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RYAN'S POV
"Are you nervous?"

"I am" I took his face in my hands, leaving a kiss on his lips that still tasted like mint. I then passed on his cheek and ended up leaving many small kisses on his face, making him laugh exactly as I wanted from the start.

We spent years preparing for that event, every day a workout, a workout that marked more and more the closeness to the big day.

After a long wait we arrived in the city, in Seattle.

"Wow" my boyfriend exclaimed, looking around like a child at the amusement park or the aquarium.

"It's huge," Harper said, mesmerized by the view in front of us.

"Wait until you see the stadium"

"How do you think it is?" he asked me, taking my hand.

"Much bigger than the photos"

"There will be hundreds of thousands of people"

"I read that in June 2011 U2 sold out and performed in front of 70,000 spectators," Brook said, joining the conversation.

"70,000?"

"Exactly"

"There will be far fewer people," Harper said, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's neck, placing it on both shoulders.

"Oh God"

"Hey, baby, hey, come here" I wrapped my arms around him, holding him in a hug he absolutely needed. "Everything will be perfect"

"Perfection doesn't exist"

"I thought so too, but you made me change my mind" he looked me in the eyes for a few seconds, smiling and showing me his two adorable dimples, deciding only after a few seconds to close the gap between us and kiss me. Our teammates passed us by, overtaking us and following the coach, when the only thing that mattered to us was that kiss. We kissed as if years had passed, we kissed as if our lips were glued together, as if the two of us, for some or maybe many reasons, couldn't let go.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Sometimes I stopped to think and wondered what was the point of asking him to keep our relationship hidden. I was afraid. What was I afraid of? He was the most wonderful boy, in every sense, in the world, he could have all the boys and all the girls he wanted, even if the girls were never something that interested him, but no. No, he has turned down millions of opportunities to have relationships because I was the only person he really wanted. Many told me that I could have all the girls in the world, but I didn't want all the girls in the world, I wanted him, I've always wanted him. However, when I got to the point that the two of us were meant to be together, society prevented me from showing my love for him. I was tagged as the straight guy prototype on the school team, but I wasn't that, I never was. I was just a guy with a passion.

Asking him to hide who we were was certainly a mistake, my biggest mistake, but realizing I was wrong made me almost proud of myself.

By now it didn't interest me anymore, people could think what they wanted, so who was I to control the thoughts of others?

The whole team was gathered for dinner, everyone was talking, but I had my attention on him. I jumped up, attracting everyone's attention, I stretched out my hand in front of him, he skeptical grabbed it and got up. It was just the two of us. He did not understand what was happening, but I did not give him the opportunity to say anything, because my lips were immediately on him. All our mates were happy for us, it almost looked like we were just married.