Three Pointer
Chapter One: "Play Ball"
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As he watched the pair of boys in front of him, Marty felt his smile die and a frown cross his face. His shoulders slumped uncharacteristically as his eyes followed the dark-haired boy chatting with the arrogant blond. He couldn't work out what the basketball team captain was doing talking to the dorkiest boy in school. TJ and Cyrus didn't have anything in common, especially since one still considered most sports as 'sportsball'. When the two finally parted ways, with TJ ruffling Cyrus' hair, the runner made his move.
"Hey, TJ."
"You are?" TJ sneered, looking up and down the length of Marty's body while trying to place the other boy.
"It's me. Marty? From tryouts? You turned me down because I missed that three-pointer?" The brown-haired boy chuckled, trying not to glare.
"Again, who? Dude, I cut a lot of people that day, so why the heck would or should I remember one loser?" TJ questioned, raising an eyebrow. This remark had Marty gritting his teeth but still faking a smile, growing more and more frustrated by TJ's narcissism.
"Uh, maybe you remember Buffy? The girl that was just here. I was the guy hanging around her." He explained, still seeing no change in TJ's looming gaze. He was a lot different than when talking to Cyrus.
"I can honestly say that I don't remember anyone with her. Unless you were the ball she was tossing?" TJ smirked.
"Heh… funny." Marty dropped the smile.
"But then again, the ball could get further with Buffy then you could." TJ teased, his smirk not disappearing but his eyebrow rising. "How does it feel that an object has better chances than a loser like you, who can't even make a boy's basketball team over a girl."
Marty managed to keep himself from punching the taller boy in the jaw. "How does it feel that SHE has a better chance at bedding Cyrus than you?"
TJ simply snorted. He doubted that even a bed could properly bed his chocolate chip muffin. "I'm pretty sure that Cyrus has higher standards than someone like her."
"Better than lowering them to a jerk like you."
"At least I could last when jerking, unlike a certain eleven point five second boy." TJ smirked.
With that, Marty threw a punch, but only succeeded in getting his fist caught and twisted around until he was on his knees. "Ah! S-stop it!"
"I could… or I could break something." TJ shrugged.
"Doesn't matter!" The in-pain teen snapped. His phone was showing something that had TJ's grip loosening. "Let go before I let the whole school know that a certain basketball captain is gay and in love with the dork Cyrus Goodman."
Marty's smirk returned as TJ's disappeared and the jock found his grip loosening enough for Marty to escape.
With a glare reserved for his worst enemy, TJ hissed his response. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"
"You heard me…"
"I could destroy you." TJ growled.
"Not as much as this video would destroy your reputation and your relationship with that slutty little blonde. Or even Cyrus. Think he would want you hurting me?" Marty knew that TJ wasn't going to touch him, and he could get what he wanted out of the jock now.
"Underdog wouldn't want anything to do with a loser like you." TJ attempted.
Marty just shrugged, "But would be even look at you?"
"More than Buffy would ever look at you, dweeb."
That just had the shorter boy laughing.
"Still think I care, huh?" He typed something into his phone then hovered his finger over the send button. "Look, TJ. We can agree on something here, or just keep fighting. So, why don't you just follow me into that storeroom and we can make an agreement, ok?"
TJ's look was one of disgust. "Why the heck would I follow you in there? What are you some sort of fucking fruit, loser?"
"Fine, I'll just send it to the whole-!" Marty began.
TJ simply glared. However, he didn't allow Marty to finish his sentence before roughly tugging the athletic boy towards the store room, pushing him inside hard enough that he crashed into a shelving unit. A smirk touched TJ's lips as he walked inside. He loomed over Marty as the teen picked himself up, groaning as he tugged his jumper loose of the shelf. The door slammed shut with a loud bang to make Marty jump then glare at his captor. A captor that he had told to go inside the room.
"Ok, now what, loser?"
Rubbing his elbow, Marty managed a smirk..
"Now you can strip, or everyone in school can see this before you can even touch me!"
