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Gian panted. His muzzle hung just open, breaths sucked between his lips. He felt sweat dripping down him, the steady, bouncing rhythm of his body matched by his partner. He felt the pleasant, familiar burn throughout his body, the giddy sensation of being so close to finishing. He looked to the Gaomon, their eyes meeting.

"Almost." Gian grunted, the Gaomon nodding.

They smiled and both turned back to the path, steadily evenly along it, another ten minutes bringing them to the rear area of the school. Gian stumbled to a walk first, his hands above his head, holding each other. His tank top was soaked in sweat, jogging shorts moist around his hips. He looked over the Gaomon, who'd fallen to his back in the school's plush lawn.

"Coach is going to be yelling at you again. You are supposed to stand and breathe, remember?" Gian paced in a circle, his heart steadily thumping in his chest. His gaze went along the sharp, contrasting line of green grass and cream-colored gym building. "Speaking of..."

Austin quickly jumped to his feet and jogged toward the gym. Gian followed close behind, watching as Austin peeled his t-shirt off and slung the moist cloth over his shoulder. He and Gian made their way back to the locker room doors. Their beast of a coach, a towering muscle man of blackwargreymon, waited at the entrance, leaning back against the double door's frame.

"Y'boys are the first again. As usual." He jerked his head toward the locker room entrance. "No pushups. Wash up. Be early this weekend."

In unison the boys chimed, "Yes, coach." and made their way into the locker room. The air was moist from the last PE class's showers and thick with the funk of gym classes, all the sports clubs and students not taking their clothes home to wash often enough. Each made their way to their lockers. As of two days ago, the start of a new semester, their new locker assignments were only a few apart on the same aisle. Gian pulled his locker open and rummaged inside. His hand came back out holding his cell. He flipped it open, the one text message opening.

Patrick: Hi G-spot. Hang out after your run?

"So, doing anything after this? Or you just resting up before the meet this weekend?"

Gian thumb clicked 'reply' out of reflex. "Might hang out with Pat it seems. Probably just video games like usual." He muttered absently, thumb typing away.

Gian: G-spot? Can't you just call me Gian like everyone else?

Gian lifted his head, turning to smile at Austin, "Got Bloody Roar 3..." he quickly turned his back, blushing, "-I've been wanting to play." He peeled his shirt off and dropped his shorts and jock around his ankles, the fresh image of his nude friend stuck in his mind.

"I don't care Gian. I know you're not going to gay rape me or anything. Though..." he chuckled, staring. "You do look nice bent over from behind. But like I said when we got assigned.... I don't mind, stop being so paranoid."

Gian felt himself go scarlet. His hand vibrated and he stood, taking the opportunity to keep his back turned and reply to his text.

Patrick: I like having a special name for you. It makes it feel more special.

Gian: UR already one of my best friends. G-spot is a girl thing anyway. Gross :p

Gian turned back to face his locker. He took a glance over his friend. Austin was toweling sweat off the fur of his naked body, at the moment toweling his junk vigorously. Gian couldn't help but admire his friend's body. He bit his lip, looking back into his locker and pulling the towel out of it.

Buzz. Patrick: Guy G-spot is prostate. But yeah! Ugh, vaginas :p So hang out? Y/N?

Gian wrinkled his muzzle and chuckled at the text, then looked back up. "Yeah, but... I don't know. I'm into guys, and you know that... isn't it rude? Kind of like if you were staring at a chick." He turned back, "Besides. I doubt Melisa would appreciate you ogling my tush. Not very straight of you either, Mr. hetero-gao." Gian savored that last bit, something their mutual friend Jerry called Austin- though Jerry did it in far more spiteful tone than Gian.

Gian: Y.

Austin rolled his eyes, "Not you too... Melisa won't care. She thinks you're hot. And with hips like that, bent over, I could pretend."

Gian felt his face redden all over again. He bent, winced at a whistle form Austin, and threw his clothes back in his locker. He stood and turned to back to the gaomon. Austin had pulled his shirt on and was tying his bandana atop his head.

