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Author's Note: Special thanks to Kenny M. for his past help with translations. Unfortunately, I lost his email address so I had to rely on babelfish again. Please forgive me.
It was amazing how one minute you could be at an all time high and the next you're at your lowest point. That's how John felt today. Just the other day he was making love to his boyfriend Jace. He smiled when he thought about that word "boyfriend." Now he was alone in the equipment room on a stationery bike, trying to sweat off six pounds in as little days so he could compete against T-Rex Turner. To make it all worst, Jace had finally got to face off against Luke. In the process of winning, Jace had dislocated is shoulder. He had stayed home today at his mother's insistence.
Since they'd started dating, neither boy had missed school. John couldn't wait to go over to Jace's this evening to study Spanish with him and unwind. When he finally hit the showers, the locker room was deserted. He stood under the warm mist of the shower and thought about one of his more interesting lessons with Jace.
It had all began when John discovered he wasn't the only one giving Jace wrestling lessons. Apparently Coach Rice's daughter, Mary Beth, had a little crush on Jace and had also offered to coach him.
"Mary Beth say's wrestling is just like dancing. You just have to go with the flow."
"What else did Mary Beth say?" John said a little agitated.
Jace had flashed him one of his patented smirks and John knew he sounded like a jealous boyfriend.
"usted tiene gusto de bailar?"
"Jace, I'm not in the mood for a Spanish lesson today," John sulked.
"I'm not offering you a Spanish lesson," Jace teased, "I'm offering you a dance lesson."
Jace held out his arms and like a magnet, John felt himself reluctantly drawn to his friend's embrace.
"I hate Spanish class," John grumbled, "It's full of useless phrases I'll never use."
"Dancing is not useless," Jace whispered. He nuzzled the jock's neck and pressed his body tight against him.
"We don't have music," John panted.
"Does it matter?"
Apparently John's cock didn't think so. He ground his hips against the blind teen's.
"usted tienen gusto de esto?" Jace murmured against his neck.
"Very much," John sighed.
"En espanol, por favor."
"Tengo gusto de el mucho."
John had never experienced anything like it. "Jermaine Stewart was right," John thought as the friction of their fully clothed bodies grinding against each other brought them both to a quick climax.
John felt his hot seed spill over his hand as his climax transported him back to the present and the shower stall. He finished rinsing himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist. As he stood at his locker trying to dress as fast as he could, he remembered fondly Jace's solo performance in the shower and the aftermath that finally brought them together. The athlete let out a long moan. He was already getting hard again. He dressed quickly and headed for his truck. He only hoped Jace's parents weren't home.
Mrs. Newfield answered the door and John felt the hard on the plagued him since the locker room dissipate. After a few pleasantries, John made his way up to the room that was fast becoming his favorite place to visit. Jace was sleeping when John entered the room. It occurred to him that he'd never seen his lover completely at rest. He stirred when John sat on the edge of the bed and let out a low moan when he inadvertently turned and put his weight on his shoulder. John stroked his hair, wishing he could take the pain away. Brown eyes open and look past the sandy haired teen. Jace smiled instantly recognizing and leaning into the touch.
"I assume we're alone," he spoke softly.
John let his hand cup Jace's face and stroked his soft pink lips with his thumb. That pretty much answered his question. Jace pulled his friend down and kissed him. John was careful not to rest on his injured shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" John whispered against his mouth.
A mischievous smile plays across his lips.
"I'm talking about your shoulder," John scowled.
"Better," Jace murmured.
"Liar."
The feel of Jace's fingers tracing his face drives John wild. He let his eyes close and leaned into the familiar touches again. If they were alone, John thought, really alone, He'd let him touch him like this all over. But they're not alone, so John settles for kisses and touches.
"You coming to school tomorrow." John tries to hide the anxiety in his voice
"You missed me today?" Jace grins.
John takes the boys hand and places it in his lap. "What do you think?"
"I think if we're quiet, I can help you out with that," he said giving his crotch a squeeze.
John kicked off his shoes and climbed between the boy's legs and he suddenly remembered their dancing lesson all over again.