Chapter 3

Sam parked his car out the front of the school grounds and adjusted his tie, before getting out and closing the door behind him. He felt arms wrap around his waist and a pair of breasts press against his back.

'Hey you,' a familiar voice greeted.

'Hey,' Sam turned around and kissed Jessica soundly on the mouth before pulling back and smiling at her. 'How was the yacht trip with the folks?'

'Wet.'

'Ahh,'

'How was your new training regime?' she asked.

'Bloody brilliant!' Andy came out of nowhere and slung his arm around Sam's shoulder.

'The guy's a fucking genius,' Anson appeared on the other side of Jess with Ava on his arm 'I swear to god my game's already improved,'

'After only a few training sessions?' Jess asked doubtfully.

'Yeah well there was much room for improvement,' Andy laughed and Anson flipped him the bird.

'Jess! Ava!' they looked up to see Sarah running up to them, eyes alight with excitement 'You guys have to come see this,'

They entered the hall and pushed their way to the front of the very large crowd gathered around the very loud, very public and very violent scene.

'Dude! What the fuck?!' Anson asked.

Jo, yet another cheerleader hurried over beside them.

'Check it, the IT teacher, that's the guy getting beaten with the whole puncher, cheated on his wife the chemistry teacher, that's her with the whole puncher, with the new music teacher. They had to drag her away ten minutes ago when she had Mrs Chemistry Teacher in a headlock,' Jo explained.

'Oh dear,' Jess laughed.

'Who said geeks don't score chicks,' Andy chuckled.

'She's got a set of lungs on her,' Ava admired.

'Yeah and one hell of a vocabulary,' Sarah agreed.

'Dude fight back, your lame!' Andy yelled.

'Wow, I've never seen Principal Murphy so flustered,' Sarah shared.

'He's not that very good of a peace maker,' Jo frowned and the guys made grunts in agreement.

'I think we need a new mediator,' Sam spoke.

'Oh! Death by whole puncher toss, a fine end to a fine principal,' Andy commentated and placed his hand over his heart.

'This is so humiliating,' Sarah spoke up 'I can't imagine anything worse than having something so painful become a side show or popular event for gossip,'

'Honey that's what marriage is,' Anson sighed.

'That's not marriage that's adultery,' Ava argued.

'As Oscar Wilde once said, "The Chains of marriage are so heavy that it takes 3 to carry them",' Sam quoted and the guys laughed while Jess hit him rather hard in the stomach.

Sam felt someone brush past him, the guy turned around and Sam's heart jumped when he realized it was coach Dean. He bravely stood between the quarrelling couple as the other teachers emerged to help break things up.

'Okay, that's enough kids,' Vice Principal Gordon Walker stepped forward.

'Oh crap it's the totalitarian.' Sam cursed.

'The what?' Ava asked.

'The Nazi.' Anson shrieked.

'The Tyrant.' Andy cried.

'Lucifer himself.' Anson shivered.

The crowd was already breaking up.

'Oi! I'm talking to you drones as well, move your asses,' Walker ordered.

'Scramble!' Andy cried and ran off screaming and prancing.

'We are so not related,' Anson scoffed and then he skipped off after his brother. Sam looked back over at Dean, who seemed to already be watching him. Sam frowned and wrapped his arm around Jess, pulling her possessively to him, keeping eye contact with Dean until he turned into the corridor.

Sam did have to admit that Dean was a really good assistant coach. He worked them harder, but was training right there beside them so nobody held grudges. They were training harder, and longer sessions, not only that but on the first practise Dean announced that there would be half an hour one on one sessions in Dean's office to discuss performance for each player. The bastard had looked right at Sam when he announced it, with a damn smirk in his eyes too. Sam just faked boredom, inside though his blood was boiling. He felt like a god damn fourteen year old sprouting wood at the most inopportune times…sly bastard.

'Dude!' Tommy ran up to were Sam and the guys stood in the hall once more 'First gym class with Dean man, should be interesting,'

'Yeah, if we can get past the constant fawning and drooling of the Dean fan club over there,' Scott grumbled as he indicated the most of the female population a buzz waiting for the new teacher to show up. 'Like it wasn't hard enough to get a date before, now all the damn girls in the school are in love with the coach man, it ain't right,'

'Poor little rabbit,' Anson teased and ruffled up Scott's hair. The door opened and Dean walked over to them, naturally the girls all gathered around with their tits hanging out and their gym shorts snugly fitting their ass.

'Alright guys listen up, I know today is our first lesson together and by doing this I just know you're all going to hate me forever, but today we will be doing the beep test,' Dean spoke. It was very amusing how fast the girl's faces fell whilst the guys whooped. The beep test was always a macho test between the guys, to see who could outlast the others. Either way Sam didn't really care.

'But hey, to show I'm not just making you do this because I'm a heartless sadistic bastard, I'll be running right along beside you and I won't stop until the very last one of you of does,' Dean clapped his hands and rubbed them together. 'I take it you all know the rules so let's get this bitch started.'

