Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Hooking The Shot ❯ Jake ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Manga-Chick 
What happens when Jake Trip shows Quatre Winner how to shoot the ball *properly*?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
What happens when Jake Trip shows Quatre Winner how to shoot the ball *properly*?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.12.2005 | Updated On: 05.09.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 410 | Status: Completed
Contains Original Fictional Characters from Pull Up For The J!, Out Of Character charas (mainly Trowa and Quatre), male on male action (in some cases, male on male with female, and male on male on male) and lots and tons of sexual activities!! And obscenely bad porno plots...
(Laughs insanely: then blushes)
This is my first PWP...er...kinda. It’s bad porn ONLY!!! Anyway, it is on this site only because it is the idea of a reviewer on another site that does not LIKE this kind of fic, and I like my rather stable position over there, so... I found her suggestions rather...interesting and decided to share them all with all my faithful readers....because we all know they’re horny and looking for porn (laughs).
But, Burned Vamp–this fic is dedicated to you, because you made it all happen.
:: JAKE ::
The gym was just an old building off the side of an elementary school, and was usually open to the public. Today, since it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and he really hadn’t anything to do, Quatre had called Jake Trip up and asked him to come and hang out with him for the day. After making arrangements so that his son, Michael, was in the care of a reliable baby-sitter, Jake agreed to meet him at a little known basketball gym. Once there, both began shooting careless shots, heaving no real effort into their actions, as both were busy trying to outdo one another with Yo Momma jokes. How they got into this particular subject, Jake hadn’t a clue–Quatre just cracked a comment about him being a mother hen, and it had gone on from there.
“You know,” the older boy said, pausing in his dribbling. “You don’t even have the correct form when you shoot. It’s like you’re just throwing it just to throw it, hoping that the ball goes through.”
“Oh, shut up!” Quatre snarled, glaring at him. He shot the ball, hands in position even after the ball fell through the net. “You’re just all jealous that I shoot better than you.”
“Sure, that’s all it is, Winner,” Jake muttered, rolling his eyes as he shot his ball from his position. “Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have the correct form. This is how I shoot...”
Quatre turned to look at the older boy, frowning as he watched Jake hold up his left hand, as if he were going to shoot an imaginary ball, the right one held to the side of that, supporting this invisible ball, and relaxed his shoulders, stiffened his body, and made the barest of movements with his feet pushing his body off the floor.
“See? This position guarantees that I’m making the shot...”
“Yeah, whatever...”
“You do the same thing.”
“I’m not copying you!”
“JUST DO IT.”
Quatre rolled his eyes in annoyance, then mimicked the movement. Jake shook his head.
“No, higher. Set your hands higher.”
“I don’t shoot like that!”
“JUST DO IT.”
Quatre groaned reluctantly, but did as Jake growled. The older boy grew impatient with the younger male’s reluctance to fully follow through with the movement, and walked over to assist. He kicked Quatre’s left foot so that it was set a little further apart than what he had it, and straightened his shoulders. With a rough movement, he positioned Quatre’s hands in the air, mimicking the paused movement of preparing the ball for the shot.
“See? It’s easier in this position, and when you push yourself up, imagine that you’re forcing water up into the air. Like a hose.”
“You’re so damn cheesy,” Quatre muttered, feeling a little warm at this position. With Jake standing so close, and *touching* him so that he was mimicking his earlier stance, he was starting to feel suddenly aware of the older boy. For instance, the smell of his sweat, combined with the heat emanating from his body–it was enough to realize that he actually found the guy a turn-on.
“Shut up, stop complaining, and practice that move. It works. It’s my trade-secret,” Jake said, stepping back, hands on his hips. Quatre flushed once more, but only because he was growing a little embarrassed at the way the older boy was critiquing his movement. “No, your hips have to be balanced! What the hell? Why do you have them that way? Straighten them so that your spine’s aligned!”
“I’m not going to be thinking about this while I’m on the court! I can’t think of my every movement and positioning!” Quatre roared, swinging his arms down and turning to glare at him.
Jake frowned, lifting a single eyebrow in question. Once facing him, Quatre suddenly realized that the older male was actually a very good-looking specimen. He hadn’t noticed that before. Suddenly, those arrogant lips of his were beckoning his attention, just waiting to be challenged. And he’d never noticed how broad and muscular Jake was–there wasn’t a trace of wimpiness, here. All those years playing basketball and weight-training left him with good sized arms that flexed and bunched with each movement. The faded gray sleeveless shirt he wore accentuated the vee his shoulders made into his hips...and his legs? Quatre dropped his eyes to the calves that shifted powerfully as Jake continued to lecture on the importance of good form in basketball.
He suppressed a shiver–just thinking about what those legs looked like beneath those basketball shorts of his was enough to make him excited.
“I...I need you to position me, again,” he then muttered, flushing a nervous red as the words left his mouth involuntarily.
“You’re going to try it? For real, and not some half-assed effort?”
“...Yeah...”
Jake shrugged a shoulder, and closed the distance between them again. Quatre was burning with the embarrassment he felt as Jake did his hands-on approach, callused fingers forcing his hands into position, flexing biceps brushing against his bare skin. Jake was talking, but Quatre wasn’t paying attention. All he could think about was how the older male might feel against him with that hardened body of his, all male and strong. His face was still warm as he leaned into the older male at one point, forcing Jake to re-correct his positioning once more.
