Chapter 3 #2
Colton smiled, and they shared a moment of awkward silence staring at each other.
“Okay, let’s get you geared up. It looks like you're close to my size.” Colton jumped into motion, grabbed some pads off the wall, and began digging through some bins before turning back to Dean.
“Um…are you ok with taking your clothes off?”
Dean grinned and began to remove his shirt “Yep! I have no problem with nudity!”
As Dean removed his shirt, Colton eyed his ripped, muscular chest, arms, and washboard abs. “Damn dude, you’re pretty jacked! How often do you work out?”
Dean smiled, trying to keep it cool as a professional freaking athlete complimented him on his physique. “Every damn day! I was a fat kid and I gain weight just looking at food. My shows are also physically exhausting, so I have to stick with it every day.”
Colton paused, still looking over his body. “Well, it’s totally working, man.” He punched him in the chest. “Some of the players on the team aren’t this ripped.”
Dean grinned at Colton and looked into his beautiful blue eyes.
He had a stoic, serious look. One might think the man was unhappy, but Dean thought he saw a glimmer of playfulness lurking just beneath the surface of his eyes.
He wondered if he ever let go of the serious pro athlete and just had a little fun.
Dean wondered if he could help with that.
He could definitely think of a few ways they could have some fun.
“Aww thanks. I’m still a work in progress. I wish I had an ass like yours.” He grinned devilishly.
Colton laughed, turning Dean to have a look at his butt. “I think you’re well on your way.” He smacked Dean’s plump, muscular ass. “Just a few more squats”.
Dean put on the white, long sleeved, 49ers undershirt Colton had given him.
“This is what we all wear underneath our pads,” Colton explained. “Next up, pants.”
“Yep!” Dean unbuttoned his chinos and dropped them to the floor. He was commando, and Colton turned his head away, looking uneasy.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting to actually get into football gear today so I didn’t wear underwear.” He smiled timidly. "We strip down all the time in our dance rehearsals for costume changes, and I forget that some people aren't as used to nudity as I am."
“It’s fine,” Colton waved a dismissive hand. “You’re definitely not the first man I’ve seen naked, just surprised me is all.”
Dean wiggled the pants over his thick thighs, tucking his junk comfortably inside. “There,” he said, feeling proud of himself.
Colton carefully placed the pads over Dean’s head, settling them onto his shoulders as he explained how to lace and secure them in place.
When Dean took the jersey out of the box and held it up, Colton noticed he was tearing up.
“Are you crying?”
“Oh yeah.” Dean laughed wetly. “I’ll cry over anything…movies, TV shows, sappy commercials, puppies, kittens. This was a nice gesture, so I got a little choked up.”
Colton shook his head again. “Not your typical rock star,” he muttered as he helped Dean with the jersey.
“Fuck no, and proud of it!” Dean grinned, his dimples on full display.
Dean stepped back once he was decked out in full gear. “How do I look? Can I pass as a real player?”
“Pretty darn good, if I do say so myself,” Colton smiled. “Ready?”
“Put me in, Coach! I’m ready to play.” Dean teased with a smirk.
They headed back to the field and filmed snippets of Bryce throwing the ball to Colton, Colton running down the sidelines, Neil tackling Colton, and Greg blocking Neil.
The crew filmed Colton showing Dean how to put on his pads again, then got a few shots of Dean catching the ball from Bryce and getting gently tackled by Neil.
Actually, Neil didn’t tackle Dean, per se, but rather picked him up around his waist, leaving his legs dangling just off the ground, and walked around the field.
Everyone laughed as Dean looked down at Neil. “I think you got me.”
Neil smirked and put Dean back on the ground. “Good job!” He smacked Dean’s ass.
They filmed closeup shots of Colton and Dean screaming into the camera and headbutting one another with their helmets.
Dean was having the time of his life. He didn’t even care about filming the video anymore. This was a dream come true. Who wouldn't want to be surrounded by gorgeous muscle men trying to tackle him? It was his idea of heaven!
The shoot ended too quickly, and before he knew it, the crew had begun packing the equipment away.
Colton walked Dean back to the equipment room to put the gear back into storage.
“You can keep the undershirt. Don't think we want it back after working up a sweat,” Colton teased Dean.
“Thanks, man. This was fun.” Dean grinned as he patted Colton on the shoulder.
“This was fun! We’ll have to do it again sometime.” Colton smiled.
Dean dressed back into his chinos and polo and they walked back out to the field.
Everyone had left and Dean turned to Colton, extending his hand for a handshake and taking one more opportunity to fully admire the beauty of Colton. “Nice work today. Thanks for everything. It was so nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Dean.” Colton smiled sincerely.
They shook hands and Dean ambled down the sideline with a bounce in his step and a giddy smile on his face. Today was a damn good day!