"You're... I don't even know what you are." Austin laughed at that. "Anyway, I'm going to go rinse. See you this weekend, mm?"

Austin nodded as he drew his gloves up along his arms. "Sure thing", he replied as he finally pulled on his - to Gian's amusement - tighty whities and black pants. He turned, holding his hand out. Gian took it and the gaomon pulled him close, and wrapped an arm around him. Gian returned the gesture, feeling awkward being nude and pressed to his straight friend. "Catch'ya later."

Gian made his way over to the showers with a towel wrapped around tight to his waist. Other members of the track team were just coming in. As he reached the showers he heard Austin's locker slam. Gian tossed his towel over the shower's wall and turned on the water. Soon he was under it. It was blissful to him to have his leg muscles burning and the warm water rinsing sweat from his body; the afterglow of a run. He tried to keep his eyes to himself as other team members rinsed off, though it was hard not to peek; especially at the gumdramon teammate, Ivan. His bits rivaled Gian's own, at least in being uncut and a "show'er". Gian didn't feel too bad for his glances. He'd spotted many of his teammates doing similar before. Being uncut had earned Gian and the gumdramon frequent glances and poorly-hidden stares. Gian felt he was the target of more frequent glances though, being early (and excessively) endowed. At least Austin was the only teammate that knew of Gian's taste for men.

Soon Gian was back before his locker and drying off. He pulled his clothes back on and turned. A glimpse, admiring a golduck's bare rear, and he slipped out the back exit, only a minor blush upon his cheeks. Just as the door shut he felt himself half-tackled from the side, stumbling to steady himself.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Gian." Said a sweet voice, a bit high for their age, appropriate for the thin twink of a buizel it came from.

"Hi, Patty." Gian replied once stable. He smirked and hugged against his best friend.

"Patty!?" the builzel gave the darkest look so cute a face could muster. It was pathetic, as far as dirty looks went, and brought a mirthful giggle from Gian.

"No Patty and no G-spot. Deal?"

The builzel gave the most adorable pout lip he could. Gian held firm, and a moment later Patrick conceded.

"Fine. Gian." Patrick gave his blue friend a quick peck on the cheek, then slipped back. Gian wasn't exactly tall, but he still had a good bit of height over Patrick. He smiled down to the buizel.

"Soooo.... We're on for queers tonight?"

Gian shook his head and stuck his tongue out. "Once was enough for me. QSU just isn't my thing. I got to meet you and Obby when Austin dragged me. That was enough."

The buizel pouted and folded his arms, hip popped left, his perfect little pout pose. "Fine. I'll just have to have TWICE the pride to cover for you."

Gian rolled his eyes. "I have pride... I just don't have the mind to put up with people out there. I mean, I'm out to my family, close friends... Good enough, right?"

Pat nodded, but Gian could see him wince a little. He instantly felt bad, knowing the otter 'mon wasn't yet out to his parents. Gian smiled and rubbed atop Patrick's head

"Maybe next week."

Gian sat before the large television, lounging back on the couch. Patrick sat on the floor between his legs, both their gazes fixed to the television, practically expressionless as their thumbs moved frantically over the controller.

"Patrick, dear, are you staying for dinner?" Gian's mother asked from the doorway.

"No Mrs. R. Thank you though, y'know your cooking's the bomb." the otter replied, not even looking from the television.

"For goodness sake, Patrick, call me Detta. You've basically been a son to us for a year now."

Patrick finally pulled his eyes from the screen to give an appreciative smile to the older veemon woman. "Thank you, Detta. Maybe tomorrow? After queers I have to go home. Dad's home and mom wants us all to have dinner together."

Benedetta's soft, constant smile went to a tight frown for a short moment before it disappeared. She nodded, "Oh, of course dear. I hope your QSU meeting goes well, and dinner too."

Patrick looked back to the television and nodded, "Thanks Mrs... Detta. Me too."

"Benedetta. The phone's for you." The deep, bass-filled voice of Gian's father called from the kitchen.