"What the fuck, you really are fucking gay. Aren't you?" TJ growled.
"Yeah? So? You were flirting with Cyrus fucking Goodman!"
"Who is more of a girl, then most of the girls in this place." TJ smirked.
Marty growled, realising just how stupid TJ actually was. They liked the same guy! "And what about Jonah Beck? He looks more girly than Cyrus."
"Who?" TJ questioned. Running his hand through his hair, attempting to work out who the heck Jonah Beck was, while wondering if that had been the sort of cute boy that he alway saw around HIS Cyrus.
"Nevermind. Just strip, my finger's getting really tired, dude."
"Not shocked that your finger would get tired this fast, since nothing else about you lasts long." TJ smirked, still clinging onto the one thing that gave him a sense of power and dominance in this fight.
Marty glared, tired of the arrogant jock's wit. "Guess I'll just press this then…"
TJ growled once more, as he reached out and forced Marty's phone out of the boy's hand before throwing it at the concrete floor. "What do you want me to do first, you fucking loser?"
Marty audibly gulped, glad he sent himself of copy just in case. "S-strip…?"
While TJ's dark eyes had previously given him a sense of sexiness and had turned Marty on to a degree that only Jonah and Cyrus could lay claim to; now gave him a feeling of fear and dread.
"You're bloody weird," TJ growled.
Shaking his head in annoyance, TJ reached down and unzipped his hoodie and pulled it off. Marty gulped nervously and felt himself licking his lips when TJ's shirt had ridden up a little to show the boy's abs and the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Internally growling at the fact the other boy was looking at him like he was a piece of meat to be lusted over, TJ threw his hoodie at the boy, hoping to derail the boy's lustful glance.
His hoodie didn't derail Marty, who breathed out. "K-keep going."
TJ growled but grabbed the bottom of his tee and eased it off of himself, revealing his lightly defined four-pack. Which the boy knew was one of his best features, since it made numerous girl's line up to get a chance to be with him. Some even doing creepy things for attention. Heck, he had even noticed the red-headed dork Gus, checking out his chest a few times while changing after gym class.
"There. Happy now, loser?"
Marty's mouth just hanged open as he looked up and down at the sexy jock's lightly defined chest. His cock twitched, as he began to harden while wondering what TJ was hiding. "Y-yea- I mean no!" He blubbered, quickly losing his edge.
"Yes? No? What the fuck is it?" TJ qrowled, raising his eyebrow.
"I…" The shorter boy swallowed hard, finding himself wanting TJ to be Cyrus now more than ever but too desperate to see the jock's meat to stop. "I want to see everything!"
"What? Why? And seriously fuck man, even my girl doesn't beg this much."
Marty opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was some slurred cough. He looked away when TJ just started laughing at him. "Shut up! I still have that video, you know."
TJ's intense glare returned and the jock growled out a single word: "Where?"
The shorter boy shook his head nervously, keeping his light-pink lips sealed.
"I will destroy you after this, you bloody dickhead." TJ growled, walking over and roughly stomping on Marty's phone, just to make sure it was broken. "Since you look like you want a piece, why don't you come and undo my pants yourself pansy boy?"
"Um, ah…" Marty found his arms twitching, wanting to reach out for his prize but managed to keep them by his side. "N-no way. You're the one stripping, so keep going. O-or else…"
The boy however, was groaning internally and beating himself up, for not taking the chance to feel up TJ's body and cock. Just thinking about it was putting a tent in Marty's jeans.
"Your loss, loser." TJ shrugged, as he reached down and began to very slowly untie his sweatpants. "Just what the fuck do you think you're gonna get from this?"
Marty's eyes were nearly bulging, as TJ had stopped before removing his pants.
"Fucking loser." TJ groaned, realising that Marty was too far gone to actually respond to him now. He pushed his sweats down to leave himself in his boxer briefs, which bulged a little from his size.
