Spiked! Part 6
Title: Spiked! The VolleyVerse Part 6
Author: texankate
Pairings/Characters: J-squared, Chris/Steve, Usual Suspects OFCs, OMCs.
Rating: Up to NC17 in places
Disclaimer: If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream,. In other words: complete and utter fiction. I own nothing but my twisted and sordid little brain. I even had to borrow my disclaimer.
Warning: Angst, drama, character death. Flagrant disregard of USVA reality.
Summary: When Jensen meets Mac's new volleyball coach, he falls head over heels in lust. Can they overcome misunderstanding and tragedy and find their way to each other?
He had perhaps underestimated just how grumpy Chris would be. His friend had managed to question the validity of his parents' marriage, cast aspersions on his manhood, and even make some defamatory remarks about his anatomy (in three different languages, no less) within five minutes and two cups of coffee the next morning.
Steve settled for trying to sleep and walk at the same time.
Jensen had been nice enough to bring them both chairs, so the three men were able to huddle against the wall and watch warm-ups. Mac kept sending them cheerful grins, and Jensen had to stop himself from laughing out loud at his friends' attempts to return those grins.
"Just because I threatened to give you details about our sex life doesn't excuse you selling us out like this," Chris grumbled, once Mac had turned away.
"Just what details are we talking about here?" Steve yelped.
"I didn't want to hear it then, and I don't want to hear it now," Jensen said with a chuckle. "Besides, there are impressionable children here. Their parents might have you arrested for talking about that in front of their little girls."
He was pretty sure that Chris' answer was to suggest a physically impossible sex act to Jensen. In Swahili.
Their moods lightened up a little once the game got underway and they could cheer for Mac. Soon enough they were all slapping each other on the back and yelling as loud as any of the parents. One of the things that Jensen noticed was that the parents all cheered for every girl on the team, not just their daughter. And they didn't yell at the girls when they made mistakes. It was always 'Shake it off' and 'You can do it, girls'. Much more positive than Jensen's own experiences with team sports.
The girls won their first match, and ended up playing two more, ending up second in the top bracket. Jensen thought that they might have been disappointed in losing, but they all seemed excited and could barely keep themselves from bouncing up and down during their post-tournament team huddle.
Mac bounded over to three of her favorite people and gave enormous hugs to the ones she wasn't related to. Whatever gruff attitude Christian might have had earlier was gone in an instant.
"Hey baby girl," he said, picking her up and spinning her about.
"I'm so glad you came," she giggled.
"Wouldn't miss it," Steve said, taking his own turn to hug her
"You have plans with the team? Or how about we all get out of here and go grab burgers at Bubba's?" Jensen asked.
"Cool!" Mac beamed. "Just let me grab my stuff."
They packed up the folding chairs and waited while Mac a) grabbed her stuff, b) hugged her teammates, c) hugged her coaches d)hugged a couple of teammates again, and e) hugged Coach Padalecki one last time. The coach looked after as she jogged back to Jensen and his friends, and gave Jensen a little wave. Jensen bobbed his head in acknowledgement, but quickly turned back to Chris.
"What the hell is that about?" Chris asked quietly.
"Later, dude," Jensen promised. He let a bouncy and chatty Mac lead the way as they left the tournament behind.
With burgers ordered and Mac safely ensconced at the pinball machine, Steve and Chris grilled Jensen on the hot coach.
"For someone who hasn't gotten laid in a good long while, you sure didn't seem to keen on that fine specimen," Chris observed. He grabbed a handful of peanuts and raised his eyebrows. "When Mac said you'd been chasing balls around the court, I was hoping you'd found a little distraction."
"Yeah, Jen. What's up?" Steve asked. "He's so very much your type, too. Tall, dark, and-"
"And straight," Jensen finished for him. "Yep, that's my type, all right."
"Straight? Please," Steve snorted.
"Bi, at least," Jensen said with a shrug. "I heard him and his cute little assistant coach getting hot and heavy yesterday after I called you."
Steve and Chris exchanged puzzled looks. "Are you sure?" Chris asked. "Because they sure didn't seem like a couple."
"Dunno, maybe they don't want to flaunt it in front of the parents," Jensen said. "But I know what I heard. Maybe he isn't 100 percent straight, but he's sure as hell interested in her." Jensen tried to keep the bitterness from his voice.
"Well, things can change," Chris said. "You never know what is going to happen."
"When the fuck did you become Mary Poppins?" Jensen growled. "It doesn't suit you. Besides, it's not like I'm going to be around this guy that much."
"Just at every one of Mac's tournaments," Steve pointed out.
"Maybe I'll just stop going, then," Jensen said, petulantly.
"Dude, you can't do that to Mac," Chris said. "Suck it up and be a man, for God's sake."
"Hey, you never know," Steve said. "Maybe Coach McCOy will get killed in some freak volleyball accident, and you can, you know, 'comfort him'."
"With your dick," Chris added, unnecessarily.
Mac chose that moment to rejoin them, keeping Jensen from having the last word. And Steve, the crafty bastard, managed a smooth change in topic that ended up with them all laughing throughout dinner, and well into their goodbyes.
Before she went up to bed, Mac threw her arms around Jensen and hugged him tight. "Yep, you're definitely my favorite," she said.
"This week," Jensen replied, ruffling her hair.
"Most weeks," Mac said. "Thanks for this weekend, big brother."
"Love you, little sister," Jensen said.
"You too, Jenny Bean."
Chapter 7