Hoops & Hurdles
Heyo welcome to this new story it is different from my usual Jyrus story this one will be whatever you call Marty and TJ, perhaps Tarty as RosalinaBeck3150 (Active reader on the Andi Mack fandom) calls it. I know how I want the relationship to go, but how they get together I am iffy on.
Chapter 1 - Start Of Something Beautiful
General P.O.V.
TJ Kippen, the basketball star, he is popular with lots of friends and a loving family what more could he need?
He needs what most boys don't a boyfriend, his teammates wouldn't expect their team captain to be some fairy.
Little do they know TJ has had his eye one a certain someone who just might be a boy who failed the basketball team and landed on the track team.
Marty, the track star, he failed making the basketball team and he is a funny and nice guy and his family doesn't seem to care about any of that, they want him to get serious and find himself a lady to call his own.
Problem is that he is fairly confident that a women is not what he wants nor needs to be happy, there is however a basketball player that never seemed to notice him.
They had shared so many classes together and Marty was furious that TJ could not manage to remember his name.
Or at least that is just what Marty thought.
The truth of the matter is that TJ knew his name very well, just when Marty showed up to basketball tryouts he didn't want to just show off how well he knows his name.
TJ played it off cool and pretend like he didn't recall who Marty was, if he were to remember his name and all this stuff about him, it could come off as suspicious.
Back in Science class Marty was trying to do anything he could to make TJ notice him who sits diagonally in front of him.
Marty ruffled through his backpack unzipping one of the smallest pockets to pull out a pad of sticky notes.
He ripped off the top one sat it on his desk and slipped the pad back into his backpack.
Taking the singular note he folded it up into a small chinese flick football.
Awe he thought, nice and simple.
TJ was sitting, with his attention upfront like Marty's should be, and he was not expecting the paper made contraption to land right onto his back.
It was delayed, but it still happened, TJ swatted his back right where the football hit and grabbed it with his hand pulling it around front to open his hand to see what it was.
Meanwhile Marty was getting a kick out of it, he just thought it was so funny to see TJ smash it into his back like it was a bug.
"Phftah ahah" Marty let out a air filled laugh as he thought what it would have been like if he had launched a ketchup packet at him.
He couldn't stop laughing at how funny it would be for the ketchup packet to hit his back, followed up by TJ smashing it onto himself, freeing the ketchup that is trapped on the inside.
Marty didn't even notice when TJ was turned around aiming the football at him between his fingers, then he flicked it with his other hand.
The little paper triangle soared through the air… in the wrong direction, his trajectory was all wrong, he saw that, subsequently he whipped back around so whoever it might hit will not suspect him as the attacker.
That was how class went, Marty once again tried to get his crushes attention and to his knowledge he didn't even look back at him once.
TJ knew all too well that his attacker today was Marty, what can he say it wasn't the first strike that he had fallen victim to.
Thinking back on it, Marty thought of it as a miracle that Mr. Stroni did not get onto him for making a noise and disrupting class.
All of this basketball nonsense was going to change this year, Marty was sure he was going to make the team this time around.
There was no fear of Buffy taking his spot, she had her own team, the first girls basketball team for our school district.
Marty loved how Buffy wanted a girls team and she made it happen, but now it was his turn to do the same, he wants to be on TJ's basketball team, now he only has to make it happen.
In some not so private occasions Marty had played against Buffy, she won every time, however this was okay to the boy, he felt like he was at least learning something getting better at the least.
Without even beginning tryouts Marty's heart was doing its natural thing, it was racing.
Not from the fear of failing to make the basketball team again, but the fear failing his chance to get more time with TJ.
Even if TJ didn't like him that way, Marty still wanted to be around him.
Sure some might say that TJ is a douche or a jerk, but Marty didn't care, not one bit, in fact he seemed to find it attractive.
TJ was not too shocked when Marty showed up to tryouts, he did tryout last year, so it was not like he was randomly out of nowhere trying to play the game.
Basketball is great and a lot more exciting than track, another plus is that one of them has TJ whereas the other one does not.
It wasn't like Marty would quit track if he made the basketball team he still liked both of them, and besides he still has to best Buffy at all the events, but one.
That one event he likes to say something like, "Oh no, we don't need to bring that one up" it was embarrassing to him how he can be so good at all of the events, except for one.
It was the one hurdle in track career, and not just metaphorically it was literal.
Hurdles.
That was the one event he failed to do, whether it be from jumping too early and landing right in front of the hurdle or god forbid right onto with only one leg over it, not only was it painful for him it was painful for everyone else to watch him ball up on the ground and groan like a sissy.
Other times it was jumping too late and knocking over the hurdle or getting his second foot caught in the hurdle not only knocking it over, but making him fall to the ground.
Both ways it was painful, hurdles were a big problem, also a dangerous one.
How could he overcome these hurdles in his life?
There was no time for a answer to that, it was time for him to make some hoops.
Instead of paying attention to who is doing good and whatnot, TJ was distracting himself on the sideline effortlessly dribbling the ball all around, behind his back, through his legs, alternating.
This he had done casually, maybe if Marty makes the team TJ could teach him how to do it.
Marty would love it!
Perfect, is what all of Marty's passes and shots had to be, if they weren't there was a chance of not making the team that he so desperately needed on.
A gateway, basketball practice could be his gateway to getting to know TJ and potentially be with him.
