The heavy brass helmets had just been lifted off. Callum and Luca sat on the deck, still flushed and breathing hard in their dripping rubber suits.
Without hesitation, Callum grabbed Luca by the front of his suit and kissed him deeply. The entire team went silent for a beat… then the teasing erupted.
Magnus (blonde, grinning):
“Oi! Finally! We’ve been waiting for this shit for weeks.”
Henrik (short-haired, laughing):
“Jeg visste det! I fucking knew it. Pay up, boys — I won the bet.”
Emil (curly-haired, shaking his head with a big smirk):
“Romantisk as helvete. Kissing in full hard-hat gear like a couple of old-timey lovers. Beautiful.”
Jon Patrik (tall dark-haired, arms crossed, amused):
“Get a room, you two. Or at least take the eighty-kilo suits off first. Show some class.”
Oskar (kneeling, chuckling):
“Det var jo bare et spørsmål om tid. Welcome to the club, lovebirds.”
Luca (pulling back slightly, smiling against Callum’s lips):
“Worth the wait.”
Callum (grinning, still holding onto Luca):
“Couldn’t wait any longer.”
Magnus (clapping slowly, sarcastic):
“Bravo! Very romantic. Now someone get the hose — these two are about to fog up their visors again.”
The whole Norwegian-Swedish-Danish dive team burst into loud laughter as Callum and Luca stayed close, no longer trying to hide what everyone had clearly suspected for a while.
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