The older veemon smiled at the two boys before she turned and went back to the kitchen. Patrick slumped back against the couch between Gian's legs. Gian reached down and rubbed atop the otter's head, feeling sympathy for his friend. He used to feel guilty for having a healthy family life when his best friend's was so rough, just like with Nathan. The thought of his yoshi brought a dull ache within him, even so long past. Patrick had helped with it... Gian tried not to feel it, but Patrick was kind of like Nathan all over again: The poor family life, the happy-go-lucky attitude, always smiling... God had taken one away, but given him another. And Gian always felt bad thinking it. Nathan was different, Gian had felt different about him... but Patrick was so similar, they had meshed so well.

"Gian?"

"Yeah?"

There was a few moments pause. The room resounded with the clicks of the two controllers and the sounds of the video game.

"... Would you be my boyfriend?"

Gian stared at the screen. It flashed as Patrick's character died, both them resetting to the beginning of the stage. He looked down to his friend. The buizel's large, brown eyes stared up at him, upside down. Gian had an odd feeling of surrealism, as though the question had only been in his mind. He felt like Patrick was reading his thoughts.

Gian's perspective seemed to shift. He was seeing Patrick anew for the first time again. His eyes caught the bright glint of Patrick's lip piercing, the flecks of gold in the buizel's dark brown eyes, the contrast of his markings. That glimmer of pink proudly worn in Patrick's right ear. Patrick's expression was so sweet, innocent. Gian felt his heart go out to that hopeful, wanting expression. He felt butterflies, his mind raced, something felt heavy within him. He wasn't even sure he understood or heard it right.

"Uhm... What?"

The buizel smiled. A sweet giggle rolled from his lips up to the blue digimon's ears. "Just that... we are like... boyfriends already right? I mean, you're the sweetest guy I know and ... we're really close... we kind of cuddle now and then, your parents like me, and ... I think I love you."

Gian simply stared. He felt himself lean forward, making better eye contact with Patrick. He could see his own expression mirrored in Patrick's large eyes. Patrick's bright, hopeful expression contrasted so with the questioning, unsure expression mirrored. Gian's mind echoed, over and over... is this how he had felt for Nathan? Was this his replacement? Was he ready for this to happen again? Was he even over Nathan?

"I... uh... wow." Gian softly uttered, quietly and under his breath. His mind kept racing, faster and faster. Did he love Patrick? Did he love him like he loved Nathan? He didn't think so. Would he grow to love Patrick like that? Was it fair to Patrick? Gian felt time slow, hours of thoughts racing by. As he stared, he realized only a second had passed. He watched as Patrick's expression slowly dropped from hopeful curiosity to concern. Gian felt his ears lay back a little. "I... Yeah... I think so."

Patrick's expression turned instantly happy once again. More than that: ecstatic, blissful, exploding with excitement. Patrick pushed himself up from the floor and they kissed. Gian's mind finally stopped, and went blank. Patrick's eyes closed. Gian watched a moment longer, his eyes looking down along Patrick's jaw and throat. He closed his eyes and returned the kiss. It felt nice, the warm, soft furred lips against his own. It was so different from Nathan's kiss, but felt so comforting. Something he needed: The warm touch of love. A guy that loved him, that was so kind. They had helped each other so much this past year, they had grown so close. Gian felt himself press closer. It was heavenly. He felt the ache, the pang of longing for a companion, finally dulled. This could work.

Patrick eagerly pressed into the kiss. His paws came up, caressing the sides of Gian's muzzle. The soft, smooth skin felt so sensual under the pads of his fingers. Patrick felt something warm spread through him; the relief of months of wanting, and hoping, and fearing, finally disappearing as he kissed the man he loved. He felt his world spin, felt like he was dropping away. His absent, asshole father, the way his schoolmates hated him for being so out about liking men, the stresses of school... It didn't matter. He had his flamedramon, and his flamedramon felt the same way about him.

The kiss broke. Both them looked at one another, smiling. It felt nice, it felt... natural. Patrick smiled again, eyes still closed. His head turned back down to the screen, starting the mission up again. Gian looked down at his friend... boyfriend, he'd agreed. He felt a little dizzy, confused. It felt so good, filled something he'd been missing for so long now. Gian's attention quickly returned to the television as they started their mission again.

