Phan Fluff One-Shots

Empty Swimming Pools

By: TheUKAmazingDan on ao3

Word count: 2,960

Summary: Phil had made it to the Olympics, now he just had to win.
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"Hello, and welcome to the Men's 200 Meter Freestyle event in Rio! We will start in ten minutes!" A cheerful voice boomed from over the loudspeaker.

My coach had already talked to me, and now I was alone with my boyfriend. Dan and I were standing in the private hallway leading to the pool. I stood, clad in only my speedo, while Dan was jumping up and down in front of me, sporting a shirt with my face on it, and waving a small British flag. The only other people around were the families of the other swimmers competing in the same event that I was.

"Listen to me." Dan said seriously, grabbing my bare shoulders tightly. "You are going to go out there, and kick some major ass!" He yelled, shaking me. "Michael Fucking Phelps has nothing on you!" He screamed, attracting the attention of several people who were standing around.

"Hey!" Michael yelled from across the hall where he stood, wife on one arm and his baby cradled in the other. I mouthed over a small apology, but he only smiled and shook his head in a gesture that no offense was taken.

"Babe!" I chuckled, bringing my hands up to place on either side of his face. "Whatever happens, happens."

"I know, but goddammit, I believe you're the bloody best and no one else can tell me otherwise!" He replied, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"I'm far from the very best." I laughed, letting my hands venture down to his hips. I pulled him closer to me, then leaned down ever so slightly to press my forehead against his. "I thought we established that when I've won 4th place in every event I've competed in." It was true. I had been in three other events and in every single one I had been just a second away from winning a bronze medal.

"You'll always be the very best to me." He whispered. "You deserve every gold medal, Phil. You're my fucking hero." He smiled slightly, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Oh Baby, why are you crying?" I asked gently, kissing his nose and bringing up my hand to wipe away a single tear that fell down his cheek.

"It's the chlorine." He muttered, looking down. "It's obviously irritating my eyes." He sniffed, wiping his eyes on my skin.

"Sure it is." I whispered, tilting up his chin and pressing my lips to his. He kissed back gently, pulling my body closer to his as he stood on his tiptoes to kiss me with ease. I was six foot two, while Dan was only five foot eleven. He didn't hate our height difference, in fact, he rather enjoyed it. I was his big, strong swimmer man who would carry him to bed and lean down to press kisses onto his forehead.

"It is!" He insisted quietly after I disconnected our lips. "Of course I'm not emotional over the fact that my boyfriend is doing what he always dreamed of. Why would I cry over something like that?" He asked sarcastically, hugging me tightly all the while.

"Would all friends and family members please make their way to their seats?" The same voice crackled through the intercom. "The event will begin in five minutes."

"You better go." I whispered, hugging him tightly once more before letting him go.

"I don't want to." He whimpered, giving me one last squeeze before dropping his arms to his sides.

"Hey." I said gently grabbing his hand and running my fingers over his knuckles. "You'll be in the front row, screaming your head off just like at practice, right?"