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ryoyiel · 2 years

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91 but especially 108 for atlas <3

prompt: is that my shirt

ship: atlas

Morning meetings aren't necessarily Atle's favourite part of his weekly schedule but he doesn't think anyone enjoys them really. He sips on his cup of coffee as he listens to one of their coaches briefing them one last time on how the guy who's setting today's course usually sets them to benefit his skiers. There's a tap against his toes and Atle turns his face away from the coach to face the boy opposite of him. Lucas keeps on looking at their coach in front of the whiteboard.

Atle too taps him with his own foot and a small smile forms on Lucas' lips though he keeps looking straight ahead at their coach, so Atle turns his face back at him as well. Lucas' foot keeps touching his underneath the table, brushes up and down Atle's calf and it takes every bit of strength within him to focus on anything but where Lucas' body is touching his.

Their team doesn't know, neither Lucas nor him are ready for them to do so. None of them know that Lucas' foot his touching his leg right now, they don't know that Atle woke up with a still fast asleep Lucas in his arms. They don't know that this simple touch underneath the table is giving Atle butterflies in his stomach.

Atle looks at Lucas again when he sees him move in the corner of his eyes. He's taking off the dark blue feece jacket that he's been wearing all morning. Lucas had disappeared into his own room after having spent the night at Atle's before they went downstairs to get breakfasts and grab coffee before the meeting. Lucas walked out of his hotelroom with the jacket on and hasn't taken it off until now.

It takes a few second for Atle's brain to process the view in front of him and when he does he gulps. Underneath his fleece jacket, Lucas is wearing his shirt. It's the same one he's worn last night when the two of them went out for a couple of drinks. It's the same shirt Lucas had taken off him when they were back at the hotel. It takes all of Atle's concentration not to stare at the way his shirt fits around Lucas' chest or the way the sleeves hug the muscles of his arms. There is no way he can focus on their coach now.

When the meeting is over, Atle only remembers a fraction of what he's been told but he feels like he could paint a picture of Lucas wearing his shirts with his eyes closed. They leave the room, Lucas before him and followed by several of their teammates. It takes Atle a solid three minutes to catch up with him and another five minutes for them to be far enough away from everyone else to talk.

"What the fuck?", it's not the most creative opener to a conversation Atle has ever come up with but he really means it. Lucas looks confused.

"What do you mean 'what the fuck'?"

"What mission were you on just now? The whole foot thing under the table? And that's my shirt, isn't it?"

"I, uh-", Lucas scratches the back of his head and has the audacity to blush. "I just wanted to, uh, show affection? I tried to be subtle, I swear"

"That explains the foot thing. What about my shirt?"

"It smelled like you"

Atle tries to hide a gasp by forcefully keeping his mouth shut. It comes out a very harsh huff through his nose. Lucas' face goes from confused to realisation to a mean grin.

"Are you into that?"

"I- uh, I'm- No?", Atle stutters and he doesn't even believe himself. Lucas throws his head back laughing and Atle's face changes into a crimson red.

"Ah, you're really something", Lucas laughs as he ruffles through Atle's hair, presses a small kiss to his temple and then thankfully changes the topic.

It's when they're back in Atle's hotel bed after the race when Lucas leans down to his ear to whisper "FYI, I also stole a pair of your boxers"

Atle moans.

#I still have to edit the other one #will definitely send it to you on wa maybe I'll post it too idk #apline skiing #my fic #atlas #lucas braathen #atle lie mcgrath

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