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Team was lost and alone in the world. Or so he thought, until his third year at University where the biggest shock of his life awaited.

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First day of swim practice and Team overslept. His friends always made fun of his habitual oversleeping— not realizing that just because he went to bed at 9:00 PM didn’t mean he got a full night’s sleep. Last night he might have gotten 3 hours total.

“Move it!” Sea yelled from the car. “Do you want all of us in trouble, Phi?”

Team rolled his eyes. “You could have left without me,” he shot back and stuck out his tongue.

“Not when the car belongs to you, P’Team,” Bee laughed.

“There’s a bus,” Team pointed out but tossed the keys to A. “You drive, N’A. Too tired.”

They rapidly got settled in the car and soon A was driving them to the University. Team took a moment to appreciate his ridiculous Nongs; one year behind him in school but still his closest swim friends. But the fatigue that constantly plagued him drew him under, missing out on the gossip being dished out.

Gossip that he later greatly regretted missing out on.

Team was jolted awake— literally— when A slammed on the breaks to park. “Shit! Treat my car with some love,” Team complained groggily. The trio laughed out apologies as they fled the car. There were only a few minutes left until they had to be lined up by the pool for roll call. So Team stretched widely as he got out of the car and then trudged his way inside the locker room.

There was so much laughter and chatter— more than an average day back. But Team didn’t pay any attention to what everyone was talking about. Strike two against him… he just didn’t realize it yet.

Swimmers began slamming their lockers as they finished changing, causing Team a slight jump scare. He sighed as he took off his pants and tossed them in his locker then attempted to put on his jammer-style swimsuit with his eyes closed. After nearly falling on his naked butt, Team decided to open his eyes and face the day. “I got this!” he said to himself. His internal pep talk was very helpful in energizing him… with the unfortunate side effect of missing out on what the team president, Dean, was announcing to the group. Strike three…

“New year, new records!” Team cheered internally. “I can do this!” He was in a much better— much more awake— mood by the time he lined up at the pool. Team took a deep breath of the chlorine-scented air and smiled. He looked around, smiling and waving at everyone there… SHIT!

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The farthest thing from Team’s mind as a child was competitive swimming. He didn’t like getting wet, didn’t like the smell of chlorine or the feel of it on his skin, hated when the water got in his nose and mouth, loathed when it stung his eyes. There were hundreds of things Team would rather do than get into a nasty pool.

Life had a different plan for him though.

And then when Team was 14 his world exploded with the Summer Olympics. He watched in awe as Thailand’s team excelled, bursting forth on the global stage. And at the helm was Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul. Win. And that’s what he did— Win medals in all of his races. A bronze, a silver, and 3 gold. Win was a national hero.

The boys’ swim team had gathered daily to watch “Hia Win” on their club’s TV. It was an old TV and might not have been the clearest view, but the boys watched with rapt intensity, following each stroke with razor focused eyes, breath held in, hoping… and then they would jump and cheer for Hia Win. But as everyone danced around celebrating, Team stayed focused on the blurry screen to watch as Hia took off his goggles and swim cap, revealing his bleached blonde hair and alluring eyes.

Team became obsessed with his Hia. Every newspaper or magazine article was clipped and added to a journal all about Hia Win. He watched every interview. Searched the internet for every clip showing the man. Team’s bedroom walls were covered with posters of Win.

Posters that the boy looked at every night as he stroked his cock, imagining meeting his Hia in real life. Imagined shaking hands, exchanging names, staring into each other’s eyes, Hia Win able to see into his soul and love him for the broken rubbish that he was. And Hia would hold Team tight, squeeze him in an earth shattering embrace, tell him how much he was loved, how valuable he was as a person… and Team would explode his cum all over himself while lost in his imagination.

Years 14 and 15 of Team’s life revolved around Hia Win. The boy continued to follow his swimming career, his sponsorships and ad campaigns, everything. He took note of every new piercing, every new tattoo, every single change. The journal dedicated to Hia was bursting at its seams, not able to hold anything else…

And then Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul disappeared. And Team was lost and alone in the world again.

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“… welcome Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul!”

The swim team began clapping and hooting at Dean’s words, shocking Team out of his thoughts. He attempted to clap along, completely lost and confused.

“But to you he will be Coach Phawin or Professor Phawin,” Dean continued.

“Coach Win is fine,” the new man interjected, welcomed by more applause and chatter. This man… he… he was Hia. Older, more mature, dark hair now instead of bleached blonde. No earrings. Tattoos hidden by his oversized University jacket. And glasses. Shit, that was hot.

Team couldn’t stop staring at his childhood idol. Hia Win was actually here? To be a coach? And professor? How?!? The college boy stood with his mouth partially opened from the shock, unable to look away from his hero. Until Win’s eyes locked with his own. SHIT! Team couldn’t look away! He couldn’t move! He couldn’t BREATHE! Hia Win was actually LOOKING at HIM!

Before Team passed out from lack of oxygen, Win’s gaze moved on to look at the rest of the swim team. The boy breathed deeply to replenish his lungs.

“I’m excited to be here with you this term,” Hia Win announced. Or rather, Coach Win. Professor Win??? “My life’s passion is physical therapy, specializing in sports and athletic injury rehabilitation and prevention. The University has brought me on as your coach as well as adjunct professor. I’ll be teaching Therapeutic Exercise in Sports Medicine this term while Professor Lakorn is on sabbatical.”

Team breathed a sigh of relief that Coach Win wasn’t teaching a class that he was taking; on second thought, maybe he was disappointed. No, definitely relieved, because there was no way he could concentrate on a lecture given by his Hia. No, Team would stare at the professor’s lips moving and imagine other enticing words that those lips might whisper to him. Words like: “You’re special to me, Team. You are my everything. Team, I believe in you.” Such daydreams during class were NOT conducive to keeping his scholarship!

The sharp blast of a whistle interrupted Team’s thoughts. “Alright now,” Dean called out, “show me that you haven’t lost all your skills while on break. Get in the water!” After another piercing whistle, the swimmers lined up at the pool lanes and prepared to race. Team pushed all of his worries aside to focus on the task at hand.

He submerged himself mentally and physically into swimming, focused on each stroke, each kick, each breath. If he focused his mind completely on each move he made it would keep all other thoughts at bay. He learned that long ago. That is partly why he continued swimming year after year. Because even though it took an outrageous amount of willpower to get himself into the pool, once he was there all other thoughts floated away. All that remained was him and his movements all focused on one goal.

Team finished first in each lap he swam. Fellow teammates cheered and encouraged him, but he wasn’t proud or boastful about his successes. No, there was always room for improvement, something that he could have done better. His mind analyzed each moment of his swim and made adjustments for his next lap, repeating the process over and over again.

Sounds exhausting, right? But that was a bonus side effect for Team! He WANTED to be exhausted because he wanted to sleep. But first and foremost he wanted to be perfect. No, that was a lie. He didn’t want to be perfect— he HAD to be perfect. He couldn’t fail…

By the end of practice all of the swimmers were exhausted. They hobbled back to the locker room, many complaining about how out of shape they had gotten. Team tried to take part in the conversations, but his fatigue level was just where he needed it to be in order to sleep. So instead of chatting and goofing around with A, Bee, and Sea, Team slowly changed out of his swim gear and back into his regular clothing. So slow that the locker room was mostly vacant by the time he was changed. He glanced around looking for…

“Phi! P’Dean,” Team called out to the swim president.

Dean looked at the swimmer who was one year his junior and smiled warmly. “The usual?” Dean asked.

“Please! Thank you!” Team followed Dean into a room off to the side; not really a room, more like a large storage closet. But in the room was a cot with pillow and blanket.

“Just make sure to set an alarm,” Dean instructed. “Can’t miss classes on your first day.”

Team nodded in agreement as he bounced down onto the cot and stretched out. “Thanks Phi! You’re the best!”

Dean laughed and turned to leave. But he briefly paused before closing the door and added, “Maybe you could let your friend Pharm know that I’m the best.”

“Already did,” Team informed with a giant yawn. “But I’ll tell him again. Thankssss…” Team’s voice slurred and faded as he fell asleep. The club president just shook his head in disbelief as he walked out, closing the door behind him.

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Win had never been so nervous in his whole life. Which was wild, because swimming in the Olympics should probably rank #1. But back then he was so sure of himself, so convinced of his invincibility.

Now Win knew that life didn’t always go how you expected.

He looked around the group of university students wondering if he would be able to help them… or maybe it had been too long since he last swam competitively. Maybe everyone was expecting too much of him. Maybe he would disappoint them all.

One swimmer in particular stood out to him. Cute kid, probably not a first-year, but still looked completely lost and confused. Also looked half asleep. Kind of adorable… but could the kid swim? He had long limbs, toned and lean, but was missing the mass muscle needed to be a top tier swimmer.

Win looked over the rest of the group. Some looked promising, specifically Dean and Phruek. But he wouldn’t know for sure until they all got in the pool. Once they did, Win’s eyes continually found their way to the sleepy boy— no longer sleepy. It was quite impressive, completely enthralling, watching the boy swim. His form was spot on. The few occasions that Win saw something that could use improvement, the boy made sure to fix his next lap without needing to be told. This kid could be a star of the team.

By the end of practice, Win was feeling less nervous and more optimistic. Maybe this career change would be a good thing.

“One last task,” Win said to himself. He had to check the chemical levels in the pool but had no idea where the supplies were. He searched his office and the locker room, then went into the storage room. Just as he was about to turn on the light he realized that someone was in there. Someone was… sleeping?

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Team woke with a gasp; it was so sudden that it triggered a coughing fit. He couldn’t breathe, he felt like he was suffocating. The dream was too much—

“Hey kid,” a voice called out. “Breathe with me: in… out… in… out…”

Though he was still floundering, Team took notice that someone was taking his hand and placing it on their chest. He could feel the person breathing in and out, in and out, and soon Team was able to match his breathing to the other person. Who was with him? Team started to focus on his surroundings…

“Hia Win??” Team asked in shock. Why was Hia with him in the storage room? What did Hia think of him after making a complete fool of himself??

The man smirked, but it was the most charming smirk Team had ever seen. “Hia? I’m pretty sure I said you could call me Coach Win.”

The boy’s face flushed with embarrassment! Why did he call Win his Hia?!?! “S… Sorry. Still sleepy,” he tried to make an excuse. “Coach Win.”

Win smirked again. “On second thought, you can call me Hia.” And then the man winked! “What’s your name, kid?

“Team. I’m Team. Third year.” Team was flustered. He wanted this whole interaction to end before it got any worse. Team stood up… and instantly groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Coach Win asked with real concern. “Are you hurt?”

“Not really. Just a little,” Team tried to make it sound unimportant. “Just achy from sleeping on this cot after practice. And from the bad dream. But it’s no big deal.”

“Nonsense,” the man declared. Team felt like an idiot… until the coach clarified: “It is a big deal. You need to treat your body right. You need to listen to what it’s trying to tell you.”

Team nodded in understanding… but really, he thought, it’s just simple body aches. As the boy was thinking it through, Win was pulling a mat off of a shelf and laid it on the ground. “Sit,” he commanded. Team reluctantly sat on the mat and was shocked when Coach Win knelt next to him.

“Coach Win?” Team questioned.

The man smirked again. “I said you could call me Hia.”

“H… Hia Win?” Team mumbled. “What are you doing?”

“My job, kid,” Win explained with a wink but then turned serious. “I said in the meeting that my passion is physical therapy, and part of my job as your coach is to make sure you don’t get injured. So do what I say. Got it?”

“Yes… Hia Win.”

Win smiled brightly before settling down to business. “I’m going to show you some stretches to do before and after practice.”

For 30 glorious minutes Team had his Hia’s undivided attention. He listened intently and moved exactly as Hia instructed. And when Team was standing to do the quad stretches and started to lose balance, Hia placed his hands firmly on Team’s hips to keep him from falling over. Was it just Team’s imagination or did Hia’s hands linger longer than necessary? Did Hia’s hands mean to elicit sparks of pleasure throughout his body?

And when Team was seated to stretch his hamstrings, Hia’s firm hands pressed on Team’s back to help him deepen the stretch. Was it just Team’s imagination or did Hia’s hands linger longer than necessary? Did Hia’s hands mean to elicit sparks of pleasure throughout his body?

And when Win took the student’s hand to help him stand up, was it just Team’s imagination or did Hia’s hands linger longer than necessary? Did Hia’s hand mean to elicit sparks of pleasure throughout his body?

Shit. Team needed a cold shower. Immediately.

“Thanks coach…” (Win raised an eyebrow) “…I mean, Hia. I feel better already.”

“Good to hear,” Win smiled. “Make sure to keep doing these stretches before and after swimming. And if your muscles continue to feel sore let me know.”

“Yes, Hia.”

Win reached out to tussle Team’s hair. “Alright kid, have a good day. See you at the next practice.” With that, he sauntered away, so sexy that Team bit his lip to hold in a moan.

“He’s my coach!” Team lectured himself. “And a PROFESSOR! Hia is NOT sexy!” Except… there was no denying that the man really was sexy. “Shit!”

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“TEAM! TEAM!! TEAM!!!”

He would recognize that voice anywhere. One of his best friends was running up at full speed. “Manow! What are you yelling about?” Team wasn’t sure why he even asked though; Manow was ALWAYS yelling excitedly about something.

Pharm just smiled pleasantly across from Team at the table; he was used to Manow’s eccentric behavior by now.

“How could you not tell us, Team??? I feel betrayed!” Manow cried with full theatrics as Pharm looked at Team with a puzzled expression.

“Tell you what?” Team asked, genuinely confused.

“Tell us WHAT?!?!” Manow pulled at her hair dramatically before flouncing down at the other empty chair. “That you have a new hottie on the swim team!!!”

Team scratched his head. “Do you mean Coach?”

“‘Do you mean Coach?’ YES, Team! Of course that’s what I mean!”

Pharm perked up at the mention of the swim team. “You had practice today? Was everyone there? Are they all doing ok? Did they have a good break?”

Team nodded, “Yes, Pharm, Dean was there and looked fine.”

His friend’s jaw dropped in embarrassment. “I said everyone, not just Dean.”

Manow laughed wildly. “But we all know you only wanted to hear about Dean.”

Team snapped his fingers as he remembered: “Right, I’m supposed to tell you that Dean’s the best.”

Pharm scrunched his shoulders, wanting to shrink and disappear… but instead Manow pinched his cheek! “You’re so cute Pharm! When are you going to confess to Dean?!?”

Team looked at his friend with wide expectant eyes. But Pharm was a traitor. “I thought we were talking about the new coach.”

Manow chattered nonstop— well, she stopped long enough for Team to answer her questions, but then she was right on to another. Team just wanted it to end… the last thing he needed was to be thinking about Hia.

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Two weeks in and Team was tired to the point of breaking. He had avoided naps after swim practice; he was afraid of Coach Win. Ok, ok, he wasn’t afraid OF the coach. Team was afraid of his own reactions, was afraid of embarrassing himself in front of Hia.

The coach still insisted on Team calling him Hia— when no one was near enough to hear. And Team felt like Hia’s eyes were always on him, watching… with a half smile on his face. The logical part of Team’s brain knew that Win was only watching because he was the coach; it was COACH Win’s job to watch all the swimmers and give them instruction on how to improve. But even still, Team’s heart quaked every time he noticed Hia looking at him. Every time the coach adjusted his sexy glasses, Team imagined it was as if Win was trying to see him clearly.

But today was different. Instead of a half smile, the coach was frowning. His frown grew more and more pronounced each time Team looked at him. Everyone seemed to notice, because locker room chatter was all focused on their coach’s strange behavior. N’A thought that Coach was regretting taking this job; N’Bee was sure that it had something to do with the classes he taught; N’Sea argued that Coach was probably disappointed in everyone’s times.

Team couldn’t help but think that HE was the reason for Hia’s frown. He racked his brain for what he could have done— or not done— that would upset the coach. While lost in his own thoughts, Team didn’t realize that everyone had left. He was alone in the locker room, half dressed, wearing only briefs while he dried his hair.

“Team, do you have some free time?” Coach’s voice shocked Team out of his stupor. The student spun around to find the man.

“Umm… yes… I don’t have morning classes today.” Team stood awkwardly in front of his hia, well aware of the fact that he was not dressed. ‘Not a big deal; he sees you like this all the time’ Team thought, trying to convince himself. But it felt wholly different standing in just his underwear.

Coach smirked as he snatched the towel from Team’s hand. “You’ll get sick if you don’t dry off after practice,” he instructed. Right— Hia was just an instructor, a coach; Team was just a student to him. But… do instructors normally…

Win gripped the towel tightly as he began to rub it up and down Team’s left arm. Followed by his right arm. Team’s breathing stopped when Win began caressing the towel over his stomach, slower, as if relishing the touch. The boy’s cock twitched when Win moved the towel to his hair, and used his thumb to dry a wet spot on Team’s cheek.

“Thanks… Hia,” Team stuttered.

The coach blinked a few times as if suddenly realizing what he was doing. He took two steps back and crossed his arms as he leaned against a locker. “Your times were slower today.”

So the coach was only watching him because it was his job, not for any other special reason. “Sorry,” Team muttered. “I’ve been so tired…”

Win nodded slowly. “More dreams?”

Team was shocked. “Yeah… every night. I don’t really sleep much.”

Win’s eyes narrowed. “How much sleep do you get?”

“Maybe 3 hours.”

“Fuck!” Coach Win swore. “No wonder you look like you’re about to pass out. You can’t survive like this!”

Team just shrugged with embarrassment. “I try…”

“Dean told me that it’s pretty normal for you to nap after practice. But you haven’t since the first day. Why?”

“Well… I… I didn’t want to be in your way,” Team said quietly, looking at his feet. “And I was embarrassed,” he admitted.

Win tussled the boy’s hair. “Your health and wellness is important. Remember I told you before to listen to your body.” Win’s eyes traveled down and up the boy’s body, causing Team to shiver. “Get dressed, then meet me in the supply room.”

The man walked away before Team could argue. Not that Team wanted to argue… because even more than wanting to please Hia, he wanted to sleep. He craved it.

So Team finished dressing and wandered over to the supply room. Win was sitting on a chair and reading a textbook, his sexy-teacher glasses on his face; the empty cot was right next to where the coach was seated.

Sensing the boy’s presence, Win looked up and smiled. “Lay down and sleep. I’ll stay with you till you wake up.”

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Win was very good at lying to himself. He was a pro at it, to the point that he often believed those lies.

And so he told himself that it was only natural for his eyes to find their way to Team every few minutes at practice. It was because the boy had so much potential. It was because the boy had been dealing with body aches. It was because the boy was looking more and more haggard each day.

It was definitely not for any other reason.

Win was impressed with Team. He was an amazing swimmer. Team had the dedication to his sport to always self-analyze and self-correct. He gave swimming his complete attention, not distracted by the other teammates goofing off. The kid was motivated, always coming to practice even when he looked tired as fuck.

The man had absolute respect for the kid as a swimmer. That was the truth.

The lie was that it ended at that.

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(Dream)
Team was walking along the beach, enjoying the sun on his skin. The breeze was light, birds soared in the air. He felt completely relaxed and at ease as he watched the waves come ashore. But of course calm always comes before the storm.

He was only able to observe, unable to act or scream for help… He watched helplessly as Team walked into the ocean. The winds picked up, the sky darkened, rain began to fall. But still the boy kept walking into the water. The ocean’s waves crashed against him, swaying his tiny body, until finally dragging him under.

