Chapter 18
Colton
Colton slumped onto the sofa in his condo, ready to relax after a tough week of practice.
He dropped his head back and closed his eyes with a deep exhale.
His mind immediately wandered to Dean showering after their tequila infused evening, his naked body one big, wavy block of muscle standing under the steaming spray, water rolling down the back of his head and strong, deep valleys of his back.
The drops of water dripping off his bangs and the tip of his nose, rolling down his undulating abs and dripping off the tip of his thick, hanging cock.
Colton’s breathing became deeper, jagged.
Even in his mind, Dean took his breath away, and the mental image made him hard as steel.
He slid one hand under his shirt and began circling one of his nipples with his fingers, gently swirling around the sensitive areola, flicking the nipple.
His other hand slid into his shorts, grabbing his rock-hard cock.
He closed his eyes, gently moaning, stroking his cock.
He licked the tip of his finger and returned it to his chest, circling the nipple, then running his hand down his abs and back up to his chest. He lifted his hips and slid off his shorts, his hard cock catching the waistband and slapping back across his abs.
He continued to lazily stroke, coaxing a drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock.
Colton swirled the pre-cum, lifting it slightly off the head, then smearing it around his tip.
He imagined Dean, turning to him in the shower, grabbing his own meaty piece, stroking with Colton.
C’mon, Colton, stroke with me. He fantasized about the two of them doing just that, picking up speed and intensity on his cock, slamming his hand all the way to the base of his cock with each hammering stroke.
“Yeah, Dean, stroke that cock for me.” He moaned, pounding and gently thrusting his hips upward.
He imagined Dean leaning forward and smacking his cock against the wet glass wall between them, teasing Colton to go harder and faster.
Colton ran his finger from his nipple down between his legs, cupping his balls, rubbing his taint, circling his hole. Feverishly stroking his cock, with Dean matching his strokes in his mind, Colton parted his lips, panting.
With one last stroke, he let out a choked gasp, exploding and shooting his cum up his abs and chest, all the way to his chin. His breathing was heavy, his body shook, and cum slowly began to drip off the side of his torso.
What. The fuck. Just happened? he thought, his chest heaving as he came down down from his orgasm. Did he just fantasize about his best friend while spanking his dick so hard it was raw?
Dean would never let him live it down if he found out, which made him chuckle.
Dean was mega hot and had muscles in all the right places. Colton knew this. But he wondered how a vision of Dean could make him come so hard, and so fast? He didn’t know, but damn, did it feel good! It was probably the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life. Top five, for sure.
And, he might just have to do that again. Soon.
***
Colton stood on the field after practice was over, the rest of the team had taken off like their asses were on fire.
He rolled the football in his hands, the textured leather familiar under his fingertips.
He loved the shape, the way it felt, the smell of the leather.
He had fallen in love with the football the minute he picked one up when he was four years old.
For most of his childhood, he slept with his football the way other kids might sleep with a blanket or teddy bear.
He lined up the laces on his fingers, raised his hand, and lightly released the ball ten yards down the field. Dean caught the ball in front of his face with a slight thud, lined up the laces, and tossed it back to Colton.
Having a friendly game of catch at the facility after practice had become one of their favorite pastimes.
They had some of their best conversations throwing the football.
“Dean, are you like, 100% gay?”
Dean smirked and chuckled. “Colton, I am 1,000% gay. Why do you ask?”
Colton shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. It just struck me the other day, you’re so masculine and manly. If you’re 100% gay, why aren’t you more effeminate? Or is it something you try to hide?”
Dean tilted his head to the side in thought.
“You mean like my dancers or what you see on TV or in the movies?” He tossed the ball back to Colton.
“Not every gay man is a stereotype. I mean, sure, I’ll snap my fingers and get sassy from time to time.
But I’m certainly not hiding anything. Just call me Popeye, ’cause I yam what I yam.
I’m a man who likes fucking men. I’ve never been that effeminate or prissy.
Not that there’s anything wrong with guys who are, that’s just not me.
” Dean caught the ball with a thud. “Rest assured, you’ll never catch me wearing a pink speedo, dancing on a parade float.
” Dean tossed the football back. “There’s more than one way to be gay, you know. Does every straight man act like you?”
“Point taken.” Colton twirled the ball in his hands. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to offend you. I was just curious.”
Dean smiled. “I’m not offended, but it can get aggravating.
People form these opinions in their minds based off some bullshit they see on a news program, or from a gay pride parade.
Then they assume all gays act that way. It’s frustrating to be lumped into the same box as every other gay man in the world. ”
Colton nodded in agreement. “I can understand that. If people said I was exactly the same as every other running back in the league, I would be pissed!” He smirked, tossing the football underhanded to Dean.
“I gotta be honest with you though. When we first started hanging out, I thought you were only trying to get into my pants.”
Dean lifted an incredulous eyebrow. “You little shit! Um, may I remind you, you messaged me first!” He tossed the ball back to Colton slightly harder.
Colton chuckled with a slight blush. “I know I did. I’m not proud of feeling that way, and I certainly don’t feel that way now. I don’t know why I ever did, to be honest. You never gave me any indication that you were trying to get in my pants.”
Dean snickered. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re all kinds of hot and sexy.
And I do find you attractive. But I’m not stupid.
You’re straight and engaged. I would be wasting my time.
I’m only going to work my magic on guys that I might actually have a chance at sucking their dick. ” He waggled his eyebrows.
“You are so fucking stupid.” Colton chuckled as he caught the football. Hearing Dean say that pursuing him would be a ‘waste of time’ made his stomach drop. Not that he wanted Dean to make any advances, but it was nice to hear that Dean actually found him attractive.
Dean sighed, rolled the football in his hand, and tossed it to Colton.
“I meant to tell you. I hope it’s Okay. A reporter asked me why we’re hanging out so much.”
“Oh yeah? What did you say?” Colton lifted an eyebrow.
“I don’t know why they even asked. I mean, celebrities and sports figures hang out all the time. But I was honest. I said you approached me about learning guitar after we filmed the music video, then I asked you to take me through a workout, and then we started hanging out.”
Colton shrugged. “It’s fine. The media are ruthless. All we can do is be honest.”
“I was proud to talk about it. I’m happy to talk to anyone about our friendship. I mean, how cool is it to be able to say I'm friends with Colton fucking Merrick!”
Colton smiled and looked at his feet. That all too familiar stomach-jumping thing that tended to happen when he was around Dean…
well, it was happening again. Dean only said something sweet and complimentary, but Colton’s heart skipped a beat.
How was he supposed to react? What did all these heart-flipping, stomach-jumping, cheek-warming feelings even mean anyway?
He needed to talk to someone about this. But who? Who could he confide in, when he didn’t even know what the hell was going on?