Then his eyes widened as Jake grabbed his hips, and forced them straight, holding them in place as he instructed him to ‘shoot the ball’. Quatre did so, and that firm grip held him in align. All he could think about was how it would feel if he were suddenly naked, and those hands were holding him in place for a different reason.
“See? It works. And–why’s your face all red?”
“It’s hot in here!” Quatre blurted out, shifting out of the hold. “Let’s open a door.”
“Quatre, it’s snowing out there. I don’t want to catch a cold. And it’s not that hot in here...Now, get back in that position and shoot me some threes. Then we’ll try with the actual ball. I’m telling you, you’ll make more points using this method.”
“...Fine. Position me again.”
“I just showed you how!”
“I forgot! I’m a blond, remember?”
Jake rolled his eyes, but roughly positioned him once more. Quatre hid his smile of glee, dropping his head as Jake went through the motions, his fingers once again holding his hips aligned as he commanded Quatre to shoot the ball. With an embarrassed smirk, Quatre went through the motion, entirely liking how Jake held him so firmly from behind.
Jake let go of him, and went after their balls, gathering them under each arm. He walked over, handing Quatre one.
“Do it with the ball,” he then commanded as the blond took it.
Quatre frowned, a little sullen in that he had to accomplish this without Jake’s help. He repeated the action fluidly, the ball actually moving easier than he remembered it doing.
“Wow!” he exclaimed, looking at Jake once more. “It does work!”
Jake nodded, and handed him the next. “This one, too.”
Quatre took the ball, and prepared to shoot. But Jake was crowding him, adjusting his shoulders so that they were relaxed and even as Quatre held the ball quietly. “Keep these down. You’re just using them to help guide the ball.”
Quatre flushed once more. Jake smelled incredibly good–male and sweat. It evoked a suddenly rising passion from within as he imagined Jake being that way for a whole different reason. He wondered how it would feel to be pressed up against that strong frame, to feel his sweat helping his body glide over Quatre’s. Oh, the image was simply divine, and he suddenly shivered, lowering his arms.
“What..? what’s wrong? Cramp?”
“Yeah,” Quatre then sputtered, arching his back. “A...cramp.”
“Rub it out. Stop acting like a wimp.”
“I can’t reach it.” Something naughty came to mind, and Quatre hid his grin as he then suggested, “Can you reach it? It’s just between my shoulder blades...”
Jake nodded, and reached over, to knead the muscles in question. Quatre leaned into the massage, fully enjoying the action. He bent his shoulders forward slightly so that Jake had full access to the ‘cramp’, but he was just trying to hide his beginning hard-on. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it go away when the boy was standing so close to him, *touching* him, so he tried focusing on the court and thinking of other things.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to keep his composure in check. He was definitely sure Quatre had been checking him out earlier, and while he was trying not to be disgusted in that action, he was suddenly thinking differently. Quatre was a really attractive guy, and he’d admitted that without question. He was too skinny to be considered a serious athlete, but there was an allure about Quatre that had him looking twice. He wasn’t sure what it was, and being this close to him was making him definitely uncomfortable. He could smell the other’s boy’s natural scent, a heady mixture of his own sweat and heat, and it was a definite turn-on. It was making him think of forbidden things, and for someone that hadn’t had any sort of sexual action in what felt like years, it was truly frustrating.
He looked at the other boy with an almost calculating gesture, appreciating the strong definition of muscle in his bare arms and neck. Those shorts he wore were too long to get an idea of how toned his legs were, but his calves were simply delicious–strong and firm, flexing with his movement. He wondered that if he touched Quatre’s legs, if they would be smooth, if he could feel the strong prickle of hair.
He grew uncomfortable with his thoughts, but–hey. There was no one else in the gym, and it wasn’t as if he were going to move in on his thoughts...it just wasn’t him. But the more he ‘massaged’ the cramp in Quatre’s back, the more he fell prey to the boy’s naive charms.
His hand stopped moving, and slid down Quatre’s back with a caressing air. He meant to drop his hand, but it seemed to move on its own–instead of dropping away from the younger boy’s back, it continued to caress the firm strength of his middle back, his fingers brushing against the waistline of his basketball shorts.
Quatre froze at this new thing, heart racing furiously. Was Jake actually touching him this way? What did it mean? Was he hitting on him, or was he just...being *friendly*? He was too scared to turn and look at him, and the caress was very enjoyable, but it wasn’t helping his hard-on. So, with a small tremble of his limbs due to his nervousness over the situation, he swallowed hard and moved back into the position Jake had been instructing him to do. Instead of dropping his hands from his body, Jake reached up to firmly position his shoulders, and started to knead the muscle there.
Half-heartedly, Quatre brought up his arms to make the imaginary shot, but the massage was simply wonderful. Jake had very strong hands, and his desire for the older boy was causing him to heat and not think clearly. He leaned into the massage, dropping his arms, closing his eyes in pleasure.
Those hands dropped from his shoulders, palms smoothing over his back as they lowered down to his waist, and encircled him, pulling him against Jake’s body. Quatre was startled to feel that the other boy had a hard-on as well, and his face flushed with pleasure at this knowledge, his hands fumbling back behind him to grip his hips.
Jake made a soft sighing sound against his neck, and Quatre tilted his head so that he could feel more of the older boy’s mouth against his flushed skin. Obligingly, Jake started to kiss his neck, his lips firm and smooth, taking his time as they moved from the connecting muscle of his neck and shoulder to the back of his neck. Quatre couldn’t believe that this was happening–never had he thought that Jake Trip would hit on him, after all the fuss he made about such things. The older boy’s fingers splayed over his hips, gripping him firmly against the solid strength of his own body. Quatre’s knees felt weak as he sagged into the older boy’s support, Jake’s lips continuing to travel over the exposed parts of his neck and shoulder.