With his eyes locked on TJ's crotch, Marty gulped as he worked out that TJ was bigger than him. The boy was beginning to feel even more self-conscious about himself as he stood in front of a underwear clad, lightly muscular adonis. His mouth quickly went dry and TJ shot him a confusing look, something between disgust and pride. "W-wow…"
TJ smirked at the reaction that he was getting from the shorter boy and rested his arms behind his head to show off. "Take it in, and see what a REAL man looks like, loser."
Marty was weak at the knees, his dried mouth quickly watering. TJ's impressive fabric-covered bulge was mesmerising to the dark-haired teen, who couldn't help but want to see the large piece of meat that was calling out to him, from within. He felt his breathing getting heavier, as he begged for more. "T-Take off you u-underwear to!"
The jock rolled his eyes. He knew it was coming, but never expected he would be enjoying taunting another boy with his cock, even without having to take off his underwear. "Whatever, fucking loser."
Marty found himself taking a step back in order to grab onto a shelving unit, in order to keep himself stable as he prepared himself to see the cock of TJ Kippen, the captain of the Jefferson Middle School Basketball Team. Something that numerous girls would be begging to see and prepared to give themselves to him for just a peak. His own cock was leaking a steady stream of pre as TJ fingered the waistband to his bulging briefs, smirking as he peeled the fabric away from his sexy tanned boy and made the shorter boy drool.
"Fuck…" Marty bit his lip hard, trying to stay standing as the Jock's crotch started coming into view. With the jock's v-line and very light patch of pubic hair leading down to the organ he aching to see.
"Why would I fuck a loser like you?" TJ smirked, unaware that he was making Marty's heart beat louder as he allowed his boxer briefs to drop down to the floor and reveal his six-inch cock to the shorter boy.
"F-fuck me!?"
"Maybe if you pay me." TJ teased.
Marty felt like Cyrus as his face flushed red, imagining he looked like a flustered tomato. "N-no, that's NOT what I meant, TJ! Y-you're NOT fucking me… e-even if you are… well, b-big."
In an attempt to gain back his dominance of the situation, TJ walked towards the shorter boy. Marty gulping nervously as he watched the naked boy getting closer, with the boy's large cock pointing towards him as he walked. When he reached the other boy, TJ reached down and cupped Marty's ass cheeks, giving them a firm squeeze.
"Seems to me, that these puppies want some love." TJ smirked, giving them another squeeze. "Or just to be given some attention by someone better than the loser attached to them."
"Ngh! S-stop that!" Marty shoved TJ, succeeding only in staggering the teen. "I am not Cyrus! You can't just-"
"Oh, what can't I do?" TJ questioned, continuing to smirk at the shorter boy.
Marty whined, feeling the naked boy grind against him again. "Y-you can't do whatever you want! Just r-remember that you have to listen to me or I send that video!"
TJ simply grinned. "You seem to think that this would only destroy me, what do you think Buffy and Cyrus would think when it's revealed that YOU destroyed Cyrus's reputation. You would lose them and any small, like very small chance you ever had with Buffy."
The sporty teen chewed his lip, knowing what TJ said was right. "And if I don't care? She doesn't want to date me- why did I say that?"
"Because you are a loser, and you might have been rejected but she is definitely still in your spank bank, maybe even Cyrus as well." TJ replied, before teasingly asking. "Is that what you picture as your spanking your small little garden snake? A threesome with Buffy and Cyrus?"
Marty shook, trying not to think about it.
"Cyrus's cock sliding into you as you ease into Buffy. Is that what you want, loser? Or maybe even my cock thrusting into your useless ass." TJ continued, as he gave Marty's ass a firmer squeeze to remind the boy that his ass was still being cupped.
"That's enough!" Marty shoved him away again, this time with more force but still little to TJ.
"Keep going, and you may push me further then my three-year-old cousin." TJ smirked.
The shorter teen growled, getting sick of TJ thinking he was better. "Ok, tough guy. Suck my cock!"
TJ snorted. "And why the heck would I do that?"
"B-because I'm blackmailing you?"
"Blue-balling, more like it," TJ huffed. "I haven't been this blue-balled since I learnt about what my nuts were making."
