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There's a benefit to always walking around with a camera in hand-- sooner or later, people stop taking notice of it.
And whenever that fails him, he's got cameras hidden pretty much around the whole school.
He just never expected to catch something this good.
The argument-- if you can even call it that-- starts in the gym, Hal stepping up to the plate to bat, Hulk on the mound, pitching easily and skillfully enough even with his injury.
One strike.
Two strikes.
Three strikes.
Out.
No one expects it when it happens. Hal looks like a twig, a weak, wimpy doormat especially in classes like gym. No one expects him to even care about sports, if only because he's never seemed to care much about doing well before. Sure, he comes to all the games, mainly just to see Hulk play, but… it's hardly the same thing. For him, it's a spectator sport. Not a participation sport.
So when Hal suddenly drops his bat and charges right at Hulk when he strikes him out, the entire gym goes silent.
Hulk's a tank. There was nothing in the world Hal could have done to take him down, and at first, it just looks sad, his trying desperately to beat his fists against a solid brick wall that couldn't care less about the minimal impact on itself. Jake expects Hulk to laugh, effectively granting permission to do the same.
But he doesn't.
Instead, he grabs Hal by his shoulder and steers him back to the locker room.
It just about kills Jake, the thought of not knowing what happened after they left, and he can't believe his luck when Hal ends up slamming the door open to his gym locker in frustration, the camera inside showcasing everything happening outside.
"What the fuck was that for, Hal?"
"I don't have time to talk about this-- I am behind in my studies and need to get to the library."
"Ohhh no you don't. You do not get to try to assault me and then pull the whole behind in my studies card."
"I don't have time for this!" Pulling his backpack free from his locker, he slams it down onto the changing bench, a scowl coloring his features as he tears his shirt off.
"You know what I don't have time for? Huh?" Hulk practically towers over him, his own body dwarfing Hal's even standing behind him. "Your whiny attitude! No one studies that hard! It's not possible without fucking cracking!"
"You don't know the first thing about me or my study habits!"
"Like hell I don't! Like I wouldn't know my number one fan at this school. Of course… that was before you started hanging out with that slimeball, Jake Rogers."
"It's not like that." For the first time in their conversation, Hal's anger seems to dissipate as his shoulders slump, shaking his head at his locker. "I've wanted to go to the games, it's just--"
"Woah-- bro, chill out. It's not like I'm jealous of Rogers, or anything. You can do what you want with your own time."
"What, like how you flirt with all of the girls in the school?"
"Why the fuck would you care about that?"
"Never mind," he shakes his head, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing his backpack. "Forget I said anything. I'll see you around, Hulk."
"Like hell you will--" Grabbing hold of Tanaka's backpack, Hulk pulls him back into view. "You do not get to just walk away from me, Tanaka."
"I actually think I was about to do exactly that. Now, if you'll excuse me --"
"I don't know how it works with families like yours," Hulk cuts in as Hal starts to walk away, freezing at the sound of his voice, his expression placid, if somewhat pale, "but I imagine it would be pretty bad if they found out their son was gay."
The hand clamped around one of the straps on his backpack tightens for a moment before it starts to tremble, Hal just staring ahead of himself. If he was pale before, he looks nothing if not pallid now.
"Did you honestly think I'd miss the way you'd look at me during games? Or, fuck-- during gym? Or--" His voice drops to a near-whisper. "Or that day you jerked off in the shower after watching me in the weights room? I heard you."
"I don't know why you'd care about this. It should make no difference to you."
"Like fuck it doesn't make a goddamn difference!"
His hand is still trembling around the strap when he turns to look at Hal, his expression out of view from the camera.
"Fine. You really want to know what would happen if my family found out? It wouldn't matter anymore how many scholarships I got, or how good my grades were, or how many merit awards I was given by the school. My father would have me in a plane on my way back to Japan within a week, maybe less. Just so that I could see his face in person when he tells me I'm no longer his son. He'd put me out on the street, and I'd have nothing. No home, no family, no future. So go ahead. Tell them. I just hope you're willing to live with the consequences."
His intentions are unclear when he grabs hold of Tanaka's front, and when he more or less rams him into the lockers behind him, it genuinely looks like he's about to beat him half to death.
But he doesn't.
The kiss looks desperate enough to bruise, Hal's backpack falling to the floor as he returns the kiss, half-shock, half-confused elation.
For a moment, Jake can hardly believe his luck.
But then it gets better.
Letting go of his front, Hulk turns around to look back at the gym door, the sound of people obviously still playing ball on the other side. Even on the tape, the sound picks up easily around the whole locker room, reverberating as though it should be followed by an echo at any given time.
It must have been convincing enough to seem worth risking, because the next thing he hears is the clinking of a belt buckle-- Hal's-- Hulk eagerly undoing the closure to his jeans before pushing his hand past the waistband to grab hold of Hal's cock, his face contorting for a moment as his head falls back, his jaw dropping.
"But-- all of those girls--"
"Just because they want to date me doesn't mean they can. But I have a reputation to uphold. What, you think you're the only guy in this school whose dad would kill them if they found out?"
Pushing down his gym shorts, Hulk starts stroking himself with his left hand even as he continues jerking off Hal, but Tanaka interrupts the action, shaking his head.
"Here, just let me--"
This time it's Hal that's guiding Hulk's body back against the lockers before getting down onto his knees.
"Are-- are you sure--?"
"I want this." He starts to stroke him slowly, his gaze clearly on Hulk's as Jake's eyes widen at the unbelievable blackmail material he managed to catch on tape. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
He takes Hulk's cock into his mouth without hesitation, his lips wrapping around his length before he sinks down along it, the rhythmic motion of his hand a dead giveaway of what's happening beneath the camera's view. With his hand jerking himself off with desperate urgency, moaning around the length of Hulk's cock even as his hand is at the back of Hal's hand to guide him, Hulk's head falls back against the locker behind him with a groan, his eyes falling shut as he lets his hips jerk forward and into Hal's mouth here and there.
"Fuck-- gotta hurry-- gym's almost out--"
Starting to take over more, his fingers wind into Hal's hair as he starts fucking his throat all the faster as Hal moans again, his own hand matching pace with the sloppy, wet noise from his throat.
"F-fuck-- gonna come--"
For a split second it looks like Hulk actually tries to pull out of Hal's mouth, but as his hand tightens on the back of his leg, it becomes obvious that Hal is refusing to let that happen, more than eager to taste and swallow down his come.
There's another groan from him before his hips starting jerking forward and into his mouth, clearly coming hard and for a longer time than even Jake would have expected from him.
As Hal's own hand seems to slow its pace, Jake can only imagine that he must have come on the floor or into his hand as he slowly pulls off of Hulk cock and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Fuck-- fuck--"
Hulk's still breathing hard when Jake stops the video feed, the smile on his face undeniable. Between the plagiarism and the steroids and now this , he can't imagine what he could possibly get out of them with this.
Now he just needs to con that wet blanket from the diner out of his money in exchange for his sweet little journal tonight, and he'll be set for life.
He can hardly wait.