Author's Note: I'm aware there isn't much to this one and I apologize. I received a request for a fic where Jude stands up for/protects Connor. I loved that idea but I had just written a chapter where Jude got into a physical fight with someone from school so I wanted to try something a bit different. I hope this works. Also, I had completely forgotten about the sit-ups described below but then randomly came across a video of two guys doing them and calling them boyfriend sit-ups. I instantly could see Jonnor doing them. Again, I apologize for this being so short, but there will be Jonnor included in other chapters. You have my word.

Here, Jude and Connor are 17.

Tonight's game was a big one. If Anchor Beach won, they would be one game away from regionals. Therefore, Connor wanted to make sure he was on top of his game.

He and Jude had been lounging on Jude's bed when he told his boyfriend he had to leave to go work out.

"Nooo," Jude whined, causing Connor to laugh. "Staaay." The other boy proceeded to tighten his arms around Connor and bury his head in his shoulder.

"Listen, as comfy as you are…" he snuggled deeper into his pillow a.k.a. Jude's chest. "I really need to get some training in before the game tonight."

An almost devilish smirk came to Jude's face. "What about boyfriend sit-ups?"

Connor couldn't help but smirk back. He knew he needed other kinds of training before the game as well, but he was never one to turn down boyfriend sit-ups. "You're on."

Jude slid out from underneath Connor and stood with his back to the wall. Both boys removed their shirts before Connor placed a quick kiss on his love's lips.

"How many, you think?"

"15?"

Connor nodded. "Sounds good."

He then wrapped his hands around the other boy's neck and on the count of 3, jumped up and wrapped his legs around his waist, Jude making sure he had a solid support of him.

"You ready?" he asked. Connor nodded before placing his hands behind his head and leaning back until he was hanging upside down.

He brought himself up. "One." He placed a chaste kiss on Jude's lips, both boys smiling madly.

"Two." Another sit-up and another kiss.

As these went on, their smiles got goofier and their kisses got longer and deeper. Finally, there was only one more to go.

"Fifteen." As Connor breathed the word out, he brought his arms back around Jude's neck as their kiss became heated. Before they knew it, Jude had laid Connor on his bed, legs still wrapped around him, his hands reaching for his boyfriend's shorts. A hand on his stopped him.

"Jude…Jude. As much as I love where this is going, I really do have to go get some training in."

With an overly dramatic sigh and a smile, Jude let him up. Connor put his shirt and shoes back on before grabbing Jude and pulling him into a quick kiss. "See you at the game, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

The game had gone spectacularly. Anchor Beach had defeated the other team by 3 runs and were now one win away from regionals.

Feeling ecstatic and proud, Jude left the stands in search of his boyfriend.

Now, ever since he and Connor had come out officially 4 years ago, the student body at Anchor Beach had been mostly either supportive or indifferent. They rarely encountered problems, especially now that they had been together for so long.

However, Anchor Beach was a bubble and the views of the general student body did not necessarily transcend to their parents.

Jude was just coming up to where he usually met Connor once he had left the locker room when he saw a man he did not recognize in Connor's face, clearly angry.

"Just because you can score a run, you think you're a hot shot. But you're still just a measly little fag. I don't know how they even let someone like you play for their team."

"HEY!" Jude yelled, quickly making his way over to the two.

"Back off," he said, getting right in the man's face.

"Who the hell are you? Oh! Are you another fag too? Should've figured. You look like a stick."

"Jude, let's just go."

But Jude was not having it. If there was one thing he couldn't stand for, it was someone hurting someone he loved.

"You think you can just go around talking down to people because you're a straight white man? That people are beneath you? Well listen to me, you asshole!"

The next thing Connor knew, words Connor could not even begin to understand came flying out of Jude's mouth. After a few moments, he could tell they were Spanish, though he still had no clue what Jude was saying or what the words meant.

By the time Jude was done, the man looked baffled, angry, and scared all at once. Jude simply looked livid, his face red and his eyes sharply focused.

With a huff, the man stormed away, leaving the two boys alone before Connor finally spoke.

"Since when do you know Spanish?"

Jude turned to him with a proud smirk. "Jesus and Mariana have been teaching me over the years."

"Wow. What did you say?"

"I basically told the guy how amazing you are and that by comparison he was a piece of shit and that if he didn't leave you alone I would kick his ass, or at least go down trying."

Warmth filled Connor's insides and a radiant smile lit his face.

"My knight in shining armor." His grin widened as Jude laughed while Connor's arms circled his waist.

"What do you say we go back to my house and pick up where we left off?"

It was now Connor's turn to deliver a devilish smirk of his own.

"I say lead the way, Sir Knight."