Sam and the guys took their places eagerly while the girls took their sweet time getting there. Dean took his place at the end of the line. The female voice on the audio speaker gave out the instructions and they set off. Most of the girls had quit by level 3. The more athletic girls ran along beside them until the last one at level 11. It had become a spectator sport; the girls were really getting into it, cheering for their favourite basketball player. Sam was captain so he was obligated to tough it out with the guys. Scott was the first of the six to give out, then went Andy and then Tommy, Anson was next and Jake stopped at level 17. Sam had intended to stop there but Dean had looked at him with that damn smirk and a challenge in his eyes with them being the final two. With the words "There can only be one" echoing through his head, just like that it became war, he was gonna beat this asshole. They pushed through on and on and it didn't seem like Dean was going to stop. It was hot, Sam was panting, his legs and chest were killing him but he refused to lose. That's what it came to, instead of beating Dean now Sam just had to not lose. He had to finish the test. It killed! Sam's thoughts were constantly focused on quitting, but all he had to do was look at Dean and his resolve kept him going. Finally they reached level 23 and Sam fell to his knees gasping in well needed air. The guy's came running over in excitement and awe with a water bottle and a towel. Sam guzzled down the water, before looking back at Dean, who was equally out of breath yet still standing upright.

'Well done Sam,' Dean said before he turned and walked away. Sam hated himself for the warm glow he had felt at those words.

'So dude,' Andy asked 'Why do you hate Coach Dean?'

Sam coughed on the water.

'What? I don't hate the coach,' Sam lied.

'Dude, those looks you were shooting at him during the suicide test were practically psycho killer man. If looks could kill and all that.' Jake pointed out.

'Guys I don't hate him. I just got a little over competitive I swear,' which was somewhat true.

'Well dude you need to bring that competitiveness out in the game man cause holy shit!' Anson laughed and slapped him on the back.

Sam was driving home from school trying desperately to steady his thoughts when he spotted a hot young thing on the side of the road, skirt hitched high and thumb held out. Sam pulled over and the bubbly blonde jumped in.

'You know, only bad girls hitch hike,' Sam pointed out.

'You know only perverts pick them up,' Jess smiled broadly.

'I thought Sarah was dropping you home?' Sam asked.

'She was, but I knew you would be coming this way and I wanted to talk to you,' Jess shrugged.

'Alright, get out,' Sam ordered.

'What?' Jess asked.

'My father warned me this day would come and to avoid it by all mean necessary,' Sam explained.

'What on earth are you talking about?'

'He sat me down and said, son, the most important piece of advice I can give to you is that when a woman tells you she wants to talk, be sure to run for those bloody hills,' Sam spoke in his mock father voice.

'Oh I see,' Jess rolled her eyes.

'Join the army, or the clergy, push her out of a moving vehicle, they're all very good options next to that talk, is what he told me.' Sam grinned and Jess hit him in the stomach again.

'Just drive asshole,'

Sam laughed and drove back onto the road.

'Madison told me what happened in gym today,' Jess spoke as she admired Sam from the passenger's seat.

'Oh okay…,' Sam became a little rigid.

'She said you were the hottest thing she'd ever seen. Makes me really sad I missed it,' Jess pouted.

'What was there to miss, it was just the beep test?' Sam lied.

'She kept going on and on about how lucky I was, when you were all sweaty and muscles flexing and smouldering dark looks as you ran beside the coach,' Jess grinned 'Just hearing about it got me a little excited.'

'I think your friend Madison needs a boyfriend of her own,' Sam laughed awkwardly.

'Sam,' Jess spoke, reached over and touched his thigh 'Pull over,'

Hours later Sam collapsed in his bed, head spinning with everything that had happened over the past few weeks. He was terrified about what had happened in his car that afternoon. There he was parked on the side of the road with an incredibly hot chick on her knees, mouth wrapped around his cock and all he could think about were Dean's pouty lips and god damn green eyes. He had come with Dean's name screaming in his head. Sam had been telling himself all night it was just a onetime thing, that he was just all worked up from gym and his mind slipped. Sam rubbed his palm over his crotch and thought of Jess, breasts, long blonde hair, blue eyes and small waist.

Sam was relieved when he felt himself harden. He kicked off his pants and his boxers and began to stroke his cock. Slowly at first and then he increased the pressure and sped things up, still thinking of Jess. The way he wrapped his arms around her possessively that morning…and then he remembered why, he thought of how Dean had brushed past him. That small fleeting touch and Sam began to shake with arousal. He ran his thumb over the tip and his legs buckled. He imagined Dean on his knees, warm, wet mouth wrapped around Sam's cock. Honey coated voice groaning and begging as he sucked and licked and Sam came hard. Come splattered on his chest. Sam tried to steady his breathing so he could think, because he had a lot of thinking to do.