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Getting a sense of Scott's pace, he placed his left hand on the inside of Scott's arm, grabbing his bicep. He wanted to get an inside hold on Scott's arm to see how Scott reacted.
Scott did nothing to shake his arm off. Bingo! In a flash, Derek bent his knees, shot his right hand down to grab and lift Scott's left foot while pushing back on Scott's bicep. The combination of losing balance from the push and the lack of stability from having only one foot on the ground gave Derek the momentum he needed for the takedown. Stepping between Scott's legs and hooking a leg behind the foot Scott still had on the ground, Derek used leverage to drop Scott to the mat and spin behind him to the referee's position. "Two points for the takedown." Derek pushed off Scott's back and stood back up.
"Damn, you are faster than lightening. Are you always that fast with your takedowns?"
"Always. And that is lesson number one. Sean is as fast as I am on the takedown. Don't ever watch his face and never, ever allow him an inside grip on you like I got. You need to watch his legs. If you focus on them, you'll know precisely when he's going to make his move, then you can sprawl, he'll 133
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end up beneath you, and you can spin on his back for the takedown."
Scott raised an eyebrow. "Ok, good note. Care to try again?" As they returned to neutral position in the center of the mat, Derek could see a fixed determination settle over Scott. It was visible in his stance and in his foot movement.
Derek saw that Scott was focused completely on his legs.
Derek moved in and tried to place his hand on Scott's bicep again, but Scott wound his hand around attempting to secure the inside hold rather than let Derek take it again. Ok. Good.
Sean will find this difficult.
While continuing to vie for inner arm position, Derek prepared for his next move. He started turning in a circle, forcing Scott to go with him. Careful not to make any big moves, Derek continued to circle with Scott while keeping Scott's focus on the battle for the inside grip of his arm.
Finally, he allowed Scott to get the inside grip of his left arm.
Using his handle on Scott's tricep, he pulled while simultaneously taking a large step backward, forcing Scott to step forward. Shooting down to the mat, he scooped up Scott's exposed foot, stepped behind the foot Scott still had on the ground, and used his body weight to push Scott over backwards. Scott landed on his back and Derek quickly swiveled over his chest, slid his arm around Scott's head, and tightened his half-nelson hold.
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Derek to land on his back. He then dropped his full weight on Derek's chest, trapping him to the mat.
With the full weight of Scott's body pinning him down, Derek was unable to move at all. "Another nice move, Derek.
You were distracting me with the battle for arm position and I forgot to protect myself from exposing my legs. You're damn good."
Derek was pleased that Scott had become so focused, but with Scott lying on top of him, his own focus was rapidly evaporating. "Uh, you want to let me get up now?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." When Scott stood up, there was no hint of flirtation or pleasure from the position they had just been in. Instead, he was assessing Derek as if for the first time, seeing a worthy and skilled opponent.
Shaking the gratification of Scott's admiration from his mind, Derek got back to teaching. "Sean's best at takedowns.
Once you have control of him, he's not much of a defensive wrestler. Let's keep at it." As they continued practicing, Derek used his speed and the various tricks he knew Sean or Phil would use against Scott. Scott was a quick study and Derek found that it became extremely difficult to maneuver into a position that would allow him to make an offensive move.
After about an hour and a half, Derek was ready to call it quits. He still had homework to do and knew that his body would be sore from wrestling. Even though he was in good shape, he hadn't been using his muscles the way he used them during the season and they were going to protest until he had spent a few weeks reminding his body who was boss.
"Let's hit the showers and then head home."
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Scott grabbed his sweatshirt and mopped sweat from his forehead and neck. Strands of his blonde hair were matted to his forehead. Derek wanted to brush them aside and kiss the salty slickness of his smooth skin. Knowing that anyone could walk in at any time, he restrained himself.
The two went to the locker room. They stripped out of their workout clothes, grabbed their towels, and headed into the open shower room. Each shower head contained four nozzles.
As the hot water soothed Derek's muscles, he allowed himself to glance at Scott. There were other guys showering as well, so he had to soap himself much more than necessary for the excuse of shifting his body position to shoot spying glances in Scott's direction. Derek realized that this was the first time he had seen Scott completely naked. His body was long and slender, the muscles strong and well toned. His butt wasn't as round and tight as Derek's, but it was still pleasant and full. The muscles of his legs bulged and flexed under the skin with each movement, creating a contoured line towards his narrow waist. His back, lateral, and abdominal muscles formed a graceful v-shape, canting up and out from his hips until they merged into his broad, rounded shoulders. It was impossible not to notice and appreciate the masculine angles and perfect line of Scott's body.