Team stood on the beach screaming for help that never came.

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Dammit, Team was tired. Stupid dreams. He could only hope that some energy drinks and chips would keep him awake for classes!

Team didn’t trust himself to drive, so he took a bus to school; the stale stench of the sweaty crowd kept him uncomfortable enough to stay awake. He couldn’t afford falling asleep on the bus and missing his stop— he was already running late.

His classes that morning were pretty important, so he hoped to stay awake through them. Both were for his specific degree, physical education. The first class would involve lots of moving around and hands on learning. The second was Anatomy and Physiology, which was mostly lecture. That could be tricky to stay awake through.

The first class ended up being a success, but the fatigue hit him hard as he walked to the next class. He really wanted to skip— how would he be able to stay awake while the professor talked on and on about the respiratory system??? This would be a disaster.

This was a disaster! After Team trudged to his normal seat, he finally looked up and realized that Professor Tul wasn’t up front.

“Hia Win?” Team gasped in shock.

To make matters worse, Win locked eyes with Team and smirked. Damnit! Did Hia hear that?!? Team just wanted to crawl under the table— or even better, run away.

Instead he sat completely still, eyes down on his textbook and notepad, ready to take notes. He definitely would NOT look up for any reason. Absolutely not.

That resolve lasted less than 10 minutes. Normally Professor Tul droned on and on, making class dreadfully boring. But Win was the opposite! He spoke with confidence, completely knowledgeable even though this wasn’t his normal class to teach. And he made the topic personal and relatable; Win would talk about clients he had worked with who had various injuries or problems that related to the topic. It was fascinating.

Team could not take his eyes off of the professor. He was completely enraptured by the man in front of the classroom. He couldn’t help but smile and swoon.

And it seemed to Team that even though Hia Win was teaching the entire class, his focus was only on Team. It felt like he was getting a private tutoring lesson, like no one else was in the room. Of course that was just a juvenile wish— Hia Win obviously wasn’t focused on him!

The time flew by and too soon the class was being dismissed. Team sighed sadly— he wanted to listen to his Hia all day long. And so he was delighted when he heard his name called out. “Team, please come to the desk for a conversation.” Team skipped down the stairs to approach his substitute professor.

“Still doing those stretches I showed you?” When Win’s question was followed by a nod, he replied, “Good to hear. Your times at practice have been improving a lot. Keep it up and you’ll definitely do well at the competition in two weeks.”

Team beamed at the praise. “Thanks Hia! I’m trying my best.”

“I can tell,” Win smiled and reached out a hand to ruffle Team’s hair.

‘Oh. My god! PROFESSOR Win touched me,’ Team squealed internally to himself. Could his day get any better?!?!

“If you don’t have a class next, join me for lunch,” Win invited.

Shit! The day got better!

They chatted about swimming as they walked to a cafe near campus. Everything was so easy. And so perfect. Until they sat down…

“So… be honest, Team. How was class? Did I do okay?”

Team’s eyes lit up. “It was great! Better than Professor Tul! You’re really smart, Hia!” Team admitted, “I didn’t realize how much knowledge and experience you have.”

Win smirked mischievously. “Oh, I see. You just thought I was a pretty face.”

Team’s jaw dropped. “I… you… I… I never… Never said you had a pretty face,” the student stammered. Shit! What was he supposed to say?!? He felt like such a child!

“Oh,” Win responded despondently. “You don’t think I have a pretty face.”

“You do! You’re so hot!” Team was so quick to correct his Hia that he didn’t pause to think about the words coming out of his mouth until it was too late. SHIT! Oh god, how embarrassing! Team just told a PROFESSOR— his COACH— his IDOL— that he’s hot. SHIT!

“Thanks for clearing that up,” Win responded with a smile; he didn’t seem bothered at all by Team’s response. It was the exact opposite. The smile on Win’s face was genuine. And it lasted for an eternity; they just stared at each other as the world bustled around them.

Team’s stomach fluttered at the attention, especially when the smile softened into something… Something ‘more’. And Team’s heart almost stopped when Win placed his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm, content to just keep watching. Before he could stop himself, Team bit down on his bottom lip, imagining how Hia’s lips would feel against his own. Of course Win noticed the movement: Hia’s eyes widened in surprise.

SHIT! Team needed a distraction! This wasn’t good! He couldn’t keep staring! Team quickly looked down at the table— CHIPS! He started eating the chips that came with his sandwich.

SHIT! The moan that escaped Team’s lips sounded so sexual! He couldn’t help it— he LOVED chips! He risked a quick glance up and saw his Coach’s jaw had dropped in shock. SHIT! Team just kept eating chips, not glancing up again until the chips were all gone.

SHIT! Now what?!? His chips were gone. Before he could think, Win spoke up.

“You like chips, huh?” Win teased with a smirking smile.

There was no use denying it. “My favorite food in the whole world,” Team admitted. “I’d live off of chips if I could.”

Win chuckled and reached over to pat Team’s head. “Maybe that’s why you can’t sleep— your nutrition is horrendous.”

Team was about to swiftly fight back, but he saw the concern mixed with the teasing. So he softened his response, “Well, you’re drinking some super sugary coffee!”

The coach pretended to gasp. “Coffee?!? This isn’t boring old coffee!”

“Americano? Cappuccino? Latte?” Team’s guesses were all met with a head shake, so he gave up. “What is it?”

“Medium iced caramel macchiato, half pump syrup, with whipped cream. Remember that for next time.”

Team nervously gulped. “Next time?”

Win seemed slightly shocked that he had actually said that, but recovered smoothly. “And it’s only half syrup, so it’s not as sugary as you accuse.”

“Still not healthy,” Team rebutted.

“You’re feisty,” Win laughed with a smirk.

Damn, it was so sexy.

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Tul waved across the bar to Win, who smiled and made his way over to his childhood friend. “How was your consultation? It was rather last minute,” Win chided as he sat down.

“Fine. The doctor says I won’t need further treatment. Sorry, buddy. I didn’t mean to put you in a tough spot with covering for me,” Tul apologized. “How was class?”

Win thought about how to answer that. It had been the best fucking day since starting at the university… because of a certain student. The whole time Win taught he kept finding his eyes traveling to Team. The boy was gorgeous. The awe and excitement on Team’s face had Win wanting to impress the student more and more. It felt like it was just the two of them in the classroom.

“It went well, I think,” Win finally answered his coworker and childhood neighbor. Tul was a few years older than Win but they had still been good friends growing up. In fact, it was Tul who told Win to apply for the position at the university. Best fucking decision ever— so of course Win gladly covered class for Tul out of appreciation. The bonus was seeing Team walk into the lecture hall, looking half asleep, and when Team finally noticed him and gasped “Hia Win”— So fucking adorable.

“I covered the content, and the students seemed to follow along.”

“Fantastic,” Tul sighed with relief. “Thank you so much! What a relief. If I ever need a sub again—“

“I’ll do it!” Win responded before Tul could even finish his sentence. He smiled, thinking about one particular student.

“You’re the best,” Tul thanked. He had no idea that Win had ulterior motives.

Both men chatted for several minutes but were interrupted when Tul’s phone rang. His eyes lit up! “It’s Waan— I’ll be right back,” he said before leaving. Win smiled at his friend’s retreating back. He wondered how long it would be until his brother, Waan, would man up and confess to Tul. Those two had been dancing around each other since the day they moved in next door. But both were too fucking insecure to make the first move.

Win took a gulp of his alcohol because— damn it— he found himself now in a similar situation as his brother. But Win’s situation was much more complicated. He and Team were obviously flirting. At least, Win was. Maybe Team was this friendly with everyone. But to Win, their connection was special. He looked forward to swim practice and being able to watch the boy’s agile body in the water. It was magnificent to see. And to then sit in the supply room after each practice, watching Team nap. Whenever the boy started twitching with a nightmare, Win would pat his back… and the boy would settle comfortably. Win’s ego was bursting with pride at being able to soothe Team as he slept.

“Fuck,” Win muttered. This wasn’t good. Not at all.

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The atmosphere in the locker room was bursting with energy. Their first competition was coming up in 2 weeks, which meant one thing…

“Where do you think we’ll go this year?” Sea was practically bouncing with excitement.

But A didn’t look so sure. “What if Coach doesn’t let us go on the trip?”

Bee rolled his eyes. “It’s tradition! He’s not going to break tradition… P’Team, what do you think?”

The three friends stared at Team, waiting for his response. “I’m sure we’ll do something fun,” he replied lightheartedly… but internally he was freaking out! A weekend trip with Hia?!! It sounded like a dream!

They were interrupted by a loud clap. “Hurry up, guys,” Dean’s voice boomed in the locker room. “Coach has an announcement.” Then Dean left and the locker room erupted in loud cheers.

Quickly Team grabbed his goggles and swim cap before hurrying out with the senior. P’Dean glanced at Team and smiled. “I was thinking… maybe… It might be good to have someone around who could take care of meals. Do you… Do you think Pharm would come along?”

Team smiled brightly. “I should be able to talk him into it.” His Phi was such a big, strong man except when it came to Pharm. Dean was shy, unsure, and completely smitten with the tiny boy. It made Team so happy for his friend; Pharm had a rough childhood and definitely deserved happiness— if only Dean would make a move!

Speaking of moves… Team’s eyes swept around the pool searching for their coach. He couldn’t keep his smile from widening when he saw Hia Win. Would Hia come on their trip? He had to— right? Team was bursting with anticipation.

“Your first competition is coming up soon. I need you today to show me that you’re ready. Give it your all.” Coach Win’s words were met with crestfallen faces and sad sighs. That is, until the man laughed and added, “Then I’ll reward you all with the club’s annual pre-season trip! Give today your best and then go pack your bags! We leave Friday!”

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Team had been nervously bounced his legs around during the whole bus ride; Pharm actually snapped at him— it was that bad. But Team couldn’t help it! He had been excited AND nervous for a weekend away with Hia Win. Sure the whole group was going, but still it felt so personal and intimate to be on a trip with Hia.

Then he was nervous throughout all of their drills. Because— of course— the yearly trip wasn’t just about fun. It was about strength training, team building, building inspiration. And so he hopped through a path of tires on the sand, swam laps in the ocean, did everything that his coach commanded. All while being completely nervous.

Which led him to the current moment: Hia Win has holding Team’s foot and inspecting it thoroughly.

He had stepped on a sharp shell in the ocean which sliced through his foot. It hurt, stinging from salt water and sand. Coach Win washed it clean with a bottle of water before starting to bandage and wrap the wound.

“Thankfully you won’t need stitches,” Win reassured Team. “Take it easy today. Don’t drink too much tonight— you don’t want to make it worse by stumbling around drunk.”

Team was thoroughly embarrassed. “I wouldn’t… I’m responsible…”

Win smirked as he ruffled Team’s wet hair. “Good to know,” he spoke, voice gravelly with some sort of emotion. Team wanted to pretend that it was desire— that Hia wanted Team just as much as Team wanted him.

It was a lofty dream yet Team yearned for it to be true.

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Auntie was mad. And she was sad. She was crying. And yelling.

“Get in the water,” she screamed. “Now Team!”

He didn’t want to. He hated pools. Swimming scared him.

“Listen to me, son! You need to practice! You can’t say no forever.” Auntie’s eyes were wild as she yelled. It was scaring him. She took a step toward him; he took a step back. He was shaking in fear; his tiny body couldn’t handle the stress— he peed himself, urine wetting his swimsuit and spilling down his legs. Auntie’s face twitched in disgust. “Get in the water now! Team!”

“I’m not Team!” His crying only made things worse. Auntie lunged toward him, pushing him into the pool.

He was going to drown! He was going to die! He couldn’t swim!!!

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Team bolted upright in bed, shocked awake from the dream. He cried out from the memory of the dream, sobbing uncontrollably.

But something was different.

He wasn’t alone.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight as he cried. Team slowly calmed as the arms held him, stroked up and down his back while shhh-ing him gently.

Was it Team’s imagination or did a set of lips press into his forehead?

“Hia?” he asked with confusion.

“Shh. You’re ok. I’ve got you. Try to get more sleep… I’ll be here.”

Team didn’t open his eyes; he was afraid that he was just imagining the soothing voice and safe embrace. So he laid back down— the other body moving with him— and cuddled into the warmth of another person.

“Hia…” he whispered before drifting back to sleep.

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His initial plan at the cookout was to make sure the boy ate something healthy. Something. Anything. A vegetable or some protein.

But Win lost that battle immediately when he saw Team— the crescent shaped eyes and crinkles of his nose— as he ate his favourite chips. Team’s cheeks were so damn pinchable when he smiled! And the noises that the student made when tasting the salty snack— fuck!

Win actually closed his eyes and bit his lip, envisioning those erotic sounds coming from Team as their bodies came together…

Now nothing could ever persuade Win to try stopping Team from eating those damn chips. For fucks sake, Win would gladly buy the kid all the chips he could ever want.

Opening his eyes from his wicked thoughts about the student, Win noticed that A, Bee, and Sea were struggling to help the injured Team stand to go back to their rooms for the night. The coach ground his teeth, summoning all of his willpower to not stand up and carry the boy to his own room.

Fuck! Win chugged a glass of alcohol and turned to look at the team captains instead. He struck up a conversation with Phruek about the upcoming competition; Dean was partly joining in, but his eyes kept wandering to an unfamiliar boy who was refilling food trays. The tiny kid was a friend of Team’s… but Dean seemed oddly interested…

After another hour the site cleared out as the swimmers went to their rooms for the night. Dean had snuck the little kid away with him… which meant that Team would be alone in his cabin. Alone…

Nope. Not going there. Literally. NOT. GOING. THERE.

Win finished his alcohol; he was by no means drunk. (He had vowed to himself to never get drunk again. Being drunk only ever led to bad decisions.) Definitely not drunk… which meant that Win had no excuse whatsoever for his next actions.

He stopped outside of his cabin, holding the doorknob but not turning it. He wondered how Team’s foot was feeling. Had the kid changed the bandages? Could the boy sleep or was it too painful? Team always had trouble sleeping— was the cut making it harder?

It was purely concern for a “team” member that guided Win’s next move; it definitely wasn’t just to be alone with Team. Of course not, that would be completely unprofessional. Win was just doing his job— yes, that’s what this was. Win was doing his job as coach by looking out for s student’s health and wellbeing. It just so happened that it was nighttime… in a dark empty bedroom… just the two of them. The cabin would probably be locked— Win would most likely not be able to get in anyway.

Win’s brisk walking got him to Team’s cabin in no time. He grabbed the doorknob and was surprised to find it unlocked. “Gonna need to talk to him about safety,” Win muttered to himself— and entered the room. It was dimly lit from a bedside lamp, but it was enough light for him to see that Team was asleep. Win quietly approached and was shocked to see that Team was covered in sweat; the boy was muttering unintelligibly and shaking. It was obvious that he was having a nightmare.

The coach acted without thinking: he quickly sat on the bed and grabbed Team’s hand in his own. He shhh-d gently while also rubbing a hand up and down Team’s arm. In a matter of moments, the student settled and his body eased into peaceful sleep.

Win knew it would be best if he left. There was no reason for him to stay and watch the student sleep. So he reluctantly stood and backed away. He didn’t make it to the door, however. Instead Win sat on a chair across the room. It wouldn’t hurt to just stay a bit longer, in case the nightmare returned…

Apparently Win must have dozed off because he woke suddenly to the sounds of Team whimpering and crying. The coach jumped up and quickly went to Team’s side. Right as he sat on the bed, Team bolted upright with a cry. Win wrapped his arms around the boy, giving him comfort.

Damn…
Having Team in his arms…
It felt perfect.

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Team’s life was never his own. Not really. Not since he was six years old.

His childhood memories were blurry. Team knew that his Pa was amazing. His Pa would read bedtime stories and even do funny voices for the characters! Team had all sorts of fun adventures with his father— camping, fishing, collecting bugs to keep in a jar. His Pa had taught him how to ride a bike.

Team’s father never taught him how to swim though. He was going to. They were planning on taking a weekend vacation to somewhere with a pool. Team was bursting with excitement— his Mae was going to come too! All three of them would be on an adventure together!

Two days before their trip, Pa didn’t come home from work. Team didn’t understand what was going on— he was only 5 years old. All he knew was that Ps broke his promise and wouldn’t take him on their adventure. Mae wouldn’t take him either because all she did was cry.

Years later Team would finally understand what death was. His father had not purposefully broken his promise. Pa didn’t abandon him.

Mae did, though. A year and a half later, when Team was 6 years old, his mother left him. He was alone in the house for seventeen days before someone from the school finally came to check on him. Team didn’t remember much about that time… He was only a kid… plus he was so malnourished that his mind wasn’t fully functioning.

After a stay at the hospital, Team moved into a giant mansion! But it wasn’t a fancy or fun mansion. It wasn’t a mansion at all— it was an orphanage. He had food to eat and a bed to sleep in, which he should have been grateful for. That’s what he was always told when he dared to complain. The workers there also constantly reminded him that nobody wanted him, not even his own parents. There must be something seriously wrong with him that his Mae and Pa left him.

Was it luck that got Team out of the orphanage? Or was it a punishment? Over the years Team would always wonder which was worse: the orphanage or his new home.

An auntie came to get him. She looked a lot like his Mae except not as pretty. She cried with joy when she met him and picked him up in a tight embrace. “I’m so glad I found you! I thought I had lost you forever.”

Team had been so happy that someone wanted him! He did find it odd that someone he never met seemed so excited to find him… but he didn’t question it. He was too happy to finally be wanted again and to have a place to call home.

Strange things started happening though. Auntie kept telling him to call her Mae— but she wasn’t his Mae. She would say that certain things were “his.” His toys, his room, his friends, his school, his favorite food. When Team tried telling Auntie that he didn’t like dinner, she smacked him and yelled, “Team! This is your favorite food now!”

The oddest thing was that she called him Team. That wasn’t the name Mae and Pa called him. He was certain of it, no matter how much Auntie yelled. His name was Thor— his Pa used to read him a storybook about the god Thor and his sly brother Loki. Yes, he was certain about that… because they always joked about having another child and naming him Loki.

Auntie always reprimanded him, telling him not to act like a baby. He should act his age. He didn’t think he was acting like a baby… Then one day Auntie said he was ten years old. No… he was certain that he had turned 7 at the orphanage. His name was Thor, he was 7 years old, and this lady was his Auntie not his Mae.

Things started to make sense when Auntie showed him a photo album. There were all sorts of pictures of Team growing up— but not him. Another boy.

“This was the day you were born, Team. Weren’t you so adorable? And here is you taking your first steps! Oh and look at these pictures! Do you remember when we went to the amusement park?!? Wasn’t it fun?”

Team nodded while looking at a photo of another boy. The real Team. “So much fun, Mae.” His words made Auntie so happy that she gave him ice cream that night.

He was trying his best to play along. Even though he knew that Auntie wasn’t playing— not really— he thought of it as a game. Or an adventure. He was on an undercover mission and pretended to be someone else! He tried to make it fun… but he was only a kid.

The fun ended abruptly when Auntie said he should start going to swim practice again. “Team, you love swimming! It’s your favorite thing to do!”

“I can’t… I can’t swim!” He cried and cried, completely consumed in fear.

“Nonsense,” Auntie had tsked at him. “You’re all better now. You’re not sick anymore. You’re completely healthy. You are going to go back to swim club.”

Team didn’t want to get in the pool. His Pa was supposed to teach him to swim. If Pa wasn’t going to teach him, then he never wanted to learn. But explaining any of that to Auntie made her mad. She was so furious that she ended up pushing Team into a pool to drown.

