Swimming RPS...
Title: What Peguins can do
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Brendan Hansen/Kosuke Kitajima
Timeline: Montreal 2005
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen.
Notes: This story is for J.
I am sorry but this is not exactly betaed, so all faults are mine.
What Penguins can do
He is almost sorry. Almost. And only when he dares to look at a very red, very embarrassed-looking and very furious teammate who is sitting next to him. Because it had been a good idea. And still is. That’s what he thinks at least and the bigger part of the team had agreed eagerly. He is sure his friend would agree as well once he forgets about the embarrassing part. Okay maybe he should have warned him, should have said something but it is too late now anyway. And he is just too much into it to actually feel sorry now.
He still tries to ease the situation a bit. Turning left he pokes the next best patch of skin he can find.
“B?”
“Fuck off!”
Okay, so this isn’t really going as planned. He looks at his right and just gets a shrug and a smile. He hopes he is reading the look he gets right and takes it as encouragement to try again.
“Look B.. It’s a joke. Not meant.. bad. You know? Come on man, look at me.”
No reaction. Which is just fine because he hasn’t even tried his best yet. According to his sister, an apology or in his case something close but not quite meant as an apology should always consist of three phases. Phase one is trying to get the supposed receiver’s attention with the full knowledge that it would fail. So phase one is just completed. Phase two is said to be the point were attention is granted, so that is yet to be achieved. And finally phase 3. The forgiveness. He just hopes phase two would be good enough to secure him phase three. But it always had so it is not like he is worried or something.
Turning left again he resumes his earlier poking.
“B? Please. If it is really that bad I will go over there, tell him he should forget everything he saw today and never ever speak to you or his team about it again. Would that be okay? I mean, come on… I don’t want you to be mad at me for that. It was done with good intentions in mind. Talk to me B. Please? Pretty Please?” He even intends to go down on his knees for a better effect but a hand on his shoulder prevents him from doing so.
A small smile on his friend’s face has him almost convinced that phase two had done what it always does: succeed.
“Okay, okay. I am way too easy on you. That was just way too embarrassing. Why the hell did you have to tell him that?”
“It’s not like it was a lie you know”
Blue eyes go wide and if looks could kill.
“God Aaron! After he heard everything on the bus.. How the fuck could you tell him that then and bury me under those.. those… “
“Stuff?”
“Animals!”
He knows he is smirking now and he knows that he will never let the other one know that it was all planned. It just worked out the way it should have with the exception of him trying to make up to one of his best friends but that is in work anyway. So all is looking to be fine in the end. He steals a glance over the other ones shoulder just to see that the object of their discussion is smiling quite goofily at them but is not, as B had feared earlier, talking to one of his teammates. So much for that.
“You don’t know that he heard everything B.”
“Sure he did.”
He has to laugh at the attempt of a pout. He really should pay Michael more for the pouting lessons because they were obviously not helping at all.
“We were talking about a damn cartoon. Nothing offensive with that.”
“But we said that the damn penguins are like the Japanese swim team. And even you should have noticed that he is Japanese. And then you…you.. It’s all your fault that I said he kinda looks like a penguin. ”
“A cute penguin.”
“Fuck you.”
“And? Where is the problem now?”
“And? Are you serious? No wait, don’t answer. Of course you are. You are insane…. Fuck Aaron, you bury me under millions of stuffed penguins and when he comes by you tell him I love penguins. That was.. that was… I.. I have no words for that. I could… strangle you or something. I mean how can I look at him again? Huh? HUH? Fuck you!”
A voice from the right saves him the answer.
“Well, look at it from a positive angle B. You won't have to go through the embarrassment of telling him in person and isn’t that just what you begged A to do for you? Just an observation.” And with that Ian goes back to looking completely tranquilized and in the zone again. He wonders how the third of the Trio always managed to snap out of it in the right moments. Never once has Ian missed anything important. He really should talk to Crocker about his drugs. Really soon.
Brendan is still gaping at both of them not really making a good personification of a fish but that was besides the matter anyway. He pokes him again and smiles his best surfer-dude smile he can manage.
“Well and by the way, he is smiling at you. All goofy and not talking to his mates over there.”
“I don’t believe you. They are making fun of me. I just know it. And it’s all your fault. As always. You and your fucking ideas Why do you always have pull pranks like that. They never work, just embarrass someone and get you into trouble. I am still mad at you. Not as much but still… Argh, He is so not smiling at me. No way man.”
“Then you look yourself B.”
“But I just can’t turn around and look at him.. I mean that would be…. Obvious. Like in really obvious…”
And he knows that his eyebrows must have reached his, so not receding thank-you-very-much, hairline. Could his friends possibly be more teenager-like? Mike was already enough but now even Brendan was doing it. What has he done to deserve that?
“Okay, so what do want me to do other than telling you that he is smiling. I mean you aren’t believing a word I say. Gosh B, just turn the fuck around. Now!”
So his commanding voice is still working then because Brendan indeed does turn around. And if he hadn’t sworn himself to never ever think about the Japanese breaststroker in *that* way Aaron might consider Kosuke’s smile to be cute. The gag reflex he was waiting for never comes and he just knows it is Brendan’s fault. The guy just can’t shut up about a certain rival. The last idea Aaron has before going back to watching Ian being in the zone, is to lift one of the stuffed penguins over Brendan’s shoulder and first let it point at Bren and then let it wave at Kosuke, who instantly topples over with laughter.
He always knew the ideas he gets during sex are the best and matchmaking is just his profession.