Quatre could feel Jake’s erection against his back, a perfect fit against the top cleft of his buttocks, and subtly moved his hips backward, to feel that hardness more firmly. Jake stilled in his actions, then pushed his hips forward, his hips moving as he rubbed his cloth covered erection against Quatre’s ass.
Quatre moaned softly, liking what was happening, his head dropping back against Jake’s shoulder. He reached up to curl his arms behind his head, gripping Jake’s shoulders as he made answering movement to Jake’s actions. Breathing slightly heavily, completely forgetting where they were at, Quatre could only get harder and harder as Jake continued to rub his erection against his back.
He gasped when he felt the older boy’s fingers move underneath his sleeveless shirt, finding his heated skin underneath. Jake’s hands were so *strong* and rough, evoking images of rough play and coarse satisfaction. They moved over his stomach, up his ribs, brushing gently against his nipples. He was trying to concentrate on breathing as they continued to brush against his nipples, massaging lightly in a way that made him chuckle, thinking that Jake was focused on breasts and not an actual male flatness.
Jake realized his mistake, and chuckled lightly, dropping his hands from Quatre’s shirt, and turning the other male around. Without warning, he bent his head, kissing Quatre with a firmness that had the blond reeling at the intensity. He matched this kiss, reaching up to grip Jake’s shoulders, holding tightly as their tongues met and battled for control. Jake stepped into him, his thigh forcing his legs apart, and Quatre was too happy to accommodate him, spreading his legs slightly so that he could feel the older boy more firmly against him.
Jake’s hands were holding on his hips, kneading gently outside his shorts, and Quatre pushed his hips into the action, liking the way this was going. He wanted to feel more, so he tugged and pulled at the other boy’s shirt, forcing it off, revealing the toned pecs, stomach, and strongly muscled arms. His hands skittered over every available surface, reveling in the difference this boy’s body had with his ex–both Trowa and Triton had been skinny, lacking the definition Jake had, and it drove him *wild* to feel such power under his hands.
His thumbs brushed against the older boy’s nipples, his fingers digging into his heated flesh. Jake removed his mouth from Quatre’s, a string of saliva forming a slight bridge between them. He maneuvered Quatre’s shirt off, taking in the sight of toned muscles as well. He ducked his head to nibble and suck at Quatre’s neck, the blond reaching up to grip his shoulders once more, leaning his head back to feel and offer more. He moaned at the feel of Jake’s lips over his skin, feeling entirely horny as the older boy’s hands shifted from his hips, and moved around to his ass. Jake’s fingers curled almost needily over Quatre’s ass globes, pulling him tightly against his body, feeling the blond’s erection against his hip. He tasted so *good* and felt so damn *good*–things weren’t going to stop at this. He wanted more. He didn’t know that having such sexual activity with another male was going to be this good.
His hands delved within the waistband of Quatre’s shorts, past the waistband of his briefs, which were always best to wear when one was delving into strenuous activity on the court. He could feel Quatre’s heated skin beneath his palms, firm and tight, and pushed down the blond’s shirts and underwear with a smooth push of his wrists.
Quatre gasped at this rush of movement, but assisted the older boy by stepping out of his shorts, so that he was fully exposed to the other, standing only in his no-show socks and Ginobilis’. Jake’s hands moved from his ass, smoothing over the back of his thighs, and picking him up, his legs moving naturally around his waist. Quatre reveled in the easiness Jake performed this feat, as if his weight was nothing. He managed a chuckle as Jake lowered them both to the hardwood floor, smiling in satisfaction of the position as Quatre lay beneath him.
Quatre watched his face intently as he reached up, finding Jake’s erection through his shorts, and mewling in pleasure at what he found. Jake’s eyes closed in rapture as Quatre handled him, reveling in what he found. The blond shifted his hold, moving into his shorts, and forcing them down over his hips. When Jake’s erection was exposed to him, proud and mighty, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the top, he gave a desperate sound, wanting to play with it. His fingers wrapped around the pleasing length, feeling the heat within, and stroking him with a praising movement. Jake shifted into the hold, rising up onto his knees, straddling Quatre’s hips. His shorts were still clinging to his body, making the position awkward, but he wasn’t thinking about that as Quatre stroked him, moistening him with his own pre-cum.
Quatre shifted suddenly, moving so that he was facing Jake, and took his length into his mouth, humming with appreciation. Jake curled his fingers through Quatre’s hair, moaning loudly in pleasure as Quatre began bobbing his head.
Jake’s cock in his mouth tasted so *good*, and the musky smell of his privates was just heavenly. Quatre wasn’t sure whether he should stop moving and just fiddle with what he’d found, or blow Jake’s mind away with this intimate action. He really liked the way Jake moaned and panted, his hips shifting to drive his cock firmly within Quatre’s mouth...but he wanted more.
Jake suddenly pulled himself out of Quatre’s mouth, shaking his head. Disappointed, pre-cum and saliva dripping from his lower lip, Quatre stared at Jake, wondering what he was going to do now. He received his answer when he felt Jake’s fingers wrap around his length, the rough calluses of his palm and fingers feeling utterly heavenly against his sensitive skin. Quatre leaned his head back, moaning softly, pushing his hips upward with the stroking.