"We're never going to beat legendary if you keep dying." Gian teased a few moments later.

Patrick just grinned and leaned against one of Gian's legs. They continued playing, as though nothing had happened. But it was so different now. It was better, Gian decided.

Gian stepped out the front door with Patrick. They ambled down the walkway, the quiet sound of sneaker sole on cement prominent amid the warm, quiet evening. The cement line meandered through a thick, green lawn, perfectly manicured by Gian's father. When they got to the driveway Patrick dropped his board down to the ground with a loud clack-clack. Patrick's leg raised and his shoe-shod foot dropped upon the board, holding it in place. He looked up to Gian. Gian admired how cute Patrick was, paws under his backpack straps and holding them, his body small compared to Gian's, whom wasn't very large himself.

"My very own first boyfriend." Patrick perked his small, round ears, oh-so-proud looking. Gian could only smile in response, his long tail swaying about.

"Yep... Weird, huh?"

Patrick shook his head. His foot idly pushed his skateboard back and forward a few inches.

"No... I always thought, and hoped, we'd kinda... yeah." He looked up. Gian felt the warm, heart-melting feeling inside when Patrick gave that elated look. It was more than his constant, cheerful smile. It was just a little different, a little more honest. It made butterflies stir in his belly. He did love Patrick.

"Well... a good surprise for me."

Patrick giggled and leaned in. He quickly kissed Gian's nose and hopped his other foot up to his skateboard. He rolled down the driveway. He turned down the sidewalk and pushed his way back toward the school. Gian watched until Patrick rounded the corner, out of sight. He sighed quietly and looked to the pink and blue sky. Thin trails of clouds were lazily floating above. They burned, blazoned with the sun's setting rays, bright gold and red and pink.

"Giancarlo. Dinner is done."

Gian looked over his shoulder and smiled cheerfully at his older brother and walked back up the lawn to the house.

Gian held his phone under his desk, typing on it. He glanced down to read, but his thumb slid easily over the nine keys to type out his message even while he watched his (exceptionally boring) biology lesson. The teacher was droning on about DNA. He was just reciting the book aloud, the assigned reading they had had last week. Gian sighed and glanced back down.

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Patrick: I don't believe it... I have the cutest, best, nicest, most wonderful guy ever for my boyfriend. And he's so sexy (at least... what I've seen!... ;)) and awesome

Patrick: and I bet is the best kisser ever! ;) At least, the best I've had... 1/1! .... Not much a group to win out of but... OMG it was so cool!... I'm so glad you were my fi

Patrick: rst kiss.

Gian: Sheesh... you're going to make me red for the rest of my life. Ten? Twenty? Times is enough! Silly :)

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Gian turned his full attention back to the lesson. He glanced around the room, eyeing his gumdramon teammate. Among many students- most sleepily leaning on their desk, drawing, anything but paying attention- was Blaine, the gazimon. He sported his usual rainbow wristband and looked mischievous as ever. Gian only recognized him from the one time he'd gone to QSU. Austin had pointed the gazimon out, a much closer friend of Austin than most other QSU members. Austin, Obby, Patrick, Blaine and three other QSU members had all gotten their first sets of piercings together. It had gotten the group attention, for sure.

In the back of the class was Santino. His older brother always sat in the back of the class. His pen spun, danced and slipped between his fingers while Santino watched the lesson. Gian couldn't help but, once again, admire Santino's calm, reserved personality. And that he had an A in every class he'd taken. Santino had a mind for every scholarly subject. Gian just wanted to make art. And run.

Gian's eyes turned down to his notes. A few scribbles here and there, mirroring the notes he'd taken over the weekend. He gave up after ten minutes of word-for-word textbook regurgitation. Now the page was smattered with doodles. He'd sketched out fencing forms, video game characters... and near the bottom was a sketch of Patrick. Gian thought best when sketching. It cleared his mind. His thoughts drifted to Patrick again. Gian's pencil tip stroked across the lines of Patrick's drawn face. The thin lead traced along the bottom of Patrick's eyes, then emphasized the reflection on them. That otter had gorgeous eyes; despite everything he'd been through, they were so hopeful, caring, excited, trusting... courageous. Like Nathan's.

