Apologies.
I honestly did not realise that it has been so long since I updated this story. I am truly sorry for those of you that have been waiting and also truly gratful. I hope this is worth the wait and if not, I'm really sorry. :)
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It was almost another week before Clark managed to get Jason remotely alone. There had been glances and smiles out on the sports field but all it did was get Clark burning. He was convinced that everything Jason did in his presence was designed to drive him to distraction if not insane. The way he would stand, the way he would walk, take them through warm up and always seem to be right in Clark's eye line.
Or it could be of course, that Clark could just not take his eyes of him and he always found everything the man did appealing.
And outside of school, when he saw him hanging around town or in the Talon, Lana never seemed to be far away. It had given him plenty of room for thought. Last night he had remembered something Jason had once said, had in fact beaten him to near unconsciousness due to that green cooler drink courtesy of the cheerleaders. But that was before Jason had come to him in the barn.
He had to find out for sure. The very idea that he had been talking about Lana was driving him insane but when he thought about it, it was so obvious. He had to know. He pulled off his helmet and smiled as the Assistant Coach jogged over to him.
"Hey, Clark," Jason greeted, slapping the plastic armour of the football kit. "How you doing?" He looked at him from the corner of his eye then turned to see Clark's face redden as he grinned at him.
Clark's thoughts fled as he took in that blazing full electric smile. He tripped slightly feeling so damn embarrassed at the effect this man always had on him. Jason's hand grabbed at his arm steadying him. "Whoa there. Can't have a promising athlete like you tripping over his own feet."
They both came to a halt and Clark noticed through his sheer want to fall though the earth embarrassment, that Jason was still holding his arm, squeezing slightly. He looked the man straight in the face, everything he was thinking at that moment written plainly on his own.
Jason dropped the youth's arm as if it burnt him and stood back but not before his eyes had narrowed and he had licked his lips. Damn. Clark was all flushed, from the practise or the proximity he did not know but he liked it. He got a flash of the boy as he had cum, all panting red and breathless. Jason swallowed and knew he had to get away from him before he did something that might not only lose him his job as a High School football Coach but could possibly get him driven from town at the end of a shotgun. Gay teachers had a rough ride even in this day and age. He had to be careful.
"Clark. Can I come to the barn tonite?" He could not believe the words as they left his mouth. It was Clark that was supposed to be the one begging, not him.
"Yur…...Yes," but it came out as a croak. And Jason was running towards the locker room leaving him standing there dazed and excited in more ways than one. Once more he blessed the uniform's cup.
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T.B.C...