Freak vs Jock
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M through R › Queer As Folk
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,467
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Queer As Folk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
Additional Note- Hawk's is the name of Justins team
Saturday Caddington High Basketball game
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The basketball court was crowded with Hawk fans. The Hawks stood fearless and strong, their black and white uniforms stood strong and intimidating against the green and yellow of the Cardinals. The cheerleaders stood at the bottom dancing and cheering for their home teams. The crowd roared when their star player sunk the ball in the net hoop gaining them an extra two points. The atmosphere was bright energetic and nerve wracking. It was the last game in the season. The Hawks playing on their own ground were out to win on their own ground.
“Justin Taylor has got the ball for the Hawks, he doges two players, look at him go. His physique his style…he…he SCORES!” shouts the commentator.
The Hawk fans roar and stamp their feet, like elephants fleeing from harm. The screeching of the horn indicates the game is over.
“The Hawks WIN!” screamed the commentator.
Justin is held up high on his friend’s shoulders, laughing and cheering is circulating the whole court. The principal grinning from ear to ear approaches the boys he hands them their hard earned large trophy, and gives each team mate their medals. The crowd makes their way down to the court hugging and shaking the team’s hands. The Hawks being good sport men shake the hands of their opposing team. After half an hour in the court, the team leaves to shower and change. Everybody leaves the winners happy and the loser’s glum.
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“So you wanna come out and celebrate”, said Jason.
“Nah man I’m too beat, just going to go home and crash, before the parents take me out for dinner,” said Justin.
“You sure?” said Jason.
Justin nodded.
“Well see yah on Monday buddy.”
Justin gave Jason a quick hug.
“Great game” said Jason.
“Yeah it really was” said Justin grinning
Jason walked through the court and left from the side double doors. Justin was headed out too, when he saw a flash of chestnut hair. Straining his neck to the left Justin saw Brian under the second line of the white bleachers scrubbing. A bucket of soapy water and various sponges and spray lay beside him.
Justin walked up towards the bleachers and bent down.
“Hey”
Brian who was holding the bucket got a fright when he heard a voice, before he stumbled stupidly back and spilling all the soapy water, on top of him the last thing he saw were two brilliant blue eyes.
“Oh shit” said Justin. “Are you okay” Justin pulled Brian and up and held onto his arms to keep him steady.
“Yeah you just scared me that’s all.” Brian said quietly.
“I’m sorry, shit your drenched come on I’ll drop you off home. That’s the least I can do.” reasoned Justin.
“I can’t go home, I need to finish this,” said Brian pointing to the hundreds of bleachers.
“Why are you cleaning the bleachers?” asked Justin.
“I needed a job, so I got one”, said Brian shyly.
“But there are like a hundred bleachers here,” Justin was actually shocked that Brian did this all by himself.
Brian just shrugged.
“Well let’s get you changed, I have some spare sweats and T-shirt in my locker, all you need to do is shower and get changed, and I’ll help you clean this place up,” said Justin.
“Why?” Brian was amazed that the star basketball player was actually going to help him. The freak of nature.
Justin just shrugged
“Just because I’m a jock doesn’t mean I’m an asshole”, said Justin angrily.
“I’m sorry its just no one ever notices or cares, so…em…I’m sorry” stammered Brian.
“It’s fine. Come on.” Justin led Brian into the locker room he turned the shower spray on. He then went into his locker pulling out grey sweats and a black Tee.
“Shit I thought I had a shirt,” said Justin.
“It’s fine”
Brian took the clothes and placed them beside the bench he stripped down naked and entered the shower.
Justin watched Brian, get into the shower he didn’t see him naked but just the thought of him being naked in he next stall was too much for him, and he was getting a serious woody.
“I’m going to go and get started,” mumbled Justin.
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After twenty minutes Justin had reached the fourth bleacher and was scrubbing away he didn’t realise that Brian was finished.
“Hey”, said Brian.