TBC
Author: icebear_cw
Fandom: Swimming
Pairing: Brendan Hansen/Kosuke Kitajima
Timeline: Montreal 2005
Rating: PG 13
Disclaimer: Not mine, not real, did not happen.
Notes: This story is for J.
I am sorry but this is not exactly betaed, so all faults are mine.
What Penguins can do
He is almost sorry. Almost. And only when he dares to look at a very red, very embarrassed-looking and very furious teammate who is sitting next to him. Because it had been a good idea. And still is. That’s what he thinks at least and the bigger part of the team had agreed eagerly. He is sure his friend would agree as well once he forgets about the embarrassing part. Okay maybe he should have warned him, should have said something but it is too late now anyway. And he is just too much into it to actually feel sorry now.
He still tries to ease the situation a bit. Turning left he pokes the next best patch of skin he can find.
“B?”
“Fuck off!”
Okay, so this isn’t really going as planned. He looks at his right and just gets a shrug and a smile. He hopes he is reading the look he gets right and takes it as encouragement to try again.
“Look B.. It’s a joke. Not meant.. bad. You know? Come on man, look at me.”
No reaction. Which is just fine because he hasn’t even tried his best yet. According to his sister, an apology or in his case something close but not quite meant as an apology should always consist of three phases. Phase one is trying to get the supposed receiver’s attention with the full knowledge that it would fail. So phase one is just completed. Phase two is said to be the point were attention is granted, so that is yet to be achieved. And finally phase 3. The forgiveness. He just hopes phase two would be good enough to secure him phase three. But it always had so it is not like he is worried or something.
Turning left again he resumes his earlier poking.
“B? Please. If it is really that bad I will go over there, tell him he should forget everything he saw today and never ever speak to you or his team about it again. Would that be okay? I mean, come on… I don’t want you to be mad at me for that. It was done with good intentions in mind. Talk to me B. Please? Pretty Please?” He even intends to go down on his knees for a better effect but a hand on his shoulder prevents him from doing so.
A small smile on his friend’s face has him almost convinced that phase two had done what it always does: succeed.
“Okay, okay. I am way too easy on you. That was just way too embarrassing. Why the hell did you have to tell him that?”
“It’s not like it was a lie you know”
Blue eyes go wide and if looks could kill.
“God Aaron! After he heard everything on the bus.. How the fuck could you tell him that then and bury me under those.. those… “
“Stuff?”
“Animals!”
He knows he is smirking now and he knows that he will never let the other one know that it was all planned. It just worked out the way it should have with the exception of him trying to make up to one of his best friends but that is in work anyway. So all is looking to be fine in the end. He steals a glance over the other ones shoulder just to see that the object of their discussion is smiling quite goofily at them but is not, as B had feared earlier, talking to one of his teammates. So much for that.
“You don’t know that he heard everything B.”
“Sure he did.”
He has to laugh at the attempt of a pout. He really should pay Michael more for the pouting lessons because they were obviously not helping at all.
“We were talking about a damn cartoon. Nothing offensive with that.”
“But we said that the damn penguins are like the Japanese swim team. And even you should have noticed that he is Japanese. And then you…you.. It’s all your fault that I said he kinda looks like a penguin. ”
“A cute penguin.”
“Fuck you.”
“And? Where is the problem now?”
“And? Are you serious? No wait, don’t answer. Of course you are. You are insane…. Fuck Aaron, you bury me under millions of stuffed penguins and when he comes by you tell him I love penguins. That was.. that was… I.. I have no words for that. I could… strangle you or something. I mean how can I look at him again? Huh? HUH? Fuck you!”
A voice from the right saves him the answer.
“Well, look at it from a positive angle B. You won't have to go through the embarrassment of telling him in person and isn’t that just what you begged A to do for you? Just an observation.” And with that Ian goes back to looking completely tranquilized and in the zone again. He wonders how the third of the Trio always managed to snap out of it in the right moments. Never once has Ian missed anything important. He really should talk to Crocker about his drugs. Really soon.
Brendan is still gaping at both of them not really making a good personification of a fish but that was besides the matter anyway. He pokes him again and smiles his best surfer-dude smile he can manage.
“Well and by the way, he is smiling at you. All goofy and not talking to his mates over there.”
“I don’t believe you. They are making fun of me. I just know it. And it’s all your fault. As always. You and your fucking ideas Why do you always have pull pranks like that. They never work, just embarrass someone and get you into trouble. I am still mad at you. Not as much but still… Argh, He is so not smiling at me. No way man.”
“Then you look yourself B.”
“But I just can’t turn around and look at him.. I mean that would be…. Obvious. Like in really obvious…”
And he knows that his eyebrows must have reached his, so not receding thank-you-very-much, hairline. Could his friends possibly be more teenager-like? Mike was already enough but now even Brendan was doing it. What has he done to deserve that?
“Okay, so what do want me to do other than telling you that he is smiling. I mean you aren’t believing a word I say. Gosh B, just turn the fuck around. Now!”
So his commanding voice is still working then because Brendan indeed does turn around. And if he hadn’t sworn himself to never ever think about the Japanese breaststroker in *that* way Aaron might consider Kosuke’s smile to be cute. The gag reflex he was waiting for never comes and he just knows it is Brendan’s fault. The guy just can’t shut up about a certain rival. The last idea Aaron has before going back to watching Ian being in the zone, is to lift one of the stuffed penguins over Brendan’s shoulder and first let it point at Bren and then let it wave at Kosuke, who instantly topples over with laughter.
He always knew the ideas he gets during sex are the best and matchmaking is just his profession.
TBC