His First
If gymnasts are gods then musicians are angels.
Damon Young.
King of the Angels.
Voice like velvet.
Eyes, so melodramatic and hurt.
He goes on and on about one girl.
Austin Tucker.
The Zeus of Men's Gymnastics.
Voice, thick and husky.
Eyes, so overconfident and dangerous.
He goes on and on chasing many girls.
Austin finds himself intrigued.
Obsessed.
Consumed with thoughts of a single girl.
One who can steal and break the heart of an angel.
Emily Kmetko, goddess of passion.
Raw talent.
Sheer determination.
Undeniable beauty.
She has this fierceness, this passion, this strength.
He wants it.
He needs it.
He needs to control it.
Truthfully, he can have any fucking girl.
Realistically, he can fuck any girl too.
He needs the chase, the challenge, the game.
Austin has never been one for the easy route.
If he wanted easy he'd taken Kaylie Cruz.
Right there, in the hotel hallway in France.
If he wanted her, she'd be his.
But he doesn't want her.
National Champion or not, he won't go there.
(Unless he's that bored or that drunk)
Because while he can make Kaylie Cruz stutter and blush,
Emily Kmetko brushes him off like he's nothing.
Which couldn't be more wrong.
Austin Tucker is mother fucking Zeus.
Zeus is King of Olympia.
He's everything.
He'll make her understand.
First he'll break her.
She'll never walk away from him again.
Then mold her.
She'll whimper from the sweet friction between them.
He'll make her his.
She'll love it.
Every fucking kiss.
Every fucking touch.
Every fucking fuck.
Because a girl who can break an angel doesn't need a duplicate.
She doesn't need another velvet voice or sad eyes.
She needs something different.
Something stronger.
Someone who lives in the world she does.
The world of Olympia.
A goddess needs a god.
They'll be an earth-shattering phenomenon.
Like lightning striking sand.
They'll create something new entirely.
Austin isn't stupid.
He sees her shattered pieces barely holding on.
He sees her emotional wounds.
Darker than any bruise gymnastic could leave.
He sees this, but he'll still persist.
He'll still chase her.
He'll be smart.
Small conversations.
Secret glances.
Little moments.
She'll learn to trust him.
She'll let him in.
It's a slow process,
But he isn't going anywhere.
After all, he came to the Rock.
To observe (worship)
The girl who broke Damon Young's heart.
He's Austin Tucker.
He's a masochist.
He's broken many hearts.
And obsessively searches for the one girl.
The first girl that can break his heart.
Author's note: Alright, I admit, Carter/Austin was a stretch, but Austin/Emily is plausible, right? Whatever, bitches. I wrote this and it might be shit, but I'm fucking proud. This entire thing came to mind when a buddy of mine, some would call him a "manwhore," was talking about his flavor of the week who happens to be this cute, pathetically innocent chick. Then this popped into my head. Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" and white wine (we booze hounds can be classy sometimes too, LOL) might have had a hand in this.
I like Damon/Emily and all, but Austin/Emily is complete love. Because he makes her work for her money. lol ;)
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