Jake was suddenly over him, propping himself with one arm, letting go of Quatre’s cock with the other. Quatre bemoaned the absence of his hand, but sucked in a deep breath when he felt Jake’s fingers dancing outside his entrance. He spread his legs wide to give Jake room to maneuver, panting heavily at the course of action. Jake didn’t try to enter him–he shifted his position so that Quatre could take his fingers into his mouth. At the feel of the blond’s tongue and saliva coating his fingers, Jake replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing and sucking at the blond’s mouth as he maneuvered his fingers back to Quatre’s entrance.
Quatre gave a low moan as one finger penetrated him, its strength and firmness causing his ass cheeks to flex with the pleasure he felt. He lifted his hips for more of the good thing, feeling uncomfortably horny as the saliva coated finger brushed briefly against his prostate. His muscle wasn’t stretched enough to suddenly take in another finger, and he groaned loudly, his hips bucking, head tilted back. Jake switched his attention to his throat, sucking and nibbling while his fingers worked on stretching Quatre’s tight hole.
He reveled in the sight of the responsive blond, awkwardly shoving his shorts a little further down his thighs as he settled into position. His dick felt entirely hot and heavy as he pressed the blunt head against the pink pucker, hearing Quatre suck in a deep breath at the movement. With firm, strong movements, Jake began moving his hips, pushing his cock into Quatre, feeling utterly clenched by the blond’s tight hole. Quatre clung onto his shoulders, giving a shout as he felt Jake pressing into him, his cock feeling just right as it entered him. He spread his legs even further, thrusting his hips upward, wanting more of this firm stranger.
Jake heaved his hips forward, fully sheathing himself into Quatre’s body, and tensed, trying to calm his breathing. The blond felt so *tight* and so *hot*–it was so much different from girls, and he had to revel in the tightness and difference he felt. He shifted his hips experimentally, Quatre giving a high pitched moan that made Jake’s inner organs clench with fierce pleasure.
Quatre reached under Jake’s strong arms, gripping his back as he forced his hips back, forcing Jake’s cock out of his body for a brief moment. Jake chuckled, shifting his position so that he could grip his dick, and force it back into Quatre, the blond giving a pleased sound as he received the intrusion with an arch of his back. Jake began pumping his hips slightly, to see what sort of movement Quatre would do underneath him, and was pleased when the blond mewled in pleasure, his hands tightening on his bare back. Jake lowered his face into the sweet smelling neck, shifting his arms so that they were positioned just inside of Quatre’s knees, pushing the boy’s legs up so that he had better access to his tight asshole.
Pulling out, his dick scraping against heated walls and muscle, Jake gave a sound of pleasure, his eyes closed once more as his body absorbed the massive wave of pleasure he felt from this action. Quatre reminded him that he wanted more action, so he opened his eyes, pumping fiercely into the boy, Quatre’s bare body squeaking against the hardwood floor.
It was such a turn-on to see the blond underneath him, taking all of him, mewling in response to everything he did, that Jake firmed his position, his balls dancing against Quatre’s buttocks as he thrust–in and out, in and out.
He gave a loud groan of pleasure as Quatre took all of him, his hips moving awkwardly in response. Quatre’s own dick bobbed impatiently, waiting for attention as Jake slammed into him. Quatre didn’t want to move, through, afraid that if he let go of Jake, he’d somehow go flying into the stands by the force of his thrusts. Giving a pained moan that he could not touch himself, Quatre moved his hips frantically, trying to get Jake to hit that magic spot deep within.
Jake shifted his angle, knowing what he was looking for, and found the spongy mass, making Quatre shout with pleasure. Quatre’s fingers dug into his muscle, his legs trembling violently around Jake’s waist, his buttocks clenched tight as Jake continued to massage that spot with the blunt head of his dick, his hips moving in tight circles.
Quatre wanted to scream with the pleasure he felt from his action, muffling his cries into Jake’s shoulder. He felt that burning heat deep within his gut, building and building, his body tensing as Jake thrust into him with staccato pants, his sweat running between their bodies, their muscles flexing with each movement they made.
Quatre desperately wanted to touch himself, chancing the risk with one hand. He began stroking himself in time of Jake’s thrust, and came with a ragged shout, his entire body turning red with the force of his orgasm. His ass clenched hard on Jake’s cock, forcing it still as his cum spurted over Jake’s chest and neck.
Jake gave a heavy moan as his cock received a tight , heated clench, and felt himself jerk violently as he came within Quatre, shooting his load deep within the blond’s bowels. He felt utterly weak and vulnerable as he slumped forward, breathing heavily against the blond’s sweaty chest.
Quatre was trying to catch his breath, opening his eyes to stare up at the gym ceiling, his legs shaking forcefully as they cradled Jake’s hips. He could feel the older boy’s cum warming his insides, and could feel the minute jerks of his penis as it throbbed in pleasure of release.
He could feel the older boy trembling atop of him, both their sweat combining to make it rather sticky and lubed as their powerful bodies rested against each other.
Finally, Jake pulled his dick, rather gingerly, from Quatre’s stretched hole. Quatre lifted his head, bemoaning the absence of the older boy as Jake looked in concern at the mess they had made. Reaching for his shirt, he cleaned Quatre’s body with a gentle touch, leaning over to kiss the blond with a sweet, patient kiss that had Quatre’s head swirling. Utterly exhausted from their actions, Quatre took in Jake’s tongue without movement, feeling those firm lips curve into a satisfied smirk as they realized who dominated this ball game...