When Derek caught sight of Scott's cock, wet and dripping with foam from soap and shampoo, his breath caught in his chest and he felt an electrical surge of charged sensation shoot straight to his groin. Scott's cock hung about a third of the way down his thigh and appeared to be thick, definitely 136
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thicker than his own penis. His balls hung loosely in a smooth sack, and swayed back and forth as he moved. His whole crotch was framed by a wisp of hair which crowned the base of his cock and aside from the thin line of hair that ran up to his belly button, his chest and abdomen were otherwise hairless and iridescent as the lights reflected off of his wet skin.
Although Derek had seen each part of Scott's body before, seeing it all at once, exposed and vulnerable, was better than he had imagined, even in his fantasies. He quickly turned off the hot water and faced the wall. The cold water hit him with a shock and he fought to contain the hiss threatening to escape his throat. Feeling the tension and arousal easing from his groin, Derek turned off the water and quickly placed the towel around his waist. Once dressed, he decided to wait for Scott in the lobby. Fifteen minutes later, they were headed to his house.
In the car, Scott was silent. Derek chanced a look in his direction and was surprised to see that Scott was staring at him. "What?"
"I saw you staring at me in the showers." Scott ran his tongue over his upper lip and then caught his plump lower lip between his teeth. Derek wanted to pull over to the side of the road and nibble on that lip for him.
"You caught that, huh?" Derek was sure his cheeks were crimson. Although he knew that Scott wouldn't be upset that Derek had been staring, it was still unbelievably embarrassing to be caught in the act.
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"You shouldn't be embarrassed, Derek. It made me feel incredibly sexy." Although Derek kept his eyes facing forward, he Derek could feel Scott watching him. "I was posing for you. Did you like what you saw?"
His cock began to thicken in his pants and he knew that he would have a serious case of blue balls if he didn't take care of it sometime soon. Derek glanced over at Scott and then back to the road. "Well, since you caught me, I guess there's no reason to deny it. You're incredibly hot. I had to blast
myself with cold water to keep from getting a hard-on right there in the shower room."
Scott leaned over and placed his lips right next to Derek's ear. He nipped at his earlobe then whispered in a husky voice. "I was checking you out too. You have got the best ass in the entire school." When Scott's lips sealed onto Derek's neck and he began to gently nibble and suck, Derek's erection stiffened to full mast and he almost veered the car off the road. Scott leaned back to his own side of the car, a look of satisfaction lighting up his face.
When they got to Derek's home, all he could think of was getting Scott up to the attic couch. To avoid arousing suspicion, he walked into the kitchen to greet his mother. The kitchen was empty, but there was a note on the table. 3:45.
Went grocery shopping and then going to the hair salon.
Dinner will be at six. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Mom.
Glancing at the clock, Derek saw that his mother had only left 15 minutes ago. Yes! Good form, Mom! Derek was almost bouncing when he turned to face Scott. "We have the house to ourselves."
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Scott caught on immediately and took Derek by the hand, leading him down the hallway to his bedroom. They entered the room and Scott kicked the door shut and pushed him against it, locking their mouths together. The kiss was hungry, filled with the desire that had built up on the mat, in the shower, and on the drive home. Scott slid his hands up inside of Derek's shirt and ran them over the taut pectoral muscles, rolling the firm nipples between thumb and forefinger. Derek let out soft groans into Scott's mouth and reached around to grab his ass, pulling them even closer together. "Such a good kisser." Scott's words were muffled by Derek's mouth. He then pulled Derek's shirt over his head, trapping his hands above him against the door.
The thrill of losing control added to the frenzy of the moment and Derek allowed Scott to keep his hands bound above his head for another few seconds. He then freed his hands and threw his shirt across the room. Taking a tentative step towards the bed, he urged Scott backwards until the back of his knees hit the edge. Derek collapsed on top of him and they rolled and grasped at each other until Derek was lying on his back, his hands running up and down Scott's muscular body.
Grabbing Scott's shirt, he could only work it part way up his torso before he felt hot lips seal against his once again.
Somehow, Derek managed to squeak out a single phrase.
"Want your shirt off." Scott removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor with Derek's, then cradled Derek's head in his hands, resting his weight on his elbows and upper arms.
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After minutes of passionate kissing, Scott pulled his head back. His lips were swollen and his eyes had a dreamlike quality in them. Reaching down between their bodies, Scott placed his hand on Derek's crotch, rubbing his straining member through the fabric of his jeans.
Derek pushed against Scott's hand, groans of pleasure escaping from deep within him. Grabbing Scott's ass, he pulled their hips together and they both ground their straining cocks against each other as their mouths met in a lustful, ravenous kiss. Derek lost sense of where his lips and tongue ended and Scott's began.
Scott undid Derek's belt buckle, popped the first button of his pants, and slid his hand underneath Derek's boxer briefs, wrapping his warm fingers around Derek's erection which was leaking with precome. The sensation almost caused Derek to come on the spot, but he took in a deep breath, trying to control himself and to allow the moment to last as long as possible. Scott reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Derek's long enough to place it next to his ear. "I want to feel your hands on my dick." He then lowered his lips to Derek's neck, having found the spot and technique to drive him into a frenzy.
