hs au j2 sports, but no wanking! i couldn't get there. fail. it goes here.grace_fullyNovember 16 2009, 01:42:30 UTC
jared feels the panicking rise of nausea lift his stomach. it's weightless, hovering there, vibrating. jared holds his breath. he heaves. sweat slicks his face. vomit hits the tiles between his bare ankles. he turns the shower on, watches the mess swirl, uses his feet to direct the water downward.
the water is taking ages to cool him down. he's waiting for his head to stop spinning, head resting on the arm that braces against the stall, when he hears someone behind him.
"That's," the guy says.
Jared flushes with embarrassment. Turns his face to the shower head to rinse his mouth. Speaks over his shoulder, eyes cast down: "Sorry."
"No, man, it's cool. Just. You know. Let's save that stall for the shit bags and assistant coaches from now on."
Jared gives a weak laugh. Shuts the water off and grabs a towel. An upperclassman is speaking to him, which means it's time for him to take the walk of shame on out of here.
"Jensen," the guy introduces as Jared tries to walk by him with his eyes lowered.
"Jared," he responds, stopping short.
"So, try-outs went well, looks like," Jensen grins.
"If this is good, maybe I don't want to make the team."
Jensen laughs, shakes his head. Studies Jared's face, looks into him, has questions. Jared shifts his weight, trying to think of something else to say. He feels panicky, because he's sure he doesn't belong here. He feels sick, ready to hurl again. He wants to do it in the privacy of his dorm room; not in front of Jensen, football guy who deigns to speak to him.
"Feel all right?" Jensen asks. "It was probably just the heat; and Morgan doesn't always run us that hard. It's just to scare out the weaker ones, you know. I saw you out there; you did good. Defensive end?"
"Special teams, probably. But yeah. Eventually. Also I might throw up again."
"Cool," Jensen says, nodding.
Jared bites his lip. He's not sure if Jensen is actually listening to what's coming out of his mouth; he's staring at Jared passively, hands in his pockets, as if deep in thought. Jared would like to get out of the locker room before he finds out Jensen is planning some tomfoolery at Jared's expense.
"I should probably take off," Jared says. "Get out of your hair, and stuff."
"Hm," Jensen says, gaze clearing again to weigh heavy against Jared's. "Well, the post goes up on Thursday, Jared. I surely hope you'll be on it."
Jared pauses, brow furrowing helplessly. He says, "Thanks."
Jensen shrugs, laughing, and it's a lame, self-depreciating sounds. "No, I just mean, I think you're gonna be an asset to the team. You're fast, you know? And stronger than you look. Morgan had an eye on you. It'll be good to see what you can do."
The silence stretches, and Jensen's gaze drops. His face colors, and Jared stares at him, fingers gripping his towel, as he realizes: Jensen is flirting with me.
"I hope I make the team too," Jared says softly, looking at the floor.
"Cool," Jensen says.
When Jared dares to look up again, Jensen's smiling at him, and so he lets himself return it, and the churning in his stomach is replaced with nerves, and he feels so stupid that his cheeks are heating up.
"Guess I'll see you Thursday?" Jared asks. He lets the question get heavy.
"Thursday," Jensen grins. "Unless you haven't got any plans tonight."
Re: hs au j2 sports, but no wanking! i couldn't get there. fail. it goes here.dugindeepNovember 16 2009, 02:41:56 UTC
SHOOT. Since my computer was re-imaged I have to get flash installed, and stupid IT has tons of blocks on what I can and can't do. I'll have to see it later.
the water is taking ages to cool him down. he's waiting for his head to stop spinning, head resting on the arm that braces against the stall, when he hears someone behind him.
"That's," the guy says.
Jared flushes with embarrassment. Turns his face to the shower head to rinse his mouth. Speaks over his shoulder, eyes cast down: "Sorry."
"No, man, it's cool. Just. You know. Let's save that stall for the shit bags and assistant coaches from now on."
Jared gives a weak laugh. Shuts the water off and grabs a towel. An upperclassman is speaking to him, which means it's time for him to take the walk of shame on out of here.
"Jensen," the guy introduces as Jared tries to walk by him with his eyes lowered.
"Jared," he responds, stopping short.
"So, try-outs went well, looks like," Jensen grins.
"If this is good, maybe I don't want to make the team."
Jensen laughs, shakes his head. Studies Jared's face, looks into him, has questions. Jared shifts his weight, trying to think of something else to say. He feels panicky, because he's sure he doesn't belong here. He feels sick, ready to hurl again. He wants to do it in the privacy of his dorm room; not in front of Jensen, football guy who deigns to speak to him.
"Feel all right?" Jensen asks. "It was probably just the heat; and Morgan doesn't always run us that hard. It's just to scare out the weaker ones, you know. I saw you out there; you did good. Defensive end?"
"Special teams, probably. But yeah. Eventually. Also I might throw up again."
"Cool," Jensen says, nodding.
Jared bites his lip. He's not sure if Jensen is actually listening to what's coming out of his mouth; he's staring at Jared passively, hands in his pockets, as if deep in thought. Jared would like to get out of the locker room before he finds out Jensen is planning some tomfoolery at Jared's expense.
"I should probably take off," Jared says. "Get out of your hair, and stuff."
"Hm," Jensen says, gaze clearing again to weigh heavy against Jared's. "Well, the post goes up on Thursday, Jared. I surely hope you'll be on it."
Jared pauses, brow furrowing helplessly. He says, "Thanks."
Jensen shrugs, laughing, and it's a lame, self-depreciating sounds. "No, I just mean, I think you're gonna be an asset to the team. You're fast, you know? And stronger than you look. Morgan had an eye on you. It'll be good to see what you can do."
The silence stretches, and Jensen's gaze drops. His face colors, and Jared stares at him, fingers gripping his towel, as he realizes: Jensen is flirting with me.
"I hope I make the team too," Jared says softly, looking at the floor.
"Cool," Jensen says.
When Jared dares to look up again, Jensen's smiling at him, and so he lets himself return it, and the churning in his stomach is replaced with nerves, and he feels so stupid that his cheeks are heating up.
"Guess I'll see you Thursday?" Jared asks. He lets the question get heavy.
"Thursday," Jensen grins. "Unless you haven't got any plans tonight."
"Free as a bird."
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"Special teams, probably. But yeah. Eventually. Also I might throw up again."
"Cool," Jensen says, nodding.
HAHAHAHAH OMG I laughed at that image. Just 'cool.' ACES.
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BELLY LAUGHS.
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http://www.hulu.com/watch/73360/saturday-night-live-lawrence-welk
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