Gian felt a buzz on his thigh. He looked back down.

Patrick: Well ur my first bf. Im excited. So sue me :p u have experience I dont. Its like my first xmas!

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Gian's fleshy ears laid back a moment. What timing, as though Patrick was in his mind, bringing up Nathan. Gian sighed and looked back to the board. He was over it... he thought. But he did miss Nathan sometimes - A lot of the time. He didn't cry anymore. He just hoped Nathan was doing better, getting the life he deserved. Gian rest his chin upon his left palm, elbow upon the desk. His mind drifted, wondering what it was like in a Christian school. Santino would do fine, Gian thought. Santino was a bit odd - he was a devout Catholic, as was their parents, but he'd never been judgmental, hateful, or anything Gian associated with religious Americans. He was quiet, respectful, always saying the right thing. He'd get along great... Gian would die inside, every day, if he was surrounded by those people. Hopefully Nathan wasn't. Nothing should change so wonderful a person.

Another buzz. Patrick: So can we swim together? I know u dont run today. We can go 2 school pool?

Gian tapped his phone against his thigh a few times. His trunks were still in his locker, he didn't have any plans... he could. He should. This was his boyfriend. He lifted his head from his palm and looked about the room. Ivan smiled at him, and then pretended to shoot himself in the head. Ivan wasn't much a scholar, as Gian recalled. He stuck his tongue out and continued gazing about the room, as if searching for an answer. His eyes fell upon Santino. His brother's thumbs were idly screwing and unscrewing the cap of his pen. Santino's eyes flicked to Gian. For a short moment he smiled and then his eyes were back on the board, his expression again neutral. Gian smiled wide in return, turned forward again, and thumbed at his phone's keyboard. He loved when Santino smiled. It was a shame he didn't do it more often.

Gian: For a lil. U know I dont swim as well as u :p if I swim w/ u u should run w/ me.

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A short pause, just as the period bell rang. Gian gathered his backpack, and then felt a vibration again.

Patrick: I would die. Like DIE. Dont worry. If u have trouble I'll always be there for MY Gian. <3

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Gian smiled at his phone. He shut it and pocketed the phone. A low sigh came as he left the class. European history was next on the schedule. He hated learning an American book's history of his home. As much as he loved his friends, his life in America, he missed his family and his home. Italy was so far, and the yearly visit was always so short.

The day finally ended. Gian paced across campus toward the gym. He walked quickly, excited for his swim with Patrick. Gian did love swimming, even if he wasn't the best at it. Patrick could literally swim circles around Gian while the flamedramon swam laps. Luckily, during the warmer parts of the year, the school had free swim sessions before lap swimming and water polo practice. Fun swimming wasn't so bad, when Gian didn't have to be self-conscious about his form. It probably had to do with his and Santino's lives in classical fencing and fighting training. Gian was ashamed he couldn't get swimming form down perfect.

Soon the blue dragon stood before his locker. He looked about. The locker room was deserted. Not many took advantage of the school's open swimming pool. It was silly of them. The best high school in the area with more than adequate facilities, but they never took advantage of it.

Gian wondered where Patrick was. The familiar clank-cling-click-metallic clash of his locker opening echoed in the locker room. Gian turned his back to the open end of the row from habit and drew up the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up along his head. He slowed his motions as he heard the quiet sound of soles upon cement. Gian got a grin on his face, pulling his shirt up and off. He could feel someone just behind him. As the shirt left his head, he turned, a flash of orange all the proof he needed. He quickly leaned forward and smooched Patrick's nose.

Patrick's face was in front of him for only a second before the startled buizel fell on his tush. Gian tossed his shirt off to the bench next to him and giggled, reaching a hand out for his fallen friend. He felt a little bad, but it was worth it to turn the tables and startle the more-often startler.

"You all right?"

Patrick nodded a little and grabbed Gian's hand, helping himself up with it. He huffed in an indignant way. He stood before Gian, arms crossed and pouty. The buizel was garbed in a blue, tight speedo.

