Chapter 28
Colton
Colton aimlessly walked through his downtown apartment. He’d been up for hours, with nothing to do.
The season was over.
It was a heartbreaking loss, being so close to the championship and helplessly watching it fall through your grips from the sideline, powerless to stop it. But even though they were disappointed, the team felt good about their performance and were hopeful to make it all the way next season.
But now, with no practice, and no games, Colton was a little stir crazy.
Although he was meeting Dean for lunch at the loft a little later, that was still three hours away and Colton didn’t know what to do with himself in the meantime. With nothing else to occupy his mind, all he could think about was Dean and kissing his beautiful lips and neck.
It’s what had awakened him way too early that morning, and had been his only thought ever since. He continued to pace, counting down the minutes until he could rush over to the loft to be with Dean.
“Fuck it!” he grumbled, grabbing his phone.
Colton: Hey! I’ve got nada to do, and it’s making me crazy! Mind if I come over a little earlier?
Dean: NOT AT ALL! Come anytime you want! Been thinking about you all morning!
Colton grinned, snatched up his keys, and hit the road.
Since they had crossed the line from friends-who-occasionally-hung-out to friends-that-frequently-kiss, they tended to meet up almost every day, even if it was only for a quick lunch or something trivial.
When they had more time, they played rounds of golf, went sailing on the bay, worked out together, shared meals together…and make-out sessions all around the loft.
Colton stepped off the elevator and let himself in the front door. Other than a casual lunch at the loft, they had nothing planned, so he had dressed down for the day, wearing gray sweatpants, a Niners sweatshirt, and a blue puffer jacket.
When Dean looked him up and down from his position at the kitchen island with a hungry look in his eyes, Colton's smile widened.
“Damn, you look sexy,” Dean said, licking his lips.
Colton laughed out loud and looked down at his outfit. “I’m wearing sweats. This is sexy?”
Dean licked his lips again. “Oh, you have no idea.”
Colton stepped into the kitchen. “Thanks for letting me come over early. I was going crazy with nothing to do.”
Dean chuckled and patted his shoulder. “It’s no problem.
I was working on the tour setlist, and I just finished a meeting about venues, stage layouts, costume designs, hotels, and meals.
It was all making my head spin. So this” —he waved his hand up and down in front of Colton— “is a welcome distraction.”
Dean crowded Colton against the countertop and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Damn, your ass looks so good in those sweats,” he said, his voice deep and breathless as he nipped his earlobe. “It’s making me so fuckin’ hot.”
Dean pressed his hard cock against Colton’s thigh and Colton went rock hard in an instant. Colton grabbed the back of Dean’s head and pulled him into a hungry kiss as Dean grabbed a handful of Colton’s ass and squeezed, their moans filling the kitchen.
Colton held Dean in place with one hand behind his head and the other on his lower back as their tongues began to dance and explore one another.
Dean removed Colton’s jacket and tossed it onto the counter without breaking the kiss.
Their hands explored underneath their shirts, fingertips dancing on bare skin, gently mapping and teasing.
Dean kissed every inch of Colton’s face and neck, giving him little bites on his lower lip, neck, and jaw. Colton gasped and shuddered. He could barely handle the onslaught.
“God. The things I want to do to you,” Dean groaned into his ear.
Colton nudged his jaw with his nose. “Show me,” he panted.
Dean swiftly removed Colton’s sweatshirt, examining the geography of his torso. “Damn, your body is a work of art.” His hands roamed across the ripples and curves of Colton’s muscles. “So hard, like a statue, but your skin is so soft and warm.”
Goosebumps formed across his body as Dean continued to explore, kissing his way down his torso, past the little tuft of hair between his pecs, taking adequate time to worship his nipples, abs, and belly button.
Colton’s breathing became heavy and erratic. Watching Dean explore his body had him hard as a rock, the hardest he'd ever been, he was pretty sure. His cock pulsed as it strained against his sweats as Dean dropped to his knees before him.
***
Dean
Dean tucked his fingers into Colton’s sweats and pulled them to the floor. He admired Colton’s naked body before him…his thick cock rock hard, curving upward and throbbing with his pulse. He’s more beautiful than Dean could have ever imagined, the perfect specimen of man.
“Fuck. Look at these quads.” Dean lightly punched his thighs with his fists. Dean kissed Colton’s hip and looked up at him, then he licked the tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum, and Colton quivered with a gasp.
Dean parted his lips and slowly took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head, his eyes locked with Colton’s.
Colton dropped his head back and moaned in a deep, guttural “Fuuuuck! What are you doing with your tongue?”
He teased Colton a little longer, licking the entire shaft, salivating over his balls, before fully receiving Colton down his throat.
Colton groaned, “Oh my God. That feels so good.”
Dean pulled back and stroked Colton’s cock with a smirk. “Don’t you dare come yet.” He returned to swallowing Colton deep down his throat with gusto, stroking his cock with his tongue.
Dean worshiped Colton thoroughly, probing his ass with his hands and fully servicing him with his mouth. Their eyes remained fixed on one another, with Dean on his knees, positioned to serve.