Justin looked up, his eyes almost shot out of his eye sockets. Brian looked so hot he wanted to fuck him. The sweats were riding low on his slender hips the Tee fitted perfectly against his flat and toned stomach. His biceps were strong and still developing. His hair was still wet which only made Justin want to fuck him there and then on the white and *now* sterile bleachers.
“Thanks”, said Brian quietly,
Justin nodded not trusting his own voice. Brian picked up a sponge and started to work next to Justin. After a few minutes Justin realised that he didn’t even know the boy’s name.
“Shit I didn’t even ask you what’s your name?”
Brian gave Justin a sexy but shy smile.
“Brian Kinney” he said sticking his hand out.
“Justin Taylor”, he said shaking Brian’s hand.
“I know” laughed Brian.
“Oh Right,” smirked Justin. “So let’s get the party started”
“So did you watch the game?” Asked Justin.
“No”
“Why not?”
“Cause”
“Cause why?”
“Just”
“Brian”
“Justin”
“Quit it”, said Justin
Brian laughed out aloud.
“I don’t like sports all that much, I know you won though.”
“So you not going to congratulate me then?” asked Justin smiling.
“No” said Brian.
“How come,” said Justin for some reason he wanted Brian to know that he was good.
“You always win, when you loose I’ll congratulate you.” Said Brian laughing.
“Brat”, said Justin good naturedly. “So if you don’t like sports what do you like?” asked Justin.
“To run”
“Oh so are you on the track team.”
“Nope”
“Why”? Asked Justin.
“I know I’m good I don’t need cheering people to tell me that I am. Plus I run for me not a medal.” Said Brian simply.
Justin was hurt, for some reason Brian’s words hurt him.
“Justin that’s the way I see it has nothing to do with you”, reasoned Brian.
“It’s fine Bri,” Justin said testily.
“Justin”
Justin looked up to see Brian’s soft hazel eyes once he saw the sweet care in them Justin melted.
Justin gave Brian a reassuring smile to tell him no hard feelings.
Brian laughed and the two boys started to clean the bleachers and start to get to know one another.
Saturday Caddington High Basketball game
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The basketball court was crowded with Hawk fans. The Hawks stood fearless and strong, their black and white uniforms stood strong and intimidating against the green and yellow of the Cardinals. The cheerleaders stood at the bottom dancing and cheering for their home teams. The crowd roared when their star player sunk the ball in the net hoop gaining them an extra two points. The atmosphere was bright energetic and nerve wracking. It was the last game in the season. The Hawks playing on their own ground were out to win on their own ground.
“Justin Taylor has got the ball for the Hawks, he doges two players, look at him go. His physique his style…he…he SCORES!” shouts the commentator.
The Hawk fans roar and stamp their feet, like elephants fleeing from harm. The screeching of the horn indicates the game is over.
“The Hawks WIN!” screamed the commentator.
Justin is held up high on his friend’s shoulders, laughing and cheering is circulating the whole court. The principal grinning from ear to ear approaches the boys he hands them their hard earned large trophy, and gives each team mate their medals. The crowd makes their way down to the court hugging and shaking the team’s hands. The Hawks being good sport men shake the hands of their opposing team. After half an hour in the court, the team leaves to shower and change. Everybody leaves the winners happy and the loser’s glum.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
“So you wanna come out and celebrate”, said Jason.
“Nah man I’m too beat, just going to go home and crash, before the parents take me out for dinner,” said Justin.
“You sure?” said Jason.
Justin nodded.
“Well see yah on Monday buddy.”
Justin gave Jason a quick hug.
“Great game” said Jason.
“Yeah it really was” said Justin grinning
Jason walked through the court and left from the side double doors. Justin was headed out too, when he saw a flash of chestnut hair. Straining his neck to the left Justin saw Brian under the second line of the white bleachers scrubbing. A bucket of soapy water and various sponges and spray lay beside him.
Justin walked up towards the bleachers and bent down.
