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It had all been set up. Tonight was the night everything would happen. Scott had had a crush(lusting) on his swim coach for most of his high school life. The swimming season had ended and he would ever have in the team because he would be graduating this year. He had no choice but to make a lasting impression on the coach, thanks to Stiles’ help. He just hoped that the year and a half of his flirting was caught by the coach and he would like it.
While the coach was out monitoring the halls, Scott and Isaac snuck into his office, setting up the box. “Where did you even find this thing?” He asked.
“Scotty, why you gotta ask questions you know you wont like the answer to?” He asked.
Scott rolled his eyes at his friend and huffed. “I’m going to change.” He said, taking off his shirt and pants. He’d worn a speedo all day and was slightly embarrassed. It was more embarrassing because it wasn’t his and it was an older model. “Okay.” He huffed, getting into the box so he could wait.
Stiles shut the flap and grinned. “Make sure you get laid.” He said, patting the box and walking away.
Coach lahey walked back to his office, sighing softly. He hated each time the swim season ended because then he couldn’t see his favorite swimmer for a year and now he may never see them again. He opened the door to his office and froze. “What the hell?” He asked, staring at a 6 foot box, wrapped in paper and a bow. He walked closer, inspecting it and found a card taped to it.
‘Hope you like your present. Merry Christmas -Scott’
Lahey raised a brow and walked around it. What could Scott have gotten him that would be so big? He moved closer, tearing the wrapping off and jumped back when he saw the boy himself inside the box. “The hell!? McCall, what do you think you’re doing!?”
“Giving you a present, coach.” He responded, stepping out of the box, blushing deeply.
“Why were you- What is that?” He asked, pointing to the swimwear Scott currently had on. It was a golden metallic color the looked horrible yet amazing on the boy at the same time.
“Its a speedo…. um, actually…. its yours.” He said, blushing all over. “Do you like it?” He whispered.
Did he like it!? The kid had on his old speedo, of course he didn’t like it….He loved it. “Scott….this is…. you’re 17.”
“Shows how much you know.” Scott said, stepping closer. “I turned 18 on October.”
“You’re still a student.”
“For two more months.” He said quietly. “Did I- this… I’m sorry, I should go.” He said, quickly turning to leave.
Coach Lahey reached out, grabbing his arm. He didn’t like that hurt expression and while it would have been easier to make him think he didn’t want him. He just couldn’t do that to Scott.
“Wait.”
Scott looked at him, blushing and biting his lip. “Wh- what?”
“Don’t you want to give me my present?” He asked, pulling him close and cupping Scott’s jaw as he kissed him.