"I want someone younger, Josef" he sighed into the phone, twirling a couple of curls around his fingers, impatient with the conversation already. His coach was trying to make him apologize and get his former manager back but his mind was set on someone new. "Marcus and I simply didn't have the same general view over things"

"You had a nude photoshoot when he expressly told you not to" Chris sighed once again, dramatically.

"I want to take advantage of my body!" Oh, Josef knew that too well – the Swiss was very talented on ice and a sweetheart but also a handful. It was not the first time he was causing trouble with the staff and Josef was sure it was not gonna be the last time either but he was willing to help. His skaters needed to feel comfortable if they were to make a good job and Chris was one of the best.

"I asked already for the options and they have a guy close to your age but they said they can't guarantee for him because he hasn't worked with skaters before. He just transferred."

"Hmmm" The blonde hummed and looked towards the bed where a sculptured body was on display, the strong back covered by silver waves. "I'll meet him when we get back" The huge window was showing a colorful and lively Prague, even if it was the middle of the night and he decided to fake a yawn. "I think I'm going to sleep"

"Don't forget the flight is at 10 AM"

"I won't" He assured and wished the man good night before placing the phone down and stretching, watching his tight body reflected in the window. He was butt naked and he wasn't planning on changing that anytime soon.

"What's the matter?" Came a hoarse voice which belonged to no one else but the gold medalist Viktor Nikiforov who was now staring at him, his head propped on a hand.

"Nothing to worry your pretty head about it, baby bee" Came the answer, voice deep with lust. From all the boys he's been with, Chris decided Vitya was the best. He was beautiful, he rarely said no to suggestions and he had a lot of energy. The fact that they were good friends was a bonus he couldn't neglect. Surprisingly enough, it was the Russian who began the seduction and over the years they grew close and decided to never involve feelings because they couldn't lead anywhere. They were best friends and they helped each other relieve stress once in a while, when competing in the same place. "I'm searching for a new manager."

"Well, I know how hard is to manage you" Viktor replied amused and rolled over when the Swiss jumped on the bed beside him.

"Complaining?"

"Not really"

"Good, now tell me about the asshole" His friend was good at a lot of things but finding a man was not one of them – sometimes Chris wondered if he took them all from the same place because they were all awful. It might have been Viktor's fault too because he was credulous and was getting attached easily but he never saw any of these traits as flaws, the man was just too good for the people around him.

"He was married" The blonde sighed and looked into icy blues with worry.

"Viktor – there are certain things you can't miss about married guys. The nervousness, the lack of information"

"The wedding band" Viktor added and they both chuckled. "Maybe I liked him too much and chose to ignore the red flags" He buried his face in the pillow and groaned loudly. "I'm such a loser"

Chris's big hand began to caress the skin around his shoulder blades gently and then his fingers ran through the long strands of hair. They were a bit curly now because he's had them braided for the banquet but they were falling beautifully against porcelain skin.

"Now, now, don't be too hard on yourself, mon tresor" A blue eye peeked at him and for a moment he shivered at the thought of Viktor catching feelings for him. But instead of asking for a kiss or anything like it, the man turned around so now he was on his back and bent his knees, spreading them invitingly. "Won't you be sore?"

"I don't care" Was the reply so Chris complied, grabbing one of the many condoms placed on the nightstand and hovering over the slender body in front of him. Soon he was inside the tight heat and he closed his eyes when he heard the long moan of his friend.

"Just remember, baby bee – there's nothing wrong with you. You just dated a lot of shitheads" He said, trying to control his accent and then buckled his hips, gripping the sides of the other.

He woke up because of the mattress moving and the first thing he did was to check his phone and see it was 5 AM, which was a little too early for both of them. Viktor was picking his clothes from the chair where they were left and when he saw Chris was wide awake he apologized.

"I think I should head back before Yakov finds out I'm here" The Swiss sighed.

"He already knows" The silver-haired man blinked surprised. Of course his coach knew his preference for men but how in the world did he find out about his escapades with the other skater? "That old man knows everything" Chris chuckled and Viktor grinned, even if a little tensed because of the information. He got in a sitting position so he could watch that fine ass exposed for the last time before it was hidden by black pants and followed the Russian's hands as they tied a ponytail.

"Take care, Christophe" He finally said and the other nodded.

"Call me tonight?"

