"What's wrong, Cris? Did something happen?" Nelson asked, getting nervous as he saw his manager flustered and out of air.
"Yes... and I need... to talk... to you," Cris said as he tried to recover his breath.
As Nelson walked to his manager to check him, he heard a murmur. The other swimmers in the locker room were looking at the newcomer.
It took him more time than it should to realize the reason for the swimmers' embarrassed faces.
They think Cris is a girl, the athlete thought, feeling an urge to laugh as he looked around. Well, I can't blame them... my boyfriend is cuter than most girls, and then he barges in the men's locker room dressed in a skirt... any guy would be embarrassed... But sorry everyone, he's mine.
"Now!" the manager managed shout when to recover his breath.
Under those worried eyes, Nelson let his boyfriend dragged him out of the locker room.
Despite Cris' urgency, the swimmer couldn't help but enjoy as his boyfriend pulled him by the hand.
Before he could stop himself, he squeezed that petite hand, feeling the warmth from those slender fingers.
Even though the manager was frantically looking for a place for them to talk alone, his cheeks went a shade of red as he squeezed the hand back.
"There," he said, walking as fast as he could without running.
The manager led the swimmer to a huge tree behind the gym looking building. The delicate man wearing a skirt put his hands on the knees and tried to recover his breath.
Nelson put a hand on his boyfriend back, trying to ease the pain.
"Hey, Cris, what wrong?" he asked again, this time the worry filling on his voice.
Something huge must've happened for him to barge the locker room and drag me just before the competition...
Cris took a deep breath and raised his head. He opened his mouth, but the next second, he bit his lips and averted his face.
At once Nelson knew his boyfriend had something hard to tell him.
With a tiny smile, he placed a lock of Cris' long black hair behind his ear.
The manager looked at him again. Then he blushed and smiled as he touched Nelson's fingers.
The athlete leaned down and gave him a light kiss.
Cris threw his arms around Nelson's neck and kissed his boyfriend back.
When they parted their lips, the manager seemed less flustered.
Even so, Cris hugged Nelson and squeezed as much as those slim arms allowed him.
The swimmer hugged him back.
"I don't know what's wrong, but you can tell me. You can tell me anything," he said in a low voice, smiling as he caressed the top of his boyfriend's head. "That's the best part of our relationship."
Cris gave a last squeeze and then let go of Nelson. When he raised his head, he had a tiny smile.
"You know how to make a boy blush," he said in a low voice, closing his eyes. When he opened them again, they were full of determination.
Nelson couldn't help but blush as he stared into them. Those eyes were part of the reason he had fallen in love with that boy.
"There's something important you need to know about the competition."
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The Swimmer and the ManagerRomance
The Prado Maranhão Aquatic Sport Club, a place where those who aim at the top of the water sports gather. Nelson, once called the future of Brazil's swim, is near the end of his recovery after a serious accident that almost costed his life. But with...