Yo Puedo Ayudar - Part 2 Fandom: Going to the Mat Pairing: Jace/John Feedback:lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com URL: http://www.geocities.com/lilli_luthor1961/Brotherlylove.html Disclaimer: Going to the Mat is owned and copyrighted by Disney.
John woke up with the sheets sticky and his body moist with perspiration. He had dreamt of Jace in his wrestling togs. Throwing the sheets back and padding to the bathroom, he wished just once he could get the opportunity to pin Jace down and silence his sarcastic mouth with a kiss. Jace was different, and not just because he was blind. He was full of life and energy. John yearned to get as close as he could to it, to tap into it in more ways than one. Now it looked like he might finally get his chance. "It's weight training and nothing more", he reminded himself.
After taking care of his bed linen, John hurried down to breakfast in his sweats and a pair of sneakers. It was Saturday and the school was usually open for community groups to hold functions. John was pretty sure no one would be using the gym and the weight room, but to be sure, he told Jace he would pick him up after noon. Most of the guys would choose an early workout if they showed up at all. John didn't let himself think about all the reasons he didn't want he and Jace to be disturbed. He convinced himself that he just didn't want to be seen with the freak.
The morning passed slowly for Jace. He ate breakfast, finished his homework and then showered. He put his running shorts and a tank under his warm up suit and sat playing his guitar as he waited for John to pick him up. He could tell by his mother's tone that she was glad that he was making friends. He didn't have the heart to tell her that he and the jock were more like mortal enemies and more importantly, he couldn't tell her the feelings he had for the older boy. 'And what does it really matter', he thought, 'John isn't gay.'
The doorbell rang distracting him from his thoughts. His mother called up the stairs for him announcing his teammates arrival. Jace quickly grabbed his gym bag and cane and headed down the steps. John took in the boy as he made his way down the steps to him. He felt as if he was on a date. Even in the warm-up suit and denim jacket, Jace was beautiful. Jace reached his hand out and called John's name.
"I'm here", he said, taking the blind teen's hand in his own.
"Gracias", Jace beamed.
"Beg your pardon", John asked slightly bewildered.
"That's thank you in Spanish", Jace said smugly.
"Oh. Well today is my turn to teach you a few things."
Jace tried not to let his mind misinterpret those words.
"Okay professor, lead on."
John released the young man's hand and opened the door for him.
"I've got the door", John spoke up.
"Ah. Chivalry is not dead", Jace teased. He kissed his mom goodbye and let John lead him to his car. They arrived at the school a little after one. There were just a few kids and their parents still there from an earlier meeting. John took Jace through a thorough stretching routine before he began work on the bench press. Jace listened intently and allowed John to correct his form. Twenty minutes later, Jace was well into his weight-lifting reps.
"Thank you", Jace grunted, as he struggled with the hundred-pound weights.
"For what?" The blond jock asked, confused.
"Say thank you in Spanish", Jace smiled.
John looked down on the boy laying flat on the bench press beneath him. As he stood over him to spot him, he couldn't help but take in his exquisite form. His chest and abs were well toned and his arms were ripped. He could tell that the teen took care of his body. His eyes drifted lower, down to his belly that peeked out as the blind teen extended his arms over his head. He let his eyes drift lower to the waistband of his shorts. John closed his eyes and willed himself not to stare. 'This is sick', he thought, 'ogling a blind man.'
Jace cleared his throat, as if to remind John that he was still waiting for an answer.
"Gracias", John croaked.
"Good", Jace panted as he struggled to do a few more reps with the weights.
"I think that's enough for the day", the older boy admonished, carefully taking the weights from him. "C'mon. Let's hit the showers and get out of here."
John pulled Jace up with both arms and steadied him. Standing face to face, John noticed the familiar smug smirk on Jace's usually pouty lips. "What's wrong?"
"You said Let's hit the showers. I'm the only one who worked out."
"What's that supposed to mean?" John sputtered.
"Usted desea mirar?"
"What did you say?" John was pretty sure he didn't want to know.
"Look it up", Jace taunted, Where's my cane?"
John was glad those chocolate eyes couldn't see him. His face was flushed and he was hard as a rock. He hadn't meant to say Let's, but now the idea was planted in his mind and the thought of seeing his nemesis stark naked and dripping wet was consuming him. He adjusted himself and then led the boy to the showers and left.
"I'll wait for you by the lockers."
John exited quickly, stopping just outside the showers. 'You're a sick twisted bastard', he chided, as he stood peering into the shower, waiting for the blind teen to strip and shower. His heart raced as Jace turned his back to him and bent slowly to remove his shorts and underwear. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he watched muscular glutes flex and relax. Jace felt around for the soap and turning as if to give John a full frontal view, slowly lathered himself. Suds glistened across his pecs and the older boy watched as the skillful hands ran that bar down over taut abs. Jace spread his thighs seductively and lifting his semi-hard eight inches, began to lather between his legs and over his heavy sac. He ran one soapy hand up and down his length and John nearly whimpered at the sight.
'Stop this you perv', he commanded himself, but to no avail.
John began to knead his own erection through his sweats as he watched the beautiful teen bathe himself.
Jace turned away from him and John let out a small gasp as he watched his teammate take one soap-slicked finger and bend slightly exposing the small pink pucker. He bit his lip as the boy began to finger himself, all the while stroking his cock. John backed away from the door, stumbling blindly through rows of lockers until he was sure he was far enough away. An orgasm ripped through his body and he came shuddering, burying his moans between clenched teeth. He grabbed a clean towel from the bin nearby and went to his locker to find a change of sweats. Moments later he heard Jace calling for him. Gathering his composure, he called out to the boy and met him by the shower door.
Jace had a towel wrapped around his waist and his skin was still slightly damp. John took his arm and led him to his locker.
"Le hizo tienen gusto de lo que usted vio." Jace spoke. His voice was husky.
"I don't understand."
Stepping closer to the wrestler, Jace stood on his toes and whispered in the bigger man's ear, "Did you like what you saw?"