"My tail bases hurt... but nothing a little swimming won't fix!" the buizel excitedly replied, each of the two tails swaying about.

Gian rolled his eyes, tucking his shirt into his overly crowded locker. "I swear, you buizels are made of water..."

"Possibly. Hey, Gian."

Gian looked over. A confused look spread across his face, returning the stare Patrick was giving him. Patrick's small grin grew to a wide, closed-eyed smile. Gian noticed movement and looked down; he quickly realized Patrick had tugged his speedo down. Gian eyed the buizel's cream-colored sack, and a cream-to-fleshy-pink faded, circumcised shaft resting atop them. He blushed and looked away; the chubby, if small, member stuck in his mind.

"Well...?"

Gian spoke into his locker, "S... sorry. It's not ... I just didn't expect that." and he paused a moment. He couldn't leave it at that. "It's cute." He quickly choked out, still surprised. He looked over to Patrick, making eye contact. Gian bit his lip. That wasn't the right word, for sure.

"... cute?"

Gian's fleshy horns laying back. He hadn't meant it that way.

"Well... it's nice. I mean... just... I didn't expect you to show me, and it's different from what I'm used to."

Gian spoke quietly, ears tuned to the sounds of the locker room, cautious for anyone else to hear them. He stepped up and out of his jeans, peeling his socks off with the waist of his jeans. A shiver passed up his spine and down his tail as his warm soles rest upon cold cement.

Patrick approached and stroked his paw along Gian's hip.

"That's okay... but... your turn?" his hopeful expression turning from the boxers up to Gian.

Before he could protest, Gian felt his hips turned and boxers pulled outward by the hem. He flushed, awkwardly standing there as his boyfriend looked down upon his personal bits.

"... Woah. Okay... you are big. Uh..."

Gian fought the urge to pester Patrick's paw away. It didn't feel right, the way his eager... and very new... boyfriend was getting so close in so public a place.

"What's with all... that?"

Gian looked down to himself, concerned. He looked to Patrick, the realization dawning slowly upon him. He stepped away, Patrick's paw releasing his garment, the elastic waistband snapping back against his upper groin. Gian reached into his locker and withdrew his swim trunks, a rather bright orange, red and yellow, and turned his back to Patrick.

"It's my foreskin. I wasn't circumcised." Gian replied as he pushed his boxers down, sure Patrick was taking an eyeful of his rump. "It's what it looks like when you're... like... not." Gian drew his swim trunks up and turned back to Patrick, tying the string upon his waist.

"Ohhhhh... I've heard about that!" Patrick nodded, folding his arms and leaning against the locker. "Isn't it like... dirty or something? Or causes disea-... uh..." he quickly cut his words short.

Gian turned to look at Patrick again, his hands in his locker holding everything in. He just stared a few moments, brows slightly furrowed, until Patrick spoke up.

"S... sorry Gian... uhm... stupid American?" the buizel used his most common excuse. It often came up when talking about Europe, or Gian's family traditions, Catholicism... many topics, in fact. It was at least accurate, in many respects.

Gian turned back to his locker. He shut it, the corner of his shirt hanging out, but paid it no mind. He shifted the trunks' tail-flap to be more comfortable at its base.

"I'm really sorry Gian, it's just I've never seen one, not even online... and... uhm... I think it's nice. I bet I'll really like it."

Gian ignored the nervous, unsure tone in Patrick's voice. He looked up and forced that bright, large smile of his. Patrick's expression quickly mirrored it, though far more genuine.

"Alright, let's swim."

Patrick turned about face, and headed toward the pool. He walked with a particular bounce to his step, sway to his tails, and Gian could tell the otter was more than ecstatic to get some swim time together.

Gian treaded slowly through the water, primarily using his legs and tail to propel him along. He was just pedaling lazily in the deepest part of the pool, avoiding the two others in the shallow end. Patrick was, to little surprise on Gian's part, swimming literal circles around him. The buizel floated upon his back, twin tails and legs propelling him far faster than Gian could manage.

