later, Andrew turns around and sees him, his hair still covered with soap and his jaw opened wide in shock. His sparkly blue eyes dart back and forth, scanning Josh’s entire body, his tall physique intimidating him, but causing his cock to instantly harden. They’re both left speechless as their cocks twitch and throb at the sight of each other, the tiny slippery feeling of pre-cum slipping delicately through each hole. They stand in fear and deep curiosity, wondering what the other is thinking. They each take two steps forward in a raw magnetic pull and stop just as the tips of their cocks are touching. Suddenly, Josh grabs Andrew’s face as hard as he can and pulls him closer, pushing his hot, wet tongue deep into his mouth to suck and swirl inside of him with passion. Andrew takes him all in, meeting his tongue with his own in an intensely erotic mouth-dance, both of them unable to stop what is happening. Josh can feel Andrew’s cock-head swelling, which makes his swell to a full, bright pink in return.
“Are you boys almost done? I want to lock up!” Yells their coach.
Quickly they pull apart and rush back to their showers, each grabbing and turning the hot water tap right off. The cold water makes them both squeal in shock as goosebumps cover their naked bodies. Their cocks shrink into their smallest, softest form, hiding whatever it was that just happened from their coach.
“We’ll be right out, Coach!” Josh stutters, vowing that he will never tell anyone about what he just did. Besides, it was nothing more than a kiss. A stupid little kiss out of pure curiosity. He looks back at Andrew and sees him drying off nonchalantly, their eyes meeting in an awkward flicker with a non-verbal agreement to take this to the grave. Besides, the small town where Andrew is from would never accept him liking a guy, so he knows the guilt and shame that he’s feeling right at this moment. They both dry off, get dressed and head out the door, both deciding it would be best to skip dinner tonight.
“Night Coach!”
“Good night, Sir.”
And off they go.