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-Sebas, I have to tell you something. Roque called out to Sebas, resting his hand on Sebas’ arm. Sebas immediately took off his arm.
-It's not about what happened yesterday.
-Not here, dude. Sebas’ tone wasn't letting doubt, Roque knew it but he still wanted to try. He needed to talk with him.
-it's important, alright?
Sebas thinks for a second before giving in and letting Roque show him the way. Roque quickly led him to the locker room.
-So ? What did you want to tell me? Frustration could be heard in his voice.
On the contrary, Roque smirk was the biggest he ever has, he was looking straight into Sebas’ eyes and slowly lowered the zipper of his jacket.
Sebas frowned and pressed his hand on Roque's chest to prevent him from continuing.
-What do you think you will do? We don't have time for that! And I've already told you: not here!
Roque laughs slightly.
-Relax I'm not trying to fuck. Right?
Roque raises his hand and pulls near his collar. Sebas feels something move below his hand. Eventually Roque showed his collar. The one Olympo gives him. The one that makes him an Olympo.
-You're..? They sponsor you? Sebas' face relaxes and his hand is lighter on Roque's chest.
-Yes.
Sebas puts his other hand on his neck, caressing his cheek with his thumb. Roque leans in the touch knowing it won't last. One move too many and Sebas will walk away threatening him to try again.
-You deserve it.. Captain. He smiles, his hand that was previously on his chest rises to play with the necklace of Olympo between his fingers.
-Are you hitting on me, here? Trying to go in my pants? Thought we didn't have time?
Sebas rests his forehead on Roque's.
-Is it the praising or the ‘captain’ that's turned you on?
-It's whatever comes out of your mouth that turns me on.
Roque dared to put his hands on Sebas' hips. Slowly, without him noticing it more than necessary.
-Are you that easy?
-Say the guy who got hard when we were sparring.
-You were hard to and…
Sebas removed his hand from his neck and lowered it to Roque's crotch.
-.. Oh you are now too.
Roque swung his hips against the palm flat against his sex. He wasn't completely hard but he was on the right track.
-Call me captain again.
Sebas took off his hand and leaned over, blowing in Roque's neck, soon covered in goosebumps.
-I know what you're doing. I said no. We don't have time. Go ahead, I'll join you. Captain.
-I like it when you're bossy. Roque smiles, showing most of his teeth before heading to the door. But before he could leave the locker room, Sebas took his hand.
-I'm proud of you. I'm being serious, you deserve it. You're the best of all us. With Amaia of course. It's strange that we haven't heard her talk about it.
Roque gently squeezed his hand. Losing a bit of his smile at the mention of Amaia. She'll be annoyed that she didn't know about it right away and she may also be annoyed to not be the one sponsored by Olympo.
-You're the only person to know. I haven't told anyone yet. I wanted you to be the first.
Sebas looked at him deeply. Licking his lips and looking at Roque's.
-Why me ?
He is the one squeezing his hand now.
Roque knows this is a more general question. He doesn't just ask for the sponsor.
-Doubting yourself? Not your type Sebas.
Roque smiles, trying to make Sebas laugh with him but it didn't take. Sebas was nervous.
-I'm not as… open as you.. I just wanna play rugby. I don't want to... I don't want to get involved in any of that. The interview about my.. Sexuality or homophobia in sport.. And I don't want to be in any posts on social media either.
-I will protect you. We will be discreet. I swear.
He wanted to reassure Sebas.
Sebas giggled.
-Protect me? What are you going to do? Grumble at journalists? Delete your account to make sure you won't post anything?
His thumb was slowly starting to caress Roque's hand.
-Is that what you want me to do? I can do it. I can even bite journalists who are too insistent. Throw away my phone.
He was between joking and seriousness.
Sebas' face was saddened.
-You talk in the heat of the moment but that's not what you want. You don't want to hide. I understood that… In the showers, in Italy when you said ‘not again’. I'm not enough, I'm not what you want.
Roque put his hand on Sebas' cheek, trying to wipe away the sadness.
-I could choose you. I want to. Go at your own pace if.. If you promise me that we won't have to hide forever.
Sebas took a deep breath, looking around as if looking for the correct answer.
-I could do my... Coming out here. At the center. Let our friends know but nothing more. I don't want the media to get involved, or the people or Olympo.
-I'll take that. Happily. This is all I want. And you? What do you want?
-Kiss an Olympo guy.
Sebas grabs the bottom of Roque's jacket to bring him closer. It makes him giggle low.
-Oh, really which one? Hugo? Iker? Cris-
Sebas cuts him off, closing the space between them. Kissing him, licking his lips when he needed to breathe.
-You. Idiot.
Suddenly the door is being opened.
-Guys they're waiting for you.. No way!
Sebas pushes Roque instantly.
-This is not what it looks like.
-Cut the bullshit!
Cristian immediately ran towards Roque and slammed his hands on his friend's shoulders.
-You found yourself a new boyfriend and didn't tell me!
Roque smiles as Cristian does too.
-We aren't boyfriends. Sebas says.
-Oh. Not a boyfriend. A new Diego. Great.
Cristian's voice was full of sarcasm.
-They’re waiting for you. To give you your doping results.
Cristian puts his arm over Roque's shoulders and starts to walk. Sebas followed them. A few meters behind probably observing if Cristian could be a threat.
-Why do you always have to choose the ones in the back of the closet? Huh?
Cristian looks at Sebas over his shoulder.
-He is different from Diego.
Roque takes a look at Sebas who has come closer.
-Is he like.. The one?
Cristian whispers, his smile hasn't faded since he opened that door.
-I don't know. But I would like him to be.
-What would you like me to be?
Sebas is now right next to Roque, his head bowed and a shy smile on the corner of his lips, having concluded that Cristian was, in fact, not a threat.
-Nothing more than what you are. You're perfect like that.
-Really?
-Really.