The lifeguard saved him; child welfare services were contacted. A stranger sat with Team to ask questions about his Auntie. And after hearing everything, the man sighed and said, “Kid, you’re completely ungrateful. That woman rescued you from an orphanage and is treating you like her own child. You should be doing everything you can to show her how grateful you are. You should be making her happy, not making her cry. Get it together kid. She’s your Mae now and you need to be her son.”

By the time Team turned 8 he was the perfect son. He smiled for Mae, played with her, ate the food she cooked for him… and he learned how to swim.

Even though he didn’t like getting wet, didn’t like the smell of chlorine or the feel of it on his skin, hated when the water got in his nose and mouth, loathed when it stung his eyes. Even though there were hundreds of things Team would rather do than get into a nasty pool, he got in every time because he HAD to be perfect. He poured all of his energy into swimming in order to be the best. Every trophy he won was displayed proudly at home… alongside a picture of the real Team.

By the time Team was 14, he was the best swimmer on the swim team. Everyone was jealous of him… but they didn’t know how much he hated it. They didn’t know that he’d rather let them win. But he couldn’t disappoint his Mae. He needed to be her perfect son. But internally Team wanted to die. He didn’t want to keep pretending anymore. He wanted to be himself… but he didn’t even know who he was anymore! Surely the only remedy would be to end it all.

And then Hia saved him.

The world exploded with the Summer Olympics. He watched in awe as Thailand’s team excelled, bursting forth on the global stage. And at the helm was Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul. Hia Win was a national hero.

Hia Win was Team’s hero. Hia Win was Team’s motivation to keep swimming. He wanted to be the best so that one day he could meet his Hia, race with him in competitions all across the world. Win would get gold and Team would get silver. They would be the perfect pair.

As Team was maturing and going through puberty, it was Hia that Team fantasized about. He would stroke his cock, imagining meeting his Hia in real life. They would stare into each other’s eyes, then Hia Win would see into his soul and love him for the broken rubbish that he was. And Hia would hold Team tight, squeeze him in an earth shattering embrace, tell him how much he was loved, how valuable he was as a person… and Team would explode his cum all over himself while lost in his imagination.

Years 14 and 15 of Team’s life revolved around Hia Win.

And then Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul disappeared. And Team was lost and alone in the world again.

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University was a fresh start. Team could finally breathe freely. He could make his own friends, choose his own classes, eat his favorite foods. The only stipulation was that he had to keep swimming. Mae was happy to send Team to University and pay for everything… as long as he continued competitive swimming.

Team reluctantly joined the swim club. The first year swimming was rough; most of the Seniors didn’t like him for beating their records. They would pick on him every chance they got. On multiple occasions P’Dean rescued Team by lending him clean clothes because the others had emptied his locker out while he was showering.

The second year was easier. Those seniors had graduated, and the incoming students seemed fun. Team bonded with A, Bee, and Sea right off the bat. They always made him laugh, which made getting through practice and competitions a bit easier.

What WASN’T getting any better, though, was his nightmares. Those had started a few weeks after moving into the dorms. Team had been so excited to finally be free of Mae— but she still found a way to haunt him. Each night he would have terrifying dreams about drowning, or about Mae or the real Team. The dreams never went away, never got better. His sleep deprivation was starting to destroy him.

He once again found himself wanting to end it all. If running away from Mae couldn’t free him, what chance did he have of ever being happy?

He knew that he should be gladly living this life to honor the original Team and give him the future he never had. And he knew he should gladly be living this life to make Mae happy and to thank her for taking him in.

But that wasn’t enough anymore to get him through the days.

The first day of his 3rd year started horribly. He barely slept because he was dreaming that it was HIM in a hospital bed dying from cancer, not the original Team. He woke up overwhelmed in guilt; he should be happy that he gets to live instead of wanting to end it all. But damn it— he was too tired anymore to care.

There was no hope remaining. None.

And then Team looked up.

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The morning light peaking through the curtains made Win mumble and squirm. “Too bright,” he grumbled while hiding his face into the body next to him. “Mmmm.” That was better. The shoulders blocked the light from reaching Win’s eyes, and the smell was comforting.

Win wrapped an arm around the tiny waist that was pressed against him; he tugged the body even closer to his own. “Mmmm,” he moaned again as his cock pressed into an ass. His morning erection grew harder from the contact. That ass was delicious; he needed more of it.

His hand that was around the body started to roam. Fingertips traveled across a naked chest, reveling in the softness but also the strong muscles. Win’s fingers circled around a smooth stomach and then his thumb pressed into a belly button.

The responding groan made Win smirk, so he pressed his hand harder into the stomach while also pressing his cock against the ass. He could feel the body responding to every touch.

“Mmm, Team,” Win moaned contentedly…

And then his eyes shot open. “Team???” Fuck! Shit! Damn it! What was he doing— touching a student without consent!!!! Quickly Win jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

Fuck! Fuck!! FUCK!!! His erection was throbbing; it wouldn’t calm down. DAMN IT! Win splashed his face with cold water but that didn’t help at all. Fuck— he was going to have to—

Win grabbed his cock and started stroking. Damn it, he could still smell Team’s scent surrounding him. With his free hand he lifted his shirt to his nose, breathing in the scent left behind by the boy’s sleeping body pressed into him. Win squeezed and stroked, remembering the feel of the kid’s body. Fuck— that body! Win wanted to fuck that body! Wanted to shove his cock against Team’s ass, wanted to spear him open and invade every sacred place. He wanted to hear Team panting against his chest, wanted to feel the boy tighten his legs around Win’s hips, meeting each brutal thrust. Wanted to taste the sweat beading across the boy’s body as Win gave him the best workout of his life. Wanted to see the kid’s face as he came undone by Win’s touches.

“Fuck,” Win moaned as he came all over the bathroom sink.

Damnit. Win was screwed.

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Win was very good at lying to himself. He was a pro at it, to the point that he often believed those lies.

For years Win told himself that he didn’t need anyone or anything else in his life. Having his family and a few close friends was enough. He didn’t need anything else— because having hopes and dreams was pointless. Nothing in life was guaranteed. Anything could and would happen. He would never again pin his happiness all on one thing or one person.

All Win needed was himself. He could only rely on himself.

It was fitting that he chose a career based on helping other people. He would gladly help anyone in need— but he would never again put himself in a place of needing help from anyone else. Win would never allow anyone close enough for that.

That is how his relationship with Team started. Win saw a boy who needed help and so he was quick to step in. It’s what Win did.

But the boy was so different than anyone else he’d met AND reminded Win of himself. Team was friendly, eager to help others and make them happy— even though he himself was struggling. Team was tired, scared, wounded, and completely broken. But no one had a clue because all they saw was his quirky smile.

Win spotted it immediately though.

At the beginning Win thought it was kind of cute how the boy would flush and stammer, calling him Hia Win. But “kind of cute” became fucking adorable.

Before Win knew it, Team had become someone important to him.

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When Win was 17 he was scouted before having a chance to even finish school and start university. The nation’s Olympic committee was desperate to make their mark on the world stage, so they didn’t really care that he was still a kid. As for Win, he was young and stupid— easily swayed by promises of fame and fortune.

He gladly left home to train full time for the next year. Win entered several international meets leading up to the Olympics and blew the competition away. Teammates cheered for him, coaches praised him. A person can only hear something so many times before starting to believe it… The news said he was a star, he was a protégé, he was the best swimmer Thailand had ever had. It didn’t take long until Win began to feel invincible.

The Olympics were magical. Win had only just turned 19 but felt like he was the greatest man in the world. Competitors from other countries feared him— that made him feel powerful. Indestructible.

The decisions that Win was making were leading him towards destruction… but he didn’t listen to anyone’s warnings; he was untouchable, unstoppable, and fucking arrogant. Sleeping around, drugs and drinking too much alcohol— even when he had meets coming up. But his times were still strong and he was still winning competitions, so he wouldn’t listen to any warnings.

He should have listened.

One night— like so many others— Win was at a club, completely smashed. He looked around and smirked; so many people were staring at him, wanting him to fuck them. They wanted to be with a superstar. Win was always willing to oblige… often three or four people in a night. Girl or guy, he didn’t care. He just needed a hole to fuck.

That specific night an especially attractive twink caught his eye. Win smirked and raised an eyebrow; the boy licked his lips in response. They both walked towards the back door leading to an alley and exited. They didn’t talk, didn’t exchange names (although EVERYONE knew who Win was), just pulled the pants down and fucked.

It wasn’t even good sex. The guy made such annoyingly cloying sounds, couldn’t keep a rhythm, and came too quick then complained from overstimulation as Win kept fucking.

It wasn’t good sex at all— but it changed Win’s life.

The fucking twink had a boyfriend. And that boyfriend was beyond pissed when he saw them stagger back in through the back door. Win was beyond drunk; he wasn’t quick enough; he couldn’t defend himself of run away.

Win spent a week in the hospital. Three days of that he was in a coma. After that week he was sent to a physical rehabilitation center— to relearn how to walk.

His dreams were shattered before he even turned 21, and he had no one to blame but himself. After that, Win promised himself to never put himself in a position again where he would experience such a devastating loss. If nothing was important to him then nothing could break him.

Win was lost and alone in the world— which is exactly what he wanted.

He never would have guessed that a kid would come into his life and make him wish for more.

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Team thought he must still be dreaming. Except it felt too good to be a dream— all of his dreams were nightmares. But this had to be a dream! There was no way Hia Win was actually in bed with him! There was no way…

The sleeping man behind his back started to groan and move around. Hia was waking up! Team tried to be completely quiet and still as he pretended to still be asleep. That proved to be VERY difficult, especially when Hia cuddled close and wrapped an arm around Team’s waist. He nearly gasped from shock when Hia moaned while pressing his cock against Team.

The temptation to press back into Hia’s erection was so strong. Too strong. He was just about to move— but Hia moved first. The hand that was around Team’s body started to roam. Fingertips traveled across his chest, circled around his stomach before finally pressing into his belly button.

Team couldn’t stop himself from responding with a groan. He bit his lip, trying desperately to pretend he was sleeping. Team was mostly certain that Hia Win was still half-asleep and didn’t realize what he was doing. But damn, Team was NOT going to stop it! This was the first time in his life that someone touched him like this. He’d never felt another man’s cock pressed up against him— and this wasn’t just any man, it was Hia Win!

Win’s hand pressed harder against Team’s stomach, pulling their bodies even closer as Win’s hips rubbed harder against him. Team couldn’t stop his body from responding…

“Mmm, Team,” Win moaned sleepily… “Team?!?” Win was fully awake then, jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

Oh. My. God. Team’s heart was pounding frantically. That really happened! What did it mean? Did Hia like Team as much as Team liked him? Did he want to be boyfriends? Or was it just a sleepy mistake? Maybe Hia didn’t realize where he was or who he was with— but then why did Hia say his name?

And what was Hia Win doing in his room to begin with?!?

Team’s frantic mind quieted as he heard noises from the bathroom. Oh. My. God. Was Hia actually… No, there’s no way… Yes definitely. Hia was jerking off in the bathroom! Team tried to process that but couldn’t. Was Hia in there thinking of Team? Was he imagining that it was Team touching him? Or imagining that he was fucking into Team?

His cheeks were on fire as he heard Win’s muffled gasps as he came.

No. It couldn’t possibly be that Hia was imagining Team. Because as soon as Hia Win had fully woken up he had run away from Team. It was obvious that Hia was disgusted with himself. And probably disgusted with Team as well.

Yes, that had to be the case. It broke Team’s heart but yet he knew it was the truth. Hia Win would never want him. Not in that way.

Team heard the sounds of Hia washing his hands. Shit! What was he going to do?!? It was obvious that Hia regretted it and that things would be crazy awkward. What to do?!?

He decided to pretend that he was still asleep; he purposefully drooled a bit and then started tossing and turning as if he were having a bad dream. Team could only hope that his act was believable!

It must have been because as soon as Hia Win opened the bathroom door he rushed to Team’s side. “It’s just a dream,” Hia said in a soothing voice as he gently shook Team’s shoulders. “Wake up. Team. It’s just a dream, you’re ok.”

Team sat up suddenly and gasped. He looked at Hia with what he hoped was a sleepy and confused look. “Hia?”

“You were having another bad dream,” Hia Win explained. He looked so concerned that it made Team’s heart flip-flop. “You had two other bad dreams last night too.”

Team scrunched his forehead as he thought about that. “Oh,” he said with realization. “I woke up last night and you were here. That wasn’t a dream.” He should have realized that sooner.

Hia looked extremely worried. “Do you remember anything else?” He was probably trying to find out if Team had been awake fifteen minutes ago…

“Just the dreams,” Team answered and shuddered. It wasn’t a fake response either— his dreams were never good.

Now Hia looked more concerned and sad than worried. “What are your nightmares about, Team? What scares you so much.”

“The water,” Team answered honestly, too shocked at the question to think through his answer first.

Hia’s eyebrows rose in shock. “You’re afraid of the water?”

Well, he might as well be honest now that he said something. “Yes.”

“Afraid of what? Drowning?” Hia’s question received a slight nod. “Then why do you swim?” His question wasn’t judgmental or cynical; it was only filled with concern.

“I have to be perfect.”

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It never happened. Or at least that’s how Team and Hia Win acted. Hia never mentioned what happened in that bed while on the trip and Team continued to act clueless.

He wasn’t clueless, though. Team remembered every touch, every feel, the way Hia smelled, the noises Hia made. He wished it hadn’t ended there. Team could only dream about how it would have felt for Hia’s hands to keep roaming— to move lower and touch his erection, to feel Hia’s fingers wrap around him and stroke. He could only dream…

If only he could dream about that. Instead Team’s nights were still terrorized by nightmares of Mae. The restful feelings from that night with Hia were completely gone before the next week ended.

The following Monday Team showed up to swim practice and was shocked to see that the coach was missing. Shocked wasn’t the right word though— more like disappointed.

“Alright boys,” Phruek’s voice rang out after a sharp whistle, “Coach might not be here today but that’s no reason to slack off. The first competition is next week!”

The pool area erupted in cheers but Team couldn’t help but groan. He hated competitions and the pressure that came with it. And… and…

No, he couldn’t think about that. He had to concentrate. Team shut off his brain and focused his entire attention on swimming.

It worked, like always. But also like always it ended as soon as Team left the pool. His mind started churning again, only now made worse because of his aching muscles.

“P’Dean?” Team caught the club president’s attention.

“The usual?” P’Dean responded.

“Yup. And I’ll tell Pharm how awesome you are.”

P’Deans face glowed. “He knows.”

Dammit! Pharm was keeping secrets from him?!? But Win didn’t have the energy to get upset. Instead he trudged to the supply room and collapsed.

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“Team!” Mae’s voice screeched in his ears. “Team! Team! Team! Team!” He couldn’t stand it! His tiny body huddled under his bedsheets, shaking at Mae’s shrill voice. “Team! Team! Team! Team!” She ripped the sheets off of him, destroying his hiding place! She grabbed his tiny shoulders and shook him mercilessly. “Team! Team! Team! Team!”

“TEAM!” That voice…
“TEAM! Wake up!”

Team bolted up in bed, gasping as he clutched his head. Mae’s voice still rang in his memory, haunting him.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” Hia Win whispered soothingly.

When Team’s heart finally calmed down from the dream he was left burning with embarrassment. “Sorry Hia.”

Hia Win raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Team nodded though he didn’t agree. He had done so many things wrong. He wasn’t perfect, he wasn’t good enough. He was broken.

But he pretended to be fine and stood up from the cot, only to stumble into the coach. “Body aches again,” the man asked. When Team nodded, Hia went into professional mode.

“We’ll start out with a simple forward bend. Sit down, legs straight in front of you, hands resting on your thighs.”

Team hesitantly got in position. He didn’t really…

The coach laid his hands flat against Team’s back. The fingertips stroked up and down until the man came back to his senses. “Stretch,” he directed and Team obeyed. But Team’s tired and aching muscles couldn’t stretch far, so Win pushed gently with his hands against Team’s back. The boy groaned at the difficult position. “Does it hurt?” Coach Win asked but didn’t lessen the pressure.

“Yeah,” Team muttered followed by another groan. “But feels good.” Not only could he feel his muscles start to respond to the stretch but also his senses were ablaze with the nearness of the man. Team could smell him, hear each breath and feel those breaths against his neck. So hot.

“Shit,” he couldn’t stop from moaning. Dammit! How embarrassing!!! “I… I think that’s enough. I’m feeling better. Thanks Hia!”

Team tried to get away but the coach was faster; Win wrapped his arms around Team’s torso and pulled him close. The swimmer’s heart thundered wildly— and was he imagining things or was Hia’s heart pounding too???

There was a short gasp from Win, surprised at his own actions, but he didn’t loosen his hold. “You aren’t going anywhere yet.” Was that a threat… or a promise??? “You need to loosen up, relax. It’s not safe to swim when your body is this damaged. Now stay put! We’re doing the butterfly stretch next.”

Team’s mind momentarily blanked at the mention of “we.” Would Hia touch him again?!? Quickly Team brought his feet together in front of himself in the proper pose. He was a bit disappointed when he started the stretch alone, but soon thrilled when he felt the coach leaning over him… and his mouth dropped open when the men pressed hands against his thighs. Team’s body tingled: from the deep stretch but mostly from the feel of the strong hands on his thighs. Hands that were so close to…

“Breathe,” the coach corrected. “Proper breathing is essential,” he instructed sternly, yet his fingers unknowingly were shifting up Team’s legs. “Breathe,” Win repeated. But this time his head was lowered right aside of Team’s; so close that the puffs of air caressed against Team’s ear. Team took a deep breath from surprise, which the coach praised. “Good. Deep breaths.”

The swimmer followed his coach’s instructions through the stretch for several repetitions. Then they moved on to the next one. “Lay down, Team.”

Team turned around in shock and stared at his coach with wide eyes. Win just playfully rolled his eyes and repeated, “Lay down. Team.” The way Win said his name sounded like a purr. “On your back.” Team was helpless against the sultry smirk and obeyed immediately. Win’s eyes traveled up and down the boy’s body before announcing: “Supine hamstring stretch. Lift one leg up.” Team gulped: why did that sound so sensual?!?

Coach Win knelt right in front of Team’s raised leg— which quivered in anticipation. Win misunderstood the movement and asked, “Does this stretch hurt?”

“N… no Hia. It’s ok.” Team wanted to look away in embarrassment but yet his eyes wanted to stay on Hia’s gorgeous face.

A mischievous smirk followed that as Win said, “Good. Because we’re going to go harder and deeper.”

Oh my god! Team gasped at suggestive words and then gasped again as the man grasped his ankle and pulled it to rest on the man’s shoulder. Then Team gasped another time when Win placed a hand on Team’s thigh. With each assisted stretch the coach’s hand traveled lower and lower down Team’s thigh.

In fact, they pretty much stopped stretching and instead stared at each other as they breathed deeply. Hia’s left hand circled around Team’s ankle which was still help up against the man’s shoulder. And then Win was gently rubbing his cheek against Team’s ankle. Team never imagined that such an act would be so erotic.

As the coach’s cheek continued to nuzzle, his right hand strayed the final stretch down Team’s leg. His long fingers dug gently into Team’s hip. Those fingers traveled lightly then down the curve of Team’s thigh and to his ass.

Hia was touching his ass! On purpose this time— both of them wide awake! Team couldn’t stop the gasp. (He really needed to learn how to control his reactions!)

