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bold accusations from an olympian how do you know? did you try them on?

Well you did. Unless they’re a gift, but they’re still yours and they still got left behind.

Also, the label tells me all I need to know. Should I try them on? 😉

well considering i leave them all over the place i just cant seem to recall if i left any where you could find them... you should probably try them on and take a photo so i can make sure 🥰

You're a busy guy.

I don't do photos. Bad for the reputation if they get out and I'm going for Olympic gold.

You're welcome to come see for yourself.

ugh your conscientiousness is both deeply hot and annoying 🙄🙄🙄 only if you got them on pink or black? i'm missing one of each

As long as it's deeply hot first. 😏 But I guess you'll have to come see if I have them on.

They're pink. They don't quite fit over my ass.

oh, absolutely, thats pinned to the top of the list, mister olympics most definitely mine i'll come get them once i recover from the tragedy of your ass being thicker than mine

It's the swimming. Don't feel bad.

Besides yours looks like the right size to get my hands on. A perfect fit.

maybe i should learn to swim, then, because damn 👀👀👀 what a coincidence -- i was just thinking your hands are the perfect size for my ass goldilocks situation

I could be convinced to do swim lessons...

But does this mean I have to try two other asses before I find the one that's just right?

That means someone else will see me in pink first.

i'm a shame to aussiekind, i won't be able to show my face if i can't at LEAST learn to doggy paddle

[koby's typed out "no way" before he can think, before he can stop and ask himself why that reaction. why does he care?

after a beat:] i'm sure you got plenty of those lining up for a squeeze, if you WANT but i don't think any will measure up, spoiler warning

I'll make a bet - we'll get you doing more than a doggy paddle by the end of next week.

Spoilers? I got a good look in the shower so I'm inclined to believe you.

If you want to see how these fit, you don't have much time. Or should I come to you? Make a scene of it.

woahhhh, i knew olympians were all "triumph of the human spirit" and stuff but that's a big dream, q. i'll be lucky if i don't sink. there are a lotta hotties here. a LOT. i could be defeated. nooooOOOOOO no no i'm the scene-maker in this roommateship. me. myself. i'm coming, hold on.

I won't let you sink. Again, bad press. Too much paperwork.

But all that aside - are you going to come make a scene or not? I have a few other scene-makers in my inventory. They might even like me in pink, too.

[ what's a little harmless fun among roommates. ]

you must have an incredible lawyer, q. or publicist. or something.

[a huff, then a bellowed:] I said I'm coming! Jesus. [koby tosses his phone onto his bed, ignoring the insistent buzzing (more texts, he's late with an update and she's getting pissy, but christ almighty it's only been a week) and stomping over to the bathroom. he flings open his door, leaves it, clomps over the tile and then yanks open the door to quentin's side.]

Don't say "inventory", you sound like a nerd.

I know a guy.

[ or his dad knows a guy. a guy who has covered up a few things for him, yes, and who has protected q when he didn't know he needed protection. idly he thinks he needs to call his dad - it's been a while. he can't quite remember how long it's been and h̴̺͎̙͑̓͘e̴͇͙͛̚͝ c̵̦͚̈́͛̈́a̴̟͖̝̓̐̈́n̵͇̘̙̿͊͝'̸̢͓̦̐͒̚t̸̼̫̒͛̽͜ r̵̝̺͕̐̿̕e̵̡͓̟͐̓͒m̴̠͍̟̈́̒̐e̸̪͚̦͊͛͑m̸̝̪͆͘b̸͖̟͖͊͋͠e̴̝͎̝͒͌͘r̵̦͓͕͑͆ w̵̼͙͍͑͋͊h̸̢͓̺͑͐̚a̴̘̪͋̔̕t̴̡̻̾͊ h̵͉̟̓͌̈́͜i̵̦͇͒̾͆͜s̴̢͉͔͑̒̿ v̴̞̻͎̀͒̽o̸͉̦̘̓͝i̵͉̠͕͌̐̈́c̸͕̞͐̓̓e̴͉͕̺̾̈́̈́ s̴͕̻͎͋͆̔o̸̺̟͓̔̕͝u̸̼͎̽͑̔͜n̴̺͍͎̓͌̔d̴̞͎̠͛͊͝s̸̫͚͛́̾ l̵͍͎̟̈́̈́̓i̵̺͎̓͒͜k̸̙̞̺̒͌͠e̸̙͉͓̽̓͐ a̵͚͖̟̓̔̔ǹ̸̫̙̻̒̕ý̵̢̦̫͒͠m̵͇̺̻͌͒͒o̵̞̼̟̓̓͝r̸̠̘̈́́͛͜e̵̟͙͓̐̓͝.

but when the clomping of boots begins all the way to the moment those very same boots enter his room, he'll find q standing at his dresser, bent to dig out some kind of tshirt. and sure enough, he's in the pink underwear that fits him too tightly. the bottoms of his ass cheeks peek out, the fabric riding up. who knows what's going on in the front. ]

I've met many, many hot nerds. You say it like it's a bad thing.