Patrick sunk under the water and turned, swam under Gian, giving the flamedramon a grope as he slipped passed. Gian rolled his eyes, rolled to his back and kicked water into Patrick's face as the buizel surfaced. Gian glanced to the lifeguard, noting happily that the grope hadn't been observed.

"Stupid webbed hands and feet." He stuck his tongue out at Patrick, the sharp taste of chlorine upon his own lips.

"We could get you webbed gloves, the ones I showed you online."

Patrick rested his back to the side of the pool, arms bracing him. He lifted both his feet to the top of the water, bringing the top halves of his feet out. He splayed and wiggled his wide toes, showing off the webbing between them.

"Can't fake these though! Not without some gaudy flippers."

Gian swam over to the edge. His left arm held to the cement side. Despite Patrick's assurance, they had swum about quite a bit, leaving Gian a little out of breath.

"And the gloves aren't gaudy?"

"They don't look that bad. Not the black ones." Patrick got his mischievous smirk, "You look cute panting like that. Wonder if it's like when you..." The smirk turned from mischievous to perverse. Gian rolled his eyes.

"Sheesh, one track mind?"

"Two. Swimming too."

Gian sighed and shook his head. He went rigid as he felt something below. A quick glance confirmed what he knew; Patrick's webbed toes were teasing and feeling him through his swim trunks. Gian's eyes snapped up to the still grinning buizel.

"Stop that... there are people in here."

Gian kept a hushed tone, glancing around. A golduck, koopa, and the lifeguard. Gian spotted two more coming from the locker rooms as well.

"Patrick. Quit it."

He turned back to see Patrick's disappointed expression.

"They can't see from here..."

"If I got hard it will be too obvious." Gian slipped back a little, sparing himself the inquisitive touches. Patrick's small ears laid back, the pink ball in his right one glistening with water.

"Oh yeah... at your size..." Patrick thought back to his recently gained intelligence. "Sorry... I just wanted to like... make up. I didn't mean what I said earlier."

Gian could feel a lump in his stomach. He nodded a little, looking back to the others. The two girls from the locker room were sitting on the edge now, legs hanging in the water. Gian turned back, guilt making him feel heavy.

"It's... okay Patrick. We are different after all, right, mister fuzzy?"

Patrick's smile returned. Gian felt the lump melt away, replaced by a warm feeling. He always admired that about Patrick. That buizel couldn't be unhappy for more than a few minutes. He was just too optimistic and happy all the time.

"But... don't do that in public okay?"

Patrick nodded vigorously, slipping his arm off the side, "Sure thing, w-"

Gian cut him off, "I... mean I don't think we're ... I'm ready for that. Not just public, but... not ready at all. Is that okay?"

Patrick met Gian's eyes, staring for a few moments. He smiled wide again and nodded, dipping a little, "Sure Gian.", happy as ever.

Gian sighed in relief. He'd been so concerned Patrick wouldn't understand. The worry that'd plagued him a few days finally loosened its grip upon him. He'd always known Patrick was a rather... sexual type of guy. At least, many conversations they'd had led Gian to think such.

Soon Gian pleaded exhaustion. He made his way to the edge of the pool. Pulling himself up, he watched as Patrick swam around a few laps. Gian stepped up and out of the pool entirely, water pouring off him. His swim trunks were the wettest part, his smooth skin comparably dry. Soon, Patrick slipped out as well. He had the disadvantage, his fur holding all the water.

Gian toweled himself. It wasn't much work, to get his smooth body dry, especially with the sun above. He had time to admire Patrick's body. The slick, wet fur detailed every muscle and curve of Patrick's body. Gian felt a stir in his groin. Patrick's abs, shown only through his wet slick fur, were gorgeous. Gian's were nice, but there was something exceptionally arousing how Patrick's abs were often hidden by that fluffy otter fur, but just so often... like now... revealed for Gian to ogle. It was like the tease of a skimpy g-string, so arousing in its own way.

Gian quickly finished toweling and held the now-moist towel to his belly. It conveniently hung over his groin that way, offering his thickened shaft some more cover. Patrick looked intuitively at Gian but quickly shrugged it off.