“Are you ok? Is this too much?” Hia’s eyes were filled with concern. He started to withdraw his hands.

“Yes! I mean no! Shit!” Team was so flustered, which actually caused his Hia to relax. “Yes I’m ok. No it’s not too much.” Team gulped before daring to say, “You can keep going.”

The coach’s eyes flared with hunger as his eyes devoured Team’s body offered up to him. Win’s hand slowly ran over the side of Team’s ass, with his eyes closed. Then he sighed reluctantly and pulled away.

“You probably have classes to get to, Team.”

Team’s eyes darted to the clock on the wall. “Shit! I have 15 minutes!” He looked back at his coach but didn’t know what to say.

So he got up and ran.

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Win was fighting a losing battle. Not for the first time he asked himself if it was even worth fighting. Would it be so bad to be with Team?

Why was it wrong? Team was an adult. They were only 5 fucking years apart! That was nothing! As far as Win being an adjunct professor… Well, he didn’t actually teach any of Team’s classes. It’s not like he was soliciting the student with promises of better grades. He just wouldn’t cover for Tul again and then there’d be no conflict.

There remained the fact that Win was the swim club’s coach. But did that really sway things? Swimming wasn’t a sport where favoritism would benefit anyone. It wasn’t like a group sport where Win could threaten to bench the kid or promise to put him in the game. No… swimming was very objective; it was all about times. Nothing Win did would make Team faster.

“FUCK!” Win roared, pulling his hair while sitting at his desk. The nighttime practice had been impossible. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Team’s lean body, his perfect swimming form… the bulge barely hidden by his tight swimsuit. Win had never really thought anything of swimmer’s tight suits… not until Team. Each time he glanced at Team out of the water, he imagined what that mound would look like when freed from the damn material.

Of course everything now was a hundred times worse after…

“Fuck,” Win groaned. He never should have helped Team stretch that morning. Win didn’t think anything of it at first; he’d helped dozens of patients stretch during their physical therapy. This was his job. But. No. That all disappeared the moment his hands touched Team’s body. His body ached for more. Win imagined pressing Team forward while fucking into him from behind. What would the boy’s breathing sound like as Win thrust into him over and over again? And then he envisioned Team flat on his back, legs spread wide and wrapped around Win’s body. He could almost feel their bodies coming together, rocking into each other, deeper and harder each time.

“Fuck,” Win sighed deeply. He rubbed at his face, trying to bring it under control. Instead he only caused his skin to sting.

Enough. That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore.

Win stood as he finally made a decision. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. All he knew at that moment was that he needed to give this a chance. He couldn’t wait anymore. He had to see Team, needed to touch his soft cheeks, kiss his plump lips…

He had no idea where Team would be by now— practice ended 45 minutes ago. But still he hurried out of his office, through the locker room, determined to find the kid no matter how long it took.

It took 10 seconds.

Team was sitting at the pool trying to stretch his sore muscles. Damn kid needs to take better care of his body, Win thought with a smile. He could take care of Team’s body…

Win’s approach startled Team. “Hia,” the boy stuttered in surprise. Damn, Win melted each time he heard that voice say Hia.

He reached out a hand to pull Team up— and pulled harder than the kid anticipated. Soon Team was stumbling into Win, their mouths just a breath apart. They grasped onto each other’s waists for stability as their chests heaved in anticipation from the sudden closeness.

“Can I kiss you?” Win braved to ask.

Team swallowed hard, his nod barely visible. But it was there. The boy craved Win just as much as Win craved him!

Win pulled Team closer and their lips came together. Finally!

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“Can I kiss you?”

Team swallowed hard. Was this actually happening? He couldn’t be dreaming, right? No, this was definitely real: he was out by the pool, stretching his sore muscles, contemplating going back in and asking Hia to help him stretch. But before he could make a decision, Hia appeared.

The question echoed through his stunned mind: Can I kiss you? Had he heard that correctly? Is that really what Hia said? Team nodded ever so slightly, his nod barely visible.

They were both completely still for a moment, then another moment. Team swallowed thickly with nerves. Was this going to happen? Did Hia change his mind? What if Team wasn’t a good kisser and Hia laughed at him? Team had no experience, no clue what to do…

And then all thoughts stopped as Hia Win’s head tilted ever so slowly and closed the small distance between them. Team’s mouth opened in surprise… and Hia took it as an invitation. Win licked into Team’s mouth, caressing the inside as if trying to discover every part of him.

Hia pulled back for a brief moment, looking into Team’s eyes for assurance before tilting his head again and bringing their lips back together. Team leaned into the kiss and this time it was he who ventured his tongue into the other’s mouth. It felt slightly awkward, this was his first time kissing, was he doing it right? Did Hia like it? Would Hia Win be satisfied? Could— WHAT?!

Both were moaning into each other’s mouth, pressing their bodies even closer. Was that… SHIT! Team could feel Hia! He could feel Hia’s erection— it was throbbing against Team’s own. Team moaned into the coach’s mouth again… Shit! Their dicks were pressing into each other creating a sweet friction. Team never felt this good before, not when touching himself. Their cocks were still completely clothed but the sensations rippled through his body. Team couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting into Hia’s, aching to feel their erections rubbing together. Another thrust…

Then nothing! Team whined at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes to see Hia Win pull back. A million doubts ran through his head but he held Hia’s gaze, trying desperately to look brave.

“There’s a camera here,” the coach explained. “Let’s go back inside.” And then the man turned to walk away. Team stood alone for a moment. And another moment. Is this what he wanted? Was he ready for this?

Yes.

Team determinedly followed his coach until they stopped in the locker room. Win reached for Team’s hand to pull him forward and spun up against the lockers. Team gasped at the force but also with anticipation. Hia was getting closer… closer…

Win’s hands stroked along Team’s chest before moving towards the buttons on his shirt. The boy closed his eyes and shivered as his chest became exposed. He was exposed… Team suddenly worried that someone might catch them. “What if someone sees us?”

“There’s no one here,” Hia answered breathlessly before devouring Team. That’s how it felt as the coach kissed his neck, licking and sucking. Team gasped at the tingling sensation as Hia sucked hard while he rubbed his hands under the boy’s shirt, touch flesh. Then Win switched, devouring the other side of Team’s neck. Their breathing grew ragged and their cocks rubbed against each other almost painfully.

More! He needed more! He got his wish as Win’s lips left his neck and came after his own. Their lips slid against each other, wet and fierce. They were starving for each other’s taste, having denied their feelings for so long!

Again Win’s desperate lips traveled to Team’s neck. Win leaned in to lick a long strip before sucking Team’s ear into his mouth. The boy gasped at this new feeling! He moaned and clutched Hia closer when the man’s tongue circled his earlobe. Team couldn’t breathe when Hia’s teeth gently tugged at his ear before sucking it into his mouth again. Team almost passed out when his ear slid out of Hia’s mouth with a wet ‘plop.’

This was the best experience of his life… and Team then felt insecure about his inexperience. “You’ve probably done this a lot… You’re so famous and so hot, you could do this with anyone else.”

Hia’s expression looked wounded from the words before he nuzzled into Team’s neck again, breathing in his scent. “There’s no one else. It’s only you now. It will always be only you.”

Team’s heart melted at the words. But he stupidly kept talking instead of kissing. “Hia… Our relationship now… What is it?” He gulped with fear and uncertainty. “No one’s being taken advantage of… right?”

“Fuck,” Hia groaned, leaning into Team’s neck yet again. “I’ll show you, I swear, with my words and my actions. So that you don’t doubt my feelings ever again.”

“What if I get bored?” Team wanted to smack himself! Why couldn’t he shut up! What was he even saying?!?

“Then we’ll break up,” Hia responded with sad eyes. “But… Team… I don’t think I could ever let you go, Team.”

That was enough reassurance. Team wanted this. He craved this. So his fingers slid to Win’s shirt, working the buttons open and then slipped the shirt off of the man’s shoulders. There right in front of Team’s eyes was the chest he’d always fantasized over, the large tattoos that the boy had always wanted to see and touch. The boy wrapped his arms around his coach, knowing that his fingers weren’t only pressed into the man’s back but also were right overtop the man’s beautiful wing tattoos. Team wanted to see them… but he wanted to kiss even more.

So he let Hia lead, let the man crash their lips together again, let the man’s tongue enter him and explore. Team’s fingers dug deep into Win’s back; he heard Hia moan into his mouth before fully removing Team’s shirt as well.

Their kisses continued, on fire as the lust flamed within themselves. Their hips joined the frenzy, pushing into each other, harder and faster. Hia’s hands descended down Team’s back, down, down, until he was cupping Team’s ass with his strong hands. Their hips joined as the boy whined, burning with need, desperate for Hia’s hands to be on his bare flesh.

“Hia…” Team panted into Win’s ear as the man shoved his hands under the boy’s clothing. “Hia I’m ready.”

Win’s head dropped to Team’s shoulder as he sighed restlessly. The man licked Team’s neck, sucked lightly, but then stopped with a heavy sigh. “You think you’re sore now,” Coach murmured into the swimmer’s ear. “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight let alone swim.”

Team gulped at the words— were they meant as a warning or a promise? “I’m ready,” Team repeated.

“I am too,” Hia Win confessed before placing a chaste kiss to Team’s nose… “but not tonight.” Their foreheads rested against each other while their breathing slowed. They stayed together silently, soaking in the feel of their arms still around each other.

Team felt desperate though for Hia Win’s hands on his ass to keep exploring. “Hia,” he whined.

Win pulled back with a smirk on his gorgeous face. He ruffled the kid’s hair and then pinched a cheek. “You’re adorable, Team.”

But Team didn’t like the sound of that. “No I’m not.” Couldn’t he be sexy or hot? Why adorable?

“Yes you definitely are,” Hia insisted, this time pinching both cheeks. “That’s a good thing, Team, believe me.”

“If you say so,” Team muttered, still not completely sure.

“You’re adorable and I just want to touch every part of you. I want to watch your face as I make you fall apart. Oh my god, that’ll be so hot.”

Team was happier with that… and he wanted it too. “You could… now…”

Hia Win laughed as he took a step back. “You’re so tempting, Nong. Dammit, how am I supposed to resist you?”

“Don’t,” Team said confidently. “Don’t stop yourself.”

The coach sighed heavily and took another step back. “I’m not going to take your virginity in a locker room, Nong,” Hia sighed.

Team’s face flushed as he stuttered. “Virgin? Me? Why would you think that? I’m not a kid! I know what I want and it’s you.”

“Fuck,” Win growled through clenched teeth, restraining himself. “Team, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin.”

“Really?”

Win bit his lip before answering, “It’s actually kinda hot. I’ll be your first.” His eyes soaked in the sight of Team’s bare chest and bit his lip again.

“Hia…”

Win stepped back again. “Not tonight, Team. You deserve better than a quick fuck up against the lockers.” The words caused a desperate whine from Team but Win didn’t change his mind. “Not before the competition, Nong. After that, if you still want to…”

“I will,” Team assured, causing the coach to laugh.

“You’re fucking adorable,” Win said again. “Team… I… I really like you. A lot. I want you to know. I’m not playing around here. I’ve really thought about this. About you. And I want to get to know you more— not just to fuck you but to fall in love with you. Team… I can see it. I can see myself falling in love with you. Damn, I like you so much already.” Hia took a step closer to the boy but paused. “I’m your coach, Nong. This can’t just be a whim… I’m not asking you to commit yourself to me for life… not now… But… Is this at least something you want to try seriously? To date? Fuck— that sounds weird! I’m your coach. But I want to date you, exclusively. Will you be my boyfriend?”

“YES!” Team practically shouted, causing Win to laugh and ruffle his hair.

“Think about it a little more. Seriously. Then give me your answer. Ok?”

Team nodded. He could do that.

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Pharm and Team were in his dorm room working on a project. Team was finding it hard to focus— there was too much on his mind.

“Team!” Pharm shouted and tossed a pillow at his friend’s head. “What is going on with you?!”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Team retorted while sticking out his tongue. His friend looked extremely guilty. “Yes, I heard from P’Dean. You’re dating, aren’t you?”

Pharm looked down sheepishly. “Maybe… Ok yes. We hooked up at the swim club’s retreat. And… I just… I love him so much… I was afraid of jinxing things by talking about it.”

Team rolled his eyes. “There’s no jinxing this— you two were made for each other. You’re soulmates.”

The smaller boy smiled wide. “I think we are.” But then the dreamy look left his eyes as he focused on Team again. “But what’s going on with YOU! Something is obviously bothering you.”

How did he answer that?!? “It’s complicated…”

“You have a crush on someone. Does she— or he— like you too?” Pharm looked entirely too invested in the answer.

“He. He likes me too. A lot. He said he can see himself falling in love with me,” Team confessed.

Pharm squealed loudly. “Oh my god, that’s so romantic! Wow! What did you say? Are you dating?”

Team scratched his neck anxiously. “He told me to think about it, because he’s serious about this and doesn’t want to just play around.”

“TEAM!!! That’s great! He sounds perfect!” Pharm was practically hopping up and down from excitement. “Who is it? Do I know him?”

“Ummm… That’s the thing…” Team hesitated, looking away from Pharm. He gathered every bit of courage and blurted out, “It’s Hia. Coach Win.”

Pharm’s excited smile instantly disappeared. “What? You’re kidding, right?” When Team shook his head Pharm shouted, “He’s a professor! He’s your coach!”

“I know. You think I don’t know that?”

“This could ruin his career,” Pharm gasped.

Team panicked. He hadn’t thought of that. “He’s not my professor though. It’s not like I’m dating him for good grades!”

“He’s your coach,” Pharm reminded.

“Yes… he is… But he’s not treating me any differently than anyone else. And it’s not like he can help me cheat or anything.”

Pharm sighed deeply. He tried to gather his thoughts and then asked, “You always call him Hia— Why?”

“I followed his career when I was younger. All the kids in the swim club called him Hia Win. It just kind of stuck. And he likes when I call him that.”

Pharm nodded slowly. “So… you like him because he’s your childhood idol… Not because you actually LIKE him as a real person. Team, that’s not fair to him.”

Team was flustered. Was that true? Did he really not like the real Win? Was it just a childish hero-worship?

“Maybe at first,” Team admitted. “But I’ve gotten to know him— the real him. And he’s amazing. So smart. Kind. He likes helping other people, and not just because it’s his job. He’s patient. He’s funny and fun to be with. He likes drinking iced caramel macchiatos, only a half pump syrup, with whipped cream. He keeps my nightmares away. I can actually sleep when I’m with him— He sits with me when I sleep on the cot after practice. And Pharm…” This was hard to admit to his best friend, “When I’m with him I don’t feel like I’m damaged beyond repair. I don’t feel like I’m drowning all the time. I don’t have to pretend with him, and I don’t have to be perfect. He likes me how I am even though I’m broken.”

Pharm’s eyes were sad. “You can be yourself with me, you know. I don’t think you’re damaged.”

Team felt slightly guilty, but he did smile mischievously and ask, “But do you want to fuck me?”

“TEAM!!!”

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Win couldn’t sleep. He’d just had the best experience of his life. He finally confessed to Team… Fuck, that was amazing. Win had never felt this way about anyone before.

But then he started to worry. Was it too risky giving Team time to think about it?!? What if Team decided no?!?

“Fuck!” Win groaned while pulling his hair. He was never going to fall asleep— he was too nervous.

Win was shocked when the doorbell rang. Who the fuck was visiting him at this time of night?! He trudged reluctantly to the door and opened it— surprised to see Tul.

“What are you doing here?” Win complained.

“Nice to see you too,” Tul greeted as he barged in and then grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sat down on the couch and groaned.

What the actual fuck— Win muttered before grabbing a drink for himself and sitting with his friend.

“How am I supposed to ask your brother to date me when my health is so unstable?!?”

Win rolled his eyes at his friend’s dilemma. “You say- Waan will you be my boyfriend?”

Tul shot him a dirty look. “It’s not that easy! My bloodwork results came back with some issues. I can’t ask Waan to date me if I’m going to end up really sick again.”

“You’re an idiot,” Win informed his friend. “Waan is a grown adult. He can decide for himself if he wants to take that risk. But seriously, Tul, my brother is so fucking in love with you! And he already knows about all of this. He visited you every day you were in the hospital two years ago!”

The answer didn’t satisfy Tul. He gulped down his beer and then sagged against the couch dramatically. “I hate being sick!”

“It’s not supposed to be fun,” Win countered.

“You’re an ass,” Tul complained.

“An ass who just told you that your crush is in love with you.”

Tul was dramatically silent for a few minutes before suddenly sitting up straight. “Can you cover my class again?”

Shit! Win panicked. “Which class?”

“Same as before— anatomy.”

Shit! “Sorry Tul. I don’t think I can.”

“Jerk,” Tul complained. “Are you joking? Or are you serious?”

Shit! “I’m serious. I can’t cover that class. I can do any other class but not that one.”

Tul sat up straight and stared at his friend. He was intrigued now. “Why can’t you teach anatomy? Win?”

Fuck! “I just can’t.”

“Spill it. Tell me.”

Now it was Win’s turn to dramatically slouch on the couch. “Not saying.” But Tul was relentless. “Okay, fine! I can’t teach the class because there’s a student in it who… well, I can’t be a professor to him.”

“Why not?” Tul’s eyes narrowed, drilling into Win.

“I think I’m in love with him,” Win finally admitted it out loud.

“What the FUCK! He’s a STUDENT!”

“He’s not my student,” Win defended himself. “There’s no conflict if I don’t teach him. So I can’t cover for you.”

“This is a nightmare,” Tul groaned. “If he’s not your student, how do you even know him? He’s… Don’t tell me he’s on the swim team!”

Win remained silent.

“He’s a kid from the swim club?!? Dammit, Win!”

“I know, I know! I tried, really I did. I tried to not love him… but it happened.”

Tul grabbed Win’s beer and gulped it down too. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

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The day was not starting off right. Team had overslept. Again. Yet he’d only gotten around 3 hours of sleep altogether. He had trouble falling asleep because his mind went back and forth between worrying over Pharm’s words and remembering the feel of Hia’s lips. It was an emotional roller coaster. When he finally would fall asleep, it wouldn’t last for long.

Thank god Sea knocked on his door that morning or Team would have missed practice. And missed Hia.

Hia.

Sigh…

Team was so confused. He was positive that his feelings for Hia Win were authentic, not just leftover obsession from his youth. But he was worried about Hia’s job. Would it really be bad for them to date?

The boy’s mind was swimming with worries; he did not notice that everyone had left the locker room. With a yawn Team took off his shirt reluctantly. When he turned to head towards the pool, he jolted with shock.

“Hia, you scared me! You came out of nowhere!” Team’s body heated at the closeness of the coach. Close enough to lean in and kiss…

“Don’t be so scared,” Hia Win countered with a smirk. Then more seriously he asked, “What’s your latest record? Is it up to criteria?”

“Better than the criteria,” Team bragged and stuck out his tongue. And then his body heated even more, wondering what Hia would taste like…

The coach tried to sound stern but they both felt the fire burning between them. “Make sure to Keep the momentum up.”

Team wanted to impress his Hia, but he also wanted to be open and honest. He lost his previous confidence, looked down, and began to fidget. “But I’m still nervous every time I swim.”

Win stepped even closer, backing Team into the locker; the coach placed his hands on the lockers next to Team’s hips, so close to bare skin.

“Hia, what are you doing?” Team could barely breathe as he anticipated what Hia Win would do next.

