Golden (Original Version)

Chappy 2

-Brady's POV-

I watch from the bench as my cute, little bundle of rage readies himself atop the platform beneath him.

He hasn't noticed that I am here and I'm glad. I don't want him to know I came to watch him. I've been coming to every single one of his swim meets to watch him. Ever since, I have been in love with him, but I can't say that he feels the same about me. He seems to be ashamed of his sexuality, but doesn't care if people judge him for it. He allows me to kiss him, but makes no move to kiss me back. I make it look like I'm teasing him, but he must at least have some feelings for me. Or know of my feelings for him.

I'm in the perfect seat to see that perfect ass of his.

He flexes his muscles, loosening them to calm the tense flesh. I could lick every inch of his body, it's amazing. He has such beautiful skin and his body is phenomenal.

I am pulled out of my trance by the pop sound, signalling the swimmers to go. I stand up and watch, in excitement, as Shase wins. I feel a smile creep onto my face as he climbs out of the pool, water dripping off of his beautifully toned muscles. Jeez, if I wasn't so in control of my body, I'd have a hard on just by seeing him like that.

"First place, Kagami Masamune. Second place-" the announcer continues to announce the winners of the meet, but I stopped listening after the first name. That's the only one I care about.

I'm just about to leave when I see some of his opponents walk up to him and start flirting with him.

I was just going to ignore it, until I saw him smile shyly at whatever one of them had said.

No. No. No!

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-Shase's POV-

I won first place again like every other meet and, again, like every other meet, my opponents came over and started flirting. I don't mind it at all really. They are all attractive and perfectly built.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," says the one with jet black hair.

I smile shyly at him and mumble a small thank you.

That was such a cliché line, but it still got me in the feels.

The others also give me cheesy compliments, but quickly stop and get a look of fear from something standing behind me.

I look to see what it was and my smile immediately falls and my face goes emotionless like it always does when he is around.

The guys all say goodbye to me and scurry off to the locker room to shower.

I turn to face him fully and glare at him for what he had done. I was getting to like that guy with the jet black hair. He was really cute. "Why are you here?"

He smiles, "Aren't I allowed to watch some live sports?"

"You are, but why did you come over to me?"

He shrugs, that annoying grin plastered on his face. "I don't really know myself."

"Then go away."

"But I want to hang out with you, sexy," he says in a flirty tone unlike the others before. Not cute at all.

"No. Go home," I tell him then turn away and walk to my father who is patiently waiting to take me home. "I'm going to shower really quick." He nods and I go to the locker room. I thought I was the only one in there until a pair of hands grabbed my waist and I jump in surprise. I quickly turn around and find that it was the boy with jet black hair. I blush at his beautiful smile.

"Hey, beautiful," he says stepping closer to me.

I take a step back and his smile widens. "H-Hi," I reply.

"We should hang out sometime."

Can this guy be any more cliché? Why doesn't he just ask me out?

"Y-Yeah."

"Here, just give me a call whenever you have time. My name's Freddy," he says handing me a piece of torn paper.

"I'm Kagami, but you can call me Shase. Most do."

His smile widens somehow and I blush even more. "Will do, Shase."

I look down at the paper with his number on it and it has a small heart next to the words 'call me'. I thought he walked away, but then I feel something press to my cheek. I look up and see that he had just kissed me. I'm probably blushing like mad now.

"I'll see you later, hopefully."

I watch as he saunters out of the locker room. I shake my head and clear my thoughts. Father wouldn't like it if I made him wait longer than he should. I hurry and shower then pack my stuff into my duffelbag and leave to find my dad in the parking lot.

Once I step out of the double doors of the college, I am stuck walking beside Brady. I ignore him until I find my dad waiting outside of his car.

Brady grabs my wrist and stops me from going to my dad. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Because you're annoying. Go away. My father doesn't like me hanging around guys."

"What about those other guys?" He asks.

"Good sportsmanship."

"But-" He starts, but I cut him off.

"Leave me alone." I pry my hand out of his iron grip and get into the car with my father.

"Who was that?"

"This guy from school. He won't leave me alone."

"Maybe if you kicked his ass, he would get the point," he says with a smirk.

I smile knowing that he was just joking. Or at least half-joking. He wants me to stand up for myself, but I don't hit anybody unless they hit me first.

"Where do you want to go for celebration?"

"Wherever you think is appropriate?" I question.

"Peter Piper it is."

I mentally cheer for how well my father knows me. This is the best part of being on the swim team. When my father shows how proud of me he is, though he can't when my mother is around.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you too, son."

Why can't I hear that from my mother? What is her problem with homosexuals? How can she hate her son so much?