Dean was in complete control, the maestro, conducting an orchestra of Colton.
He expertly guided Colton through a lustful crescendo of desire, building in intensity until the quivering finale.
Colton shook and jerked. ”Oh God, I’m almost there.” He tried to pull away, but Dean grabbed his ass and engulfed him fully, taking his cum deep in his throat. “Fuck Dean, fuuuucck!”
Dean could feel Colton’s legs shaking with the intensity of his orgasm as he hungrily swallowed every drop of his release.
He slowly stood, placing small kisses in his wake as he gently brought Colton back to reality.
He met his gaze as his eyes refocused and welcomed him back to Earth with a deep kiss.
“Oh my God. Your tongue is magic,” Colton whispered, kissing Dean’s cheek. “That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“Mmmm. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” Dean said, as he jokingly licked the tip of Colton’s nose.
Dean started to pull away but Colton grabbed his wrist, spun him around against the counter, and smiled playfully. “Your turn.”
In an instant, Dean’s clothes were off and Colton was caressing his chest, licking across his abs, blithely tracing the little trail of brown hair below his belly button, down to the promised land.
He nervously looked up at Dean. “Um, this is pretty big and I’ve never done this before. I hope it’s ok.”
Dean ran his fingers through his hair, with a reassuring look. “You’ve got this. Go for it.”
Colton began slowly, with little licks and kisses, appreciating every inch of Dean’s anatomy. Then he went for it, sliding Dean’s hard cock into his mouth, only struggling with his size once or twice.
Colton’s mouth was so warm. Dean continued to encourage him, stroking his hair, guiding his movement.
Watching Colton with his pouty lips wrapped around his cock and his beautiful, hungry eyes looking up at him drove him absolutely feral.
At first, he used too much teeth and not enough suction, but Colton was a quick study. Dean walked him through the basics and he improved immediately. If he kept learning at this pace, he’d be an expert cocksucker in no time.
Although it wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever gotten, Dean was ready to blow. Just looking down, watching his cock slide in and out of the mouth of Colton Merrick, had him close to the edge. Dean felt the familiar tingle in his balls, his moans deepened, and his legs began to shake.
“Colton, I’m close.” Dean pulled out at the last possible second and erupted across Colton’s jaw and chest. Breathing heavily, giddy and exhausted, he slumped forward, his hands on Colton’s shoulders for support.
Colton stood and deeply kissed him.
“That was great. You sure you've never done that before?” Dean panted, still catching his breath, slowly running a finger through the mess on his chin. “That’s what I like to see.” He smiled, pointing out the droplets of his cum spread across Colton’s chest and neck.
Colton cracked a mischievous smile and scooped Dean up by the back of his thighs, wrapping his legs around him. He walked them across the loft and dropped Dean onto the sofa.
They spent the next hour making out, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, kisses, hands, and fingers. Dean took his time and mapped out Colton’s body, discovering the sensitive areas of his neck, jaw, nipples, and belly button, and how his body reacted to touches, licks, and kisses.
They feasted on one another on the sofa, an endless buffet of pleasure.
Dean floated, in a tangle of arms and legs, Colton’s head resting on his chest as he lazily rubbed circles on his back.
“Dean, what’s your favorite color?” Colton looked up, resting his chin on Dean’s chest.
“Blue, what’s yours?”
“Green.”
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Mmmm, that ravioli you made for my birthday.”
Dean smiled. “Mine is Wonton soup from Wong’s Noodles.”
“I’ve never had wonton soup,” Colton confessed.
“Oh my God, it will change your life. The place is just down the street. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
Dean gently rubbed Colton’s back and shoulders. “Colton, are you happy?”
“Yes, very happy. Why do you ask?” He pressed a soft kiss to Dean’s chest.
“Well, I know this is all very new to you. I just wanted to be sure you don’t have any regrets.”
Colton looked up with a smile. “The only regret I have is that we didn’t do this sooner!”
Dean laughed and kissed the top of his head.
Dean mindlessly stroked his fingers through Colton’s hair. “I'm surprised I've never asked you this, but what kind of music do you listen to when you’re getting ready for a game?”
Colton tilted his head in thought. “It’s usually stuff that hypes me up. Rap, rock…you know, stuff that gets you excited.”
He shifted on top of Dean.
“But lately, I’ve discovered this hot new DJ…”
He crawled up, kissing Dean’s chest, neck and lips.
“He’s called DJ DVLN…” —deep kiss— “and he really gets me going.”
“Oh yeah?” Dean chuckled and nipped at Colton's chin, “I’ll have to check him out.”
Dean sighed, feeling a wave of warmth spread across his face. He gently touched his forehead to Colton’s. “Will you stay with me tonight?”
Colton smiled and kissed his nose. “I thought you’d never ask.”
In one quick motion, he whisked Dean off the sofa and carried him to the bed, bridal style.
Dean laughed as he dropped onto his bed.
They snuggled in for the night, Colton close behind Dean, his hand around his waist, their fingers laced together…big spoon, little spoon.
As they both drifted to sleep, Dean couldn’t erase the smile from his face.
Epic fucking day!