“I’m trying to be supportive,” Win explained with a sly smile. He leaned in for a kiss, just a breath away. Team was uncertain; his face wavered and he closed his eyes, ready to be kissed.

Instead Team felt something extremely cold against his cheek! His eyes instantly opened wide. “Hia!” Team squeaked, grabbing the bottle away from his cheek.

“What did you think I was going to give you?”

“Nothing!” Team was so embarrassed! Of course Hia wasn’t going to kiss him… Maybe Hia regretted everything from the night before. Maybe…

Win darted his head forward to quickly press a kiss to Team’s pouting lips, then quickly pulled away smirking. Team puts hands to lips with big surprised eyes but by then the coach was already gone.

Team’s heart was thundering. As he took a sip of the drink he felt wide awake and completely energized for practice.

Out at the pool Coach blew the whistle. “Okay guys, when you’re done warming up get in the water!” After another whistle, the swimmers hurried to the pool; Team hung back though. Why? Was it because he was too tired? Was he too distracted? Was he afraid to get in the water? Or maybe— just maybe— Team hung back because he wanted a personal moment with the coach.

It worked: the coach walked over to Team, looking very concerned. “Did you warm up enough? Do you need some extra help stretching?” Hia winked suggestively.

Shit! Team wanted that so much! His cock twitched, ready for Hia to touch him again. Team couldn’t help but bite his lip in anticipation. The coach’s eyes slowly looked down Team’s half naked body; the man raised an eyebrow when he looked at the boy’s swimsuit. “I think you need to get in the water, Nong,” Hia Win purred. “You need to cool off a bit.”

SHIT! Team flushed from embarrassment; he hoped that none of the other guys had noticed! “Hia… You… You were teasing me… I can’t help it…”

“Such an adorable Nong,” Hia Win praised. “I just want to pinch your cheeks and pat your head.” The words made Team groan. Win looked him in the eyes and promised: “Give me your best in the pool and I’ll give you the best stretching of your life afterwards.”

Shit! Team could feel his cock hardening at the promise. He remembered the last time Hia helped him stretch… Quickly Team hurried to the pool and jumped in, the cold water easing his erection… or at the least hiding it.

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Team was on fire! His swimming was impeccable and he even beat his best time. Who knew that Coach Win could be so motivating?

As the swimmers changed in the locker room they all talked about the upcoming competition, just days away. A, Bee, and Sea couldn’t stop talking about Team’s great practice and his chances of winning a medal. If only they knew how much he’d rather not compete… how he’d rather one of them win… but that couldn’t happen… not with Mae… Team couldn’t disappoint her.

Team was lost in his thoughts until P’Dean jovially slapped his shoulder. “Nong Pharm wants to all have lunch together later today. Manaow and Phruek too. Are you free?”

“I should be, yes. Did he cook something amazing for us to eat?” Team’s eyes glazed over dreamily as he imagined Pharm’s desserts.

P’Dean laughed. “I think so. My baby makes the best food.” And then HIS eyes glazed over. “I could just eat him up he’s so cute.”

“Gross!” Team yelled while pushing his Phi away. “Go away!” Then he turned his complete attention to dreaming up what Pharm could have made. Something sweet? Savory? Spicy? Salty? … Damn, now Team wanted chips. He moaned while changing as he thought of buying a bag of chips before class.

“What are you thinking about that has you moaning?” The coach’s voice shocked Team. “I hope you’re not daydreaming about someone else, Nong.”

“I only daydream about you, Hia.” Team smacked his lips as soon as he spoke; he had not meant to say that out loud!

But Hia didn’t laugh or poke fun. Instead his eyes smoldered. “There’s only you in my daydreams, Nong.” Both stared at each other for far too long until a thought broke through in the coach’s mind. “I made a promise to you. Are you ready?”

Shit! Yes! Of course Team was ready! To be alone with Hia, to have his hands touching him. Team nodded happily and walked towards the supply room. He stood nervously by the cot while Hia followed him. And locked the door. Team swallowed thickly in anticipation.

“You were good today, Team,” the coach murmured with a voice that was far too sexy. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You’re beautiful in the water. Fuck, so perfect.” Win practically purred that last part as he reached his hands out to rub Team’s arms. The sleeves of his shirt were in the way and Hia snarled at the offensive material. “Can I?” Win asked the question with anticipation.

“Please.” Before Team could add another word, Hia was unbuttoning his shirt and slipped it from the boy’s body.

“Much better,” Hia praised. “Your body is delicious, Nong,” he praised again while tracing fingertips up and down the swimmer’s arms. “Can I?” Win asked again.

“Yes,” Team moaned and his cock twitched at his Hia’s suggestive words.

Win stepped closer and embraced the boy. He held him for a few still moments but that wasn’t where he stopped. Hia Win tucked his face into Team’s neck, breathed in the scent, and then began kissing. He licked and sucked along Team’s neck, across his shoulder, and then back again. Team’s legs wobbled at the sensations forming in his stomach; his cock hardened more with each pass of Hia’s tongue.

Then Hia’s mouth went lower. Team gasped in shock as Hia kissed his chest and the sucked at his nipple. Shit! It sent a shiver through Team’s body and he couldn’t help but gasp and pull slightly back.

And so Hia paused and pulled back as well. Looking in each other’s eyes the coach asked, “Can I? Is it too much Nong?”

“Please!” Team gasped, desperate for more. “It just surprised me, that’s all. I didn’t know that could feel…” Team’s voice petered off with embarrassment. “I’m so clueless, Hia. I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking away.

But Win gently grasped the boy’s jaw, directing their eyes toward each other. “Never apologize for not being experienced.” The man’s eyes smoldered. “I’ll show you everything.”

“Please Hia!” Team begged again. His stomach dropped as Win dropped to his knees and took his own shirt off. The man dragged his hands up and down Team’s stomach and chest before circling around to his back. With that, the coach leaned in closer, bringing his lips to Team’s stomach. Win moaned as he licked and nipped at Team’s stomach.

“Hia!”

“Fuck Nong!” Win’s voice was ragged between kisses. “You’re so fucking delicious.” The man swiped his tongue across the boy’s stomach before dipping into his belly button.

“Oh my god,” Team gasped. He could hardly breathe, the feelings were so intense. The boy grasped onto his Hia’s hair as if it would help him keep standing. “Hia! PLEASE!” Team didn’t know what exactly he was begging for— he just knew that he needed more. He felt teeth nip at his skin and the sensation shot straight to his dick.

“Fuck Nong,” Hia Win groaned. “You’re so good for me,” he purred. “So hard already, aren’t you? My greedy boy.”

Team would have felt horribly embarrassed except that he was too lost in the pleasure. Hia’s mouth moved over Team’s pants, nipping through the material right over his hardened cock. “Hia!” Team cried out. “Please!”

Win mouthed at the boy’s erection twice more before pulling back slightly. “You want this? Or would you rather nap?” His question was accompanied by a sly grin.

“THIS!” Team cried. “This! Please!” Then Team’s pants and boxers were being pulled down, freeing his hard aching cock. “Please,” Team whimpered.

He didn’t need to ask again. To his shock and relief, Hia licked once up his cock before taking it all into his mouth. Team screamed recklessly, not caring if anyone was nearby to hear. All he could think about was the warmth and the slick feel of being inside Hia’s mouth.

Hearing Team’s screams made Win hmmm with praise; the vibrations sent a new rush of pleasure through Team’s body. The boy gripped the man’s shoulders, nails digging into muscles. It briefly crossed his mind that his fingers might leave marks— but any care about that flew from his mind when Win suddenly pulled away.

“Hia,” Team whined.

“Do you like this?” Win asked even though the answer was obvious. Team nodded and then Win asked, “Tell me what you want, Team. I need to hear it.”

Team’s body flushed even more. Did he have to say the words out loud? He blushed as the vulgar words came from his mouth: “I want you to suck me. Please Hia! I want you to make me come!” And then in response, Win growled hungrily and lowered his head again.

The boy’s panting grew faster and louder as Win continued to explore with his mouth.
Team groaned deeply as he felt the coach massage his balls with his tongue and then start to place small kisses there, soon turning into torturous sucking. The sensations were too much to make sense out of! Team cried out, trying to express what he was feeling. The pain of the sucking on such a sensitive spot but yet the pleasure that it was bringing!

And then once again Win moved to take the boy’s erection into his mouth. He sucked— slowly at first. So damn slow.

Hia sucked as tightly as he could. He began moving up and down Team’s cock, taking it all in his mouth, then withdrawing to the tip… almost letting it pop out but not quite… then taking it all in again. An overwhelming rhythm of sucking and release.

Team was drowning in sensations. The pleasure of Hia’s mouth was shattering. Overwhelmed with lust, Team thrust into the man’s mouth. As soon as he did, he froze with worry from Win’s gagging. “Are you okay? I’m sorry Hia. I won’t do it again!”

But as Team looked down, Hia didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, there was something wild in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Do it again,” the coach ordered.

Once again Win swallowed Team’s cock into his mouth, gagging but not caring— Team obeyed and started to thrust his hips forward, into Win’s mouth. Harder and harder. And Hia took all of it.

Team felt a tightening in his stomach, losing himself to the touches. After one final thrust, he was drowning in nerve-exploding pleasure. And as the boy came, Win swallowed it all down, to the last drop.

Win rose from his knees slowly, gazing into Team’s eyes. With a lick of his lips he said, “I’ve been dying to know what you taste like Nong. Now I know,” he said with a wink. “Do you want a taste?”

The boy’s head was still floating from the bursting orgasm. He nodded yes without fully understanding what Hia meant— all Team knew was that Hia Win was happy. He felt himself being lifted into strong arms and held close; he felt hot breath puffing on his neck; he felt himself being laid down on the cot; and he felt lips graze against his right before a tongue plunged into his mouth.

Team growled in confusion. What was that taste?

“That’s you,” Hia answered with a chuckle. “I told you that you were delicious.”

The boy scrunched his nose in disagreement; he most definitely was not delicious. But Team couldn’t put the words together. Instead he drifted off to sleep.

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Win was about to fucking burst. Fuck! He’d never been a huge fan of blow jobs— not getting them and definitely not giving them. But with Team it was completely different. Win wanted nothing but to please the boy, to make him feel things he’d never felt. To be the kid’s first in everything.

He smiled wryly while watching Team sleep. Thinking about it like that made it seem like Win got nothing out of it and only did it to give the kid pleasure. But dammit, Win had loved every moment. He hadn’t lied when he said he daydreamed only about Team and that he wondered what Team tasted like.

“Fuck,” Win moaned. He didn’t regret for a moment what they’d done… … … But he WAS mad at himself for not getting Team’s official answer yet. Why had he sucked the boy’s cock without checking that he actually wanted to date? Win actually smacked his forehead in frustration with himself.

Sure, he’d asked Team multiple times if he really wanted Win to continue— he Win had no desire to cross any lines. But Team had wanted to be touched just as much as Win wanted to touch Team.

But those “yes” gasps and moans didn’t necessarily mean that they were dating now.

“Fuck,” Win groaned again. Now not only was his cock painfully swollen and needing release, but his mind was also woefully wrecked.

“What am I to you?” The words were whispered softly, filled with love but also a touch of fear.

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Win watched the boy sleeping, admiring every feature. How had he gotten so lucky to find Team??? He didn’t deserve the kid, but he was certain he’d never be able to let him go now.

A quick glance out the window confirmed to Win that he had to wake the sleeping cutie. He smirked, deciding to wake the boy with kisses.

Soft kisses fluttered across Team’s cheek, causing the kid to grumble. But soon he smiled happily as he stretched the sleep away. “Hia,” he laughed.

“Time to wake up, Nong,” Win whispered as he continued the soft kisses. His lips found their way to the boy’s ear and playfully nipped at it. Team shivered at the feeling and Win’s heart soared at being the only person to have had the privilege of bringing Team pleasure.

“Don’t want to,” Team complained. “Stay in bed,” he added with a yawn.

“You look good in my bed,” Win smiled. “I want you here every night.”

“Okay. I’ll stay in your bed all day.” Team pulled the blanket over his head, effectively cutting off Win’s kisses.

“Not today, Nong. It’s the big day.”

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Chapter 10

The nightmares grew worse as the competition approached. It was affecting every aspect of Team’s life. In fact, his swim times at practice were several seconds longer than normal. Everyone noticed— no one said anything.

Except for Coach Win. As everyone got out of the pool at the end of practice, the coach called out: “Team! Shower and change, then come to my office. Everyone else is dismissed! Take it easy today, tomorrow’s the first competition.”

N’Bee slung an arm around Team’s drooping shoulders. “Don’t stress out, Phi! You’re going to be great tomorrow! Today was just an off day, that’s all.”

“Exactly,” N’A piped in as he tossed a towel at Team. “You’re always great!”

“Yeah,” Team muttered, completely deflated. “I have to be great.”

Quietly Team showered, ignoring all of the excited chatter around him. Although he was silent, his mind was screaming. ‘What will Mae say? What if I fail? What is Hia thinking? Will Hia not love me if I’m not good enough? Is he disappointed with me like Mae?’

By the time Team was dressed, there were still no answers to his questions. Reluctantly he sighed and walked towards Coach’s office. He knocked twice and then entered, not daring to look at the coach.

“Close the door and sit,” the coach’s voice barked with authority. Team gulped and did what he was told. He sat with his eyes focused on his hands which fidgeted nervously. He heard the sound of the blinds being closed…

And then was shocked to see Hia Win crouching in front of him. “Hia?” Team asked in confusion; the coach gently touched Team’s cheeks, his neck, his forehead, before settling on his shoulders.

“Are you feeling ok, Nong? Are you sick? Is something wrong?”

Team’s jaw dropped in confusion. Hia was… concerned? About Team? “You’re not mad? Aren’t you disappointed in me? I’m not good enough.” Team couldn’t help it— a few tears fell from his eyes. But those droplets didn’t go far because Hia gently kissed them away.

“Nong,” the coach whispered. “You’re afraid of me? You think I’d get mad at you over something like this?”

That felt like a trick question. “I’m not scared of you. I just… I just… I want to make everyone happy. I need to be perfect or I’ll disappoint everyone. I can’t do that!”

Hia leaned forward to rest their foreheads together. “That’s a lot of pressure to be carrying, Team. I would never purposefully put that amount of pressure on you. So please believe me, Nong.” Hia tilted Team’s head until their eyes were locked. “All I want is for you to be happy and well.” They stared at each other for a stretch of time until Team had time to process it. Then Hia asked again, “Are you feeling okay? Is something wrong?”

“My dreams are worse,” Team confided. “I can’t seem to get any sleep. They always get worse around competitions but this time it’s really bad.”

The coach thought carefully before coming up with a solution. “Sleep with me tonight.”

“YES!” Team shouted without hesitation. Finally!!! He craved his Hia’s touch so badly that it hurt.

“Calm down,” Win laughed. “Just sleeping with me. Next to each other. No sex, Nong.”

Team pouted. “Hia??? Please???”

Win just laughed again. “I told you before, not yet. Soon but not yet. No, Team, I mean spend the night at my apartment. I’ll try my best to help you sleep through the night.”

Sex was definitely what Team wanted and so he pouted. “I guess sleep sounds amazing too,” he caved. It did sound amazing… but having Hia’s hands on him again was still his secret goal for the night.

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They had to be careful. (Team tried not to dwell on all the implications of that fact.) Coach Win couldn’t just drive Team from campus to his apartment. So he texted the address to Team for later that night.

Team’s stomach was fluttering as his mind envisioned all sorts of scenarios. Yes Hia had said no sex… but Team wasn’t thinking at all about the next day’s competition. He just wanted to completely connect with Hia.

Full of nerves and anticipation, Team got off the bus and jogged down the street towards Hia’s apartment. His nerves continued as he rode the elevator to the fifth floor. His nerves almost shattered him when he rang the doorbell.

His nerves completely melted away at the sight of Hia opening the door. Hia Win was dressed so casually, in shorts and a faded T-shirt which had its sleeves cut off. His hair was slightly wet from a recent shower. Shit! Oh my god! Hia was so sexy!

“Come on in Nong Team,” Hia invited with a smirk. He grabbed Team’s backpack to carry it for him into the…

the…

the bedroom!

Team momentarily couldn’t breathe as he looked at Hia’s huge bed. So much space to roll around together, tangled in each other’s arms. Or, not as exciting, too much space that they would never touch each other in the bed. That option did NOT sound great to Team.

“Stop thinking dirty thoughts,” Hia laughed. “Take a shower and then come out to the kitchen. I have something TASTY for you.”

The boy’s imagination went wild! He scrubbed his body extra hard in anticipation of Hia’s mouth on him again. Team was half hard by the end of his shower; his growing erection was obvious through his pajama shorts. Although Team was embarrassed, his need to see Hia was stronger.

Out in the kitchen Team was shocked to see four different bags of chips! “My favorite!” Team yelled excitedly, his need for salty chips momentarily shadowing his need to Hia’s mouth. “Are they for me Hia?”

The coach tried to look stern but was overwhelmed by Team’s cuteness. “You’re adorable, Nong,” Win sighed. “Yes, it’s for you. I didn’t know what type you liked most.”

“I love all chips,” Team beamed. “They’re my favorite thing in the whole world!”

“Oh really?” Hia’s voice carried a hint of challenge. “So you like chips more than sex?”

“Yes,” Team said with a sassy tone and stuck out his tongue. He picked a bag and popped it open. “You give me chips but you refuse to give me sex.” Team smiled broadly at his rationale and ate several chips in one bite.

“Fuck,” Hia Win groaned. His eyes devoured the boy, traveling up and down his body, ending with his lips. He pulled Team toward him with a sudden grab. “You have some crumbs,” Hia informed right before leaning in to lick across Team’s lips. Win’s eyes were closed as he groaned at the taste and the touch. “Fuck,” he muttered again and pulled away.

“We can!” Team smiled. “Fuck. We can fuck!”

“Oh my god,” Hia groaned. “You’re such a temptation, Nong.” He took several steps back and grabbed another bag of chips. “We’re going to sit on the couch, Nong, eat our chips, and go to bed. TO SLEEP,” he added the last bit sternly.

Team shrugged, “Ok,” and skipped toward a couch. He plopped down and Hia sat next to him. As Team nibbled his chips, he took notice of the flavor Hia Win had.

“Oh those look tasty too! Can I have some? Please? Please Hia?” Team gave the cutest pout and puppy dog eyes, leaving his Hia defenseless. The boy cheered excitedly as he took the bag from Win and began munching.

“So… Why chips?” Hia was looking at Team with lusty eyes but also with sincere curiosity.

“Ummm, cuz they’re chips. Obviously.” Team happily ate another handful but noticed that his Hia was still looking for an answer. “You really want to know?”

Hia’s expression was soft. “I want to know everything about you.”

Team nodded; how had he gotten so lucky that this man wanted to know everything about him?!? Team took another bite and then answered.

“I wasn’t allowed to eat what I liked growing up. I remember eating chips with my Pa every time we went on an adventure. Then he died… and… well… My Mae never lets me eat what I want to eat. She knows what my favorite foods are and she makes me eat just that… But she doesn’t really know what my favorites are.” Team took another bite and smiled with his eyes closed. “When I came to University, I finally got to eat what I like. I got to figure out WHAT I like. And damn, I really like chips.”

