The Swimming Coach - Part 4

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Regionals meant everything if I ever wanted to get serious about swimming. Sure, the local competitions were good practice, but I needed to place, or none of it would be worth it.

The last two weeks had been torturous because Coach Alan knew how important it was for me, and he also knew that our passionate encounters in the changing rooms were distracting me from training. He put a pause on our spicy hookups, but that's not all he put a pause on.

"No cumming until after regionals", he'd told me, "and don't try to trick me either, I'm getting very familiar with your junk".

There was something extremely hot about being ordered not to cum by my coach, but even if that rule wasn't put in place, I hardly had the time, anyway. Regionals were one thing, but I also had a ton of end of year exams to get through, too, so between studying and practice, all I had time to do in my bedroom was sleep.

There was also the slight problem of a very handsome Norwegian student who happened to be a fantastic swimmer who was also competing in regionals. Oh, and he caught Alan tongue fucking my asshole in the changing rooms.

Both Alan and I had expected Bjorn to freak out and possibly expose the strange relationship that had blossomed between us, but instead, he didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Perhaps such things were more accepted where he was from, but Alan decided that it was too risky to engage in such activities so publicly anymore.

The journey to regionals was a long one. Eleven hours on a hot bus, squashed between Bjorn and the window, listening to the irritating eighteen-year-old talk about how prepared he was. Alan must have sensed that I was on the verge of punching him, and invited me to sit next to him for a while instead.

"You're on the same team" he reminded me, "play nice".

"It's not a team sport" I growled, and Alan put his hand on my knee and squeezed.

"You're a very jealous boy, Liam" he smiled.

"I'm not jealous, I've nothing to be jealous of".

My coach slid his hand a little closer to my crotch and squeezed again. I glanced over at Bjorn, but he was too busy reading to notice.

"I hope you've been following the rules" he whispered, his eyes staring straight ahead as he slipped inside my shorts and cupped my junk.

I bit down on my bottom lip. It had been over a fortnight since I'd last busted a nut, and even the slightest touch was making me hard. My cock swelled in his hand.

Alan didn't give me much more than that, and the rest of the journey was spent with fleeting erections which I had to hide from Bjorn. By the time we reached the hotel, the three of us were exhausted.

"You two go up to the room" Alan told us, "I need to talk to someone".

I grabbed my bag and walked ahead, I'd been listening to Bjorn for eleven fucking hours so the sooner I could get away from him, the better. The only downside was that the school budget allowed for one room, which meant that I'd have to endure him for the entire weekend.

"Where I come from" Bjorn said, edging his way into the elevator before I managed to close it, "we swim every single day from the age of four".

I ignored him.

"So don't be upset with the results this weekend".

"Why would I be upset about winning?" I smirked as the doors opened onto the third floor.

Bjorn scoffed as we walked. It was childish, but I purposely walked quicker, then he did, then I did, until the two of us were almost jogging down the hallway.

I reached the door first, sneering as I slid the card and pushed it open.

The hotel room was more spacious than I had expected. It wasn't the Ritz, but the three single beds were far enough away from each other that I wouldn't have to be too close to him. He nudged by me and threw his bag on the bed closest to the window.

"I want that bed" I told him, though I hadn't even considered it until now.

"Too bad" he shrugged, "I was faster".

We glared at each other for a moment before his lip curled into a smile.

"Plus" he said, "at least now you'll be closer to Coach Alan".

"Shut up"

"Make me".

God, this was ridiculous.

"Look" I snapped, dropping my bag and stepping toward him. "I don't like you, and you don't like me, so let's just get this fucking weekend over with and we can forget about this whole thing".

"Fine" he spat.

"Fine".

If I didn't dislike him so much, I would have admired how fucking cute he was, but now we were rivals, even if Alan thought otherwise.

The door opened behind us as we faced off, but neither of us looked. Once again, we were locked in some stupid, unspoken competition.

"Are you two still bickering?" Alan asked, but we ignored him.

"I'm pulling both of you from the competition" he said, "neither of you will be swimming this weekend".

The two of us snapped our heads toward him. He leaned against the wall with his foot stopping the door from closing.

"WHAT?!" We both barked, but he remained stoic.

"You can't do that!" I yelled, "I've been working for this all year!"

"Yeah, coach, you can't do this!" Bjorn mimicked, "it's not fair!"

"I can" he shrugged, "and I will".

Bjorn and I glanced at each other, horrified.

"Unless you can show me that you're prepared to work together, rather than this childish nonsense that's going on".

"Fine" I growled, and so did Bjorn.

Alan smiled at us, and waved another key card in his hand.

"Good" he nodded, "because I've gotten us a different room".

We both gulped, but there was too much on the line for either of us to argue. We grabbed our bags and followed Alan out of the room and into the other one.

"You've got to be kidding me" I hissed when the three of us stood facing two double beds.

"That's my one" Alan sighed contently, dropping his bag on the one closest to the window, "and you two are sharing that".

"I don't share beds!" I snapped, but Alan shrugged.

"Sleep on the floor then".

Bjorn seemed less furious than I was, but neither of us were happy. He threw his bag in the corner and began undressing.

"I don't care where I sleep" he scoffed, "all that matters is that I win on Sunday".

He stood before me wearing only a pair of tight, black briefs which showed his plump bulge.

"Good luck with that" I growled, and ripped off my own clothes until I stood in my boxer briefs and we both faced off once again, only this time, half naked.

"You fucking boys" Alan laughed, "get to bed, we have a long day of training tomorrow, and I swear I'll make sure you two are real close by the end of all this".

Bjorn's eyes narrowed before he crawled into the bed. Reluctantly, I slid in next to him, and Alan stood up and stripped completely naked.

"What?" He smirked, strolling across the room to the light switch, "I sleep nude".

The room was plunged into darkness and I lay there, acutely aware that Bjorn's body was pressed against mine. The bed was small, barely large enough to hold the two of us, but I was too exhausted to care anymore. Once this weekend was over, I could forget all about this, and I could forget all about Bjorn.

I closed my eyes and as I began to drift off, I was sure I felt his hand brush off my waist. This was going to be an interesting weekend.