Heated Swim (1/?) (Olympic Event 1)
Title: Heated Swim
Pairings: USUK
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing and allusion to sex
Summary: They are rivals for swimming, but that might change after their first meet. (Qualifying entry for the usxuk Olympic Event)
Alfred Jones knew there had to have been a mistake when he checked into his room at the Olympic Village. Instead of seeing someone he hardly knew or someone from a different sport, he was shocked to find Arthur Kirkland in the shared room instead. This was the Englishman that the American media had predicted would be Alfred's main rival in the swimming heats. The same man who had almost beat his world record that he had set two years ago. The same man that Alfred was hopelessly in love with.
"What…? What're you doing here?" Alfred asked slowly.
Arthur looked over at the doorway, pausing briefly at seeing the American standing there. "This is the room I was assigned to. I might ask you the same question, but I'm assuming you were assigned here as well?"
Alfred nodded slowly. Arthur sighed and threw his swimsuit back into the suitcase. "Well, we might as well go and ask them to change us. We cannot possibly be in the same room while we compete. This is highly unprofessional."
Alfred felt it come out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "It's your country that's hosting, so it's their fault."
Arthur shot Alfred a vicious, cold glare. He'd sent it Alfred's way once before when Alfred had celebrated a win over Arthur two years ago. That was when the press knew there was heat between them, and without knowing that, for Alfred, it was a different kind of heat. For Arthur, however, it didn't seem to be that way at all.
"Piss off," Arthur growled.The first night, Alfred and his team mates went out to celebrate and to ease their nerves of the upcoming race tomorrow. They weren't drunk, but they were loud. Many of the other athletes complained about losing sleep, but none more than Arthur who sat up in bed when Alfred stumbled into their room, slamming into the wall and blabbering to Arthur about swimming.
"Shut up, you fool!" Arthur snapped. He threw a pillow at Alfred in hopes to silence him, but the American snatched it before it hit his face. Then, he crawled into Arthur's bed. "GET OUT!"
"Oh shush… Just go to bed…"
Arthur kicked and shoved at Alfred, not caring if he was exerting too much energy that he should be saving or if he injured the other athlete. He wanted to sleep. However, Alfred was relentless, and he clung to Arthur like he was a teddy bear. He snuggled close to the Englishman and promptly passed out. Arthur continued to put up a fight, but found it was futile. It was best he just sleep and deal with Alfred in the morning in the swimming pool.
Alfred had other ideas. He awoke in the morning to watch Arthur sleep for just a few minutes. He imagined what it must be like to be such a wildly explosive man who controlled the water so effortlessly. What would it be like to stay by such a man's side? Arthur was well known around the world to have a private life and kept his practices hidden, and while most people wondered about his amazing control of swimming, they also wondered just what kind of person he was. Was he actually very shy or was he bitter, did he have a social phobia or was he just lonely, was he dating anyone or had he called off relationships for good? His secretive nature was what drew him to Alfred.
Arthur began to stir, so Alfred quickly got up, acting as if he hadn't slept curled up beside him the night before. Arthur made no mention of it either, relieved to see Alfred had become serious for their upcoming match. Both silently dressed to go for a swim before breakfast, but left separately. They ignored each other all through-out their practice swims and sat far apart from each other in the cafeteria. Alfred was a bit hurt that Arthur wasn't even going to attempt a friendship between them, but he supposed that could wait until after their meet.It was late and Arthur came back to the room first. He slammed the door and fell upon his bed, face down in the pillow, and curled in on himself. He was shaking from anger and didn't care that a silver medal was around his neck. He wanted nothing more than to throw it across the room, preferably right at his American, stupid, gold winning roommate's head.
However, the man didn't come back for some time. He stayed out with his team mates and partied some more. Honestly, didn't that team ever calm down?
Around one was when Arthur got out of bed to take a walk. His mind wouldn't shut up. He had to calm down, and he started that by dumping his silver medal on his bed in disgrace. Halfway down the hall, he ran into the Americans, and Alfred was leading the pack, heading straight for Arthur. He blocked his way with a large arm that Arthur tried to bypass.
"Hey, come back here," Alfred said with a slur to his voice. He put a hand on Arthur's waist and squeezed. "Oh, man, feel those hip bones."
"Let go of me," Arthur said lowly. He was trying to control his temper. Luckily, the rest of the Americans had gone back to their rooms, presumably to annoy their roommates. "Jones, let go."
"Don't be like that." Alfred leaned in to nip at Arthur's ear, tensing the Englishman. "Come on… Live a little."
"We still have five more heats against each other…," Arthur murmured. He resisted giving in. He wouldn't.
