Gonna Make You Sweat! Sports Comment-Fic Meme
Gonna Make You Sweat! Sports Comment-Fic MemeOne week from today I'm doing something completely idiotic and am going to attempt to run 26.2 miles. So in the spirit of quixotic goals, I thought I'd run a comment-fic meme. And, honestly, who doesn't like hot, sweaty, heavy-breathing Winchesters? (or the Js as lifeguards or Misha running 50+ miles or
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Jared laughs to himself as he flops down on his board and starts paddling out. The new lifeguard is so fucking uptight. Yeah, there's a storm coming in. Duh. That's why he's out here, looking for bigger waves.
It wasn't a mandatory evacuation, so that guy could lecture him 'til he was blue in the face, doesn't mean he's missing this chance. Jared could handle himself. He's been swimming and later surfing this water since he could walk, and he's surfed right through bigger storms.
He hears the whistle from the shoreline and shakes his head. He has to give the guy points for persistence.
The whistle goes sharp and shrill and Jared frowns. That was a bit more urgent. He is past the breakers, so he turns and sits up on his board, scanning the shoreline. Jared squints a little, sun in his eyes despite the darkening clouds rolling in. He shields his eyes with a hand and that's when he sees the new lifeguard sprinting down the sand toward the water, buoy in hand, whistle blowing.
"Shit," Jared swears under his breath and turns to scan the water around him. He had been so caught up in being a prick to the new guy and picking a good wave that he had been ignoring his surroundings. Years of experience kick in and that's when he sees the empty board floating about forty yards away, caught up in the foamy wake of the outer breakers. He turns and drops onto his board, paddling as hard as he can, looking for the person who should be on that empty board. His brain checks in to let him know it's a youth board. There's a kid out here, and he or she needs help, and now. He pops up again at a strange sound, an erratic splashing.
"There." Jared breathes it out and angles his board toward the sound. He's sweating, arms burning. He hears another sound, rhythmic splashing this time and realizes it's the lifeguard swimming out. His whole world narrows to these sounds, to his heart throbbing, to pure adrenaline coursing fast and hot as he sees a head, dark hair plastered to it, and under it all, a panicked cry for help.
"Hang in there, help is coming!" Jared yells out, hoping she can hold on. Her head goes under and he starts to flop off his board to dive for her when a tanned body flies by him, and disappears under the water.
When the new guard comes to the surface with a young girl, no more than twelve, held tight against his chest, Jared's eyes lock on his, the moment snapped tight between them. He blinks, and it passes.
"Here, bring her here." He straddles his board, and reaches out, and the lifeguard paddles over with one arm, tucking his lifebuoy under her arms to help her float. She's dazed, coughing, but it looks like she'll be alright.
He pulls her up, plenty of room on the longboard, and watches as the guard pats her back, talks to her in this soothing, calm voice, despite the way his lungs must be burning from the dead sprint of a swim he did out here. "Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. Yeah, cough it out, get that water out. Can you talk? Yeah? I'm Jensen, what's your name?"
Jared's mouth goes dry, watching Jensen connect with this young girl, whose name turns out to be Cassie, and no, her mom doesn't know she came out, but the waves looked so great and she just wanted to try some big ones.
The new guard - Jensen - flicks his gaze to Jared on that comment, and Jared has the sense to feel a little guilty. He's sure his surfing caught the eye of Cassie and made her think she could handle it, too. He ducks his head, lets his legs sway in the warm saltwater as Jensen checks her vitals on the board, makes sure she's okay to switch over to her own board and be towed in.
Jared follows them in, not sure what else to do. He wants to see it through, he guesses. When they reach the shore, he chucks his board on the sand and flops down, damp skin collecting a layer of sand as he does. He rests on his elbows as Jensen takes Cassie to the guard station, heart still going a mile a minute in his chest. He's guessing she is more than a little grounded. But at least she's alive. Jared watches Jensen with new eyes for a few minutes as he walks, arm careful on Cassie’s shoulders.
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