Chapter 43
Dean
Their away game against Seattle had not gone well.
It was a rough game, a true defensive battle.
Colton had opportunities to score, with eighteen carries in the game, but with the stout Seattle defense, he only managed forty-five total yards, and no touchdowns.
Those Seattle boys seemed to have a personal grudge against Colton and made sure he felt each and every hit. They beat him like he stole something.
The next morning, when Dean woke up, Colton was already in the shower.
Dean sleepily stumbled into the bathroom to pee.
As he washed his hands and splashed water on his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he noticed there were cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over Colton's shoulders, arms, hips and legs. Many more than normal.
“Jesus, Colton! What happened?” Dean rushed into the shower and began to inspect his body.
“Rough game,” Colton said in a feeble voice, his head under the water.
“Yeah, I can see that! What is this from?”
“Some of it is from the turf. Some of it is from hits and tackles. And some of it is from helmets and cleats.”
Dean hugged him tightly, immensely uneasy. He’d always known it, but the sudden vivid reminder of just how dangerous this sport could be had his heart racing as he carefully examined each injury. “I hate to see you like this.”
“It’s part of the job, baby. It happens sometimes.”
“Are you okay?” Dean rubbed his face, kissing his lips.“I’m ok…just a little sore.” Colton gave him a weak smile and gently rubbed his arm.
While Colton finished showering, Dean stepped out and gathered some first aid supplies.
Colton sat on the bathroom counter as Dean tended to his injuries, cleaning the wounds, covering them with antibiotic ointment and some bandages.
Tears rolled down Dean's cheeks as he tended to his injuries.
“Baby, please don’t cry. It’s okay. This happens a lot. Really.” Colton gently caressed his cheek.
“Well, it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Dean kissed his neck and hugged him tightly.
After his wounds were cleaned and dressed, Dean gently rubbed his arm. “Can I make you something to eat?”
“Nah, I think I want to go back to sleep.” Colton offered a timid smile. “I’m feeling pretty banged up.”
“Okay, let’s get you back to bed.” Dean smiled weakly and took his hand.
Dean put Colton back to bed, with extra fluffy pillows to support his body, and his head resting on his lap. “Thank you, Dean. I love you…very much.”
Dean kissed the top of his head. “I love you too, Colton.”
They watched TV and Dean ran his fingers through Colton’s hair, letting him drift off to sleep.
He assessed Colton’s injuries while he slept —there were so many cuts and bruises all over his beautiful body— he imagined how painful it must have been for Colton to endure.
Sure, Colton was built like a brick wall, but those hits had to have hurt something fierce. And Dean couldn’t fathom that level of pain.
He could barely stub his toe or have a hangnail without turning into a whimpering baby.
Meanwhile, Colton looked like he had gone over Niagara Falls in an innertube and just shrugged his shoulders like it’s no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it sure as hell looked like it from Dean’s perspective.
Dean smiled in admiration of Colton’s strength, his ability to get hit by a bus and stand up and say ‘that all you got?’ with a smirk. He nestled down into Colton’s side and wrapped his arms around his beautiful, bruised boyfriend.
***
Colton
For the next forty-eight hours, Dean tended to Colton’s injuries, ensuring they were clean and dressed. Each time Dean began to fuss over him, Colton laughed. “You know, we have a whole staff of trainers at the facility that will do this for me?”
Seeing Dean so distraught over some minor injuries made Colton’s heart ache. And, in the grand scheme of football injuries, these were really fucking minor. Granted, they looked awful, but they looked much worse than they actually were…just a few cuts and bruises.
And truth be told, if Colton had seen Dean in this state, he would have been a muttering, blubbering mess too. So, he got why Dean was emotional.
His soul soared at the thought of Dean caring for his injuries and deeply dedicated to his well-being. Had this ever happened before? He didn’t think so. Hell, Colton couldn’t even remember his own parents being this emotional or invested when he was injured.
And that told him all he needed to know…Dean was the person he would grow old with, if he had any say in the matter.
Colton still went to practice each day, however the coaches let him take it easy, to allow his wounds to heal before the game this coming Sunday.
Colton stepped into the loft after practice on Tuesday and dropped his bag onto the foyer floor.
He spied Dean milling around the kitchen, swaying his hips to the music thumping through the loft.
He wore a tight tank top and a tight pair of short shorts that looked like they stepped right out of the 70’s…
with just a hint of ass cheek hanging out the bottom.
Colton’s dick twitched. As much as he'd tried to start things over the last two days, Dean wouldn’t allow them to fuck around because of his injuries. And Colton was primed and ready to make up for lost time.
He swooped into the kitchen and grabbed Dean around the waist from behind as he yelped in surprise.
“Well, hello!” Dean giggled.
“Hi.” Colton nipped the side of his neck. “Those shorts are sinful. You need to take them off…now.” He growled seductively.
“Is that right?” Dean writhed his ass against Colton’s crotch. “I think I might need some help…they’re awfully tight.”
“Hmmm…I noticed that. I’m genuinely concerned they’re cutting off your circulation,” Colton whispered, his lips grazing the shell of Dean’s ear.