He found himself enjoying the way Marty groaned, either out of pleasure or just hate.
"Ugh, you know what I meant!" Marty glared, getting frustrated with the other boy's constant one upmanship in their argument.
TJ rolled his eyes, "So what?"
"So suck me! Or B-Buffy and Cyrus find out." Marty pushed.
The runner was beginning to sweat slightly as his panic and nerves grew. His shaking hands fiddled with the button and zip of his jeans, trying to undo them as he was watched by a smirking TJ. Once he had managed to get his jeans undone, the teen allowed them to drop down of the ground before stepping out and standing there in a pair of grey boxer briefs. The short tent poking out was nothing really to be impressed about in comparison to TJ's, but Marty still tried looking proud.
"Holy crap dude, you really are a loser, huh? Seriously? Can you even call that thing a cock?" TJ teased, flicking the fabric-covered head of Marty's dick and just egging on the shorter boy even more with the snide remark.
Marty growled at the other boy's comment and could only reply with: "I fucking hate you. Asshole."
"No, you think I'm hot."
"You can still be a fucking asshole and have a slightly decent body, even if the face isn't any good."
Marty replied, attempting to turn their discussion in his favour.
The arrogant teen raised an eyebrow, knowing how hard the other boy was trying and failing to one-up him. He also knew it wasn't going to happen. "Whatever. Loser. I'm not sucking that puny thing."
"Then I guess you don't want to ever be with Cyrus…" Marty tried, hoping Cyrus would convince the boy.
TJ wordlessly shoved Marty up against the wall, growling and glaring at the brown-haired teen. "You say a word of this to anyone, and I WILL fucking destroy you, fuckhead."
"Suck me and I won't, asshole." Marty growled, trying to ignore the pain of being pushed against the hard wall.
Biting his lip and not meeting Marty's eyes, TJ nodded to himself. If he was going to suck anyone, he wanted it to be his Chocolate Chip Muffin, not some dweeb who couldn't get a ball through a hoop if he tried. However, knowing that this boy would ruin his chances with the Underdog, TJ hissed his response.
"I'll get you back for this… and you will regret making me do this, dweeb."
Glaring at the other boy, TJ started to sink to his knees while still forcing Marty against the wall with one hand. He took pride in knowing that just his lips nearing Marty's cock and his breath against the teen's hairless crotch had Marty shivering with pleasure and excitement.
"W-wait… are you r-really going to do this?" Marty blushed, his mouth threatening to drop from the idea.
"Shut it, or you get nothing, you fucking loser!" TJ snapped, roughly shoving Marty back against the concrete wall.
Marty simply nodded, nervous of what the slightly muscular boy would do to him if he didn't fall quiet. TJ groaned when he got eye level with the other boy's still hidden rod, wishing the smell was worse than it actually was. Not that he would mention that.
"How do you expect to impress Cyrus or whats-her-name with this? You're such a loser." He bit, teasing the waistband but not bothering to take a peek. It wasn't his Muffin's, so he couldn't care less.
"Come on! Do you ever stop being a asshole?" Marty groaned in response.
"Do you ever stop being such a fucking loser?" TJ smirked, stretching Marty's underwear before letting the band snap back painfully and making the shorter teen yelp.
"I hate you." Marty growled, earning himself another bit of torture as TJ once again stretched his underwear before releasing.
"You should hate whoever 'blessed' you with this." TJ smirked as he cupped Marty's smaller cock and gave it a squeeze.
"F-Fuck." Marty grunted, having to bite down on his lower lip to stop himself from moaning fully.
TJ laughed. "Damn, I thought a loser like would be easy to please but seriously?"
"S-Shut up." Marty blushed as TJ gave him another squeeze. Marty found himself biting back a moan as he attempted to imagine that it was actually Buffy or Cyrus who had cupped his fabric-covered cock and given it a squeeze.
"You're to easy." TJ smirked. The boy pulled back and grabbed onto the waistband of Marty's boxer briefs and stretched them out. "Maybe I should release your little pin… nah. Do it yourself."