Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 15:49:16 -0400
From: Lilli Nell <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Yo Puedo Ayudar - Chapter 5

Disclaimer:

Author's Note: Special thanks to Kenny M. for his past help with
translations.  Unfortunately, I lost his email address so I had to rely on
babelfish again.  Please forgive me.


It was amazing how one minute you could be at an all time high and the next
you're at your lowest point.  That's how John felt today.  Just the other
day he was making love to his boyfriend Jace.  He smiled when he thought
about that word "boyfriend."  Now he was alone in the equipment room on a
stationery bike, trying to sweat off six pounds in as little days so he
could compete against T-Rex Turner.  To make it all worst, Jace had finally
got to face off against Luke.  In the process of winning, Jace had
dislocated is shoulder.  He had stayed home today at his mother's
insistence.

Since they'd started dating, neither boy had missed school.  John couldn't
wait to go over to Jace's this evening to study Spanish with him and
unwind.  When he finally hit the showers, the locker room was deserted.  He
stood under the warm mist of the shower and thought about one of his more
interesting lessons with Jace.


It had all began when John discovered he wasn't the only one giving Jace
wrestling lessons.  Apparently Coach Rice's daughter, Mary Beth, had a
little crush on Jace and had also offered to coach him.

"Mary Beth say's wrestling is just like dancing.  You just have to go with
the flow."

"What else did Mary Beth say?" John said a little agitated.

Jace had flashed him one of his patented smirks and John knew he sounded
like a jealous boyfriend.

"usted tiene gusto de bailar?"

"Jace, I'm not in the mood for a Spanish lesson today," John sulked.

"I'm not offering you a Spanish lesson," Jace teased, "I'm offering you a
dance lesson."

Jace held out his arms and like a magnet, John felt himself reluctantly
drawn to his friend's embrace.

"I hate Spanish class," John grumbled, "It's full of useless phrases I'll
never use."

"Dancing is not useless," Jace whispered.  He nuzzled the jock's neck and
pressed his body tight against him.

"We don't have music," John panted.

"Does it matter?"

Apparently John's cock didn't think so.  He ground his hips against the
blind teen's.

"usted tienen gusto de esto?" Jace murmured against his neck.

"Very much," John sighed.

"En espanol, por favor."

"Tengo gusto de el mucho."


John had never experienced anything like it. "Jermaine Stewart was right,"
John thought as the friction of their fully clothed bodies grinding against
each other brought them both to a quick climax.

John felt his hot seed spill over his hand as his climax transported him
back to the present and the shower stall.  He finished rinsing himself off
and wrapped a towel around his waist.  As he stood at his locker trying to
dress as fast as he could, he remembered fondly Jace's solo performance in
the shower and the aftermath that finally brought them together.  The
athlete let out a long moan.  He was already getting hard again.  He
dressed quickly and headed for his truck.  He only hoped Jace's parents
weren't home.

Mrs. Newfield answered the door and John felt the hard on the plagued him
since the locker room dissipate.  After a few pleasantries, John made his
way up to the room that was fast becoming his favorite place to visit.
Jace was sleeping when John entered the room.  It occurred to him that he'd
never seen his lover completely at rest. He stirred when John sat on the
edge of the bed and let out a low moan when he inadvertently turned and put
his weight on his shoulder.  John stroked his hair, wishing he could take
the pain away.  Brown eyes open and look past the sandy haired teen. Jace
smiled instantly recognizing and leaning into the touch.

"I assume we're alone," he spoke softly.

John let his hand cup Jace's face and stroked his soft pink lips with his
thumb.  That pretty much answered his question. Jace pulled his friend down
and kissed him.  John was careful not to rest on his injured shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" John whispered against his mouth.

A mischievous smile plays across his lips.

"I'm talking about your shoulder," John scowled.

"Better," Jace murmured.

"Liar."

The feel of Jace's fingers tracing his face drives John wild.  He let his
eyes close and leaned into the familiar touches again.  If they were alone,
John thought, really alone, He'd let him touch him like this all over.  But
they're not alone, so John settles for kisses and touches.

"You coming to school tomorrow."  John tries to hide the anxiety in his
voice

"You missed me today?" Jace grins.

John takes the boys hand and places it in his lap.  "What do you think?"

"I think if we're quiet, I can help you out with that," he said giving his
crotch a squeeze.

John kicked off his shoes and climbed between the boy's legs and he
suddenly remembered their dancing lesson all over again.