TJ must not like females too much, right? Marty thought, yeah it does make sense.
After all the tales that Buffy had told him about how rude TJ was to her, it made Marty feel as if it is a gender thing.
TJ doesn't treat Marty like that, maybe he does like guys and not chicks.
Or it could just be that is how TJ flirts, by doing the childish thing of being mean or rude to them.
He sure hoped it was not like this, he did not like this one bit.
Whatever his chances were with TJ he had to take his shot at it, he never knew he just might make a hoop.
That is what this game is all about, making baskets or what TJ calls them, hoops.
Unfortunately this was harder said than done, perhaps it was the most challenging aspect of this sport.
From what Marty has saw, TJ seemed to be the one consistently making all of his teams shots; that was it, that could be their thing.
The perfect duo, Marty could pass the ball to TJ to shoot and make the shot.
"Shoot it!" called out to Marty, which snapped him out of his trance like state.
Marty was not even aware of the ball in his hands nor the backboard that lay in front of his line of sight with his fellow competitors all lined up at the sides waiting on him.
"Oh, shoot" he said getting ready to shoot the ball until TJ said, "Yes that's what I'm trying to get you to do".
This made Marty laugh, the sad part was no one else was it was just him, did he really only find that funny because he loves TJ so, or maybe all the other people had no sense of humor.
Either way the silence crept back into the room invading his ears, blocking out the faded sound of a basketball bouncing off the floor in the distance.
Marty hopped when he threw the ball and when he landed he kept his attention locked onto the ball as it made its way right on through the hoop making a solid swish noise.
Yay, I did it Marty thought.
The excited look on Marty's face made TJ not want to say something, but he had to, "That doesn't count-"
I just thought right away that TJ was doing his notorious confident teasing, sadly that was not the situation on hand.
I cut in, "But I made it", and TJ had explained, "I know that, but look down and tell me where your feet are at".
When Marty glanced downwards he noticed that the three point line was laying just a lil ways beyond the heel of his feet.
How could he have leapt this far ahead when he was shooting?
He probably couldn't have jumped this far doing hurdles, the long jump, however he could easily top with a running start.
"My feet, uhm they are in front of the three point line?" oh god please say that is correct, Marty internally said.
"Mhm and that means you didn't make the three pointer, that does still qualify for two points" he said with encouragement.
Well two points didn't sound good enough to make the team, three points is what he should have got, is what he wanted to get, is what he needed to get.
Surely shooting wasn't the only big part of tryouts, and Marty could prove his worth to his potential teammates with the other aspects of basketball.
The bad part of all this besides failing to get the three points is that when a person thinks of basketball, they see a basketball going through the hoop.
Same thing goes for Marty's trouble area in track, when a person thinks of track, what will be the first thing that pops into their head?
A person jumping over some hurdles.
Somehow just somehow Marty had managed to screw up both of them.
He tried his best for all of tryouts, he thought he did fairly decent, but the wirey smile that TJ gave him said that he was not making the cut.
Tomorrow will be the day when Marty gets to find out if he made the team or not, he was unsure of himself after missing the three pointer and the other kids that had successfully done it.
That night when Marty went to his bed, he laid along atop his pillows.
Thoughts came into his head of the locker room… maybe a blow job would change TJ's mind and let him on the team.
What kind of jock says no to a blow job anyways.
Marty started falling asleep, dreaming, TJ's dick before his mouth, his hands pulling at his hair, his sweet nectar flowing down his throat.
Earlier when the boys had left the gym after tryouts, coach had let TJ and his brutes stay after for a while to play around.
They took over the whole gym shooting half court shots and showing off when they could successfully lob a ball into the net.
This lasted for a while more than a little bit, and they had worked up quite a sweat.
TJ snatched up his crew and they went to their gym lockers in the locker room to get their bags and change into some non smelly clothes.
While they were doing this they talked of the new kids that might be joining their team, somewhere along the line TJ brought up Marty's name.
"Come on guys he didn't make the team last year, don't you feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him?"
"No, he was bad it was a blessing we didn't have him drag our team down" one of his teammates said.
"With me as his teammate, that's impossible I would have taught him, he can learn" I argue with him.
"And you are one to talk about learning, but don't worry I am sure you can learn too".
TJ got violent he was not comfortable with anyone mentioning his bad grades or trouble with learning, "And I'm sure you can learn what my foot feels like up your ass!"
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Wow he's such a little bitch! TJ angrily thought, because his stupid teammate had told the coach what he called him.
Tina looked up from the note that the coach wrote explaining what her son did to another boy in the locker room.
She was not very pleased, "Oh dear god, you just couldn't help yourself could you?"
TJ felt super ashamed for what he had done out of pure anger, not at the boy, but at himself for being such a retard.
Tears stung and tugged at the corners of his eyes, "I'm sorry" he weakly let out.
Tina got all sentimental and said, "Come here"; she cradled her son like he was child, TJ didn't mind being a mama's boy, not one bit.
Learning it was hurdle in his life, a real big one in math, and he was going to do what he does best.
Take a shot at it and hope to make a hoop.
End Of Chapter One
Shush up, soon enough my little minions reading this, only a few more days until, The Boys Are Back, literally (Cuz it's the shows return and the title of the first episode). Anyways, please take a quick minute or so to lemme know what you thought.
~ Banana