A shrill alarm clock wasn't what Jaime needed this morning. His hand peeked out from under his covers to grope the nightstand for his phone. Once he found it, he turned it off and slowly lowered the blankets. The sun was annoyingly bright today. He managed to find the energy to sit up and swing his legs off the bed. He saw his phone buzz with an appointment he had typed into the calendar a week ago.
Alert: New Client Today! Olympic Track and Field Runner!
Jaime groaned; he had forgotten about the new client he was going to have to help today. He scratched his face and realized that he needed a quick shave before hopping into the shower. He dragged his feet into the kitchen of his apartment and started his coffee pot before making his way to the bathroom. Once his morning rituals were finished, he stepped into his kitchen dressed in his blue scrubs. Kord Physical Therapy wasn't exactly his dream job, but the pay was good, and his boss was easy going. He pulled on his lanyard, a black strip of cloth with a design sporting blue beetles, an idea to give all the employees their own animal, and when Jaime got the job there, the one that was left was the blue beetle. He checked the time, downed his coffee, and grabbed a packet of pop-tarts on his way out the door.
Jaime walked into the physical therapy building just in time. Traffic was way too slow for his liking, but thankfully he got up on his first alarm.
"Good morning Jaime," Megan said from the receptionist desk. Her short cropped red hair, freckles, and bright smile were always there to greet people as they came into the building.
"Buenos días Megan," Jaime replied and smiled back. He walked further in, past the gym and back into the break room. He put his keys and wallet in his locker. ¡Órale! Oh course I forgot to pack a lunch, he thought to himself as he walked out of the break room. He saw his boss talking to an older looking man by the front door. They seemed to be in some sort of serious conversation, with a young man sitting in a wheelchair nearby looking around anxiously.
Dr. Kord saw Jaime appear from the back and waved him over to them. "And this is Jaime Reyes," Kord announced as Jaime walked up to them. "He's our newest staff member, but he specifically trained in sports medicine and injuries so he's exactly what you're looking for." Kord sounded like he was trying to really talk up Jaime.
"He seems kind of young," the older man skeptically said as he eyed up Jaime.
"I assure you Mr. Crandall," Dr. Kord reassured. "Mr. Reyes knows what he's doing and graduated at the top of his class. Mr. Allen will be in good hands."
"Alright," Mr. Crandall relented. He turned to face the young man in the wheelchair. "Don't push yourself too hard, we can't have you furthering your injury. But make sure to do good progress today, I'll be back for you at lunch." Mr. Crandall disappeared out the door after that.
"So Mr. Allen," Dr. Kord began, now that he could talk to the client freely.
"Please," Bart said with a bashful smile. "Call me Bart. Mr. Allen is my grandpa."
Jaime couldn't help but blush slightly at that smile. What am I thinking?! Jaime chastised himself. He's a patient, I need to keep this professional.
"Ok Bart," Dr. Kord corrected with a smile. "Let's get you and Jaime to a table and he can begin your stretches. Jaime, if you could?"
Jaime moved behind Bart's wheelchair and pushed him over to a cushioned exam table, set up at the back of the large gym. Jaime then helped Bart stand up, whose legs were a little wobbly, and he noticed the slightest wince when Bart stood up. After laying Bart down on the table, Jaime moved the wheelchair away from the table.
"Now that you're all situated Bart," Dr. Kord said with his professional smile. "I'll let Jaime get to work. Let me know if you need anything." Dr. Kord took his leave and walked back to his office.
"Now then," Jaime said once he and Bart were alone. His voice wavered slightly as he was left alone with a handsome man win a simple t-shirt and gym shorts. "We're going to start with some leg stretches." Jaime stepped up beside him and grabbed Bart's right foot, raising Bart's leg to a full 90-degree angle from the table.
Bart again winced as his legs as his leg was moved.
"I'm sorry," Jaime quickly apologized and went to put his leg back down.
"It's alright," Bart quickly jumped in, putting on a fake smile through his grimace. "I'm just very tight, keep going."
Jaime continued with the stretch. He put his shoulder against the back of Bart's knee to keep tension on Bart's hamstrings and thigh muscles. He put his right hand on Bart's shin and his left hand on the table next to Bart to keep himself braced. "Mind telling me how you got this injury?" Jaime tried to put on a small smile to keep Bart at ease.
