Extra Practice

[churbooseanon]

Request by xkaikainaxgrif: Some cute shippy HS!AU tuckington or northington? 

Or? Yeah, I'm in more of an AND mood. Oh yes. An And mood indeed.

 

Extra Practice

No one questioned it, no one had thought to. North and Wash always stayed late to practice a bit more. They always stayed late to practice free throws or dribbling or coverage or something else. It had always been a thing, since Tucker had joined the team. He’d gotten used to them being together, the junior who was the star of their team and the recently graduated assistant coach who had stuck around the school to—as some people said—continue to living in his glory days as a basketball star.

There was more to it than that, but Tucker only knew that because he forgot his book bag. Had to go back to school halfway home because he knew his mother was going to shout his ears off if he didn’t do his school work.

The gym is still unlocked when he makes it back, meaning North still had to be there. Yet when Tucker ducked in he found the basketball court abandoned. Everything had already been tidied up, a clear indication that Wash and North were done for the evening. Still, that probably meant North would be locking up and leaving soon, so Tucker didn’t have much time. He rushed into the locker room, intent on the book bag in his locker, and froze at what he hear.

Showers, yeah, he knew that sound. Knew that sound just as well as he knew the low, hungry moans mingled with the sound of water on skin.
 

“You like that?” North’s voice rasped through sound of the water and Tucker had never heard his voice so low, so hungry.

Oh god, no, this wasn’t possible, Tucker decided. He couldn’t have happened upon this. It wasn’t possible. He’d clearly tripped and hit his head during practice and this was all just some hallucination.

“Please,” Wash whimpered and gasped.

Oh fuck, nope, this couldn’t be a hallucination. He never dared to imagine Wash’s voice quite so shaky before.

“You love it when I do this, don’t you?”

“Yes. So much. Oh god.”

Slowly Tucker moved from his frozen place by the door, peeked around the corner, and hated just how the steam from the showers ruined any view he might have. Except he couldn’t wait, couldn’t hang back. Wash’s voice was beautiful, weak, shivering in a way that Tucker wished he could have made it sound.

Don’t do it, his head told him as Tucker let his feet carry him further into the locker room. Made it all the way to the first row of lockers, and there was nothing. Snuck to the second row as Wash’s breathing hitched and finally Tucker could hear skin on skin and he gasped as well at the thought of it. North’s quieter groans were starting to come through as well, and damn they were going to his groin just as much as Wash’s voice.

Another row of lockers and still too much steam, and with a deep breath Tucker steeled himself for the next step. Forward, one foot after another, one hand not quite between his legs to rub at himself through his gym shorts.

That was a mistake. He couldn’t hold the moan back. Bit his lip and cursed as he heard everything stop.

“Fuck, did you…” Wash asked, his voice filled with panic.

“Shhhh.”

Wet feet slapped against the shower floor and Tucker knew he had to move. Had to run before they caught him. Book bag be damned, mother’s wrath be tested, he didn’t care. Except his feet refused to move, he felt anchored to the spot. So he found himself waiting there, eyes wide, as North’s head peered out around the entrance to the showers. Their gazes met and they were quiet for a long moment, but Tucker wasn’t sure what to think of the appraising look in North’s eyes.

“North…?” Wash asked, his voice a mix of want and fear and Tucker trembled at the sound of it.

North saw it, had to have, because the smile on his lips was something else altogether.

“It’s only Tucker.”

“Tucker?!” Wash’s voice yelped.

“You’re not going to mention you saw this, are you?” North asked, his voice still low and thick and Tucker just shook his head, eyes still wide.

“You’d rather join us than talk, wouldn’t you?”

There must have been something in his expression, because North chuckled, his voice low and throaty and damn it was hot. Tucker swallowed hard and he must have nodded because the smile on North’s face only grew.

“I know Wash would like that. Hurry up. When he gets like this, he isn’t very patient. Wash, good news. I was just suggesting you needed to practice your teamwork skills. And now I have a volunteer to help.”

The low, loud moan from Wash as North disappeared back into the shower got Tucker out of his clothes faster than the invitation alone could have.

If this went right, he was going to have to come up with a good excuse to give his mother for staying late after practice.