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Sometimes the Fates are Badass Bitches
Javier
I watch Aleks pace the tiled locker room with his leather vocal filter gripped tightly in one hand. Tension is tight in his shoulders, his face drawn with worry. Cora is in the locker room next door.
A thick blue line is painted across his eyelids and brows, with a barely-there dust of silver under his eyes. He looks striking, and I know the blue will look beautiful against the green of his scales as well as the blue and purple of Cora’s tail.
When it came to costuming, Aleks and I had already decided on something more simple than the typically ornate and vibrant body jewels and paint worn by sirens. Aleks will wear his chest bare, while Cora’s simple silver top covers her breasts.
The last fourty-eight hours of practices have been exhausting. The two sirens put in long hours together in the water, and Cora did an incredible job committing the routine to memory.
She is a beautiful artistic swimmer. Aleks is a beautiful artistic swimmer, too. They share a training background, one I had a part in from the years I coached them under Alina’s watchful gaze. Aleks and Cora have competed together in ensembles. Each of them have won international medals for their talents. But now, when they swim together, there is something missing. Aleks moves like a modern dancer, his movements loose, raw, and fluid, while Cora has the precise and angular execution of a classically trained ballerina.
The sun had already sunk down below the horizon when I finally called an end to their practice last night. They had mastered the routine hours before, and had been trying to come to some middle ground on the style. I helped where I could, making suggestions they willingly incorporated, but none of it felt like enough.
No amount of practice could make up for their lack of compatibility as duet partners. Whatever stylistic changes Aleks has embraced in his return to the sport, Cora remains fully traditional in her techniques.
I glance down at my watch. There is only an hour before their qualifying performance. If Aleks goes out there like this, in this state, their performance is doomed before it begins.
“Come here,” I say, voice firm.
Aleks walks over to me and scowls. “I want a cigarette.”
I raise my brows, unimpressed. But then I look at him more closely. This is his first time competing in years. Nerves roll from him in waves, and I swear my own heart races.
“Do you need me to step in, boy?”
Relief crosses his face, and he nods. Light catches on the corners of his eyes like he is fighting off tears.
I glance around quickly. We have this locker room to ourselves.
Even so, I grab a towel from a stack on the bench and get up. Holding the shower stall door open, I look right at Aleks. He walks over obediently. I latch the door behind us.
Turning to face him, I take a slow, deep breath. His body mirrors mine. Good.
“I am watching the time,” I tell him, pointing to my watch. “You have forty five minutes until you need to be out there. Understood?”
Aleks nod, eyes fixed on mine.
Folding the towel in two, I drop it to the floor in front of me. “On your knees, boy.”
He lowers himself down to his knees. I watch his lips part in a sigh. I make quick work of pulling my cock from my pants. I am soft, although I know it will not be the case for long.
Aleks’ eyes flutter closed as he wraps his lips around me, sucking on the tip before taking me deeper into his mouth. His shoulders drop, like the anxiety is melting out of his body.
Nothing in the world makes me happier than knowing I have anticipated the needs of my boy. Nothing, nothing compares to the high of getting it right.
“Just like that,” I murmur softly. “Perfecto, sireno. Perfecto.”
I brace a hand against the stall in front of me, while my other hand reaches down to gently touch his face. His mouth feels phenomenal, but this is not about me. My body responds, but I try to keep my energy and attention on him.
“You have been striving for this moment, Aleks. Your hard work will not go unrewarded. Whatever happens out there, you are a dancer. Dancing is in your blood. It is your birthright, and you have found your way back here on your own terms. No one can take this away from you.”
His eyes open, blinking up at me, wide and red-rimmed as his mouth stretches wide around my cock.
“Fuck, boy, you have me close.” I swear I was not planning on coming, but his mouth is too hot and tight around me.
Aleks nods, the movement jerking him up and down my cock. With a groan, I push my hips forward slightly, nudging the roof of his mouth. When I get an encouraging whimper, I do it again.