To Be Continued...
Con verting /tmp/phpDNbbG7 to /dev/stdout
(Laughs insanely: then blushes)
This is my first PWP...er...kinda. It’s bad porn ONLY!!! Anyway, it is on this site only because it is the idea of a reviewer on another site that does not LIKE this kind of fic, and I like my rather stable position over there, so... I found her suggestions rather...interesting and decided to share them all with all my faithful readers....because we all know they’re horny and looking for porn (laughs).
But, Burned Vamp–this fic is dedicated to you, because you made it all happen.
:: JAKE ::
The gym was just an old building off the side of an elementary school, and was usually open to the public. Today, since it was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and he really hadn’t anything to do, Quatre had called Jake Trip up and asked him to come and hang out with him for the day. After making arrangements so that his son, Michael, was in the care of a reliable baby-sitter, Jake agreed to meet him at a little known basketball gym. Once there, both began shooting careless shots, heaving no real effort into their actions, as both were busy trying to outdo one another with Yo Momma jokes. How they got into this particular subject, Jake hadn’t a clue–Quatre just cracked a comment about him being a mother hen, and it had gone on from there.
“You know,” the older boy said, pausing in his dribbling. “You don’t even have the correct form when you shoot. It’s like you’re just throwing it just to throw it, hoping that the ball goes through.”
“Oh, shut up!” Quatre snarled, glaring at him. He shot the ball, hands in position even after the ball fell through the net. “You’re just all jealous that I shoot better than you.”
“Sure, that’s all it is, Winner,” Jake muttered, rolling his eyes as he shot his ball from his position. “Look, all I’m saying is that you don’t have the correct form. This is how I shoot...”
Quatre turned to look at the older boy, frowning as he watched Jake hold up his left hand, as if he were going to shoot an imaginary ball, the right one held to the side of that, supporting this invisible ball, and relaxed his shoulders, stiffened his body, and made the barest of movements with his feet pushing his body off the floor.
“See? This position guarantees that I’m making the shot...”
“Yeah, whatever...”
“You do the same thing.”
“I’m not copying you!”
“JUST DO IT.”
Quatre rolled his eyes in annoyance, then mimicked the movement. Jake shook his head.
“No, higher. Set your hands higher.”
“I don’t shoot like that!”
“JUST DO IT.”
Quatre groaned reluctantly, but did as Jake growled. The older boy grew impatient with the younger male’s reluctance to fully follow through with the movement, and walked over to assist. He kicked Quatre’s left foot so that it was set a little further apart than what he had it, and straightened his shoulders. With a rough movement, he positioned Quatre’s hands in the air, mimicking the paused movement of preparing the ball for the shot.
“See? It’s easier in this position, and when you push yourself up, imagine that you’re forcing water up into the air. Like a hose.”
“You’re so damn cheesy,” Quatre muttered, feeling a little warm at this position. With Jake standing so close, and *touching* him so that he was mimicking his earlier stance, he was starting to feel suddenly aware of the older boy. For instance, the smell of his sweat, combined with the heat emanating from his body–it was enough to realize that he actually found the guy a turn-on.
“Shut up, stop complaining, and practice that move. It works. It’s my trade-secret,” Jake said, stepping back, hands on his hips. Quatre flushed once more, but only because he was growing a little embarrassed at the way the older boy was critiquing his movement. “No, your hips have to be balanced! What the hell? Why do you have them that way? Straighten them so that your spine’s aligned!”
“I’m not going to be thinking about this while I’m on the court! I can’t think of my every movement and positioning!” Quatre roared, swinging his arms down and turning to glare at him.
Jake frowned, lifting a single eyebrow in question. Once facing him, Quatre suddenly realized that the older male was actually a very good-looking specimen. He hadn’t noticed that before. Suddenly, those arrogant lips of his were beckoning his attention, just waiting to be challenged. And he’d never noticed how broad and muscular Jake was–there wasn’t a trace of wimpiness, here. All those years playing basketball and weight-training left him with good sized arms that flexed and bunched with each movement. The faded gray sleeveless shirt he wore accentuated the vee his shoulders made into his hips...and his legs? Quatre dropped his eyes to the calves that shifted powerfully as Jake continued to lecture on the importance of good form in basketball.
He suppressed a shiver–just thinking about what those legs looked like beneath those basketball shorts of his was enough to make him excited.
“I...I need you to position me, again,” he then muttered, flushing a nervous red as the words left his mouth involuntarily.
“You’re going to try it? For real, and not some half-assed effort?”
“...Yeah...”
Jake shrugged a shoulder, and closed the distance between them again. Quatre was burning with the embarrassment he felt as Jake did his hands-on approach, callused fingers forcing his hands into position, flexing biceps brushing against his bare skin. Jake was talking, but Quatre wasn’t paying attention. All he could think about was how the older male might feel against him with that hardened body of his, all male and strong. His face was still warm as he leaned into the older male at one point, forcing Jake to re-correct his positioning once more.
Then his eyes widened as Jake grabbed his hips, and forced them straight, holding them in place as he instructed him to ‘shoot the ball’. Quatre did so, and that firm grip held him in align. All he could think about was how it would feel if he were suddenly naked, and those hands were holding him in place for a different reason.
“See? It works. And–why’s your face all red?”
“It’s hot in here!” Quatre blurted out, shifting out of the hold. “Let’s open a door.”
