Even though there was no more way to pull down the zipper, Nelson didn’t let it go. He stared at it for a long time before raising his eyes to look at Cris’ face.

The manager looked back at him with his teasing expression, the smile never leaving those lips. With difficulty, the swimmer opened his stiff fingers and released the zipper, taking a step back.

But before Nelson could find out if his manager wore something underneath or not the jacket, Cris held the top and the bottom with his hands, his face red.

“Are you ready?” he asked in a timid and unlike voice. Nelson gulped and nodded. Fidgeting, Cris looked more embarrassed than the swimmer. He averted his gaze, looking at Nelson through the corner of his eyes. “Even for me, this is embarrassing… Normally when I do this, is when I’m about to…”

Cris didn’t finish the sentence, his cheeks even redder. Nelson nodded again, unable to say a word. The swimmer didn’t notice, but he was holding his breath as he waited for his manager to reveal what was underneath his jacket.

“Okay… if you really wanna know what I’m wearing underneath… here it goes…” With his hands trembling, Cris closed his eyes, turned his face and opened his jacket in one move.

Nelson didn’t know why, but he closed his eyes at the same time. His breathing became faster and shallow. But the curiosity was eating him from the inside. After long seconds, the swimmer opened his eyes a little.


Underneath the yellow and green jacket with Brazil’s flag, Cris was wearing a light blue women's swimsuit.

“Too bad! I’m not naked!” he screamed.

The manager laughed as his swimmer showed many expressions. First, Nelson had a blank face. Then he dropped his jaw. The next moment, he moved his hand in the air and closed and opened his mouth several times, struggling to find words, any words. The next second, his lips moved as if he spoke, but no voice came out. In the end, he trembled and covered his face with a hand. After a few seconds, he laughed.

“You tricked me!” Nelson managed to say between laughs.

His voice echoed in the indoor pool. Then Cris’ voice joined his, both man laughing.

“You were the one interested in what was underneath my jacket.”

It took a while for them to stop laughing. Nelson held his belly and then breathed to recover his breath. “It’s been a while since I laughed like that,” he said, still smiling.

Then he took a better look at Cris. With a better glance, he knew it was made for competition due to the fabric, but it wasn’t for professional sport. He observed his manager from head to toe, and couldn’t help blushing when he saw the bulge between the legs. He’s really a guy, he thought, averting his eyes.

“What’s with that swimsuit?” he asked to take the attention away from him. Cris had noticed Nelson was staring. He could tell by his manager’s smile. “I think I’ve seen it, but I don’t know where… I mean, it’s not a swimsuit for pros…”

“This?” With a smile, Cris spun a few times so his swimmer could see both sides. He even lifted the hem of the jacket to make sure the swimmer saw his butt. “It’s a Japanese school swimsuit. It’s cute, right?”

“A Japanese school swimsuit?” Nelson stared at him for a long time. “Why do you have something like that?”

“Mari landed to me. I had bought one to work with you, but that swimsuit was… let’s just say a little too stimulating,” Cris answered with a sly smile, putting his hands behind his back.

I think that one’s stimulating enough, Nelson thought, not looking at Cris directly. “What kind of swimsuit did you buy?” he asked voice what was in his mind before he realized.

“You’re so interested in me in swimsuits. That makes me so happy,” he said, putting his hand behind his back and getting closer to Nelson. “The other swimsuit was… inappropriate for a workplace. But perhaps one day you might see me wearing it…”

“I… I… don’t know what to say…” Nelson did his best to not face Cris. It was too hard without to not look at his manager and not get stimulated.

“Seeing your reaction, it was worthy borrowing this,” Cris said, backing away, still smiling. He took off his jacket and stretched his arms. “Hey, give me your phone and wallet.”

Nelson took them out of his pocket without a second thought. But then stopped before handing it to his manager. “Why?” he asked, suspiciously.

“Do you trust me?” Cris turned his palm to Nelson. The swimmer looked between the hand and the owner and handed his phone and wallet. “Thanks for trusting me.”

Cris wrapped the objects with his jacket and put it on the floor. After he was done, he turned to Nelson with a grin, walking around him.

“W-what?” the swimmer stuttered under that smile, never taking his eyes off Cris. He might not know his manager for a long time, but he knew long enough to know that smile was planning something.

“Don’t you remember that one of my jobs is cheering you up?” Cris asked with a serious face. Nelson tilted his head. But before he could do anything, the manager pushed the swimmer with both hands.

Everything moved in slow motion for Nelson. First, he realized he was falling into the pool. Then he turned his head to his manager. When he saw that smile, he tried to catch his Cris’ arm and pull the man down with him.

But the manager was too fast. Before the swimmer could get ahold of him, Cris pulled his arm out of reach. Then there was nothing Nelson could do except fall into the pool while staring at the grin of the boy dressed in a girl’s swimsuit.