Team finished his explanation and then glanced at Hia Win. The man was sitting completely still, mouth slightly opened, saying nothing. SHIT! Did Team say too much? Did Hia realize now that Team was a mess? That Team was a naughty son for not doing what his Mae wants him to do? SHIT! Team had ruined this before it even got to start! He slowly placed the bags on the coffee table in front of them and started to stand. It would be best if he left now…

Before Team could take two steps away, he felt two strong arms link around his waist and pull him down. Team blinked, finding himself in Hia’s lap, their faces so close.

“Why are you running away?”

“I’m not running away,” Team tried to lie, but Hia simply pulled the boy closer. Team closed his eyes and admitted, “I’m a bad person, and now you know.”

Hia’s chest rumbled as he pulled Team closer still, wrapping his arms completely around the boy. “Didn’t we talk about this same thing in my office? You don’t need to be afraid, Nong. I’m not going to get mad at you. Look at me,” Win implored, staring intently at Team. The boy slowly worked up the nerve to look up at his Hia, their eyes locking onto each other.

“Hia… I’m not good…” Team’s words were cut off by a quick kiss.

“Only I get to decide my feelings. And my feelings— my heart— it’s all for you, Team.”

Damn. That was the most romantic thing Team had ever heard. And it was Hia Win saying it to Team.

“I think I love you,” Team blurted out without thinking. As soon as his brain caught up, his eyes opened wide and he smacked his mouth.

Hia Win smirked and laughed. “Well, Nong, once you know for sure, tell me then.” He ruffled the boy’s hair and sighed. “Team… I wasn’t disappointed in you. It was more like, I was disappointed FOR you. That you lost your father. It sounds like you loved him and he loved you. And I’m disappointed FOR you that you have such a strict Mae. Of course you should be able to discover for yourself what you like and don’t like.”

Team sighed happily. “You understand me.” It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact.

“I completely understand.” The man held the boy closer and they sat in silence for a long time, simply enjoying each other’s touch. “Nong,” Win eventually spoke, “can I ask you a question?”

Ten minutes ago that question would have spiked fear in Team’s mind. He would have worried thinking that Hia was figuring out how broken he was inside. But now Team felt at peace in Hia’s arms, so he nodded.

“Nong… Do you have an answer for me yet? Did you think it through long enough?” Hia’s voice wavered, full of uncertainty.

“Hia!” Team laughed. “Are YOU afraid of ME now?” He laughed again as Win hid his face in Team’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t be here now if the answer wasn’t yes. I did think really carefully about it though. And I do have some questions… and concerns… But the answer is yes. I do want to be with you. To date you. Just you. I’m serious about this too.”

Win smiled triumphantly, as if he’d won another Olympic gold medal. “You’ve made me so happy, Nong,” he whispered. “I never expected to find this. I didn’t WANT to find this. But now that I’ve found you…” His voice faded away as his voice grew thicker. Team adjusted how he was seated, now straddling his Hia: their chests pressed together, their cocks rubbing together through the thin material of their sleep shorts. Win groaned loudly as he lifted his hips hard into Team. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Nong!” His hands lowered to Team’s ass, squeezing almost painfully hard yet it made Team whimper with desire. “You’re mine,” Win growled.

They both felt the way Team’s cock twitched at the words. “I am.”

The coach leaned into the boy, mouth everywhere all at once. The quiet room was filled with their heavy panting and gasping. When Team thrust hard down into his Hia, Win responded impulsively by biting down onto the boy’s shoulder.

“SHIT!” They both cried out but for very different reasons. Team shouted from the pleasure that pulsed through his body. He ached for more, shocked by how good that felt.

The other man, however, pushed the boy off. “Shit!” Hia repeated. “Is that going to leave a mark?!? FUCK!” He was near panicking. “The competition tomorrow… everyone will see it… Fuck!”

“Hia,” Team laughed at the man’s overreaction. “I don’t care if it leaves a mark. No one will know it’s from you. And now everyone will know I’m taken,” he explained proudly… before grimacing. “There’s a senior from another University who always tries asking me out. She can’t take no for an answer. She’s always trying to touch me too. She’s not even friends with any of her University’s swimmers. She just comes for me.” Team shivered. “So weird.”

Win growled protectively. “You’re mine,” he insisted with a deep voice. But after a moment he looked unsure about something. “Nong… Am I too much? Am I putting too much pressure on you to be with me? Fuck. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be with me. If you don’t want me to call you mine…”

The coach’s words were cut off when Team pressed a finger to his lips. “Hia, I already gave you my answer.” He scooted back onto the man’s lap. “Can you kiss me again now? Please?” He leaned in, lips so close to touching.

But Hia Win held Team back. “Nope. I don’t want to lose control again. You have a competition tomorrow. I can’t ruin you. You’re here to get rest and be ready for tomorrow, NOT to be in even worse shape.”

“Hia…” Team whined with a pout.

“Nope. In fact, you should try to sleep now. Up, let’s go.”

Team continued to pout as the walked to the bathroom; as they brushed their teeth; as the climbed into bed and under the covers. He worked up the biggest puppy dog eyes and begged, “Can you hold me? To keep me safe.”

Hia’s expression softened. “I’ll do everything possible to keep you safe Nong.” Then he shuffled over and draped an arm and leg over the boy’s body. With a kiss to the top of the head, Win whispered, “Good night.”

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Win had trouble sleeping that night. Fuck, it was hard to stay still with Team in his arms. Fuck, WIN was hard! But he controlled his urges and instead focused on Team’s easy breathing as he slept soundly.

It made Win’s heart swell to see Team sleep peacefully. It seemed that even asleep, Team knew he could trust “Hia” to keep him safe from the dreams.

So many thoughts crossed his mind while watching his boyfriend sleep.

-Damn, I’m dating a college kid! But I love Team so damn much.
-Who is this girl who dares to flirt with Team at competitions? How am I supposed to stand back if she tries tomorrow? I can’t act possessive in public! Can I? Fuck! But I love Team so damn much.
-What kind of twisted Mae broke Team so thoroughly and completely? It’s pretty clear she caused a lot of Team’s fears and insecurities. What kind of Mae would do that? If I ever meet her, how am I supposed to treat her? Because right now I want to scream. I love Team so damn much.
-Why the hell is Team scared of the water? Why is he scared of drowning? Why the FUCK is Team swimming when he’s so scared that the nightmares rob his sleep? How do I handle this as his coach? How do I handle this as his boyfriend? Because damn it, I love Team so damn much.

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For the first time in his University experience, Team wasn’t about to completely unravel as he looked out over the crowd. He wasn’t struggling with exhaustion (although it would have been nice to stay in bed all day) and he didn’t feel completely alone. This time he felt lighter knowing that there was someone nearby who knew what he was feeling, who knew how off balance Team really was.

Team’s eyes swept around, searching out Hia from the group of coaches, judges, and officials having their pre-competition meeting. Hia was so damn sexy: a serious look on his face, eyeglasses sliding down slightly along the bridge of his nose, lips pursed in concentration. Team’s stomach quaked as he remembered the feeling of those lips wrapped around his erection, so tight and hot.

“Team!”

A shrill female voice shocked the swimmer from his daydreams. If only that feminine voice belonged to Manow. But…

“Team! Team!”

The voice definitely did not belong to Manow. Team grit his teeth, hoping to ignore the voice calling for his attention, even though he knew it never worked. The voice was getting too close, making Team tense. He wasn’t surprised a few seconds later when two very feminine arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Gem,” Team whined, “let go.”

“But I missed you Team! I’m sure you missed me too!” She pulled him closer, causing Team to shutter. “Wait! What IS THAT?!?”

Team smiled broadly, realizing Gem had seen the mark that Hia had made the previous night. “What?” Team asked innocently.

It backfired however! Gem’s hands were now on Team’s bare shoulders, digging into his skin painfully. “Who did this to you?!? You said you had no intentions of having a girlfriend. Were you lying?!? Who are you dating? Is she here? What about me?!?”

Her voice was getting louder and more wild. Team’s eyes were wide with panic. This was terrible! It couldn’t possibly get any worse…

A loud whistle pierced through the arena. Hundreds of eyes snapped toward the source… Team gasped in astonishment. Coach Win was stalking their way, his face barely containing his annoyance. Was Hia mad at Team? The boy panicked, again trying to pull away from Gem yet she kept clinging.

“Get your hands off my swimmer,” the coach demanded. Barely contained anger roiled off his body, confusing the girl. No one had ever bothered her before for approaching Team.

“Who are you?” Gem asked with annoyance, hands still on Team’s body. The closest onlookers gasped in shock. EVERYONE knew who Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul was. At least, everyone who actually belonged at a swimming competition knew who he was.

“Gem!” Team squeaked in embarrassment. “Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul is a legend!!! AND he’s my coach!” He looked at his Hia, eyes wide as if begging for forgiveness.

Gem merely looked at the swimming Olympian skeptically. “What’s your problem?” she asked with annoyance.

“Get. Your. Hands. Off. MY. Swimmer,” Win repeated slowly.

“Your swimmer?” Gem laughed like this was all a joke. Once again there was a collective gasp from the onlookers but Gem didn’t even acknowledge their reactions.

“We are minutes away from a competition! You are from a rival university and you dare to put your hands on one of my best swimmers. So yes, I have a problem. Now leave before I ask security to make you leave.”

The girl’s eyes widened in shock. She looked around, searching for someone to defend her but was shocked to see only judgement. Gem shrieked in embarrassment and anger before turning to run.

Team stuck his tongue out at her retreating form… but all humor disappeared when his eyes returned to his Hia’s face. Win was still furious. “Team!” the coach barked. “Locker room. Now!” Then Coach Win stormed away, knowing that his swimmer would follow. Team gulped, lowered his head, and followed sullenly. As they entered the locker room, the straggling students still there quickly fled, leaving Team alone with his coach.

Coach Win slammed the door and flicked the latch, locking the door. He approached the swimmer, eyes still blazing

“Coach?” Team nervously questioned.

The man lifted an eyebrow. “Coach? Not Hia?”

“H… Hia?”

“She was touching you,” Hia growled right before devouring Team. That’s how it felt as the coach kissed his neck, licking and sucking. Not hard enough to leave marks but enough that Team gasped at the tingling sensations.

“Hia!” Team could barely stand, his knees trembling with the need for Hia to keep going. Their ragged breathing filled the room mixed with intermittent sounds of moans.

But it ended just as suddenly as it had started. Hia stepped back several steps though his chest kept heaving with desire. “Nong,” he groaned. “Fuck it! I told myself I’d be cool and mature, dammit!”

Team smiled happily. “Not cool at all, Hia.” He stepped slowly towards Win. “But so hot.”

“Stay right there!” Hia Win begged frantically. “We can’t… not here… fuck,” he groaned. The coach pulled at his hair anxiously before looking at Team again. “I won’t lose control again,” he promised. “Let’s focus and get this day done. And then tonight…”

As Hia’s voice drifted off his eyes grew sultrier. Team couldn’t handle the sexual tension for long. “Tonight?”

The coach reached forward, rubbing his fingers overtop the love bite on Team’s body. “Tonight I make you mine.”

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Who needs pep talks when the best motivation is promises of sex?! Team’s body was so alive from their locker room moment that he didn’t even think to be nervous. Not about the competition, and not about seeing…

Team was still floating as he stepped up to the pool for his race. He stretched, adjusted his cap, secured his goggles. And accidentally looked out at the crowd. It was only a brief glance at first, completely innocuous, yet in that split second his eyes managed to spot it. And the darkness that had alluded Team all morning came crashing down on him.

He felt like he was drowning. He couldn’t breathe. His limbs felt so heavy as if pulling him under. The buzzer sounded for the swimmers to get in place, yet Team remained frozen in place.

“Team???” Hia’s voice cut through the deafening static of Team’s panic attack. The boy’s eyes flicked toward his coach. His boyfriend. The concern in Win’s eyes began to thaw Team’s frozenness. “You’ve got this Team.”

The swimmer nodded once before getting in place. He COULD do this. Hia was here for him, no matter what happened. And for the first time in his life, Team dove into the pool not from fear of Mae but with a solid sense of resiliency.

Team focused on each stroke, each kick, each breath. His heart for Hia drove Team faster, several strokes ahead of his competitors. And when the race ended, Team had come in first place. He smiled at his coach, who beamed in return. Team had done it! He got out of the pool feeling on top of the world.

Yet his traitorous eyes returned to the crowd despite his resolve to not care. But he couldn’t help it, not after years of habit. Team looked in the stands, eyes automatically zeroing in on Mae. She didn’t clap, didn’t cheer, didn’t even smile at Team’s performance. She simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Team’s heart started to pound in panic. Was Mae disappointed? Why didn’t she look happy? He had won! He even set a new record for himself. What more did she expect from him? How much faster did he need to be? He many more medals and trophies would buy her approval?

“You were fantastic!” The words from Hia were shouted enthusiastically now nearby. Team’s breath caught momentarily, his body filling with an uneasy dread. Because as Hia’s hands clasped onto Team’s shoulders, the boy could see his Mae’s reaction. It was barely noticeable but Team had spent years analyzing her every expression.

“Shit,” Team whimpered.

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Win felt more nervous than when he was competing at the Olympics. Being a coach brought a whole other sense of responsibility. But he was confident in his team.

His Team. Damn, he fucking loved that kid. When Win had seen that girl’s hands on Team’s shoulders, fingers pressing at the love bite Win had made the previous night… He had wanted to rip her hands off of his boy.

The coach would do anything to protect Team. Whatever the kid needed. Getting rid of obsessive girls, keeping nightmares at bay, encouraging through times of doubt. Win would do anything. Absolutely anything.

And so he was thrown off when he saw Team freeze right before his race. What was wrong? Why had Team so suddenly shut down? Win had shouted out encouragement, which broke through Team’s panic attack… and the boy had won! The coach was filled with pride for his boyfriend.

The rest of the races went well. Team swam in a few other races, winning 2 more first place and 1 second place. The other swimmers performed well also. It was a fantastic day.

Until everything went to shit.

The boys were all excited from their successes. Most hadn’t gone to the locker room yet because they were laughing and joking around. With all of the excitement no one noticed a woman approaching until she called out: “Team.”

The swimmers all quieted and looked anxiously between Team and the woman. Win’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who was this woman? Why did everyone seem to recognize her? And why did they all look anxious for Team?

“Mae,” Team replied and waiid to the woman. That was interesting…

Most of the swimmers scurried off then to the locker room. A few— A, Bee, Sea— stayed nearby as if they were reluctant to leave Team alone with his mother. That was interesting…

“Team, what happened today?” The woman’s mouth was set in a judgmental frown.

“I’m sorry Mae,” Team mumbled, staring at his feet. Win was extremely confused at this. What was the problem?

“I expected better from you, Team,” the woman continued. “You will do better next time, won’t you Team?”

“Yes Mae,” Team barely whispered.

“I can’t hear you Team!” Team’s Mae snapped.

“Yes Mae, I’ll do better,” Team said louder but still could not look at his mother. What the fuck was happening?

“Team did an amazing job today,” Win interrupted. Everyone’s eyes snapped to him in shock. “He won three medals and he even swam his personal best in one.”

“Team’s best is not the best,” the woman snapped at Win. She was furious at the interruption. “And second place is not first place.”

Win could not believe what he was hearing. “Team is one of my best swimmers,” he defended the boy.

The mother’s eyes narrowed even more critically. “Being one of the best is not the same as being the best.” She spoke as if her words were obvious to everyone. “Team, are you practicing enough? You need to find more time to practice. You need to do better next time. Do you understand Team?”

“Yes Mae,” Team answered with a quivering voice.

“No!” Win growled. He was pissed. What was this woman’s problem? How could she talk to her own son like this? Even if she was Team’s Mae Win wasn’t going to let her talk about Team like that. “Team was amazing today. I’m proud of his performance. He’s a fantastic athlete and a vital part of our swim team.”

Team’s shocked eyes darted to the coach. “Hia…”

“What was that?” Mae’s eyes widened. “Team? What did you call him?”

Shit. Fuck! This was bad! Normally Team called him Coach in public.

The woman focused on Win and then she registered who he was. Except, there was more to it than Win had realized…

“Team,” she hissed at her son. “This is the man you were obsessed with years ago. You had his pictures all over your walls. You had all of those articles. You even…”

“Mae please don’t,” Team begged weakly, but the woman ignored him.

“You called him Hia… What exactly is your relationship? Are you still obsessed with him, Team? Is he taking advantage of you? What’s going on?”

Fuck! Win felt dread crushing down onto him. Team looked like he was going to cry, the mother looked enraged, and the bystanders all looked at the trio with new interest. A, Bee, and Sea were whispering to each other frantically. Fuck!

“Mae please stop,” Team begged again, but the woman wouldn’t stop. Instead she gasped while noticing Team’s shoulder.

“Team! You aren’t… You can’t… I forbid it, Team. You are my son! And my son is not a homosexual! That is disgusting!” Her yelling echoed across the pool, followed by a loud slap. The woman had slapped her son! She slapped Win’s boyfriend! He couldn’t allow this!

“Don’t touch him,” Win growled.

“Team is my son,” she yelled. “He will do whatever I say. Beginning with getting away from you! I will report you to the university for taking advantage of my son! You’ll regret this!”

“Mae, no! He’s not like that,” Team begged with tears.

“Quiet Team! Not another word! You’ve done such despicable things in my absence. It is obvious you need more supervision, Team. We’re leaving now!”

But Team didn’t move— except for the shaking of his body from the stress.

“Now Team!” She was even more furious when he still didn’t move. “Team! TEAM!”

“I’m not Team!”

Fuck. What the hell?

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“I’m not Team!”

In that moment, 14 years of abuse, the hurt and sadness, boiled up within him and erupted uncontrollably.

“I’m not Team,” he shouted again. “I. Am not. Team! I never was and I never will be!” His voice was shrill and painful, loud enough to fill the entire area. Everyone was watching— teammates had even come out of the locker room to see what was happening. But Team wasn’t cognizant enough to realize. “I’m not your son! How can you lie to yourself so much that you think I’m Team? How? WHY?!? Why did you have to ruin my life?”

The boy’s eyes were blinded by tears so he didn’t see her hand aimed for him until he felt the sharp sting across his cheek. Oddly enough the smack caused Team to stop crying and instead laugh. “Right. Just do what you always do. Hurt me. Hurt me until I apologize for being a selfish son.” Team looked upward and sighed deeply while thinking over his next words. “I’m not apologizing anymore,” he spoke upwards as if to himself; then Team looked at his mother. “I’m not a selfish son, because I’m not your son.”

“TEAM!” Mae shrieked, causing everyone to flinch— everyone except Team who was used to her outbursts. “We’re leaving. We will continue this conversation at home. Go to the car. NOW!”

He nodded slowly. “Continue this conversation? Yes, we need to talk. For the first time in 14 years I’m ready to talk.” Team sighed as the adrenaline started to wane. For the first time he noticed how much attention their argument had caused. And then he saw Hia. His boyfriend. His hero. His everything. And something inside of Team broke as he saw the shocked and angry expression.

Hia was mad. Hia now knew that Team was a liar, that he was fake. That everything about Team was a mirage.

Shit. Now it was over, before it even had a chance. Team knew that Hia would never forgive him for lying. Hia had every right to be infuriated. And so Team looked away as he started walking away— towards Mae’s car and the conversation they needed to finally have.

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Of course it was raining. Of course. It began to rain when they arrived home, rained all throughout their fight, and it was still raining when Team finally left his Mae.

He felt free for the first time in his life. Even in the rain Team felt like he could breathe fully. Even in the rain he felt like he finally wasn’t drowning.

