Warning...Slash
Jason Teague, Clark Kent
Set season 4
Why did she have to be here? Wasn't it bad enough that she had broken his heart in so many places, so many times? And now? Now that he had set eyes on someone else that he could be, that he was, attracted to and having plucked up the courage to do something about it pushing into the office, she was here.
He knew that he would never be able to hate her, would in fact always love her, but right at this moment he was the closest he had ever known to it. The heart and hormones of a teenage male seldom had much communication with their brain and right now all of his half formed plans of how to 'seduce' persuade or just attract were all foiled by her presence. She had ruined it.
"Coach T?" as he had entered the room. He was surprised to see her there, and somehow he sensed he had stepped into the middle of something, "I'm…I'm Clark Kent," as he extended his hand.
"Hi," answered the new Coach looking from one to the other and shaking Clark's hand.
"Lana?" Clark asked, sounding as surprised as he was, "What are you doing here?"
"Erm… I.. a…." she spluttered confirming his suspicion that he was interrupting.
"The principle asked this… young lady here to give me the grand tour." Jason cut in, "Its good to meet you, Clark."
"You know, they didn't tell me you were Jason Teague." Turning to Lana he explained, "This guy threw a passing record his freshman year at Metropolis University. He Could have gone pro," turning back to look at the man regretting instantly that he had started to gush over him but he couldn't help it. He was so damn beautiful.
"Yeah, well. Now I'm just a transfer to Central Kansas A N M. Its amazing how quickly you fall off a recruiters list when you tear a rotator cuff," and he shrugged at Lana.
"Well.. then I guess we're lucky to have you here.. Coach." If he did not know better, Clark would have thought she was laughing at him.
"Assistant Coach… Miss Lang. Quigley's still gonna be calling the plays for you guys."
"Actually I'm not on the team…." He paused looking sad but then he could imagine what his father was going to say. "I was hoping I could try out."
Jason was surprised the kid was not already on the team. "You look big enough, sure," almost dismissively and stood looking from one to the other of the High School students.
Clark just stared wishing Lana would leave, all he wanted was for her to leave. The whole exchange had been stilted and awkward and all he had wanted to say had fled and now, as the new assistant Coach gave him his full attention, he was lost under the clear green laughing eyes.
He wasn't laughing at him surely? No, he had noticed that before, his eyes, they shone. As did his skin as Clark's eyes travelled his face, pleasantly surprised at the perfusion of freckles he had not noticed before from a distance. And his smile, oh yes, that smile lit up the whole world.
Clark had planed to be mature, to be worldly wise and speak to, with him as an equal, to be, 'man to man', just lay it all out and to be taken seriously and then he had became a High School Senior and a gauche farm boy and felt himself deflate inside as they spoke no more.
The door handle was lucky to survive his departure as were all in his path as he fled, feeling acutely embarrassed.
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'Concentrate' Clark admonished himself because that had been close. He had almost forgotten to fall to the ground as he was tackled from the side. So entranced had he been just by the stretch of red cotton across shoulders whilst wishing the t-shirt was that little bit smaller so it would be tight across the chest too outlining the muscled torso he was convinced was hidden beneath the cloth. No. He would not reset his vision. When he got to see what was concealed, he wanted to do it without resorting to his powers. He would wait until…
"Clark? You okay?" asked his team mate, offering him a hand to pull him up.
"Zoned out there for a minute," he replied sheepishly, accepting the hand and getting his legs under him, thanking the protective cup of the uniform as it could hide a multitude of sins. Or rather just one fairly large one. The other youth didn't notice his blush under the helmet either, slapping him on the shoulder and moving off at the sound of a whistle. End of practice.
"Great workout, guys. Same time tomorrow." Then the Assistant turned to confer with the Head Coach.
Clark held back, walking with an appearance of tiredness. He could not head to the showers like this. He stared at the ground trying desperately to empty his mind and will himself down.
A hand on his shoulder, "You okay, Clark? You took a nasty fall there. You're walking a little stiff."
"Fine, Coach," cursing the hard plastic 'armour' shielding the feel of that hand simultaneously thinking, 'if only you knew why.' And that was the problem. Jason Teague had been the assistant coach at Smallville High now for just over a month and it had been almost that long since his aborted attempt to make his intentions known. And he had not managed to come close to plucking up the will, never mind courage, to try again.
