I am not sure how graphic sex scenes will be...probably not very....sorry.
This is a repost after proof-reading it for the first time. I had made changes half way through writing that I had neglected to reflect on what I had already written.
This was a lot harder than i thought. I would much rather edit other stories than write my own. I am only doing this because I have read a bunch of stories on here and while I some a lot and they definitely capture my attention, there are always parts to them that go over the top or are way too corny. So I have tried to do something a little more down to earth, not as corny, but I might not have done so well. Seriously, If you write a story and want an editor - someone who will correct spelling and grammar and cheezy factor, I'd much rather do that...
Not Another Quarterback Story
Another game, another win. Tim would love to tell you that the team won another game due to him being "the best damn quarterback in the nation", but he knew better. If you had seen the team play last year, you'd know better too.
Tim was a decent quarterback, but the team was anything but a cohesive collective. Balls were fumbled left and right. Field goals often sailed wide. Tim knew their teams performance this year was due to the fresh blood from new team members, a new coach and a true collaboration between all involved. Classmate turnout alone were at record highs.
For Tim, life was good. He wasn't the most popular kid at school, but there wasn't really a most popular kid. He was just plain popular. Tim was a junior, 6'2'', 185 lbs. and excellently toned. His eyes graded from dark brown to a slight yellow towards the pupil. His hair was light brown - long enough to run his fingers through, but short enough so that they didn't cover his eyes. He worked hard to be the best quarterback he could be and this year, it showed.
Practice was over. Tim spent double the amount of time in the showers than he usually did. He was sore. He had been working overtime on training and it was starting to take a toll on his body. He figured he should lighten up a bit, take it a little more slowly.
Everyone had gone by the time he had left. He walked to the front of the school and to a pay phone. He placed a couple of coins in the slot and dialed a number.
"Hello, Mom?", he said. "Can you come pick me up? Thanks."
Tim walked over to the parking lot. Another kid sitting there reading a book, probably waiting to get picked up as well. He sat down on the curb and glanced at his watch. After a few minutes he looked up at the boy.
"You waiting to get picked up too?" Tim asked.
The kid read a few more words before he looked up at Tim and replied, "Yeah." He turned back to his book.
Tim recognized him. He had a couple of classes with him, but he couldn't remember his name. He glanced at his watch again. It would be another 15 minutes or so before his mom would get there.
The kid looked back up. "So you guys are having pretty good season."
"Yeah, thanks. It's definitely a lot better than last year." Tim tried to sound humble.
The kid just nodded and made a "you-don't-have-to-tell-me-that" face.
Tim gave a sarcastic, "Thanks."
The kid began to give a shrug when the sound of a car horn took their attention. He grabbed his things and stood up. "See ya later."
"Yeah", said Tim as the kid walked to the car door, opened it and climbed inside.
About ten minutes later, Tim's mom finally showed up. He collected his gear and hopped into the car.
His mom looked at him and smiled. "How was practice?"
"It was good. I'm tired, though."
His mom turned to him and gave a sympathetic smile. "The garage called." She didn't continue.
"What is it?"
"They said it would be about 1500 dollars." Tim's face turned gloomy. He opened his mouth to reply, but then he just sighed.
"I guess I'll be relying on other forms of transportation from now on." Tim sounded as if his dog had just died.
"I'm sorry sweetie."
The next morning Tim caught a ride to school with his friend Rick. They have been friends since pre-school and Rick was more than happy to help him out whenever he needed a ride. Rick was an asshole. He was a really good friend, but an asshole. He'd be there to help you whenever you needed, but damn he was an ass. His jokes were extremely un-PC, he'd say things that would irritate a brick and he would take a bullet for you. They were best friends. They headed to homeroom and sat down towards the back. Tim took out a notebook and started to doodle. He drew little cars and little tombstones with "RIP" written in them. Rick looked over and rolled his eyes. Tim looked up and saw the kid from yesterday walk in. He didn't realize they had homeroom together. He caught his eye, smiled and with a wave said hello.
The kid waved back and said, "Hey." He took a seat in the center of the room.
"Who is your boyfriend?" Rick gave him a pseudo-interested look.
Tim answered, "I don't know his name. i was talkin' to him yesterday when I was waiting to get picked up."
"Shit, Tim, the least you could do is learn your boyfriend's name, heartbreaker."
Tim stuck his tongue between his teeth and curled both sides up his upper look. He made noises that mimicked Rick's last comment, but in a grunting fashion.
Coach pulled Tim aside after practice. He told him he needed to back off a little. The last thing the team needed was to lose their quarterback to an injury from over exertion. Tim agreed. He didn't even know why he was pushing so hard. He made a mental note to make more of an effort to make less of an effort. He also gave a mental chuckle. After another long session in the showers, he made a beeline to the pay phone and called his mom. He walked over the the curb and saw the kid again sitting there. This time he wasn't reading a book.
Tim walked over to him. "Hi."
The kid looked up. "Hey. Waiting to get picked up...right?"
Tim gave a breathy laugh and said, "You got it. I'm Tim."
Tim raised his eyebrows. "Seriously?" Bartholomew just nodded. "So...why are your parents such assholes?"
Bartholomew look at Tim and gave him a genuine smile. It struck a chord with Tim. He felt strange feeling, like the kind you get when you are young, stupid and stick your finger in a light socket for the first time. The sound of a horn brought him back.
The kid had a puzzled look on his face and said, "No I'm not serious. See ya later." He gave a little laugh, got into the car and left.
Tim didn't understand. Well, he did understand. He knew exactly what he was feeling. He had just never felt it for a guy before. This is what he didn't understand. He was confused. He thought about the kid's smile again. That "hyper-energetic" feeling went through him again. Tim had never thought of guys like that before. He only ever felt sexual attraction to girls, but when that kid smiled at him...
Comments? If it's crap let me know, I'll find a way to kill time doing something else.