Team walked. And walked. And walked. He had no idea where he was going, and he honestly didn’t care. Because he was free. It didn’t matter where he ended up because wherever he went he’d still be free. No matter how long he was lost in the rain, Team would still be free.

Eventually Team came across a bus stop. He shrugged to himself, figuring he might as well head back to campus.

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Damn it, Win wanted to get drunk. For the first time in 5 years he wanted to get drunk. Sure— only bad things happen from getting drunk— but nothing could be worse than this. Nothing could be worse than watching Team walk away.

The look on Team’s face before leaving campus had shattered Win. It was clearly written on Team’s face that he was going to leave Win and never come back. Team was going to end their relationship before it even had a chance to start.

“FUCK!!!” Win roared and threw the bottle of alcohol across the room. It hit his kitchen’s wall and shattered everywhere. Shattered— just like Win.

Why had he opened up to Team? Why had he broken his vow? He had sworn to never let anyone or anything close. This exact thing is what he never wanted to happen again. And now it fucking hurt.

He slammed his hands against the kitchen table repeatedly, hoping that the physical pain would make the internal pain disappear— but it didn’t. Win was drowning in the pain. And the confusion. What the fuck had happened? It was impossible to follow. Team wasn’t Team? His mother wasn’t his mother?

Win stumbled across his apartment— not from drunkenness— no, he wouldn’t break another vow and get drunk. But he stumbled because he was broken and didn’t know how to move. It hurt to even breathe. He collapsed onto his couch, hoping to just cease existing.

But instead his traitorous mind drifted to Team. Win’s memory started replaying their moments on this couch— just 24 hours ago! How the boy had straddled him, rubbing their cocks together, their bodies making promises to each other. His mind echoed with the gasps and moans that would come from Team’s delicious mouth.

“Fuck it!” Win declared. Fuck his decision! He was going to get drunk. He just didn’t care anymore! He needed something to fill this empty void inside of him!

Win stumbled towards the door and swung it open far too hard. He stomped out

And froze.

There— in a puddle of rainwater— sat Team. The boy looked up at him with nervous eyes.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Win’s question was met with a shrug. “You’re going to get sick if you just sit there in wet clothing.” Again Team just shrugged. Win sighed. “Are you going to talk to me?” Shrug. “Team… Why are you here?”

Finally the boy responded. “I forgot to stretch,” Team whispered with uncertainty. “I was hoping maybe you could help. But I understand if you don’t…”

Win laughed. Over and over again. Team responded with a small uncertain smile. Win laughed harder and soon Team joined in. Finally a smile was on the boy’s face! They both reached their hands out toward the other and Win pulled Team up from the floor. He tugged just a bit too hard though and Team crashed into his arms… just like that night at the pool.

The same thought must have crossed Team’s mind. He licked his lips subconsciously before asking, “Can I kiss you?”

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“Can I kiss you?” Team said the words without thinking first.

Win backed away a bit, although he did not let go— his hands still firmly held Team in front of him.

“Hia…” Team looked up at him through his lashes. An ocean of panic started to crash over him. ‘Hia doesn’t want this. Oh my god. He doesn’t want me. I’m too much. Was I being too much? Shit! Everything is ruined. It’s all my fault.’

The boy lowered his gaze and stepped back to pull out of Win’s grasp. But the man immediately pulled him back closer. “What is going through your mind, Nong?” Win waited for an answer; Team remained silent. Hia then reached to gently raise Team’s chin until their eyes met. “I’m not pushing you away, Nong.” He smiled softly and rubbed his thumb along Team’s jaw. “I don’t plan on ever letting go… Unless… you don’t want me anymore.”

How could Hia think that Team wouldn’t want him? Win was his everything. “I still want you too,” Team whispered, barely audible.

“Thank god,” Win sighed and hugged Team close. The warmth of the embrace was so intense that his body shivered.

“Shit,” Win pulled back again. He looked up and down Team’s wet body, ending by focusing on his lips. “Of course I want to kiss you, Nong… but you need a warm shower. You’re shivering. Come in; let me take care of you. Please.”

Team’s lips made a perfect O shape as he realized the reason for his Hia’s reactions. “Will you kiss me after I shower?” Team’s puppy dog eyes worked their magic: Win leaned in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I’ll kiss you while you shower,” Win’s voice was thick with emotion. Then he scooped Team up into his arms and carried him into the apartment, making sure to close the door behind.

“Hia, put me down,” Team said without much conviction. “I’ll get you all wet.”

“Don’t care,” Win responded and held Team even tighter. He then locked the deadbolt for extra measure— Team gulped in anticipation as his boyfriend carried him toward the bathroom. Win set him on the sink counter and turned the shower on to warm up. Then turning back to Team, Win asked, “Can I undress you?”

Team’s heart pounded at the words. He nodded once and whispered “Yes.”

Slowly— reverently— Win began to unbutton Team’s shirt. After a slow burning kiss he then pulled the shirt down off the boy’s arms, revealing tempting flesh. “Beautiful,” Win breathed. “Perfect.” He couldn’t keep his hands off… or more specifically, his tongue. He needed a taste of Team’s flesh— the sight of wet skin glistening in the light was begging for attention.

One quick swipe of his tongue across Team’s chest, followed by a flick to the boy’s hardened nipple. Win pulled back to look into the other’s eyes, giving him a chance to say no. But Team’s eyes gleamed with lust and he yanked the man’s head back in. Win continued to lick over the boy’s torso, long drawn out swipes mixed with quick kisses. The taste a combination of rainwater and Team’s unique essence. He delved his tongue into Team’s belly button, fucking it in and out of the small hole. The boy’s panting grew louder as his cock began hardening.

Win’s arms snaked around Team’s waist, down, and then he clutched the boy’s ass, digging his fingers in hard enough to make the boy yelp. But that yelp turned into needy pants, gasps of “Yes” and “more” as Win kneaded his ass, lost in a haze of lust. Squeezing with his hands as his tongue continued devouring the younger man’s belly button. The act so erotic as he began to imagine his tongue fucking into other parts of Team.

“Fuck Nong,” the coach groaned. “Shower. Now.”

Those words were enough to have Team moving, his body tight with anticipation. He scooted off the countertop and quickly shed his pants as Win took his own clothes off. In the blink of an eye they were both naked, staring at each other in awe. “Hia,” Team gasped, overwhelmed with the complete reveal of Win’s body. It was a masterpiece, the body of an Olympic god. “Can I see your wings?” Team asked as his heart pounded in anticipation. All of these years he imagined those wings, envisioned himself caressing them with his fingers, kissing them with his lips.

“Hell yes,” Win replied after a momentary pause; the boy’s words had shot straight to his cock, making him unable to speak or think. But then his mind began racing with scenarios— all ending with the boy screaming his name. So Win grasped the other’s hand and led him into the large shower. (Team WAS still too cold from the rain… but Win would soon warm him up.) They stood under the warm cascading water and stared at each other.

Until Team lost his patience. “Hia…” he begged.

They kissed, tongues fighting for dominance to taste the other’s mouth. Win moaned when he thought he won the battle, only to be shocked when Team pulled away and spun him around, pushing him into the shower wall. “So sexy Nong,” Win panted; he desperately needed Team’s hands on him.

Team’s wet hands moved up and down his boyfriend’s back, tracing the pattern of the tattoo. “You’re so sexy Hia,” Team whimpered right before his tongue reached out to lick the man’s back. Team felt his cock twitch with excitement with each lick and each kiss. He was so hard— painfully hard. “Hia… I need… I need… you…”

Win knew exactly what the boy needed. “You need to be fucked full of my cock,” Win answered.

“YES!”

Quickly Win rearranged their positions; now it was Team’s back pressed against the shower wall as his Hia kissed down his chest, down, down, until he took all of Team’s erection into his mouth.

“YES!” Team’s screams were getting louder with each suck; he was lost in the sensations. So lost that he didn’t realize at first that Win’s hands were traveling to the back of his thighs… up to grasp his ass… and then a finger was pressing against his entrance.

“OHHH!” Team yelped, startled at the touch. He wanted it, dreamed of it, but it still shocked and surprised him.

“Ok?” Win pulled back to ask.

“Yes,” the boy groaned. “Just… it just surprised me.”

“Nong… Have you ever…” Win searched for the words. “I need to stretch you, Nong. Have you ever… touched yourself, used anything to get off?”

Team blushed with embarrassment. But he was so needy for Win’s body! “Actually… Yes Hia… Since I met you… I might have bought something to practice…”

“Fuck! Nong!” Win’s own cock was painfully hard listening to Team’s admission. “Oh my god, Nong. So fucking sexy! Oh my god, you have to show me sometime. I need to see you get yourself off while imagining me fucking you.” Damn it, that was so hot.

“Maybe… But I’d rather YOU fuck me,” Team begged. As soon as the words left his mouth, his Hia’s mouth was taking his cock again, sucking hard. Win’s hands traveled back to the boy’s ass and he was soon pressing a finger against his entrance again. Win’s mouth pulled back slowly while sucking hard before pressing his tongue against Team’s tip; as Team gasped in pleasure, Win pushed a finger into the boy’s hole. He twisted and curled his finger, gently stretching Team before adding another finger. Win was pleasantly surprised at how easily Team took his fingers. He envisioned the boy fucking himself with a sex toy and groaned… the vibrations spurring Team to groan as well.

“More Hia,” Team gasped. “I want you,” he begged.

Win pulled back with a hungry growl and lifted the boy into his arms. He carried Team out of the shower, grabbed some towels, then carried him to the bedroom. He threw the towels onto the bed before plopping Team on top of them.

“Get comfortable, Nong,” Win said with a sexy smirk. Team’s eyes widened but he listened and scooted back onto the bed, laying with his knees apart, inviting Win to come. “Fuck. You’re perfect,” Win praised. His eyes feasted on the sight but soon his cock wanted to feast as well.

Team held his breath as his boyfriend slicked his cock with lube; he gulped at the sight of the large penis, yearning for it to fill him. Win crawled up the bed towards him, body lithe and elegant as a preying tiger. They were so close to finally coming together. Team spread his legs for Win to nestle between before wrapping his legs around the man’s waist. He felt Win line himself up, felt the bulbous head pressed against his hole. Team shivered with anticipation.

“I love you,” Win whispered and immediately pushed into Team. They both cried out in unison— though Team’s cry was louder and his eyes were scrunched shut.

Win was worried and questioned, “Are you ok? I can stop. … I think I can stop… Yes, I can stop… Do you want me to stop?”

Team’s eyes opened in surprise. “Don’t you dare stop!”

“You’re okay?” Win questioned.

“Yes. Please. I need more!” Team looked into his Hia’s eyes. “I love you too.”

Win took his time, pressing in carefully at each of Team’s deep exhales, until his cock was fully inside. Team’s body swallowed Win’s cock as if needing it to survive. Team panted, long and shuddering breaths, his thighs shaking minutely, the muscles in his abdomen bunching up. His legs gripped tighter around his Hia, urging him to move.

“I love you,” Win said again as he began to slowly pull back. “I’m going to start moving now. Let me know if…” His sentence was cut off by a tight squeeze from Team. The message was clear: Team was ready.

Win thrust his dick into Team. They both cried out again, but this time Win didn’t stop. No— he didn’t stop— he thrust deeper. Harder. And Team almost blacked out from pleasure when his boyfriend’s cock hit the spot inside of him, into that bundle of nerves. His back arched off the bed as he let out a loud and wrecked moan.

Win continued, mindful of always hitting Team in the spot that made him cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh god! There! Again… please… Hia! HIA!” Team’s eyes closed as he screamed out for his lover. “Win!” Team yelled out his lover’s name as the man’s hand reached to stroke his erection. The pleasure in two places at once… it was… “TOO MUCH! I can’t… I can’t… harder! PLEASE! So close!!! I’m close. Hia!!!” Team cried out as an orgasm shook through his body. He felt it coursing to every part of him. He was so caught up that he didn’t quite notice Win thrusting once again… twice… three times… four… and Team was brought back to his senses as he heard Win cry out his name: “TEAM!”

As the minutes passed quietly , they laid in the bed, covered in sweat. Eventually their breathing evened out. Team cuddled into Win as he shivered from his nakedness.

“Oh shit,” Win worriedly turned to Team. “I was supposed to get you warm so that you wouldn’t get sick!”

Team grinned, completely blissed out. “You definitely warmed me up,” he teased. “So hot.”

Win chuckled. “Maybe… but now you’re shivering again. Need another shower?”

Team’s eyes twinkled. “Yeah, sounds like a very good idea.”

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The lovers cuddled on the couch, filling their hunger with chips. Team moaned at the amazing taste and licked his fingers. Then he looked at his Hia and had an idea.

“Hey!” Win yelped playfully— the boy was licking and sucking Win’s fingers suggestively.

“You taste so good Hia,” Team said with a smile.

“So do you,” Win told him. “Can I eat you out, Nong?”

Team blushed and hid his head behind his bag of chips. Win laughed as he nudged the chips aside to kiss the boy. “I could devour you,” the man promised with smoldering eyes.

“Win!” Team tried to hide his face again but his boyfriend gently grasped his chin and turned his face back. Team was surprised to find a very serious look on Win’s face. “Hia Win?”

“Earlier, when we were in bed… I shouted out your name.” Win paused with uncertainty. “Is Team not your name?”

“It’s a long story,” Team warned.

But Win smiled gently. “I have a lifetime.”

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The farthest thing from Team’s mind as a child was competitive swimming. He didn’t like getting wet, didn’t like the smell of chlorine or the feel of it on his skin, hated when the water got in his nose and mouth, loathed when it stung his eyes. There were hundreds of things Team would rather do than get into a nasty pool.

Life had a different plan for him though.

Team was lost and alone in the world. Or so he thought, until his third year at University where the biggest shock of his life awaited.

A surprise that would end up being the first step toward rebuilding his life.

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For the second time that night Team felt finally free. First after standing up to Mae, and then from telling Hia his story.

As they sat on the couch, chips long forgotten, Win was quiet throughout the whole thing— except to occasionally ask questions for clarification. There was no judgement on his face, which Team had feared would be the case. Instead Win cried with Team and held him close.

“You still… you still want me?” Team questioned Hia, bewildered that it could be true.

“Yes,” Hia answered without hesitation.

“Even though I’m a bad son? I’m ungrateful and selfish. I’m not perfect and never…” Team’s words were cut off by a quick kiss from Hia. The man patted his cheek gently and then leaned in again for a lingering kiss. A kiss that got deeper and more passionate by the second. A kiss that flamed desire inside of Team’s soul.

“I love you,” Hia moaned into Team’s mouth. After another deep kiss the man moved along to the boy’s neck, nipping and kissing. “You don’t have to be perfect. You’re perfect for me.”

“Hia!” Team gasped at the words and the sucking that immediately followed. All Team’s life he was punished for not being enough, not being perfect… yet as hard as Team worked it was never enough. Being top of the class wasn’t enough; trophies and medals weren’t enough; subservient obedience wasn’t enough. Team was always a failure.

But Hia Win didn’t see him that way; the man loved him without wavering, without judging or expecting perfection. Team was free to be himself— whatever that turned out to be.

“I want you again,” Team’s words pleaded. “Please.” The boy crawled onto his boyfriend’s lap, pushing open their bathrobes and pressing flesh against flesh. Team shivered with need at the feel of their cocks rubbing together, of his ass against Hia’s strong thighs. “Hia,” he gasped, “please!” Team wiggled in his lover’s lap, yearning to be connected but not quite sure how to do it in this position.

Team’s eyes had been closed, caught up in the feelings, but opened his eyes when Win didn’t respond; the man was smirking his impossibly sexy smirk. “Hia! Please,” Team whined. “A little help,” he implored while wiggling more.

Win’s smirk shifted into a moan at their cocks rubbing. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Win sighed in disbelief. “How can anyone be this adorable?!?”

“P’Win!” Team whined again, to which Win teasingly nipped at his ear.

“Phi? What happened to Hia?”

Then it was Team’s turn to smirk. “I’ll call you Hia when you fuck me.”

Win’s jaw dropped at Team’s words. “You’re so fucking sexy when you say fuck.”

“I’m probably even sexier when you actually fuck me,” Team smiled triumphantly, knowing that with those words he had won. Which he did… because after a short gasp, Win was grasping Team’s waist and standing up to carry him to the bedroom.

Though Team pretended to pout. “I wanted to fuck on the couch.”

Win dropped Team onto the tussled bedsheets before grabbing a bottle; he tossed it to Team while explaining, “We need this. It’s only your second time, Nong.” Team’s mouth formed a perfect O in understanding. “Fuck, Nong! Your mouth! So damn sexy!” Win jumped onto the boy, bringing their bodies and lips together. Their kisses were hot and fierce, teeth nipping at each other and clashing together, desperate to get closer.

As Win kissed down the boy’s neck, Team managed to say, “I thought you were going to fuck me, Phi.” His sass earned him a bite to the clavicle, mirroring the other one from the previous night.

“You have the lube, Nong. Use it,” Win winked in challenge.

Which of course Team accepted. He clicked open the bottle and squeezed out a bit— a lot— too much, causing both to chuckle. But soon his wet hand was on his Hia’s cock, stroking and pumping it even more erect. “Damn,” Win moaned. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna come without you.”

At the warning, Team immediately let go. Win smiled in triumph before flipping Team over onto his stomach. Then he gripped the boy’s hips and pulled up; Team understood what Win was trying to do with his body and gulped with excitement. He rose up on his hands and knees, ass in the air ready for his Hia to claim.

“Phi!” Team whined teasingly— and felt a sharp pinch on his ass. The sensation jolted throughout his body and straight to his cock, causing it to jump and leak precum. He wanted more! “P’Win!”

A quick swat slapped against Team’s ass right before he felt Win’s hands spreading his asscheeks. “What did you call me?”

Team’s breath hitched as he felt Win’s tip pressed against his opening. Just one thrust would bring them together! The boy reared back, aching to be connected… but the sensation disappeared.

“Ah ah ah, Nong. I asked you a question. What do you call me?” The man finished his sentence by coming closer again, pushing his tip against Team’s opening.

“HIA!” Team screamed as Win thrust into him in one swift motion. Win’s roar joined with Team’s, filling the room with the sound of their love. “Hia!” Team gasped again, lost in the full feeling that only his Hia could give him.

“That’s right, Nong,” Win growled as he bent over Team to suck against his neck. “Only Hia’s cock can fill you just right. Only Hia’s cock belongs to you.”

“Yes!” Team screamed, clenching around Win’s erection that filled him. “Only you, Hia! Please!”

Win’s restraint snapped… and so did his hips, as he pulled back before thrusting forward again. And again. “Oh my god, Nong!” Win was in heaven— his Nong’s body was heaven designed just for him. “So perfect,” Win gasped as he rocked back; this time he paused before thrusting back in. Just long enough to hear Team’s whines and feel the boy contracting his hole around Win’s tip. Then he slowly pushed back in, getting lost in the tight heat. “Fuck Team! You do that so good!”

Team glanced over his shoulder at his lover with a quizzical look. “What am I doing? You’re doing all the work.” The boy’s confused expression caused Win’s cock to pulse inside the boy— who unknowingly tightened again.

“That!” Win groaned. He held still inside of Team once again, pausing to kiss the boy’s shoulders, neck, ears. He gently bit and tugged on Team’s ear, causing the kid to again tighten around him. “THAT!” Win screamed.

“What?!?” Team was so confused. He was obviously doing something right but had no idea what it was.