“Quatre, it’s snowing out there. I don’t want to catch a cold. And it’s not that hot in here...Now, get back in that position and shoot me some threes. Then we’ll try with the actual ball. I’m telling you, you’ll make more points using this method.”
“...Fine. Position me again.”
“I just showed you how!”
“I forgot! I’m a blond, remember?”
Jake rolled his eyes, but roughly positioned him once more. Quatre hid his smile of glee, dropping his head as Jake went through the motions, his fingers once again holding his hips aligned as he commanded Quatre to shoot the ball. With an embarrassed smirk, Quatre went through the motion, entirely liking how Jake held him so firmly from behind.
Jake let go of him, and went after their balls, gathering them under each arm. He walked over, handing Quatre one.
“Do it with the ball,” he then commanded as the blond took it.
Quatre frowned, a little sullen in that he had to accomplish this without Jake’s help. He repeated the action fluidly, the ball actually moving easier than he remembered it doing.
“Wow!” he exclaimed, looking at Jake once more. “It does work!”
Jake nodded, and handed him the next. “This one, too.”
Quatre took the ball, and prepared to shoot. But Jake was crowding him, adjusting his shoulders so that they were relaxed and even as Quatre held the ball quietly. “Keep these down. You’re just using them to help guide the ball.”
Quatre flushed once more. Jake smelled incredibly good–male and sweat. It evoked a suddenly rising passion from within as he imagined Jake being that way for a whole different reason. He wondered how it would feel to be pressed up against that strong frame, to feel his sweat helping his body glide over Quatre’s. Oh, the image was simply divine, and he suddenly shivered, lowering his arms.
“What..? what’s wrong? Cramp?”
“Yeah,” Quatre then sputtered, arching his back. “A...cramp.”
“Rub it out. Stop acting like a wimp.”
“I can’t reach it.” Something naughty came to mind, and Quatre hid his grin as he then suggested, “Can you reach it? It’s just between my shoulder blades...”
Jake nodded, and reached over, to knead the muscles in question. Quatre leaned into the massage, fully enjoying the action. He bent his shoulders forward slightly so that Jake had full access to the ‘cramp’, but he was just trying to hide his beginning hard-on. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it go away when the boy was standing so close to him, *touching* him, so he tried focusing on the court and thinking of other things.
Meanwhile, Jake was trying to keep his composure in check. He was definitely sure Quatre had been checking him out earlier, and while he was trying not to be disgusted in that action, he was suddenly thinking differently. Quatre was a really attractive guy, and he’d admitted that without question. He was too skinny to be considered a serious athlete, but there was an allure about Quatre that had him looking twice. He wasn’t sure what it was, and being this close to him was making him definitely uncomfortable. He could smell the other’s boy’s natural scent, a heady mixture of his own sweat and heat, and it was a definite turn-on. It was making him think of forbidden things, and for someone that hadn’t had any sort of sexual action in what felt like years, it was truly frustrating.
He looked at the other boy with an almost calculating gesture, appreciating the strong definition of muscle in his bare arms and neck. Those shorts he wore were too long to get an idea of how toned his legs were, but his calves were simply delicious–strong and firm, flexing with his movement. He wondered that if he touched Quatre’s legs, if they would be smooth, if he could feel the strong prickle of hair.
He grew uncomfortable with his thoughts, but–hey. There was no one else in the gym, and it wasn’t as if he were going to move in on his thoughts...it just wasn’t him. But the more he ‘massaged’ the cramp in Quatre’s back, the more he fell prey to the boy’s naive charms.
His hand stopped moving, and slid down Quatre’s back with a caressing air. He meant to drop his hand, but it seemed to move on its own–instead of dropping away from the younger boy’s back, it continued to caress the firm strength of his middle back, his fingers brushing against the waistline of his basketball shorts.
Quatre froze at this new thing, heart racing furiously. Was Jake actually touching him this way? What did it mean? Was he hitting on him, or was he just...being *friendly*? He was too scared to turn and look at him, and the caress was very enjoyable, but it wasn’t helping his hard-on. So, with a small tremble of his limbs due to his nervousness over the situation, he swallowed hard and moved back into the position Jake had been instructing him to do. Instead of dropping his hands from his body, Jake reached up to firmly position his shoulders, and started to knead the muscle there.
Half-heartedly, Quatre brought up his arms to make the imaginary shot, but the massage was simply wonderful. Jake had very strong hands, and his desire for the older boy was causing him to heat and not think clearly. He leaned into the massage, dropping his arms, closing his eyes in pleasure.
Those hands dropped from his shoulders, palms smoothing over his back as they lowered down to his waist, and encircled him, pulling him against Jake’s body. Quatre was startled to feel that the other boy had a hard-on as well, and his face flushed with pleasure at this knowledge, his hands fumbling back behind him to grip his hips.
Jake made a soft sighing sound against his neck, and Quatre tilted his head so that he could feel more of the older boy’s mouth against his flushed skin. Obligingly, Jake started to kiss his neck, his lips firm and smooth, taking his time as they moved from the connecting muscle of his neck and shoulder to the back of his neck. Quatre couldn’t believe that this was happening–never had he thought that Jake Trip would hit on him, after all the fuss he made about such things. The older boy’s fingers splayed over his hips, gripping him firmly against the solid strength of his own body. Quatre’s knees felt weak as he sagged into the older boy’s support, Jake’s lips continuing to travel over the exposed parts of his neck and shoulder.