Even if he had been in love with Alfred the minute he watched him on T.V. four years ago in Beijing swim his first Olympic heat.
"Let's have some fun," Alfred murmured in his ear.
"You don't even know if I…"
"Don't play that game with me." Alfred pulled his head back to look into Arthur's eyes. "Don't…"
He lifted Arthur, and the swimmer wrapped his legs around Alfred. Their lips crushed against each other too eagerly and their teeth clashed together. But they kept going in a fight for dominance. Arthur's hands sought out that gold medal that was resting on Alfred's chest and tugged on it. He wouldn't let go of it even as he was carried back to their room, laid on his back on Alfred's bed, and they made love late into the night."Alfred! Come on, dude! Let's go!"
Alfred was still in the airport near a window with Arthur close to him. He had his hand wrapped around his hip, stroking it slightly as they had their foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. Arthur was still touching Alfred's medal. He looked pained as they were leaving each other, Alfred going home to America and Arthur staying here in his homeland of England.
"I don't want to go," Alfred murmured. "I can't leave you…"
"We'll meet again in three months. There's a meet here…a rematch between us." Arthur grinned and leaned up to kiss Alfred in a promise. "I love you…"
"I love you too." They kissed one more time, and then Alfred left without looking back. He couldn't bear to see those watery green eyes.
After they had finished their heated swims, the couple became an item during the rest of the Olympics. It was highly publicized, much to Arthur's chagrin, but he took it in stride, as long as Alfred made sweet love to him at night and let him wear his gold medals from time to time.
Alfred's mates watched Alfred walk through security and then glanced back at his boyfriend standing just behind it, staring as Alfred left. Then, one came up to Alfred with a frown.
"When did you give Arthur one your medals?"
Alfred turned sharply and saw Arthur with a cheeky smile holding one up. One of his silvers had been draped around Alfred's neck. He blew a kiss to Alfred and left with a slight skip to his step.
"He was ensuring I come back," Alfred laughed. "Oh, he didn't have to do that…"
"I guess it's always a good idea to have a head start."Hoshiko2's cents: My qualifying entry for the USUK livejournal community's Olympic event. It lasts for a week, so I will be posting all week.
Also, this helps with the winners for my writing event I had hosted recently. A LOT of readers wanted me to do something with the Olympics, specifically something with swimming and the duo being rivals. So, here we are! Killing two birds with one stone!
Thanks for reading!
Pairings: USUK
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearing and allusion to sex
Summary: They are rivals for swimming, but that might change after their first meet. (Qualifying entry for the usxuk Olympic Event)
Alfred Jones knew there had to have been a mistake when he checked into his room at the Olympic Village. Instead of seeing someone he hardly knew or someone from a different sport, he was shocked to find Arthur Kirkland in the shared room instead. This was the Englishman that the American media had predicted would be Alfred's main rival in the swimming heats. The same man who had almost beat his world record that he had set two years ago. The same man that Alfred was hopelessly in love with.
"What…? What're you doing here?" Alfred asked slowly.
Arthur looked over at the doorway, pausing briefly at seeing the American standing there. "This is the room I was assigned to. I might ask you the same question, but I'm assuming you were assigned here as well?"
Alfred nodded slowly. Arthur sighed and threw his swimsuit back into the suitcase. "Well, we might as well go and ask them to change us. We cannot possibly be in the same room while we compete. This is highly unprofessional."
Alfred felt it come out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "It's your country that's hosting, so it's their fault."
Arthur shot Alfred a vicious, cold glare. He'd sent it Alfred's way once before when Alfred had celebrated a win over Arthur two years ago. That was when the press knew there was heat between them, and without knowing that, for Alfred, it was a different kind of heat. For Arthur, however, it didn't seem to be that way at all.
"Piss off," Arthur growled.The first night, Alfred and his team mates went out to celebrate and to ease their nerves of the upcoming race tomorrow. They weren't drunk, but they were loud. Many of the other athletes complained about losing sleep, but none more than Arthur who sat up in bed when Alfred stumbled into their room, slamming into the wall and blabbering to Arthur about swimming.
"Shut up, you fool!" Arthur snapped. He threw a pillow at Alfred in hopes to silence him, but the American snatched it before it hit his face. Then, he crawled into Arthur's bed. "GET OUT!"
"Oh shush… Just go to bed…"
Arthur kicked and shoved at Alfred, not caring if he was exerting too much energy that he should be saving or if he injured the other athlete. He wanted to sleep. However, Alfred was relentless, and he clung to Arthur like he was a teddy bear. He snuggled close to the Englishman and promptly passed out. Arthur continued to put up a fight, but found it was futile. It was best he just sleep and deal with Alfred in the morning in the swimming pool.
