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Solitary Togetherness	By : simplysakka Category: Individual Celebrities > Brady Quinn Views: 1110 -:- 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’s heart was pounding out of his chest. He felt like his entire body was vibrating with electricity. And he couldn’t take his eyes off Jay… Jay’s eyes remained locked with Brady’s, and all the while, his fingers continued to unzip his cargo shorts, slowly, slowly…
His thoughts were jumbled, his mind unfocused. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason, but right now, all he cared about what how he felt. How Jay made him feel. This sensation was more powerful than anything he’d ever known before, and it was as if he was seeing something amazing and incredible for the very first time, like a child’s first snowfall or the feeling one captures by regarding the ocean in its vastness for the first time ever.
Cutler’s erotic touch all along his fly was setting his insides aflame, and Quinn could barely stand it. He was gasping with his desire, beads of sweat appearing on his brow and upper lip. As Jay reached the zipper’s end, he slid his hand inside to massage the rock-hard flesh underneath.
Brady let out a moan, trembling at Cutler’s gentle, yet firm, touch. He was feeling stab after stab of pleasure, and he had no idea how to handle it. It was as if the fire of his passion threatened to consume him, right then and there. Quinn grabbed Jay’s forearm in a tense grip, his eyes all ecstasy and longing, and Jay slid his hand down to grip the Notre Dame quarterback’s in a firm clasp.
“Trust me,” Jay whispered, and Quinn, mouth agape, nodded.
Brady’s iron-hard rod was straining against his boxer briefs and Jay gently slipped the cargo shorts down and off his legs. Brady willingly let them slide off, half-terrified and half-wanton in his insane desire for Cutler.
Jay slipped his hand back and forth across Quinn’s pelvis, squeezing his erection and fondling him all over through the cotton fabric of his briefs. He finally tucked his fingers under the waistband and tugged them off, Brady’s straining prick popping free.
Cutler’s eyes widened as he surveyed Brady’s beautifully erect member in all of its glory. “Oh…my… … My God,” Jay breathed.
“Yeah, tell me about it,” whispered Brady, barely able to manage the breath necessary to form words. He was trembling all over, his heart beating a frantic rhythm of need. His hand gripped Jay’s in a white-knuckled plea. “Jay… Please… touch me…”
Jay smiled down at Brady with that amazing flashing grin, and, sliding his hands across the taut flesh, gripped his cock with both hands, making Quinn’s eyes flutter and his breath quicken in his chest yet again. “God, you’re beautiful,” Jay hissed, as he glided his fingers down the shaft to the seam of Brady’s scrotum.
Brady made a strangling sound in his throat as he exhaled. He’d never felt anything like this before. He’d never been so sexually excited in his life before. And he couldn’t get his head around the fact that it was Jay Cutler, his rival team’s quarterback, who was touching him so erotically right now. He truly believed that before this night was over, his brain was going to explode.
So he figured he’d better enjoy it while it lasted.
Jay licked his lips and glanced at Brady, who nodded at him enthusiastically, and his head began to dip lower and lower toward Brady’s swollen lance. The moment seemed endless, and Brady Quinn felt like he was caught in a time warp, the cycle of time moving from moment to moment somehow elongated, like the moment between the skid and impact in a car crash, or the breathless series of split seconds after a dive before your body hits the water…
As Jay’s tongue darted out to touch the tip of his cock, Brady jolted and groaned, rolling his head from side to side. Before he knew it, Cutler was licking all over the shaft and all around the head, and Quinn knew he wouldn’t be long for this attention. Cutler was sucking, licking, sucking, rolling his tongue over the head, all around the sensitive membrane, down, up again, too much, too … much…
“Wait… Wait, Jay…wait…wait wait wait…” Quinn’s urgent whispers halted Cutler’s ministrations.
Jay licked his lips again and looked at Quinn expectantly, eyebrows raised. “Well, I… I’m not gonna last too long if you keep that up.” Brady smiled shyly and Jay beamed back.
“I get you. It’s okay. I just had to taste you.”
“Yeah…” Brady breathed, and pulled Jay closer so their mouths could again fuse together. “I’m ready to taste you again, too… That mouth…”
As the men slammed together, tongues danced, intertwined, probed, and the two football players were once again wrapped up in their mutual ardor.
For Jay, it was the realization of a long-lost dream, a fantasy come true, a painful journey’s end and a new beginning. For Brady, it was the opening of a part of himself he had never known before, the freeing of his soul, the unlocking of a once-forbidden door he’d never even thought to look behind.
Brady became braver as he slid his hands down Jay’s back and reached down to grab his firm, tight ass through his jeans. Jay responded by pulling back, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and ripping them off, exposing his boxer briefs. Brady sat up and pressed Jay back onto the bed, slipping his hands down Cutler’s sides and pulling the briefs off in one tug.
Jay’s member was just as hard and thick as Brady’s, and the two marveled at how similar they were in size, length, and width. Brady felt his heart flutter as he stared down the Vanderbilt quarterback spread out on the bed before him, as lovely as a Greek statue, but real, very real to him, warm, soft, hard, yielding and unyielding, and Brady’s brain once again felt like it was going to explode.
He’d never felt this way about a man before. But then again, there was no one quite like Jay Cutler. Oh yes. Jay Cutler was very different, indeed. Jay Cutler inspired things in Brady Quinn, feelings, urges, desires – things he’d never even understood or comprehended before.
The two came back together, Brady on top, both pressed tightly, their bodies slick from the sweat of their heat, their hips grinding together, cocks rutting and rubbing, and before long, the two of them were moaning and groaning loudly.
“Oh Jay,” Brady murmured, his voice heavy with lust, “I can’t take much more o’ this… Gonna…come soon…”
Jay responded by kissing Brady hard and rolling him over, sliding the two pricks together in his hand and jacking hard… They were both nearly breathless with their need, and Brady felt like his heart was going to throb through his ribcage and his lungs were going to implode. Jay’s breath had quickened to double-time as well, and before long, they were both loudly moaning…
“Oh shit, Jay, here it comes!” cried Quinn, and his stream jetted out across Cutler’s belly and chest. Jay was right behind him, groaning loudly like a grizzly bear, and his load spilled across Brady’s pecs and six-pack abs, shining like massage oil.
The two football players lay there together, each catching his breath and both winding down from their mutual climax. Brady had never experienced anything like it before. And he didn’t want to let go of Jay. And all of this seemed just fine at the moment, because Jay wasn’t letting go of him, either. He finally opened his eyes and looked up into Jay’s eyes, his gaze a mixture of uncertainty and wonder.
Jay looked back at him, his eyes full of yearning and something deeper. They stared at each other like that for a few moments, and finally, Jay said, in a voice just barely above a whisper, “What do you want, Brady? What do you really want?”
Brady smiled, looked down, and then back up again. His eyes met Jay’s in a resolute look, the uncertainty now gone.
“You. I want you, Jay Cutler. Now… And always.”
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