Your Take On Forever

Randy smiled and stopeed John, kissing him gently. "Well, you better start getting used to it," he whispered against his lips.

John smiled. "Okay." He whispered and slid into Randy's truck, crossing his legs and playing with a strand of his hair.

Randy chuckled and got in the driver's side, starting the truck and driving back to the school.

John gazed out the window as they drove. He hoped nothing bad happened at Randy's practice.

Randy arrived at the school and parked. "I have to go change and stuff, but you can go wait in the bleachers," he said.

John nodded. "Sure." He said, making his way over to the bleachers, leaning back on the bleacher behind him. He saw a few other people watching the practice. He shrugged and waited for his lover to come out.

Randy quickly got ready, seeing as everyone was already out on the field. He jogged outside, winked at John and went over to the coach.

John smiled softly, relaxing as he watched Randy. He could tell Randy enjoyed what he did. That's he felt about gymnastics, despite what Randy said about the sport.

About halfway into practice, he heard a commotion. He looked over and saw Adam, Mike and Wade around John. He growled and stormed over, anger burning in his eyes.

Adam sneered down at John. "You shouldn't be here, fag. This little thing with Randy? It'll pass, and you'll go back to being the bottom feeder you are." He chuckled darkly, pushing John to the ground. Wade smirked and kicked John, making him cry out.

Randy grabbed Adam by the hair and threw him to the ground. He kneed Wade in the nuts, and glared at Mike and Mike backed off. He kneeled beside John. "You okay, baby?" he asked quietly.

John groaned and nodded, slowly sitting up. He rubbed his stomach where he had been kicked. "Y-Yeah, just got the wind k-nock outta me." He whimpered.

Randy picked him up and put him on the bleachers. "I's sor..." he started but was interrupted by the coach.

"Orton! Stop playing with the nerd and get yer ass in the game!" Coach Jay yelled.

Randy sighed and kissed John's cheek. "Sorry," he said and ran back.

John smiled softly and watched Randy. He pulled his knees to his chest as he watched. At least shit like this didn't happen in gymnastics. He was nervous about his practice tomorrow.

A while later, Randy was finished with practice and changed, waiting for John at the gate.

John smiled at Randy as he met Randy at the gate. "Wow, you're good. I've never truly paid attention the last time I saw you play." He said.

Randy nodded. "Like I said, the only way I'm getting to college is with scholarships. I already have 5 offers," he said.

John nodded. "Shit, that reminds me... when we get back, I gotta start filling out my college applications. I have a few offers..." He said. By a few he meant an offer from every Ivy League school in the country.

Randy nodded. "I don't really know where I'm gonna go yet," he said.

John sighed. "Where do you have scholarships to so far?" He asked.

"No Ivy Leagues," Randy chuckled. "A few schools all across the country."

John shrugged. "I still think you could make it at an Ivy League... You never know." He said.

"I'm not going to an Ivy League," Randy said as they arrived at the truck.

John sighed. "Okay..." He said. That meant that after high school, which was pretty close, they would be apart. And that would tear John apart if they didn't go to the same college. But he knew Randy would never want to apply tot he colleges John was looking at.

"You never know, we might go to college in the same state," Randy said.