Chapter 41
Dean
Dean: Sure! See you then.
Dean arrived at the training facility a little early. Over time, he’d gotten acquainted, even friendly, with many of the staff around the facility. He wanted to be sure he could say hello to everyone before meeting Colton.
He greeted everyone, stopped by to say hello to Coach Shepherd, and made his way out to the field to meet Colton.
Practice was over and Colton had showered and changed back into street clothes. He waited for Dean on the sideline of the practice field.
As Dean approached, Colton smiled. “Baby, you look so fucking sexy wearing my jacket!” he said, giving him a giant hug and kiss.
“Thanks! I’m wearing your underwear too.”
Colton growled and pulled Dean into a tight embrace, grabbing his ass with both hands. “Is that so? I don’t recall giving you permission. I think you need to be punished.”
Dean chuckled and wiggled his ass. “Yes, please. So why did you ask me to meet you here?”
Colton lifted an eyebrow with a smirk. “You don’t remember?”
“No. What am I missing?”
Colton grinned. “It was one year ago today, on this very spot, that we first met. This is where you shook my hand for the very first time.”
Dean gasped, wide eyed. “Oh my God! That’s right! We did the video shoot one year ago today. I completely forgot!”
Dean flashed a sheepish grin. “So…it’s sort of our anniversary, isn’t it? Happy anniversary, Colton!”
“Happy anniversary, Dean.” Colton gave him a soft peck on the lips. “But there’s another reason I wanted you to meet me here today.”
“What is it? I haven’t forgotten something else, have I?” he asked, biting his lip.
Colton smiled. “No, you haven’t. I wanted to have you here today, in the spot where we first met” —Colton took Dean’s hands into his own— “to tell you…Dean…I love you.”
Dean felt a stutter in his breath and a flutter in his heart.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to say that to you. I love you too, Colton!” he managed to squeak through the tightness in his throat.
Dean swallowed Colton in a giant, crushing hug, his heart bursting through his chest.
Was this real, or a dream? After years of feeling lonely, being certain no one would love him, had it actually happened?
Dean feared that he would never find love and build a life with a loving family.
And he had all but given up hope until Colton jogged into his life one year ago on this very practice field.
“Please Colton, say it again,” Dean whispered.
Colton grinned, pulling him even closer. “I love you Dean. I love you so much it fucking hurts.”
Dean whimpered, tears falling from his eyes. “Wow! Colton Merrick loves me! I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world!”
“It’s me who’s the lucky one!” Colton pulled back, placing their foreheads together. “You have no idea how happy you make me every damn day.”
Off to the left, Dean spotted Bryce and Greg walking over. He moved to pull out of the embrace with Colton, but Colton stopped him. “It’s okay Dean, they're fine. You don’t have to pull away.”
“You talked to them?”
“Yep, we had a nice, long talk last week.”
“And it went okay? They’re cool with it?”
“Yeah! They have no problem with it…not one bit.” Colton smiled.
Dean could see them smiling, waving as they approached. He felt a warm sensation growing in his chest. Colton had come out to his friends, and they had accepted him without reservation.
“I’m so happy to hear that.” Dean beamed, waving back to them.
Bryce and Greg shook hands with Dean. “It’s good to see you guys again.”
“Likewise.” Greg smiled. “Colton told us earlier today that it was a year ago we filmed the video. I can’t believe it’s been an entire year.”
The four men walked slowly across the practice field and into the facility, chatting and laughing the entire way. Greg and Bryce were completely at ease, comfortable with Dean and Colton as they walked hand in hand.
“So, you two are living together now?” Bryce asked as he held the door open.
“Yep!” Colton boasted. “Almost six months now.”
“Dean, you deserve a fucking medal. I don’t know how you can put up with his smelly feet.” Greg punched Colton’s shoulder with a chuckle.
Colton gave Greg a shove. “Hey! My feet don’t stink.” He pointed his finger at Greg. “You're the one who stinks. Have you ever even used deodorant?” Colton fanned his hand under his nose.
