Celebration

Jason could smell Tim across the room. Some may have considered the smell pretty rank, but to Jason it smelled like victory.

"State champs," he said quietly as he pushed forward toward Tim.

"Champs, Six," Tim answered as he looked down at his lover.

"I think it calls for celebration," Jason said, tipping his head toward the bed. He had barely been able to contain himself during the drive back from the stadium, but the mechanics of sex were hard enough right now, let alone figuring out how to do Tim in the back of his parents' Toyota Sienna.

"Too bad they gave us this room with just this one big king-size bed," Tim said.

Jason laughed, then watched as Tim pushed his dirty uniform and pads off the bed. The fullback pulled the sheets back, then leaned over and easily picked Jason up and laid him on the bed.

"Better be careful—I might get used to you doing that," Jason said as he settled himself on the pillows at the head of the bed. He pressed down in the bed with his mitted hands and began to sit up a bit so he could take off his shirt.

"Wait, I want to do that," Tim said as he sat on the bed next to Jason. He pulled up on the edge of Jason's polo shirt, running his fingers down Jason's chest.

Jason pushed his hands up against Tim's jersey. Tim wrapped his hands around Jason's, assisting him as the mesh jersey slid up Tim's ribs and over his head.

Jason whistled. "Wow, you took some hits." He pushed his hand down Tim's ribs, trying not to press too hard on the bruises that were rapidly forming.

"All worth it, Six."

"I wish I was out there with you," Jason responded.

"Me too," Tim said as he leaned in and kissed Jason. "But you were there, Six. Really—you were out there with all of us. It's why we won."

Jason knew what Tim meant, but it wasn't why he said it. Jason wanted to be back out there on the field, running and throwing the ball as much as he wanted to be pushing Tim onto this bed and having his way with him.

Tim kept kissing Jason while moving his hands down to Jay's pants, slowly unzipping them and pulling the pants down Jason's legs and over his feet. Jason watched as Tim broke the kiss so he could remove Jay's boxers, then gently slide the catheter off Jason's body. The first few times they'd been together after the accident, Jason could tell Tim was scared of the device, but now it seemed like second nature to him.

Tim quickly pulled his own pants off, his dick springing free. He knelt on top of Jason, his erection playing across the sensitive spots of Jason's chest. Jason leaned forward, tasting the soft skin on the tip.

"Put that state trophy in the case," Jason ordered.

Tim looked at him for a moment, then laughed. "That's unbelievably cheesy, Six."

But it was what Jason wanted. He couldn't feel Tim inside of him anymore but he could feel Tim's arms around him and his body pulsing against Jason's.

Tim gently moved Jason onto his side and tucked himself behind. Jason listened as Tim squirmed on the bed.

"You finding the key for that case back there, Riggins?" he asked, cracking himself up with the bad sports metaphor.

"Good god, Six. Keep this up and I'm dumping you for Saracen," Tim said as he settled in against Jason's body.

Jason felt the first deep thrust as his body was pushed against the soft pillows, his hands sliding down near his groin. He pushed his fingers against the soft skin, willing his own erection as Tim began to moan.

"State.

"Champs.

"Dillon.

"Panthers," Tim called out as he reached his peak then collapsed against Jason. Jason felt Tim slide his arm around Jason's body, then moved down, joining Jason in his efforts.

"Clear Eyes," Tim began as he massaged the head of Jason's dick.

"Full Hearts," Jason replied as he began to harden slightly.

"Can't Lose," they finished together.

FIN

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