Perfect 10 by Sean Michael

Author:Sean Michael [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-63477-641-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2017-09-06T04:00:00+00:00

HE’D BEEN here for almost sixteen hours, between working and working out, and Chris was beginning to get tired.

Maybe even snarly.

Maybe more than snarly because, damn, his back and shoulder were killing him.

Still. Competition in a couple of months, and Brian was out of town with the A team at a day meet, so he didn’t have anyone to tell him to slow down.

Don’t try that.

Don’t overextend that swing.

Endos, Kovacs, Super E’s. Over and over and around and around until he thought maybe the bar would bend in the middle.

Now that would piss the school principal right the hell off, wouldn’t it?

“Hey, Chris!” Brian’s voice broke through his concentration. He could see Brian out of the corner of his eye, waiting by the apparatus.

“H-hey.” He did another giant, looking for the dismount.

“I almost didn’t come in and check for you. Thought you’d have gone home. But I figured I was here anyway dropping the girls off, I’d double-check. Glad I did.”

Chris flubbed the landing, not quite strong enough to stick it. “How… how’d they do?”

“Almost that good,” Brian told him. “I hope that was simply me distracting you?”

“Shut up.” See him. See him stand up. “Not a great day, huh?”

“Just long. And not enough of those girls have your focus.” Brian came over, hand going to his back. “Damn, Chris. It’s like you’ve got bricks in your back instead of muscles. You haven’t been going at it since I dropped you off this morning, have you?”

“Huh?” Him? Going? What?

“I dropped you off here this morning at the crack of dawn. That was like… a really, really long time ago.” Brian shook his head. “Did you break for food at least?”

He nodded. “Power bars.” Those counted.

Brian snorted but didn’t call him on it. “Well, the bar work looked amazing until that landing. You’ve really stepped it up since we got the Mars sponsorship. Good work.”

“Thanks. I’m trying.” And stinky. Christ, he needed a shower.

“God, you look more tired than I feel.” Brian gave him a weary smile. “You wanna push it? Give me a couple vaults? Or go home and get a massage?”

“I….” Okay. He could vault. He could. “Okay. I’ll hit a couple.”

“Okay.” Brian put his hands on Chris’s shoulders and leaned their foreheads together. “Okay. Focus, yeah? Forget about it being a long day and forget about being tired. Forget about those tight muscles and fly. Just fly.”

“Yeah.”

He hit two, one fair, one well, and then he went around for a third. He hit the vault okay, but his right arm gave out and he crashed and burned, slamming into the mat. Fuck.

Brian was at his side before he could even start to shake it off, those warm, solid fingers moving over him. “Anything hurting?”

“No.” Not anything—everything.

“Yeah? Really?” Brian didn’t sound convinced, but he helped Chris up with his strong arms. “All right, then. Give me one more and make it better than this last one. Something simple, but clean. Shake off the fall and do it.”

Chris sat there a second, heart pounding.

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