“Fuck you! I smell like a fucking rose.” Greg launched himself at Colton, pulling him into a headlock before hurling himself at Bryce, and the three of them playfully laughed and wrestled.
Greg even pulled Dean into the action, giving him a few light jabs during their romp.
They came to the common area and situated themselves standing near the entrance to the team cafeteria.
In a quick, sudden move, Greg turned toward Dean…
“So, Dean,” he said with an evil grin. “Colton tells us that you’re an absolute fuck machine!”
***
Colton
“Oh my God!” Colton gulped and muttered under his breath, mortified, as he turned his head from the conversation.
He had told Bryce and Greg about some of their sexual escapades; including how fun and absolutely carnal sex was with Dean. He hoped Dean wasn’t angry or embarrassed.
Dean looked as if he was caught a little off guard, but he seemed to reset and smiled with a wink.
“Well, anything worth doing is worth doing well.” He rubbed Colton’s lower back in reassurance, and Colton released a sigh of relief.
“Besides, we are always trying to break our record for the most times in one day. What are we up to now, Colton?”
Colton cut his eyes at Dean. He knew he was enjoying this, giving Colton a hard time, making him squirm.
Colton timidly smiled, his cheeks must be bright red from this embarrassing conversation. “Five.”
“Five times in one day!” Greg exclaimed as he fist-bumped Dean. “Man! I wish my wife would do that!”
“I’m surprised you can walk after that.” Bryce laughed.
Dean grinned. “No pain, no gain, baby!”
Greg howled and slapped Dean on his back. “I fucking love this guy!”
Colton wanted to crawl under the floor. He was so embarrassed by this discussion, and the fact that Dean now knew he’d been telling Greg and Bryce about their fuck sessions.
But Dean was gracious and smiled, answering Greg and Bryce’s never-ending questions about gay sex, keeping the dialogue moving. He looked over at Colton and gave him a little wink of encouragement.
“Seriously though, aren’t you sore afterwards?” Greg asked.
“Well, I’m not exactly small.” Dean smiled proudly. “So, yeah, Colton walks a little funny afterward. But I never fuck him before a game.”
Colton huffed and gently shoved Dean in the shoulder, but he couldn’t hide his smile.
“Do you flip a coin to decide who gets fucked? Or do you wrestle and the winner gets to fuck the loser?” Bryce seemed more intrigued than one might expect.
Dean barked out a laugh. “No, it’s just who’s in the mood. And sometimes we take turns, it’s called ‘flip-fucking’.” He winked.
“How do you figure out the best positions?” Bryce asked.
“Yeah. What’s your favorite position? Doggie style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary?” Greg seconded the question.
Both Dean and Colton quirked an eyebrow. They both seemed strangely interested in the whole thing. And Colton was beet red, staring at his shoes. Dean laughed and shook his head.
Thankfully, the man-on-man fuck inquisition came to an end, and Greg and Bryce said their goodbyes.
Colton took Dean by the hand. The facility was empty, everyone gone for the day. They strolled down hallways, through training rooms, and back out to the practice field…talking, laughing, holding hands, occasionally stopping for a kiss against a wall or doorway.
It was funny, the one public place where they were completely comfortable holding hands, embracing, and kissing, was an NFL training facility.
Dean turned to Colton and squeezed his hand with a smile. “You made me very happy today.”
Colton smiled, gently kissed his hand, then dropped his head.
“I’m sorry about that whole thing earlier.” Colton sighed. “I had no idea Greg would bring that up. Are you mad that I told them about our sexual adventures?”
Dean smiled and slightly blushed. He puffed out his chest with a big grin. “Of course not! Makes me feel like a prize bull. I’m happy you think it was hot enough to tell them! I’m proud of my ability to fuck your brains out.”
Colton laughed, pulling him into his arms. “I love you so fucking much!”