Quatre could feel Jake’s erection against his back, a perfect fit against the top cleft of his buttocks, and subtly moved his hips backward, to feel that hardness more firmly. Jake stilled in his actions, then pushed his hips forward, his hips moving as he rubbed his cloth covered erection against Quatre’s ass.
Quatre moaned softly, liking what was happening, his head dropping back against Jake’s shoulder. He reached up to curl his arms behind his head, gripping Jake’s shoulders as he made answering movement to Jake’s actions. Breathing slightly heavily, completely forgetting where they were at, Quatre could only get harder and harder as Jake continued to rub his erection against his back.
He gasped when he felt the older boy’s fingers move underneath his sleeveless shirt, finding his heated skin underneath. Jake’s hands were so *strong* and rough, evoking images of rough play and coarse satisfaction. They moved over his stomach, up his ribs, brushing gently against his nipples. He was trying to concentrate on breathing as they continued to brush against his nipples, massaging lightly in a way that made him chuckle, thinking that Jake was focused on breasts and not an actual male flatness.
Jake realized his mistake, and chuckled lightly, dropping his hands from Quatre’s shirt, and turning the other male around. Without warning, he bent his head, kissing Quatre with a firmness that had the blond reeling at the intensity. He matched this kiss, reaching up to grip Jake’s shoulders, holding tightly as their tongues met and battled for control. Jake stepped into him, his thigh forcing his legs apart, and Quatre was too happy to accommodate him, spreading his legs slightly so that he could feel the older boy more firmly against him.
Jake’s hands were holding on his hips, kneading gently outside his shorts, and Quatre pushed his hips into the action, liking the way this was going. He wanted to feel more, so he tugged and pulled at the other boy’s shirt, forcing it off, revealing the toned pecs, stomach, and strongly muscled arms. His hands skittered over every available surface, reveling in the difference this boy’s body had with his ex–both Trowa and Triton had been skinny, lacking the definition Jake had, and it drove him *wild* to feel such power under his hands.
His thumbs brushed against the older boy’s nipples, his fingers digging into his heated flesh. Jake removed his mouth from Quatre’s, a string of saliva forming a slight bridge between them. He maneuvered Quatre’s shirt off, taking in the sight of toned muscles as well. He ducked his head to nibble and suck at Quatre’s neck, the blond reaching up to grip his shoulders once more, leaning his head back to feel and offer more. He moaned at the feel of Jake’s lips over his skin, feeling entirely horny as the older boy’s hands shifted from his hips, and moved around to his ass. Jake’s fingers curled almost needily over Quatre’s ass globes, pulling him tightly against his body, feeling the blond’s erection against his hip. He tasted so *good* and felt so damn *good*–things weren’t going to stop at this. He wanted more. He didn’t know that having such sexual activity with another male was going to be this good.
His hands delved within the waistband of Quatre’s shorts, past the waistband of his briefs, which were always best to wear when one was delving into strenuous activity on the court. He could feel Quatre’s heated skin beneath his palms, firm and tight, and pushed down the blond’s shirts and underwear with a smooth push of his wrists.
Quatre gasped at this rush of movement, but assisted the older boy by stepping out of his shorts, so that he was fully exposed to the other, standing only in his no-show socks and Ginobilis’. Jake’s hands moved from his ass, smoothing over the back of his thighs, and picking him up, his legs moving naturally around his waist. Quatre reveled in the easiness Jake performed this feat, as if his weight was nothing. He managed a chuckle as Jake lowered them both to the hardwood floor, smiling in satisfaction of the position as Quatre lay beneath him.
Quatre watched his face intently as he reached up, finding Jake’s erection through his shorts, and mewling in pleasure at what he found. Jake’s eyes closed in rapture as Quatre handled him, reveling in what he found. The blond shifted his hold, moving into his shorts, and forcing them down over his hips. When Jake’s erection was exposed to him, proud and mighty, a bead of pre-cum pearling at the top, he gave a desperate sound, wanting to play with it. His fingers wrapped around the pleasing length, feeling the heat within, and stroking him with a praising movement. Jake shifted into the hold, rising up onto his knees, straddling Quatre’s hips. His shorts were still clinging to his body, making the position awkward, but he wasn’t thinking about that as Quatre stroked him, moistening him with his own pre-cum.
Quatre shifted suddenly, moving so that he was facing Jake, and took his length into his mouth, humming with appreciation. Jake curled his fingers through Quatre’s hair, moaning loudly in pleasure as Quatre began bobbing his head.
Jake’s cock in his mouth tasted so *good*, and the musky smell of his privates was just heavenly. Quatre wasn’t sure whether he should stop moving and just fiddle with what he’d found, or blow Jake’s mind away with this intimate action. He really liked the way Jake moaned and panted, his hips shifting to drive his cock firmly within Quatre’s mouth...but he wanted more.
Jake suddenly pulled himself out of Quatre’s mouth, shaking his head. Disappointed, pre-cum and saliva dripping from his lower lip, Quatre stared at Jake, wondering what he was going to do now. He received his answer when he felt Jake’s fingers wrap around his length, the rough calluses of his palm and fingers feeling utterly heavenly against his sensitive skin. Quatre leaned his head back, moaning softly, pushing his hips upward with the stroking.