Alfred had other ideas. He awoke in the morning to watch Arthur sleep for just a few minutes. He imagined what it must be like to be such a wildly explosive man who controlled the water so effortlessly. What would it be like to stay by such a man's side? Arthur was well known around the world to have a private life and kept his practices hidden, and while most people wondered about his amazing control of swimming, they also wondered just what kind of person he was. Was he actually very shy or was he bitter, did he have a social phobia or was he just lonely, was he dating anyone or had he called off relationships for good? His secretive nature was what drew him to Alfred.
Arthur began to stir, so Alfred quickly got up, acting as if he hadn't slept curled up beside him the night before. Arthur made no mention of it either, relieved to see Alfred had become serious for their upcoming match. Both silently dressed to go for a swim before breakfast, but left separately. They ignored each other all through-out their practice swims and sat far apart from each other in the cafeteria. Alfred was a bit hurt that Arthur wasn't even going to attempt a friendship between them, but he supposed that could wait until after their meet.It was late and Arthur came back to the room first. He slammed the door and fell upon his bed, face down in the pillow, and curled in on himself. He was shaking from anger and didn't care that a silver medal was around his neck. He wanted nothing more than to throw it across the room, preferably right at his American, stupid, gold winning roommate's head.
However, the man didn't come back for some time. He stayed out with his team mates and partied some more. Honestly, didn't that team ever calm down?
Around one was when Arthur got out of bed to take a walk. His mind wouldn't shut up. He had to calm down, and he started that by dumping his silver medal on his bed in disgrace. Halfway down the hall, he ran into the Americans, and Alfred was leading the pack, heading straight for Arthur. He blocked his way with a large arm that Arthur tried to bypass.
"Hey, come back here," Alfred said with a slur to his voice. He put a hand on Arthur's waist and squeezed. "Oh, man, feel those hip bones."
"Let go of me," Arthur said lowly. He was trying to control his temper. Luckily, the rest of the Americans had gone back to their rooms, presumably to annoy their roommates. "Jones, let go."
"Don't be like that." Alfred leaned in to nip at Arthur's ear, tensing the Englishman. "Come on… Live a little."
"We still have five more heats against each other…," Arthur murmured. He resisted giving in. He wouldn't.
Even if he had been in love with Alfred the minute he watched him on T.V. four years ago in Beijing swim his first Olympic heat.
"Let's have some fun," Alfred murmured in his ear.
"You don't even know if I…"
"Don't play that game with me." Alfred pulled his head back to look into Arthur's eyes. "Don't…"
He lifted Arthur, and the swimmer wrapped his legs around Alfred. Their lips crushed against each other too eagerly and their teeth clashed together. But they kept going in a fight for dominance. Arthur's hands sought out that gold medal that was resting on Alfred's chest and tugged on it. He wouldn't let go of it even as he was carried back to their room, laid on his back on Alfred's bed, and they made love late into the night."Alfred! Come on, dude! Let's go!"
Alfred was still in the airport near a window with Arthur close to him. He had his hand wrapped around his hip, stroking it slightly as they had their foreheads pressed together and eyes closed. Arthur was still touching Alfred's medal. He looked pained as they were leaving each other, Alfred going home to America and Arthur staying here in his homeland of England.
"I don't want to go," Alfred murmured. "I can't leave you…"
"We'll meet again in three months. There's a meet here…a rematch between us." Arthur grinned and leaned up to kiss Alfred in a promise. "I love you…"
"I love you too." They kissed one more time, and then Alfred left without looking back. He couldn't bear to see those watery green eyes.
After they had finished their heated swims, the couple became an item during the rest of the Olympics. It was highly publicized, much to Arthur's chagrin, but he took it in stride, as long as Alfred made sweet love to him at night and let him wear his gold medals from time to time.
Alfred's mates watched Alfred walk through security and then glanced back at his boyfriend standing just behind it, staring as Alfred left. Then, one came up to Alfred with a frown.
"When did you give Arthur one your medals?"
Alfred turned sharply and saw Arthur with a cheeky smile holding one up. One of his silvers had been draped around Alfred's neck. He blew a kiss to Alfred and left with a slight skip to his step.
"He was ensuring I come back," Alfred laughed. "Oh, he didn't have to do that…"
"I guess it's always a good idea to have a head start."Hoshiko2's cents: My qualifying entry for the USUK livejournal community's Olympic event. It lasts for a week, so I will be posting all week.
Also, this helps with the winners for my writing event I had hosted recently. A LOT of readers wanted me to do something with the Olympics, specifically something with swimming and the duo being rivals. So, here we are! Killing two birds with one stone!
Thanks for reading!