Malec AU ~ olympic swimmers who do not speak each others languages

Magnus stared at the American contestant and was struck by his beautiful eyes. In Indonesia it was rare to meet this kind of male – unless he was a foreigner. Blue orbs, light skin, black hair (though, most people back home did have that trait) and just that distinctive jawline he couldn’t stop eyeing. He really should stop watching him but his thoughts wandered off just like his eyes that travelled down his body. Of course he was muscular – but then again everyone here was. They were athletes. Still, it was always nice to see some ripped rare muscles, glistening in wetness.

Magnus looked back at his face, surprised to find him looking back at him. Now, some people would be embarrassed to be caught oggling but Magnus certainly didn’t belong to those people. Instead, he smirked at him and winked. The blue-eyed’s cheeks were tinted red and he couldn’t help himself but to go over.

The Indonesian swimmer himself was also very nice to look at. He knew that himself because he made sure that it was the case. Of course, he was also gifted with natural beauty and that was a great advantage.
However, a great disadvantage became clear when Magnus finally stood in front of the other swimmer. He probably couldn’t speak Indonesian and Magnus hardly spoke English. 

The little swimmer – he chose to call him that until he knew his name – obviously tried to tell him something but Magnus hardly could say ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’, let alone have an actual conversation in English – but he understood one word: “Number?”

by ~magnusbane [x]