Without any need for further prompting, Derek freed Scott's cock from the confines of his pants. With one hand he slowly stroked up and down the shaft, while he cupped Scott's balls with his other hand, giving them a gentle tug. Scott let out a heavy breath of hot air against Derek's neck.
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lying next to one another, skin on skin, pressed together.
Scott continued to pull at Derek's cock with a steady and firm motion while Derek used both hands to pleasure Scott. They both started panting as their bodies writhed together on Derek's bed. "Oh, God, Derek, getting so close. You feel so good."
Hearing Scott losing control and knowing that he was the reason why threw Derek right over the edge. Sucking in a breath, his insides begin to quiver as an electric energy surged through his stomach and balls. "I'm...going...to..." and with an explosion, his orgasm burst, the first spray streaking onto his chest. The waves that followed racked Derek's body as his sperm flowed in gushes coating Scott's hand.
Scott's breathing became heavier. Derek could feel the precise moment that Scott lost control, his balls constricting and pulling up closer to his body. Derek jerked mercilessly at his shaft leaving Scott helpless to do anything but bury his head against Derek's shoulder, clamping down with his teeth on the firm muscle just as his shaft convulsed in Derek's hands. Jets of semen coated his chest, mixing with his own, and then seeped out of Scott's cock onto his hand. Derek closed his eyes, sated and utterly relaxed as he felt Scott's body shudder a few times and then collapse in a heap on top of him. They lay there for a few minutes, gently touching each other and not saying a word.
Once Derek regained enough energy to move, he wiped his hand on a clean patch of skin then took Scott's face in his hands, turning his head up so they were staring into each other's eyes. "That. Was. Incredible."
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Scott smiled, still looking a bit disoriented. "Incredible." He leaned in and placed his lips over Derek's. The kiss was sweet and relaxed, communicating through touch and feel all of his affection.
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During the days leading up to the challenge matches, Derek and Scott continued their after-school practices. Scott had learned how to evade Sean's takedown moves and had become familiar with many of Phil's defensive techniques. With each day, Scott found himself increasingly amazed by Derek's skill, as well as his knowledge of the members of the team. It wasn't until mid-week that he finally asked the question that had been on his mind since they started practicing together. "Why aren't you captain?"
It wasn't the first time Derek had been asked the question.
When asked, he had always said that he didn't want to take on that responsibility and no one questioned his decision. Not seeing a point in lying to Scott, he decided to tell the real reason and see how it felt to share his actual reason for not trying for captain. "At the end of last season, the guys nominated me for captain. I turned it down. Josh wanted to spot more than anything, and if he didn't get it I knew that he would be impossible to lead. In fact, he would have probably destroyed the cohesiveness that we have spent so many years building. As much as it would have been nice to be captain, I knew it would be better for the team if Josh was."
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you turned it down because Josh was going to be a big cry-baby about it?"
Derek was astounded by Scott's bluntness, but it made him feel better. Although he never allowed himself to dwell on his decision, there was a small part of him that resented Josh.
"Pretty much. Yeah."
Scott shook his head. "You're something else."
"What do you mean?" Derek had come to terms with his decision a long time ago. Watching the different expressions cross Scott's face, he wondered if he should have just kept his mouth shut. The on
e thing that he knew would hurt him was if Scott was disappointed in him or saw him as weak.
Scott sat on the mat, facing Derek, and looked at him for a minute. "I have never met anyone who puts their own needs last as much as you do. I don't think I could have done what you did. I knew I wanted to be captain and I went for it.
There were other guys who wanted it too, but I didn't think about what they wanted. I thought about what I wanted. And I got it too." Scott looked at Derek again, causing a wave of heat to pass through him. "You're really amazing. You would have been a great captain."
Derek was stunned into silence, overcome with a mixture of relief that Scott approved of his choice and exhilaration at the intensity of his admiration. What shocked him was how bright and full he felt after hearing Scott's words. Just as quickly, old instincts kicked in and Derek pushed the feeling of pride away. Not wanting to be the center of attention or to be seen as conceited, Derek shifted the focus back to Scott.
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what you've told me, you have put their needs ahead of your own. You could have thrown a fit, but you didn't. I know I wouldn't have let my parents off the hook like that."
A thoughtful expression crossed Scott's face. "Why do you do that? Why can't you let me tell you how great you are without deflecting it back to me somehow?"
Derek thought about Scott's questions. The truth was, he wasn't really sure why he was treating the moment as if it were a casual exchange of compliments. He knew he would have made a better captain for the team and a small part of him thought about that every time he looked at Josh. Deep down Scott's comments validated every thought he had had about giving up being captain and there was nothing casual about what Scott had said or how his words had made him feel. So why did he downplay it? Why couldn't he allow Scott to compliment him? Because I've always kept my guard up?