The swimmer rose his head above the water. He breathed and cleared the water from his eyes. “Why you did th—” before he could finish asking, Cris took a few steps back and ran, jumping into the pool too. Out of reflex, Nelson covered his face when the water splashed.

Cris put his head above the water and smiled at the swimmer. “I know it’s supposed to be a big deal and all. I mean, you’re in a pool after so long, but…” he blushed, placed a hand on his cheek and turned his head, pretending to be embarrassed, “I couldn’t wait and decided to steal your first time for me.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Nelson’s open mouth turned into a smile as he laughed. He went after Cris, but the manager swam away, their laughter echoing inside the gym.

“That actually made me feel better,” Nelson said after they got out of the pool half an hour later.

“You’re welcome!” Cris exclaimed with a bright smile.

“I can’t deny your part on this.” Nelson couldn’t help but smile too as he took the excess water from his hair. “I miss competing, but I just fooling around in the water like this… don’t remember the last time I did this. Maybe when I was a kid…”

“Then my job here is done!” Cris’ smile didn’t fade even as he trembled from cold.

Nelson noticed and looked around. But he didn’t find any towels nearby. He picked up Cris’ jacket with his phone and wallet. “Let’s get out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold.”

Cris’ smile turned sly at once. “I like where this is going.”

Nelson stared at him with an empty face. The next second, he chuckled and shook his head. “You really are like your cousin,” he said, walking towards the locker room.

Cris winced as he trailed after the swimmer. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not…”

“I’ll leave that up to you. Hey, do you have the key?” Nelson asked when he tried opening the door of the locker room.

Cris pulled a key from one of the pockets of his jacket and unlocked the door. He grabbed two towels from the first locker and threw one to the swimmer.

“Is this okay? I mean, it’s for the staff and all” Nelson said, looking between the towel and the manager.

“No problem. And we are staff, technically. At least I am.”

Without a word, he accepted the towel with hesitation.

“It’s washed if that’s what you’re wondering. We here at the club make sure all the towels are clean,” he said in a proud voice.

“It wasn’t worried about that, but I’m glad to hear that.” Despite his expression, Nelson dried his hair and body.

Before he noticed, Nelson was watching his manager dry himself. I didn’t notice before, but that swimsuit is tight. It really enhances the shape of his slim body… and the fabric clinging to him…

Cris dried his long black hair carefully, but there were still some wet spots. A few drops fell and slowly traced the outline of his neck.

Nelson couldn’t take his eyes off as he watched the drops slid down into the chest and get absorbed by the swimsuit. But his gaze didn’t stop when the drops disappeared. His eyes went down Cris’ body.

The manager started drying his legs and Nelson could only watch. He has nice legs… I mean, they’re slim and firm… His heart thumped louder.

When he realized what he was thinking and doing, the swimmer blushed, turned around and focused on finish drying himself. He’s a guy, the swimmer had to remind himself. He’s a guy… No matter how cute and… sexy… he looks, he still has… one down there… just like me…

Nelson knew that and tried to keep his mind empty. But despite his will, he couldn’t stop stealing glances at his manager drying his slim body.

Cris finally noticed. He placed the towel around his neck and He walked closer to the swimmer.

“Are you, by any, chance intently watching me dry myself?” he asked in a playful tone.

The swimmer became an alarming shade of red. “I… eh… I…”

“You’re making this really hard,” Cris said, sliding a finger down Nelson’s belly. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t tease you so much, but you’re making it really hard to keep that promise.” His hand went further down.

Nelson looked too, noticing the bulge between in his trunks. He widened his eyes, but before he could hide with his hands, Cris got there first.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s a natural reaction,” he said, undoing the laces of the trunks. “Speaking of which, we didn’t settle on your reward.”

“R-reward…?” Nelson gulped, paralyzed. He didn’t know what to do. But even so, his trunks only got tighter. “Reward for what…?”

“For yesterday. You won our little bet, so you deserve your reward,” Cris said, pulling down Nelson’s trunk.

His member was hard and up. It was inches away from Cris’ hand.

“S-shouldn’t I be the one choosing it…?”

“It seems your friend already chose it.” Cris touched it lightly, smiling at Nelson’s reaction.

The swimmer made sure to look his manager in the eyes. “But… but…”

“Last time I couldn’t do nothing ‘cause we were at the hospital. But today, there’s no way I can’t let a boner go by again without taking care of it,” he said. “If you don’t want me to, you can push me away…”

Nelson did nothing. Cris showed a sly smile before getting on his knees.

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dcs5782 @dcs5782 ago

Thanks for the chapter

But whyyy


dcs5782 @dcs5782 ago

The chapter was good and I know I want to read more

moonpearl @moonpearl ago

Kyaa~! What a chapter! >///< I was going to wait until I'd caught up to comment, but I can't resist.

The illustration is so pretty... And Cris is so cute~! I can see why Nelson struggles.