Dean shivered and whipped around to face Colton. “Maybe just a little. But first…off with your shirt.”
Colton lifted his t-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the kitchen counter, and Dean inspected his arms and torso.
“Your cuts and bruises are looking better.” Dean smiled, gently kissing one of the light purple bruises.
“Yeah, I feel much better! And I’m ready for action.” He waggled his eyebrows.
“Good.” Dean draped his arms over Colton’s shoulders, kissing his mouth. “Now, why don't you take me to bed, whip out your massive cock, and take me to Pound Town.”
Colton grinned, lifting Dean off the floor with his hands under his thighs, his eyes glimmering.
“Ooh, I love Pound Town! It’s my favorite place.
” He carried Dean across the loft and tossed him on the bed before straddling him, sitting on his hips, lacing their hands together, and kissing his nose. “What would I do without you?”
“Let’s never find out, shall we?” Dean smiled.
“I’m down with that.” Colton sweetly kissed him and the flame began to grow. Dean opened his lips to allow Colton’s tongue to dance with his. Colton slowly rolled his hips, creating delicious friction between their cocks.
“I love you so much.” Colton breathed against his lips. “I missed this.”
“It’s only been a few days.” Dean snickered with an eye roll.
“Too damn many.” Colton continued to grind into him, roaming his hands over his nipples and torso, claiming his mouth with a deep kiss.
Dean let out a deep moan. He’d missed those moments as much as Colton, and he was ready for him to devour every inch of his body.
Colton pulled away to rip off Dean’s tank top, inspecting his crazy little short-shorts with another chuckle. “You knew what these would do to me.”
Dean sported an evil grin. “Maybe…just wanted you to have a nice view when you got home.”
“There’s another view I need to see.” Colton slid the shorts down his legs, allowing Dean’s cock to slap against his belly.
Colton quickly stripped off his clothes and pulled Dean farther up the bed before straddling him again, taking both their cocks into his hand, and lunging forward to claim another scorching kiss.
Dean groaned into his mouth, grinding their cocks together in Colton’s hand.
After a few moments of heavy kissing and grinding, Colton quickly spun around and planted his knees on each side of Dean’s head before diving onto his cock, taking it straight to the back of his throat and holding it there a few moments before quickly lifting off, running his slick tongue around the head, and settling into a frantic rhythm.
Dean paused at his current position, then licked Colton’s cock from tip to root, moving over his balls and back to the tip, caressing his ass and fingering around his hole. Colton groaned with Dean’s dick deep in his throat, and he felt Dean shiver beneath him.
Colton’s movements became faster, more erratic.
He took Dean’s cock deep in his throat as he began thrusting his hips, fucking Dean’s face.
Dean groaned and smacked Colton’s ass, something they’d only recently discovered he really enjoyed.
Colton’s hips jerked forward with the slap; his moans and whimpers coming faster and faster as he licked and sucked the thick cock in front of him.
Colton was getting close, and he knew by the sounds and movement that Dean was right there with him. They hadn’t been together that long, but they had had a lot of practice in this whole sex thing, and they were perfectly in sync, ready to blow.
Dean lurched upward, taking Colton’s cock all the way to the root, burying his face into his balls. Colton exploded in his throat with a roar that would make any werewolf jealous. Dean followed closely behind and Colton swallowed and lapped every drop of his salty cum.
With his legs quivering, Colton slowly lifted his knee away from Dean’s head and turned to snuggle into his neck. Dean pulled him close and kissed his forehead.
“That was amazing.” Colton nuzzled his neck.
“Fuck yeah it was!” Dean pecked his cheek. “Two days of no sex turned you into a beast! Maybe I should hold out more often?” Dean snickered.
“Oh, hell no!” Colton shoved his shoulder. “Only if I’m injured.” He nestled back into Dean’s side. “It’s too good not to have it every day.”
Dean shrugged. “Hmmm. Still, it was pretty hot. How crazed would you be if I made you wait a week?” He looked down at Colton with a grin.
In one quick motion, Colton leapt on top of Dean, finding the ticklish spot just under his ribs.
He had accidentally discovered Dean was ticklish a couple of months back, as they were horsing around in the pool.
He had touched just the right spot under a rib, and Dean yelped and shot across the pool from him.
Colton was immediately hooked. He carefully chose opportunities to terrorize Dean with a tickle attack whenever he could, and Dean was helpless against it.
“You hold out on me and I tickle you until you put out!”
Dean writhed and struggled underneath Colton as he increased the tickling intensity. Dean giggled uncontrollably, struggling futilely under Colton’s probing fingers.
“Okay, fine…fine! No more hold outs.” Dean’s breath began to settle as Colton ended his tickle blitz and rolled to his side.
“Besides, I get a little something out of it too. I can’t deny my needs.” He laughed into Colton’s hair.
Colton dragged his nose along the side of his neck. “Damn right, you can’t get enough of this dick. You ready for another round?”
Dean pulled his face back enough to look at him.
Colton raised an eyebrow. “We’ve got to make up for lost time.”
“Yes, we do.” Dean giggled and smashed their lips together.