“Hey”
Brian who was holding the bucket got a fright when he heard a voice, before he stumbled stupidly back and spilling all the soapy water, on top of him the last thing he saw were two brilliant blue eyes.
“Oh shit” said Justin. “Are you okay” Justin pulled Brian and up and held onto his arms to keep him steady.
“Yeah you just scared me that’s all.” Brian said quietly.
“I’m sorry, shit your drenched come on I’ll drop you off home. That’s the least I can do.” reasoned Justin.
“I can’t go home, I need to finish this,” said Brian pointing to the hundreds of bleachers.
“Why are you cleaning the bleachers?” asked Justin.
“I needed a job, so I got one”, said Brian shyly.
“But there are like a hundred bleachers here,” Justin was actually shocked that Brian did this all by himself.
Brian just shrugged.
“Well let’s get you changed, I have some spare sweats and T-shirt in my locker, all you need to do is shower and get changed, and I’ll help you clean this place up,” said Justin.
“Why?” Brian was amazed that the star basketball player was actually going to help him. The freak of nature.
Justin just shrugged
“Just because I’m a jock doesn’t mean I’m an asshole”, said Justin angrily.
“I’m sorry its just no one ever notices or cares, so…em…I’m sorry” stammered Brian.
“It’s fine. Come on.” Justin led Brian into the locker room he turned the shower spray on. He then went into his locker pulling out grey sweats and a black Tee.
“Shit I thought I had a shirt,” said Justin.
“It’s fine”
Brian took the clothes and placed them beside the bench he stripped down naked and entered the shower.
Justin watched Brian, get into the shower he didn’t see him naked but just the thought of him being naked in he next stall was too much for him, and he was getting a serious woody.
“I’m going to go and get started,” mumbled Justin.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
After twenty minutes Justin had reached the fourth bleacher and was scrubbing away he didn’t realise that Brian was finished.
“Hey”, said Brian.
Justin looked up, his eyes almost shot out of his eye sockets. Brian looked so hot he wanted to fuck him. The sweats were riding low on his slender hips the Tee fitted perfectly against his flat and toned stomach. His biceps were strong and still developing. His hair was still wet which only made Justin want to fuck him there and then on the white and *now* sterile bleachers.
“Thanks”, said Brian quietly,
Justin nodded not trusting his own voice. Brian picked up a sponge and started to work next to Justin. After a few minutes Justin realised that he didn’t even know the boy’s name.
“Shit I didn’t even ask you what’s your name?”
Brian gave Justin a sexy but shy smile.
“Brian Kinney” he said sticking his hand out.
“Justin Taylor”, he said shaking Brian’s hand.
“I know” laughed Brian.
“Oh Right,” smirked Justin. “So let’s get the party started”
“So did you watch the game?” Asked Justin.
“No”
“Why not?”
“Cause”
“Cause why?”
“Just”
“Brian”
“Justin”
“Quit it”, said Justin
Brian laughed out aloud.
“I don’t like sports all that much, I know you won though.”
“So you not going to congratulate me then?” asked Justin smiling.
“No” said Brian.
“How come,” said Justin for some reason he wanted Brian to know that he was good.
“You always win, when you loose I’ll congratulate you.” Said Brian laughing.
“Brat”, said Justin good naturedly. “So if you don’t like sports what do you like?” asked Justin.
“To run”
“Oh so are you on the track team.”
“Nope”
“Why”? Asked Justin.
“I know I’m good I don’t need cheering people to tell me that I am. Plus I run for me not a medal.” Said Brian simply.
Justin was hurt, for some reason Brian’s words hurt him.
“Justin that’s the way I see it has nothing to do with you”, reasoned Brian.
“It’s fine Bri,” Justin said testily.
“Justin”
Justin looked up to see Brian’s soft hazel eyes once he saw the sweet care in them Justin melted.
Justin gave Brian a reassuring smile to tell him no hard feelings.
Brian laughed and the two boys started to clean the bleachers and start to get to know one another.