Oh, lying on his back in the barn, the conversations they had in his head always ended with his lips on the older man's not to mention other places but in reality he had gotten no where. And it did not help that he had found out about Lana. That had really stuck in his craw. He had not even known he had one. And it had been assumed that he was 'upset' because of his feelings for the girl. He had had some dark fantasises that night.
Getting no further response, Jason slapped him on the shoulder again and then set off to jogging away to do a couple of laps around the field. Clark watched as he receded from him then turned to drag himself to the showers hoping they would have emptied somewhat by now and if so he could be quick enough to get back and watch the 'star' of his increasingly lurid dreams finish his laps.
He had done it many times before, enjoying the sight of the trim figure moving around the field then enjoying the spectacle of the cool down routine. Legs being stretched out on the grass, body bending as hands reached down to ankles spread wide.
Damn it! If the showers were not deserted there was no way he could have one now. Sighing, he slumped his way inside, a figure of total dejection.
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He had only had to wait a few minutes until the boisterousness of his team mates moved from the showers to the rest of the locker room and thankfully he could clean up in peace. But the delay had cost him and, as Clark sat fastening his shoes, he knew he would be too late to watch the graceful rhythm of Jason Teague running.
Picking up his rucksack, he determined to leave, get his chores done in super record time then disappear up into the barn loft and give himself over to the pictures in his head.
"Anyone left in here?" shouted out in inquiry.
He did not bother to answer as he was on his way out then stopped, holding his breath. Dare he? as he heard the sound of a locker opening. Carefully, he put the bag down and moved as silently as he could to glance around the corner on the row of lockers nearest the office he knew contained Jason's. He also knew he should not but he was lost as soon as the man stood from removing his shoes to cross his arms, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt and pull it over his head.
Quicker than Clark would have liked, he would have revealed that skin slowly, Jason Teague stood naked, his back to the watching teenager and, carrying a towel, moved to the showers. There was no debate this time. Clark followed and positioned himself out of sight but with a clear view of the Assistant Coach.
He could hardly breathe. The sight before him far outstripped any of his daydreams and fantasies. Jason just stood under the jet of water, facing the wall, head down with the spray hitting the back of his neck. Clark followed the course of the water splashing onto the relaxed shoulders then spilling over shoulder blades defined as he stood, hands against the wall, weight on one hip. There was a groan as he moved his head from side to side rolling on his neck.
Clark repressed a moan of his own at what the sight was doing to him. He guiltily pressed a hand onto the bulge in his jeans only succeeding in making it bigger. He leant more into the wall he was hiding behind, hand pressing the cold plaster close to his face and continued to watch as Jason pushed himself from the wall and bent to pick up his shower gel.
Clark stood mesmerised, not realising that he was slowly pushing his groin against the wall as the lather from Jason's hair slid down his body as he reached up to rinse it away. Time seemed to be in slow motion as Clark was treated to an all out spectacle of hands caressing gel to a foam on the tight toned body, across shoulders back and sides as the waist was twisted.
He wished he had psychic powers of mind control, willing with everything he was for the man to turn around so he could see clearly that hand rubbing on the, he was certain, taut belly and as the hand descended further, curling, cleaning, stroking, he had to bite into the hand next to his face to stop himself from groaning out loud and giving his presence away.
The legs, long and lean, were treated to the cleansing next then Jason, clean and fresh, a little pink from the heated water stretched up once more and turned around, head held back as his hands repeatedly smoothed back over his hair and Clark could not stop himself, not knowing when his other hand had travelled into his pants to pass over, push and pull at his erection, came in his underwear. He sagged, his head hitting the wall with a thud as he failed to hold in the almost sob.
"Hello? Is someone there?" Jason stilled then turned off the water to stand listening as Clark fled. Then squeezing water from his hair he looked at his hands and grimaced. His skin had pruned, not surprising as he had taken so long under the spray of water. But the heat and powerful spray had just felt so good after a day spent out in the Kansas sun.
He had made certain he was alone but just for a moment he had wondered. It had felt like someone was watching him. Not an unusual feeling since moving to Smallville. The place was decidedly weird.
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TBC...