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Solitary Togetherness	By : simplysakka Category: Individual Celebrities > Brady Quinn Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Brady Quinn or Jay Cutler, this is entirely a work of fiction, and I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Brady Quinn had never been so terrified in his entire life.
Of course, Brady Quinn had also never been so turned on in his entire life, either.
After the initial shock of feeling Jay’s mouth hot on his, lips, teeth, tongue, everything, it seemed very natural, this feeling, all the sensations that came with kissing Jay… Brady groaned loudly and slid his hands into Cutler’s soft brown hair. He felt Jay gasp at the sensation as the two continued their soul-deep, passionate mouth play. Jay was literally clutching Brady’s shirt, dragging him closer and Brady’s fists tugged on Jay’s locks to pull his head impossibly nearer.
Brady felt like being in the same space with the other quarterback at this moment wouldn’t be close enough.
Their bodies pressed together urgently, and Brady knew he was hard as a rock. Along with that hardness was a churning heat deep in his belly, a heat that burned to be relieved. He felt Jay’s erect manhood pressing firmly against his leg, and the two men couldn’t help but rub together in their desire… His fear melted as his ecstasy grew. Brady needed Jay now in the worst way, but he had no idea what to do with him but kiss him and lick his mouth and push against him with his ever-growing need. Jay seemed to understand this, as he released Quinn’s shirt and began caressing his shoulders and back, slowing his kisses down in intensity and locking eyes with the trembling young man in his arms.
“It’s…it’s okay…” Jay whispered, gently, bringing his hand to slide affectionately down the other quarterback’s cheek.
“I…I… I feel like an idiot…” Brady gasped, still shivering with his need and fear. “I’ve—I’ve never---“
“I know,” Jay murmured quickly, and kissed him again. Peppering his mouth with kisses and bites, Jay slid his face across Brady’s and whispered in his ear, “It’s fine, it’s going to be fine. Do you know somewhere we could go?”
Brady took deep, pulsating breaths to try and calm his need, and then gasped, “My dorm mate is…always there. We … we could get a room…”
“I was gonna anyway…” Jay whispered quickly. “The Quality Inn near the airport… Do you know where—“
“Yeah, I know it… C’mon, my truck is not too far from here.”
Brady pulled Jay back into another quick, deep kiss, and Jay slid his hands down Brady arms and before they knew it, they were clasping hands. ‘God, his mouth is so hot,’ Brady thought… ‘He tastes so good…’ Jay broke the kiss and smiled at Brady (‘God, that smile again!’) before the two dashed out into the rain. Brady led the way, sprinting and splashing, followed closely by Cutler, dashing and splashing right at his heels.
They reached Brady’s truck in only a few minutes, and Brady struggled with his keys and unlocked the cab. The men jumped in, soaked again, but that didn’t faze them in the slightest – they immediately fell upon each other again, exchanging hot, wet kisses, moaning into each other’s mouths, the few moments it took to get them there far too long for them to have been apart.
Jay ran his fingers deeply into Brady’s dark brown tresses and pulled his face closer. Brady’s eyes fluttered at all the sensations, so new, so forbidden, and his heart hammered as he slipped his tongue deeply into Jay Cutler’s mouth, the other quarterback pulling it in and sucking on it, moaning…
“Mmmm…Mmmmoh…ohhh God,” Brady breathed as they broke the kiss. “I think I’m going to die…”
“I know,” Jay whispered, smiling. “You won’t… I promise…” Jay nibbled Brady’s lips and the two were passionately kissing again in moments.
“Ohhhhhhh…” Brady moaned as Jay’s hand slipped down and grabbed his hardness through his shorts. “Jesus FUCK!” Brady responded by sliding his hand tentatively along Jay’s inseam and fly, feeling the heat of the bulge beneath. His hand shook and Cutler gently placed his hand on top of Brady's and caressed it supportively.
Jay squeezed him and then slid back, pulling himself forcibly and unwantingly from Quinn’s awkward grasp. “There’s a lot to show you… A lot…”
Brady started up the truck, still panting, and glanced sideways at Jay. “You’ve … You’ve done this before?”
As they pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street, Jay sat back and lifted his hand to his lips, chewing his fingers nervously. “Yeah. Yeah… Once.”
Brady nodded as he turned onto South Michigan Street and then made the right turn onto 20 toward the hotel. He had never wanted anything so badly in his life. In fact, he was wondering at this moment if he wanted Jay Cutler as much as he wanted a career with the NFL.
They were at the hotel in five minutes. Jay told Brady to pull up in front and he’d get the room. While Cutler checked them in, Brady sat at the wheel of his F-150 and had a minor nervous breakdown.
‘Don’t think about this too much,’ Brady told himself, shaking. ‘Don’t…do it.’ But he couldn’t help it. He’d never even thought about kissing a guy, and here he was, making out with the starting quarterback for Vanderbilt, one of Notre Dame’s biggest rivals! What had gotten into him?
He couldn’t help but think about the feelings he had that led up to the explosion under the practice field bleachers. The way Jay had looked at him all night. The way Brady had felt in his stomach…all night. And most importantly, the way Jay had felt in his arms. The way it felt to kiss him, hold him, press against him. Brady couldn’t deny it. He wanted this, and badly.
Did that make him a horrible person? He couldn’t bring himself to think it. He felt ashamed, not about what he was doing right now, but about the fact that he and his buddies in high school had picked on and reviled those they had considered queer. Now he wondered. Was he, Brady Quinn…? Again, he couldn’t bring himself to think it. He was so confused, and so scared, and yet, he couldn’t seem to get over the warmth and power and security he saw deep in Jay Cutler’s eyes. He had loved touching him…and wanted to touch more of him. He wanted him so badly, and yet, something deep within Brady kept clanging, “No, wrong, wrong, WRONG!” He slammed his fists down onto the steering wheel and for the second time that night, felt tears sting his eyes.
“Thanks,” Jay said to the desk clerk as he grabbed the key and practically ran out of the lobby and exited the front door.
But once outside, he did a double-take. Quinn’s truck was not parked where it was when Jay had gone inside. He scanned the front lot…nothing. He ran to the side and looked… No truck. He ran back to the other side ---
He was gone.
Crushed, Jay Cutler fell against the outside wall and slid down until he was sitting on the ground. He buried his head in his arms and tried to quell the sick feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.
“Oh God, not again,” he moaned. “Not again…”
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