Jake was suddenly over him, propping himself with one arm, letting go of Quatre’s cock with the other. Quatre bemoaned the absence of his hand, but sucked in a deep breath when he felt Jake’s fingers dancing outside his entrance. He spread his legs wide to give Jake room to maneuver, panting heavily at the course of action. Jake didn’t try to enter him–he shifted his position so that Quatre could take his fingers into his mouth. At the feel of the blond’s tongue and saliva coating his fingers, Jake replaced his fingers with his mouth, kissing and sucking at the blond’s mouth as he maneuvered his fingers back to Quatre’s entrance.
Quatre gave a low moan as one finger penetrated him, its strength and firmness causing his ass cheeks to flex with the pleasure he felt. He lifted his hips for more of the good thing, feeling uncomfortably horny as the saliva coated finger brushed briefly against his prostate. His muscle wasn’t stretched enough to suddenly take in another finger, and he groaned loudly, his hips bucking, head tilted back. Jake switched his attention to his throat, sucking and nibbling while his fingers worked on stretching Quatre’s tight hole.
He reveled in the sight of the responsive blond, awkwardly shoving his shorts a little further down his thighs as he settled into position. His dick felt entirely hot and heavy as he pressed the blunt head against the pink pucker, hearing Quatre suck in a deep breath at the movement. With firm, strong movements, Jake began moving his hips, pushing his cock into Quatre, feeling utterly clenched by the blond’s tight hole. Quatre clung onto his shoulders, giving a shout as he felt Jake pressing into him, his cock feeling just right as it entered him. He spread his legs even further, thrusting his hips upward, wanting more of this firm stranger.
Jake heaved his hips forward, fully sheathing himself into Quatre’s body, and tensed, trying to calm his breathing. The blond felt so *tight* and so *hot*–it was so much different from girls, and he had to revel in the tightness and difference he felt. He shifted his hips experimentally, Quatre giving a high pitched moan that made Jake’s inner organs clench with fierce pleasure.
Quatre reached under Jake’s strong arms, gripping his back as he forced his hips back, forcing Jake’s cock out of his body for a brief moment. Jake chuckled, shifting his position so that he could grip his dick, and force it back into Quatre, the blond giving a pleased sound as he received the intrusion with an arch of his back. Jake began pumping his hips slightly, to see what sort of movement Quatre would do underneath him, and was pleased when the blond mewled in pleasure, his hands tightening on his bare back. Jake lowered his face into the sweet smelling neck, shifting his arms so that they were positioned just inside of Quatre’s knees, pushing the boy’s legs up so that he had better access to his tight asshole.
Pulling out, his dick scraping against heated walls and muscle, Jake gave a sound of pleasure, his eyes closed once more as his body absorbed the massive wave of pleasure he felt from this action. Quatre reminded him that he wanted more action, so he opened his eyes, pumping fiercely into the boy, Quatre’s bare body squeaking against the hardwood floor.
It was such a turn-on to see the blond underneath him, taking all of him, mewling in response to everything he did, that Jake firmed his position, his balls dancing against Quatre’s buttocks as he thrust–in and out, in and out.
He gave a loud groan of pleasure as Quatre took all of him, his hips moving awkwardly in response. Quatre’s own dick bobbed impatiently, waiting for attention as Jake slammed into him. Quatre didn’t want to move, through, afraid that if he let go of Jake, he’d somehow go flying into the stands by the force of his thrusts. Giving a pained moan that he could not touch himself, Quatre moved his hips frantically, trying to get Jake to hit that magic spot deep within.
Jake shifted his angle, knowing what he was looking for, and found the spongy mass, making Quatre shout with pleasure. Quatre’s fingers dug into his muscle, his legs trembling violently around Jake’s waist, his buttocks clenched tight as Jake continued to massage that spot with the blunt head of his dick, his hips moving in tight circles.
Quatre wanted to scream with the pleasure he felt from his action, muffling his cries into Jake’s shoulder. He felt that burning heat deep within his gut, building and building, his body tensing as Jake thrust into him with staccato pants, his sweat running between their bodies, their muscles flexing with each movement they made.
Quatre desperately wanted to touch himself, chancing the risk with one hand. He began stroking himself in time of Jake’s thrust, and came with a ragged shout, his entire body turning red with the force of his orgasm. His ass clenched hard on Jake’s cock, forcing it still as his cum spurted over Jake’s chest and neck.
Jake gave a heavy moan as his cock received a tight , heated clench, and felt himself jerk violently as he came within Quatre, shooting his load deep within the blond’s bowels. He felt utterly weak and vulnerable as he slumped forward, breathing heavily against the blond’s sweaty chest.
Quatre was trying to catch his breath, opening his eyes to stare up at the gym ceiling, his legs shaking forcefully as they cradled Jake’s hips. He could feel the older boy’s cum warming his insides, and could feel the minute jerks of his penis as it throbbed in pleasure of release.
He could feel the older boy trembling atop of him, both their sweat combining to make it rather sticky and lubed as their powerful bodies rested against each other.
Finally, Jake pulled his dick, rather gingerly, from Quatre’s stretched hole. Quatre lifted his head, bemoaning the absence of the older boy as Jake looked in concern at the mess they had made. Reaching for his shirt, he cleaned Quatre’s body with a gentle touch, leaning over to kiss the blond with a sweet, patient kiss that had Quatre’s head swirling. Utterly exhausted from their actions, Quatre took in Jake’s tongue without movement, feeling those firm lips curve into a satisfied smirk as they realized who dominated this ball game...
To Be Continued...
Con verting /tmp/phpDNbbG7 to /dev/stdout