Uh-huh. [that’s interesting, and koby should absolutely pursue that a bit more, because knowing about quentin’s dad will inform what he does next, how he approaches this odd little entanglement they’ve found themselves in – yes, the shower had thrown him, the show of something like genuine kindness deeply unnerving, but koby can adjust. he can strategize, he can adapt.

except quentin’s standing there in koby’s underwear, the silk straining over the curve of his ass and koby sort of forgets how to think for a moment. it should be comical, how poorly the pink panties fit, but – it’s not. it’s so, so not.

koby swallows, crossing his arms and resting his hip against the doorframe, like he’s unbothered, like it doesn’t matter what quentin’s wearing.] Now you’re telling on yourself. Where do you hang out where you meet that many nerds?

You can meet nerds anywhere if you look in the right places.

[ he shrugs a shoulder and rights himself, pulling out a sleeveless tank, but he ponders it, letting the muscles of his back show and flex. ]

They're the best in bed. They've been up to all the kinky shit because no one's looking in their direction. It's always fun. That and so maybe I like to read sometimes.

[ he turns then and the panties barely contain his dick but somehow they do, but the outline is nowhere near concealed. not that it matters, they've showered together, but it's different now. charged in a way that makes a little heat prickle into q's chest. ]

Trying to decide what I want to wear out to the lake. I was half tempted to just go in these and these alone. [ "these" being the underwear, of course. ]

Ahhh, there it is. [koby snaps his fingers, points, flashes his teeth in a wide grin.] Coming out as a nerd in the sneakiest way poss–

[and then quentin’s turning and the silk is hugging the shape of his dick, the contour and weight of it straining the panties and koby’s words cut off in a sound halfway between a hiccup and a gasp. he covers quickly, scrubs a hand over his face and looks anywhere, anywhere else.]

Possible. Sneakiest way possible. Uh. [a bark of a laugh, looking somewhere over quentin’s left shoulder.] Don’t think that – I mean, unless you wanna cause a fucking. Riot. Or something.

[a sex riot. a sexy olympian in panties riot.

belatedly:] The lake? Why do you wanna go to the lake? [said as if quentin’s expressed a desire to climb everest or go cave diving – possible, but absurd and inconvenient.]

Is it that bad?

[ he ducks his head to meet koby's eyes, knowing and playful. he'll take the panties as a good sign then and moves away from his dresser, padding up closer to koby. ]

I like the way they feel - and they'd look good in the sun. Maybe even better after I take a swim. Think I could pass them for swimwear?

[ a little closer then. ] Unless you had another place in mind for said riot.

The lake? It’s got ducks in it. Ducks are kinda gross. [again, affectedly casual, dismissive – koby likes ducks, actually. he likes most animals, but birds especially. the lake’s been nice to sit by and watch the sun rise after a too-long night, and he’s enjoyed watching the various waterfowl do bird things.

a thought – he’d probably also enjoy watching quentin swim among them, shirtless like he is now, the baby pink silk of the panties soaked and clinging to the supple curve of his perfect olympian ass. koby clears his throat and suddenly quentin is very close, and there’s a hitch in his breath as he looks upwards, doe-eyed, caught off-guard.]

Uh – yeah, they feel good. They’re real silk. [eyes flicking down – silky dick still fucking incredible looking, yup – then back up.] No, definitely not. Maybe on a nude beach, but not in England.

…yeah? [cautious, eyebrows ticking up. the deliberate gentleness of their first meeting had disarmed koby more than he’d even admitted to teo, and he finds now that he’s – unexpectedly soft around quentin. left a little undone, perhaps.] I wasn’t sure if, uh. You know. [a laugh, a flash of that piercing in his tongue.] You were into me or. Whatever.

Oh, I can't swim in these. It will ruin the silk.

[ as if that's the real reason he can't go out in the panties he's absolutely stolen now. but here he is looking down at the curious guy he met in the shower and something about the wide eyes and the softness of his edges draws quentin in. he knows better than to come back again and again. he chooses people he can leave after one fun night, keeping an arms' length between him and things that might hurt.

but here he is, bodying up to koby and looking down at the wide eyes and the laugh and the piercing. it's the laugh, though, that makes something bloom warm in his chest. ]

I took a shower with you. [ a little huff of a sheepish laugh, and then a shake of his head, he reaches to brush one wild lock of pink off of koby's forehead. ]

And I'm wearing your underwear. I wasn't sure if you would come or not. [ he shrugs a bare shoulder, hand dropping to koby's elbow, his hand. ] But yeah, I'm into you. I can show you, if you want.

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