"Sure" He will, otherwise he would feel ah-so-lonely. "Bizou" he winked and Chris winked before waving at him. As soon as he heard the door closing he fell back on the soft pillows and sighed, wondering if he could go back to sleep. He wasn't sure he was doing the right think with Vitya; the boy was pretty much a mess but he couldn't let go now either, it was the best he could do to help him.

He fell asleep a lot later because of the hurried thoughts and when the alarm went off at 7 AM he groaned and couldn't stop a few curses from leaving his mouth. He took a shower, discharged the used condoms and made sure he wasn't leaving anything behind before letting an obscene tip on the pillow and taking his leave, knowing he needed to meet Josef on the first floor. The airports were a nightmare and he was honestly sick of them; in fact, all he wanted was to get some days of good sleep and relaxation as the off-season was just beginning. The flight was short and once they arrived in Geneva they parted with a hug, the coach reminding him he had business to attend in the next few days too. He had interviews and photoshoots, a commercial, a press conference and he needed a manager for all of that so the next day he was going to see about the much needed man.

He was having an apartment of his own, bought by his parents as a 18 years old anniversary present and he was living there with his cat – Angelique. She was having a cat-sitter during the competitions so when he got come he was greeted by the young woman who grinned friendly as he picked the cat and kissed the top of her head gently. He paid the woman and after she took her leave he dropped his luggage, took another shower and changed into loose clothes, putting his glasses on and opening a bottle of wine.

"Congratulations on your win, Christophe" He muttered to himself before sipping from the red substance, Angie jumping on his lap. "I missed you too" He said, looking into her blue eyes fondly. It was still early so he watched some TV, chatted with Viktor, checked the social media and finished the whole bottle before falling asleep on the same place, waking up the next day with a stiff neck.

He was putting his contacts on when his phone began to ring and he looked startled at the thing, even more appalled by the name it was showing. He took a big breath and faked a smile before answering.

"Bonjour, maman!" He tried to sound cheerful.

"Bonjour, Christophe! Congratulations on the medal" He couldn't help the sarcastic comment.

"And you're only two days late"

"Don't be rude now" Her tone was chastising but he didn't really care, he put the phone on speaker and finished his job before checking himself in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a crimson collar shirt – he was looking presentable enough to trick anyone into being his manager. "How would you like to come have dinner with me and your father?"

I would rather stab myself in the eye with a fork.

"At what time?"

"At 7, like always"

"I'll see if I can manage, I'm pretty busy these days" He knew he was going to be there because even if they acted as they acted he still cared about them, especially his mother and there were rare days in which they could see each other. They said farewell and he called for a cab, impatient to be done with this.

The building was big and familiar so he took the elevator to the floor where Josef instructed him to be and enjoyed the sight of many people running around, busy with their tasks. He sometimes wondered if he could settle one day at a desk and do the same things over and over again and every time the answer was no – routine was not for him. He saw some pretty faces he knew and winked at them, obtaining blushes 90% of the time and heard Josef's voice from behind a door.

"He's a handful but he's worth all the work" He listened to the words with a smile, knowing his coach appreciated him greatly and knocked at the door, waiting for permission to enter.

"Come in!" The voice who answered was warm and it had an accent he couldn't recognize quite yet.

"There he is!" Josef said and Chris went to hug him, his eyes fixed on the man who accompanied them. He was indeed young, or at least that's how he looked like. A few centimeters taller than him, the man was slender and was smiling politely, his green eyes roaming all over the skater's figure, as if he was not sure what to believe.

"Christophe Giacometti" He took the hand that was extended to him, pleased to find warm skin.

"Dorian Quinn" British was it, then.

"Pleased to meet you" Chris winked and the man's smile hesitated, unsure. His face was framed by long brown strands of hair, some of them curling under his cheekbones, his haircut contrasting the stiff posture he insisted on. "I heard you're gonna be my new manager?" There was something teasingly in the presumption and the man cleared his voice before answering.

He spent the previous day researching his possible employer and he was still not sure if he wanted to take the job or not. Christophe was a very good skater, the national Swiss hero and he was also one of the press's favorite because of the many situations he was involved into. He was rumored to have had many affairs with other skaters, he was clubbing a lot, caught driving drunk once and was very eccentric. He thought he would decide on the spot what he should do but the Chris he had in front of him was very different from the one in the photographs he has seen and he couldn't figure out which one was real. He has also just recently transferred there and being the manager of a national star was a great beginning for his career in that country. He was intrigued.

