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Title: (none)
Rating: G
Involving: Markus Rogan, Aaron Piersol
Summary: Markus looks at Aaron.


Markus was sure he got into this for the swimming, at first. And then it had been about the winning, the going places, the adoring public. So when did it become all about the Aaron Piersol?

Going to a meet just wasn’t as much fun if Aaron didn’t show. Winning or losing didn’t matter as long as Aaron was in the lane next to him. And God only knew that there was no point in showering if Aaron wasn’t doing the same.

Watching Aaron now, bobbing over the lane line, his smile exuberant from seeing his times, Markus could feel a smile creep over his own face. Maybe ‘creep’ wasn’t the right word. More like ‘break out’? He’d have to consider it later; the light was hitting Aaron’s dripping face just right and it would be the perfect time to float over and offer his congratulations. Except Ryan Lochte had somehow beaten him to it.

Slightly stung, Markus looked the other way. Ryan Lochte, with his innocent boy act, was really such a whore. His eyes had always looked to Michael first, but took in the entire world second. Well okay, maybe Markus was reading too much into it. After all, Ryan and Aaron were teammates, and there was nothing wrong with camaraderie.

Markus started drifting towards the ladder, eager to leave the pool anyway. Camaraderie or something more, he didn’t want to see the proof today if he didn’t have to. Right as he got to the ladder, however, he felt a fingers brush against his lower back.

“It’s really too bad you don’t wear a suit that unzips.”

Markus glanced back over his shoulder and saw Aaron grinning at him. Ryan was moving in another direction. Towards Phelps? Markus could only hope. He grinned back.

“These come off if you pull hard enough.”

“I think I’ll have to test that later.” And Aaron’s expression was serene. Markus laughed.

“That might be fun.”