Win did not immediately answer. Instead he responded with his body by slowly pulling back. His tip was almost about to pop free when the boy’s body tightened, desperate to keep the cock inside. “FUCK!” Win screamed again; Team’s channel continued squeezing tightly as Win thrust in again.

Both men were panting, feeling the sensations deep inside their souls.

“You squeeze me just right,” Win finally explained while pulling back again. This time he didn’t pause before pushing back in. “And it’s so fucking hot,” he groaned, thrusting again, “because you don’t even know you’re doing it.” Win fucked into the boy over and over, increasing his speed, going deeper each time. “Your body wants me,” Win gasped in ecstasy. “Your body knows exactly how much it wants me.”

Team’s mind was melting. The sensations were getting stronger and stronger; he could feel that Win was getting closer and closer to the magical spot.

Win knew exactly what he was doing and moaned in anticipation. “Keep squeezing,” he instructed, even though he knew Team would anyway without being told. Then he slammed forward again, deeper yet, hitting into the boy’s prostate.

They both yelled out at the overwhelming pleasure. Team’s nerves exploded as the sensations coursed through his body; Win’s cock throbbed at the clenching tightness of Team’s magnificent body. It was perfect. Nothing else in life had come close to this perfection. Win was desperate to make the boy come! He unleashed all restraint and pounded into Team, hard and deep, hitting the boy’s perfect spot over and over. And then he heard Team gasping: “It’s too much! I can’t! It’s!!! Too!!! Much!!! Hia!!! More!!! I need it!”

Team was lost to the pleasure. His mind could process nothing but the intensity of Hia’s cock slamming into him, hitting the right spot, feeling the drag of the man’s length against his channel. It was perfect! It was too good! He couldn’t take any more! But he needed more!

Win’s right hand released its bruising grip on Team’s hip and reached around for his cock. He stroked in rhythm with their fucking, bringing Team’s pleasure to a higher level. “Hia!” The boy screamed the word as his body burst, overwhelmed with the blinding light of his orgasm.

And once Win heard the scream he immediately felt Team’s ass clench even tighter, milking out Win’s cum as he screamed in release.

They both came back to their senses eventually, finding themselves collapsed into each other and covered in sweat and semen. Win licked at the boy’s back, tasting his body and sweat. “Well Nong,” Win asked with a chuckle. “Did I ruin your body? I promised that when I was done with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk straight let alone swim. So, did I succeed?”

Team groaned at the heavy weight of Win’s spent body on top of his own— a heavy weight that he never wanted to leave. “That’s a trick question,” Team complained.

Win nipped at the boy’s shoulder blade. “How is that a trick question?”

“Because I want to say yes… but if I say no— you didn’t succeed yet— then you’ll be forced to fuck me again.”

“My smart boy,” Win laughed. “So which is it?”

“You know the answer,” Team mumbled the response in embarrassment. (As if they HADN’T just been screaming together in sweet release.) “You were right! I’m sore now. I probably can’t walk straight.”

Hia sniff-kissed Team’s cheek. “Then I’ll just have to carry you everywhere we go.”

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The early morning light shined through the window, waking Win. His initial reaction was a grumpy grumble— until he woke enough to realize that Team was next to him in bed.

Not once during the night did Team wake up screaming from a nightmare. Instead, Win was fairly certain that Team was having sex dreams, based on his sleepy moans and twitches. The thought brought a pleased smile to his lips.

“So adorable Nong Thor,” Win whispered. He smiled at the name. They’d had a discussion before sleeping about the boy’s past and his real identity. Win had assumed his boyfriend would want to go by the name his parents gave him— Thor. To his surprise the boy chose Team. He said he’d lived most of his life with this name and didn’t think he could make a change at this age. But Team agreed to Win’s request to call him Thor as a love nickname— Nong Thor instead of baby, sweetheart, dear, darling.

Team started to wiggle as he woke up. A pleased smile spread across his face when Win kissed his nose and then cheek. “Morning Hia.”

“Good morning, Nong Thor,” Win replied. “What should we do today?”

“Hmmm,” Team contemplated. “I think you need to help me stretch.” He was quick to lift a finger to Win’s lips, stopping his response. “No, Hia, ACTUALLY stretching. You were so right! I’m sore!!! I don’t want to move!!”

Win wanted to eat up Team’s adorable pout. But before he had a chance, his phone rang. It was the Dean of Student Life. He gulped as he swiped to answer.

“Phawin Wanichakarnjonkul, I will need you to come to my office this morning as soon as possible. A parent has brought some serious allegations against you,” the woman explained. “I will expect you before noon.” Then she hung up without waiting for a response.

Fuck! Win didn’t want to stress Team out, but he also didn’t want to keep secrets. So after a heavy sigh he turned to the boy. “That was the University. I need to go meet with the Dean of Student Life.”

“I’m coming with you,” Team said resolutely.

“Nong Thor, maybe you should stay here,” he suggested worriedly.

“I’m coming along. I’m done letting that woman control and manipulate my life. I’m taking control of my life.”

Damn. “I’m so proud of you, Nong Thor,” Win whispered in awe. “Ok then. Let’s get ready to go.” The coach moved to get up but Team snatched his wrist. “What is it?”

“Hia,” Team whined. “I wasn’t joking earlier. I’m so sore! Please use your magic hands on me!”

Win pretended to roll his eyes in exasperation. “If I must,” he conceded.

But truthfully, he would always say yes to helping Team.

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After a very thorough massage— and make out session— the two lovers got ready for the day. Team couldn’t stop smiling! It felt so right to shower with Hia, brush teeth side by side, get dressed together. (Team got to wear Hia’s clothing!)

But as happy as Team was, Win kept giving him worrying glances. The student was not stressed at all though. He had everything figured out already. He had been thinking of it for a few weeks now— ever since that night in the cabin. There was a plan in place in Team’s mind; Mae was just forcing him to act sooner.

Win drove them to campus. There was no point in secretly traveling separately… not now that everyone knew.

Everyone knew.

When they parked, people in the lot looked and whispered. When Win grasped Team’s hand, people blatantly took pictures and texted what was happening. When they walked down the sidewalk, people whispered to each other… some not bothering to whisper.

“P’Team! P’Team! Phi!!! Wait up!” Three familiar voices were yelling across the lawn. Team turned to look and was shocked to see his Nongs running towards him. When they got near enough, N’A fell on the grass panting; N’Bee grabbed Team’s shoulder to keep from falling; N’Sea collapsed on top of N’A.

“You boys need to work on stamina! How are you out of breath from running?” Coach Win asked teasingly.

“Sorry… Coach… Win…” N’Bee managed a smile. But then he started shaking Team’s shoulder. “We’ve been trying to text you! Why was your phone off???”

“Oh. Um. I was ignoring my Mae,” Team explained. “It was easier to do with the phone off.”

“Makes sense,” N’A conceded while standing up on wobbly legs. “She’s here. Did you know? She’s such a terrible person, P’Team.”

“And she’s not even your Mae?” N’Sea asked. “We’d have yelled at her sooner if we knew that! But we didn’t because we didn’t want to upset you.”

Team’s friends looked blurry as tears filled his eyes. “You guys aren’t mad at me? You don’t hate me?” That was his biggest fear. He wasn’t worried about Mae, about the University, about gossip. But he WAS afraid of losing his friends.

The three swimmers simultaneously jumped onto their friend, nearly tackling him to the ground. They hugged tightly for several moments, slightly teary eyed themselves. They would have kept hugging longer but Hia stepped in.

“Ok, ok, enough touching my boyfriend. His body’s mine,” he said with a joking— but somehow serious— voice.

Team’s jaw dropped and his face flushed. He looked at his smiling friends, at the onlookers obviously eavesdropping, and then at Win. “HIA! You can’t say that!”

“Why not?” Win countered. “I’m not ashamed of loving you.”

A, Bee, and Sea jumped onto Team again, bouncing up and down excitedly. “Oh my god, that’s so sweet! Team you’re so lucky! You better keep him!”

Team’s face flushed even more, but his smile grew as well. He reached out a hand for the coach. “I love you too, Hia.”

The onlookers were not watching discreetly anymore. They were gawking, taking pictures and videos of the monumental scene. Drama this big had never happened on campus before!

“We need to go,” Team eventually said and stepped back from his teammates. “I have to deal with Mae.”

Win grasped Team’s hand again and they continued toward the Dean’s office. The crowd of onlookers followed, desperate to see what happened next. But the two lovers entered the Dean’s office and closed the door, shutting them all out.

Several people were gathered in the office— most of whom Team didn’t know.

But one person he knew very well. Mae.

The woman scowled at her ‘son’ holding hands with another man. “See! They aren’t even hiding it! This man— this PERVERT— is defiling my son! He needs to be fired immediately! He must be reported to the police for taking advantage of a student! Who knows how many other students he’s exploiting and using to satisfy his evil desires!”

“Mae!” Team yelled, shocking everyone in the room. “I love Win and he loves me! He isn’t taking advantage of me! I’m not a child anymore, I’m 21 years old. I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions!”

Hia squeezed Team’s hand with reassurance while adding, “I love him. There is no one else, only him. And I’m ready to protect him no matter the consequences.” His eyes traveled the room and ended at Team. “I love you Nong Thor.”

The woman screamed and dashed towards the two. She began slapping Win as she screamed; he simply put his hands up in the air so that no one could accuse him of hitting her in retaliation. Somehow a security guard showed up and dragged the woman back. She continued to glare and yelled, “My son is Team!”

Team sighed wearily. He looked at her with tired eyes before turning to look at the University faculty assembled. “My name isn’t really Team. This woman is not my birth mother. Her mental illness from the trauma of her son dying caused her to replace the boy with me.”

Shocked gasps and whispers filled the room. The staff discussed this amongst themselves before turning back to the trio. The Dean raised her voice to speak over Mae’s complaints: “While your upbringing is unfortunate, it holds no real merit to this case. You are an adult and this woman legally has no say in how you live your life.”

Team and Win smiled at each other… but the woman continued. “With that being said, we cannot allow a professor to date a student. It would be a conflict of interest and could lead to unfair treatment of Team and other students.”

“I don’t teach Team,” Win interjected. “I couldn’t affect his grades or help him cheat. There would be no unfair advantage.”

“That is true,” one man agreed. “We could concede on that point. But it still remains that you are his coach. Other Universities are already calling us, demanding we strip Team of his medals. We cannot allow a coach and swimmer to have a romantic relationship without causing pushback at future competitions.”

“I… I…” Win stalled, thinking of a rational response to that accusation. Before he could speak again, Team stepped forward.

“I’m quitting the swim team. Now there’s no other reason to punish either of us.”

“Nong,” Win gasped. “I can’t let you quit! You shouldn’t quit something you love because of me…” Win’s voice trailed off as realization dawned.

Team nodded to his lover and then glared at his Mae. “I hate swimming. I despise it. I never wanted to swim, but that woman almost drowned me because I refused to get in a pool. I will happily quit the swim team. I’ll be relieved to never get into a pool again.”

“Nong Thor,” Hia whispered, looking at his boyfriend with searching eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” They smiled at each other before turning back to the faculty members.

“Well then,” the Dean concluded, “it looks like everything is resolved. I will have to write up a report, simply to document that we had this discussion. But there will be no further deliberations as long as Team does not take any classes taught by you. I believe everything is settled. Good day everyone,” she dismissed the gathering.

Team didn’t wait a second longer than necessary— he grabbed his lover’s hand and dragged him outside; he didn’t want to spend a moment longer than necessary with…

“STOP!” Mae’s voice shrieked, echoing across the courtyard. Team sighed in resignation before turning to hear the woman. “Team! This isn’t settled! You are my son! You will do as I say!”

Team looked at her, almost void of emotion. He was done. “I’m getting a restraining order against you. If I ever see you or hear from you again you’ll be arrested.”

“Team! I am your mother!”

“You’re not my Mae. Not anymore. You’re just an Auntie I used to know.”

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Win asked his boyfriend several times over the next weeks if he was certain about his choice; the coach still felt guilty for this sudden change.

“It’s not sudden,” Team explained as he packed up his dorm room at the end of the semester. “I’m not just feeding you a line to make you feel better. I honestly feel freer now than ever before.”

“But…”

“No,” Team interrupted. “You don’t have to feel guilty or responsible. If anything, you should be proud of yourself! You gave me the courage to finally stand up for myself.” Team paused his packing to give Win a quick kiss.

Win thought that through as he folded his boyfriend’s shirts. “Okay.”

Team looked at him and smiled. “Okay.” They continued packing up Team’s belongings until the dorm was spotless. “I think we’re ready,” he sighed with relief.

“Now we need to move it all,” Win reminded with a smirk.

“Shit,” Team whined and dramatically plopped onto the bed. “It’s too hot today for this!”

Win’s smirk transformed into a smolder. “But once we’re done, you’ll be officially living with me. Not just a night here and there. Every. Fucking. Night.”

Those words were all it took to motivate Team! He jumped back up and grabbed a suitcase. “Hia, can you grab the trash?”

“Sure Nong Thor,” Win agreed. He went to the trash can and noticed what was inside. “You’re throwing out all your swim stuff,” he observed.

“I don’t ever want to wear goggles again in my life,” Team said adamantly.

Win was starting to get it: Team really did want to quit— it hadn’t been a sacrifice. It was cathartic for the boy to physically throw these things out. Except…

“Team?” Win hugged his boyfriend from behind. His hands wandered across Team’s chest, up to his neck, down again. He slipped his hands under his lover’s shirt and felt the boy shiver at the touch.

“What Hia?” Team barely managed to ask the question.

“I support you 100% and always will,” he whispered into Team’s ear as his hands continued lifting up his shirt. Win pulled back enough to lift the shirt off Team’s body before leaning back in, hands traveling lower this time. “Can we keep one thing from here though? Please?” The last word was emphasized when Win’s hands finally made it to Team’s cock. He gently rubbed and squeezed through the fabric.

Team pushed into Win’s hands, panting and desperate for more. He gasped as Win began nibbling on his ear. “Hia!”

“Your body is so sexy,” Win purred into Team’s ear as his hands traveled away from Team’s cock and up his chest again. “You have no idea, Nong, just how sexy you are. How hard I fought with myself to not look at you during practices. How hard I would get while looking at your body. Your chest,” Win whispered while thumbing at Team’s nipples, causing him to sway, “I always wanted to touch it. To lick it. To mark it as mine.”

“Hia!” Team gasped desperately.

“I tried to look away but my eyes always returned to you. And try as I might, my eyes always wandered…” Win’s hands traced downward in tune with his words… “Down past your naked chest and to the damned swimsuit. It covered too much! I imagined what your thighs felt like underneath, I imagined your ass in my hands.” His hands once again rubbed against Team’s erection. “But the worst part— the BEST part— was the mound that was restrained by the swimsuit. I got so hard looking at you. I wanted to take the damn thing off so that I could finally see what it was hiding.” Win massaged harder against Team’s clothed erection.

“Hia…” Team moaned.

“Can you keep the swimsuit? Just to wear for me? Please?”

“Yes!” Team shouted as Win bit into his shoulder. “Oh my god! Yes!”

“Can you put it on now?” Win’s question was answered with a simple nod before the boy grabbed the trash bag and dashed for the bathroom. Win sat on the bed with great anticipation.

It wasn’t very long at all before Team shyly stepped out of the bathroom. So fucking cute! How could the boy be so shy after weeks of fucking each other? Damn adorable! Win soaked in every part of Team’s body and groaned. The boy’s cock was so obviously hard under the tight material. As Win bit his lip he could have sworn he saw Team’s cock struggle to twitch and jump.

“Come here, Team.” Win’s order was immediately obeyed. His hands reached to stroke up and down the boy’s thighs, reveling in the smooth material that hugged the strong thighs. Thighs that he wanted wrapped around him! But before that, there was more to explore. Win’s hands next grasped Team’s ass but hissed— the damn material made it impossible to dig his fingers in. And Win wanted in!

Team was getting bolder, no longer shy. He stepped forward towards Win sitting on the bed, bringing his clothed cock to the man’s mouth. Words weren’t needed— Win immediately began mouthing at Team’s mound. He could feel the hardness and the soft tip. “Fuck Nong!” Win shouted out but continued to burry his face into Team’s body. So damn sexy! And was it his imagination or could he taste precum leaking through the suit?”

“Hia!” Team yelled, not caring about anyone overhearing from their rooms. “I need you Hia!”

Win pulled back with an animalistic snarl and grabbed Team and pulled him to the bed. He immediately began taking his own clothing off while enjoying the sight of Team panting on the bed. Once freed of his own clothing, Win reached for his lover’s swimsuit and pulled it off. Team’s cock sprung free, ready for attention. Win sucked the cock into his mouth, marveling at the taste of Team. HIS Team! Win’s free hand searched for the boy’s entrance, eager to prep him. But instead, he encountered something hard.

“I wanted to be ready,” Team whimpered. “It’s been in all day.”

“Fuck!” Win cursed before pulling the butt plug out. So damn sexy thinking how his nong had been wearing it the whole time. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, Nong Thor!”

“Please!” Team gasped. “Don’t hold back! Fuck me! AHHH!”

Win slammed his cock into Team, all the way all at once. He drew back immediately and thrust in again, so deep that he hit Team’s prostate already. Team moaned continuously, his words nothing but gibberish. Win kept pounding, overwhelmed by the tightness of Team’s channel squeezing his cock. The pressure was amazing! So fucking good! “Nong Thor!” Win shouted, feeling his orgasm building.

“Yes! Hia!” Team’s body was moving with Win, meeting each thrust, going even deeper. “I’m so close… I’m…” Team gasped and Win felt the warm cum shooting onto their stomachs. Win thrust one last time before surrendering to the pleasure. He came hard inside of his lover, letting Team’s ass squeeze every last drop out of him.

“I love you so damn much,” Win whispered once his breathing evened out.

“Love you too.”

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“Teerayu Siriyothi.”

The president of the university called out Team’s full name to present him with his diploma. In the audience, Win whooped and cheered for his lover. “That’s my man!”

Team flushed as he took his diploma from the president. Of course Win would make a scene at graduation!… Because, really, nothing about their relationship was conventional anyway. So Team smiled brightly to his boyfriend before returning to his seat. The graduate cheered loudly for Manow and Pharm… and so did Phruek and Dean.

After commencement was over, Team hurried to find Win. They spotted each other in the crowd and worked around the busy courtyard until they met. Team jumped into Hia Win’s arms excitedly and kissed him freely— they were no longer student and staff! There was no reason to hide the passionate kiss that followed!

When Win finally let go of Team they headed out towards the car; they had a party to get ready for! They held hands as the walked, Team excitedly chatting as the walked.

Until someone blocked their way.

It took Team awhile to recognize her. She actually looked… normal.

“What do you want Auntie?” Team questioned.

“Congratulations,” Mae said tentatively. She held out a gift bag, which Team warily accepted. “I’m so proud of you and all you accomplished.”

Team stopped breathing for a moment. She was… She was proud of him?

“I was hoping to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night,” she stammered. “You can both come. Would that be okay… Thor?”

Team felt Win squeeze his hand gently; Win would support whatever he chose. He looked up to the sky and breathed deeply. When he looked back he was surprised to she the worry in her eyes.

“Sure,” Team agreed. “But I’m not coming alone, Auntie. Win is coming with me.”

The woman sighed with relief. “Of course, yes. Both of you.” The woman nervously fidgeted for a few moments before finally taking a step back. “Thank you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Thor.”

As she turned to leave, the son called out: “Team is okay… Mae.”

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