He watched as the shimmering body rose out of the water, strong arms thrusting his body over the edge of the blitz sphere, clothes damp and a gradient of shades depending on the saturation of each area. Blonde hair full of dripping beads of crystalline liquid, eyes closed for the moment. A sharp intake of breath as the boy shook the water out of his hair, some splashing the muscular redhead as he watched in awe.
"Tidus..." breathed the awestruck Wakka as he watched the teen stretch his arms and legs, warming down after a practice. The sheer beauty of the motion was breathtaking. Hands clasped the right knee, placing the left foot as far back as it would go. The right leg bent at the midpoint as he pushed down on it three times, calf muscle flexing as he bounced. Wakka's eyes moved from the knee to the behind, watching as it tightened and then released with each push. Switching sides, Tidus did the same.
His head turn, eyes of melded ocean and sky spying the older man and he smiled. Like what you see, Wakka? Thought the seventeen-year-old mischievously. Apparently, Wakka had noticed Tidus' subtle turn and looked away quickly, his strong arms reaching behind his head, pectorals flexing as the coach of the Besaid Aurochs pretended to stretch himself. Tidus noticed slight hint of reddish-brown under the crevasse in each arm. He smiled again.
"Hey Wakka!" he called. "Think you can beat me?" The challenge had been offered and the energetic boy started running to the locker room, passing the startled guardian on the way. Not willing to lose, Wakka started after him, sandals making slight sounds as he ran on the stone floor of the stadium.
"You're gonna have to try harder than that if you want to beat me, brudda!" taunted the older male as he passed Tidus, giving him a whack on the back of the head as a parting gift. As Wakka reached the door, he used the key card, impatiently waiting for it to slide open. No such luck. Crossing his arms, he tapped his foot on the ground, waiting.
A whoosh was heard and then something passed him. "Damn," he muttered. Tidus had passed him while he wasn't paying attention. Rushing into the locker room of the Aurochs, Wakka caught Tidus in a headlock, noogieing the teenager's blonde hair.
"Hey! Hey! Wakka, cut it out!" whined Tidus, flailing his arms and kicking so he could get free. He turned his head, his nose right in the middle of the older man's armpit, red-brown hair surrounding it. Tidus breathed deeply, enjoying the slightly spicy sent of Wakka.
Feeling this, Wakka let him go, and realized that a change was taking place deep in his pants. He could feel himself stiffening and tried to hide the growing bulge from Tidus by sitting on the bench, pretending to be winded. "Man, brudda, you sure got me tired, ya," he stated, false tones of exertion laced in his rich voice.
Sitting next to the redhead, the boy couldn't help but notice the beads of sweat rolling down his companion's body. It makes him even sexier. "That's because you're out of shape," he teased, poking Wakka in the stomach a couple times, feeling the washboard of his abdominal muscles. Like he could ever be out of shape, thought Tidus. As he poked the man again, his hand slipped and Tidus felt the bulge in Wakka's pants, leaving open hand resting on his coach's lap. The teenager could feel the man quiver as the hand rested on his abdomen as well as he could feel the growing of his own anatomy. Not even daring to breath, Tidus stared at Wakka's face, looking for a hint of discomfort. He found none.
"I've been waiting for this day a long time," the silky tones of the redheaded man's voice sent shivers down Tidus' spine. The same was true for him. Wakka reached out his hand, the backs of his index and middle fingers stroking the sun-kissed, freckled face of his companion. Reaching his chin, the man put his thumb on it, cupping the boy's face gently as he brought it closer to his own.
Warm brown eyes closed as their lips made sweet contact, soon followed by those of azure. Velvet upon velvet, the kiss continued, their passions now known. Tidus' arms wrapped around the big man's back as Wakka moved the boy's lithe, swimmer's body into his lap, one browned hand resting upon the blonde's buttocks, giving a light sensual squeeze before moving to rest on the small of his back.
The kiss broke away, Tidus moving his cheek to rest upon Wakka's, enjoying the sensation of a few unshaven whiskers on his smooth skin. "Wakka..." he whispered, eyes still closed, "I love you."
"And I love you, brudda," said the man. "But you knew that, ya?"
"Yeah..." whispered the blonde.