"It seems so." He replied with a smile and the other pursed his lips, every second confirming just how good looking the brown-haired man was.

"Call me Chris"

"Chris" The skater decided he liked how his name rolled off his manager's tongue and gave him a dazzling grin before Josef intervened and announced all the things Dorian had to manage for the next days. He was surprised by the multitude of events but Christophe just won gold at GPF so the fame was imminent.

"I will call everyone and after I make a plan I will call you" Dorian said, picking his phone out of the pocket of his pants. "Your number?"

"So impatient" The blonde teased, his voice lascivious and Josef sighed.

"Behave" He said, afraid they would ruin everything in the last moment. "I wrote his number in the file I handled you"

"Okay" Dorian nodded and opened the file once again, finding the small scribble. "Perfect"

"Try to fit an appointment at my dentist too in the next days" The Swiss said and straightened his back, happy he was done with this. "Thank you, darling" Dorian frowned at the words and Josef hurried to intervene.

"He's that familiar with everyone, don't let that upset you"

"I won't" He gulped and watched as the skater excused himself, saying he had things to attend to. The important stuff were actually a few hours of well-deserved shopping and spoiling. He liked expensive items and he never backed down, no matter how scary the prices were. He got everything he bought home and then called for a cab so he would get at his parents' house in time. It was 7:10 when he knocked at the door and his mother answered in no time, placing her hands on her hips as soon as he entered and began to get his shoes off.

"You're late!"

"Good evening to you too" He said amused and undressed his jacket, leaving it at the hanger.

"Your father is livid" Nothing new, nothing new. He greeted the maid he met on his way to the dining room and smiled widely at the expression on his father's face which was a mix between disappointment and annoyance. He was used with it so he simply greeted the old man and took his seat, the food already placed in front of them.

"Congratulation on your silver medal" His hoarse voice startled Chris who was pouring himself some wine.

"Thank you"

"Is it enough for you now?" His dark eyebrows rose in surprise and waited. "Are you going to finally start college now?" The skater sighed but did his best to calm down and answer on a jolly voice.

"I have at least five more years of figure skating"

"And then what?" He hated this inquisition and whenever they met his unsure future was the only thing they were talking about. His father was a good surgeon, he has been focused on his career all his life, placing everything on the second place, including his only son. He didn't believe in trivial careers such as figure skating ones and he was hoping Christophe was going to follow his steps one day which was the exact opposite of the boy's hopes for his life. That and the fact that Chris was the rebellious type and did whatever he wanted, without "thinking about his family's reputation" were the reasons why they were living apart and rarely saw each other.

"I am not sure yet, I am living in the present"

The short sigh was the same with saying the word "foolish" inside the blonde's mind and he ignored it, sitting back down and looking at his horrified mother who was studying him, hoping for the best.

"The steak looks wonderful, maman!" He purred and they began eating, silence falling over them. It felt like a long walk of shame but he would have felt guilty if he wouldn't have came and convinced himself they were never gonna change. They made small talk after that, they received the presents he bought for them from Prague and smoothly hesitated the topic of personal life which was a controversy for them. They didn't want to believe the stories but they were aware of how much they sounded like something their son would do.

Once he finally got home he spent some time playing with Angie and wondering if he should call someone and talk about just happened. He decided not to, he had to keep his optimism for the public. He was reading a letter from a fan when his phone rang and he answered, not looking at the screen.

"Chris?" If it wouldn't have been for the obvious accent it would have been pretty hard to recognize the person talking.

"It's pretty late for a business call, don't you think?" He asked leaving the paper aside and getting up from his place.

"I apologize" The man said seriously and caused a chuckle that annoyed him a bit. "I talked with everyone enlisted and I programmed everything. Should I mail you the schedule?"

"Yes, what do I have to do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow you have…" There was a sound of pages switched on the other end of the phone. "Two interviews with different magazines and a photo shoot with one of them. Should I pick you up at 8?"

"That would be perfect" He agreed with a smile. "Thank you, darling. See you" He made a kiss sound before ending the call and resuming his reading, welcoming Angelique beside him.

Inside his rented apartment Dorian was staring at the phone, his eyebrows furrowed. He decided to do his best, no matter what the situation was but right now he was questioning his previous judgment. Was he really able to handle such a man?

A/N: Thank you very much for reading! I will do my best to keep this story interesting! Feel free to tell me what you believe about it x