"Shall we?" he asked, toweling his little otter ears.

Gian nodded and they headed back to the locker room. Gian made his way to his locker and began opening it again, Patrick close in tow.

"See? That was fun right? We could do it more if you like." The buizel excitedly offered.

Gian had to admit it hadn't been so bad, just relaxing in the pool with Patrick; it was much better than lap swimming, at least. He smiled, "Yeah... I could do that."

In the locker room Patrick stood near Gian, changing form his slim speedo into the clothes he'd retrieved from his locker. He kept his eyes on the lockers, not wanting to impose on Gian's privacy.

"Sorry about earlier, Gian. I really didn't mean it... someday, if you want, I'd love to learn about... uh... how you are. Foreskin seems kinda cool."

Gian pulled his boxers up and looked over. Patrick had turned away as he bent over. The twin buizel tails swayed about as he pulled up a pair of snug briefs. Something about them was adorable, both on Austin and Patrick. The sight certainly caused a stir in Gian's loin. His boyfriend was, undeniably, quite sexy.

"... I can do that."

Patrick stood and looked over his shoulder, large brown eyes sparkling with excitement and curiosity.

"Really?"

"Not now."

Gian stuck his tongue out at Patrick, the buizel returning the gesture.

"Sorry about the... cute thing."

Patrick stood fully and shook his head, stretching his slim body up. Gian stared, the stir in his groin returning.

"No... It's okay, Gian. I mean... hell, compared to yours, it is. But it's what I got!" Patrick chirped cheerfully, pulling his shirt on. Gian laughed and resumed dressing.

Soon they each donned their backpacks, and headed out the front locker room exit. Gian's eyes winced, pupils contracting in the bright outside light, stark in contrast to the dimly lit locker room.

"So... I think I want to tell... er... we should tell your parents about us at dinner tonight. That okay?"

Gian stopped dead in his tracks. He turned, looking down at Patrick. The buizel had found a sudden interest in the hem of his shirt, paws playing and tugging at it, eyes focused downward. He had a habit of breaking eye contact and fidgeting his paws when nervous. Gian usually found it adorable. Right now, he just wished Patrick would look up, to meet Gian's eyes. Patrick's eyes were like portals right to his mind; he couldn't hide anything through them. The moment stretched to awkward as Gian's stomach clenched and flipped nervously.

"Uhm... Patrick..."

The buizel's foot dug at the ground, his shoulders dropping. He looked defeated before Gian even had a chance to reply, as though he knew the answer coming. Patrick's fingers tugged and stretched the hem material.

Gian felt the knot tighten in his stomach. Telling his parents made it so ... official. What would Santino think? His incredibly loving, but very overprotective, brother always wanted what was best for Gian. Was Patrick best? It plagued Gian's mind. Santino did like the buizel a lot, at least. Every member of his family loved Patrick. Gian felt the knot loosen and a warmth washed over him. He pictured how happy his family would be for Patrick and him.

Gian glanced around. Not many around, no one looking their way. His paw came up below Patrick's chin, pulling Patrick to look up at him. Their eyes met. Gian smiled, Patrick quickly mirroring it. Gian could see the want in Patrick's eyes, the pure, honest love he held. Gian leaned in for a quick kiss, the fuzzy buizel lips tickling his own. He quickly drew back- but not fast enough. A chuckle sounded behind them. Ivan passed, having exited the locker room after them. He didn't turn, didn't say anything, just walked past, backpack slung over his shoulder.

Gian felt himself redden. He looked back to Patrick. The buizel was chewing his bottom lip. His ears were perked and intent.

"Yeah... I think that's a good idea."

Patrick's jaw dropped, then he cheered, "Woohoo!", jumped and threw his arms around Gian. Inside, Gian felt something melt, an intensity spread through him. It felt so good to make so close a friend happy, to explode with pure joy the way only Patrick could manage. Gian returned the hug, holding his warm, furred boyfriend close. Gian closed his eyes. His second boyfriend... This one would be good, this one would end right.

To be continued-