"Excessive training," Bart smiled back. "I got a little overzealous to win a medal and pushed myself too hard."
"Overextending yourself will do that to you," Jaime chuckled. "So, what's it like running in the Olympic games?"
"Now as much fun as it looks," Bart chuckled back. "Lots of practice, sweat, and moving from hotel to hotel. Don't get me wrong, the sports are great, and competition is fun, but it's a lot of hard work."
"I get that," Jaime admitted. "You shouldn't be surprised to hear that most of our clients are athletes. You guys treat your bodies like temples, for the most part."
"For the most part?" Bart asked with a smirk. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"A lot of athletes have vices," Jaime said, while placing Bart's leg down on the table and moving to his other leg. "Smoking, drinking, drugs, women, everyone has something they need for release."
"Don't worry," Bart teased. "I don't like smoking, I only drink with friends and only in moderation, drugs are best if given by a doctor, and I'm not into women." Bart winked at Jaime.
"Good to hear," Jaime's blush betrayed his even tone. "By the way, women aren't all bad. Some of them are very attractive, but there are also very handsome men as well. Nothing wrong with keeping an open playing field."
"So Jaime," Bart said as he felt his leg muscles relax slightly. "How about you, any vices?"
"Just coffee," Jaime said with a warm smile. "Right now, I don't have time for anything else. I'm all work and no play right now."
"Any particular coffee?" Bart asked as Jaime massaged his leg muscles, creeping every closer to his crotch.
"Any coffee will do," Jaime replied. "But I love dark roast coffee with hazelnut creamer. Kind of reminds me of Nutella."
"Nutella is amazing!" Bart exclaimed, causing Jaime to jump a little.
"Ok," Jaime said as he straightened back up. "I'll need you to roll over, we're going to use an ultrasound machine to relax your muscles further."
"Aren't those for seeing babies?" Bart joked as he rotated onto his stomach.
"You aren't wrong," Jaime chuckled as he pulled up Bart's shorts to expose Bart's thighs. "But they have a whole lot of other uses than just that. Pain management is one of them. Just a warning, the gel is cold." Jaime warned him just as he placed the gel on Bart's legs.
"Wow!" Bart jumped at the cold gel on his legs. "You weren't kidding. Maybe buy me dinner the next time you lube me up."
Thankfully, Bart was face down on the table, so he couldn't see Jaime's raging blush. But Jaime did have to admit to himself that Bart had a nice ass. People who worked on their leg muscles always had a nice ass, but Bart's ass was something different, and Jaime took a moment to admire it.
"Going to use the machine now?" Bart asked as he peeked his head back to glance at Jaime. "Or is drool part of the gel process?"
"Sorry," Jaime quickly ducked his head and grabbed the ultrasound head. His blush spread across his whole face, up to his ears, and down his neck.
"I don't mind," Bart admitted and locked eyes with Jaime. "You're not bad to look at yourself."
Jaime kept his blush but could see that Bart was also blushing. The two of them moved through the motions of basic stretches for the day, both with just manual stretching and with resistance bands. Jaime seeing the limits of Bart's muscles and Bart attempting to push past those limits.
Mr. Crandall reappeared just before lunch, wanting to see some of Jaime's work in action. He nodded his head as he watched the second round of massage and ultrasound therapy, giving a slight grunt of approval. Jaime noticed that Bart closed up a little more as his coach came into the building.
"See you tomorrow?" Jaime asked as he helped Bart get back into his wheelchair.
"You can count on it!" Bart replied with an excited smile. "Tomorrow will be totally crash!"
"I'll take your word for it," Jaime chuckled as he wheeled Bart over to Mr. Crandall and watched them walk out the door.
"Everything good?" Dr. Kord asked as he approached Jaime.
"Yes doctor," Jaime answered and looked over at his boss. "His injuries aren't too bad, minor bruising and some sprains, but easy enough to work through."
"Good to hear," Dr. Kord replied. "Keep up the good work." Dr. Kord walked towards the gym to talk to various patients and employees.
"I saw how you looked at him," Conner, Jaime's next patient said to him as he stood up from the waiting room. Conner was a professional bodybuilder and had pulled a muscle lifting weights past his limits.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jaime blushed as he walked towards the gym with Conner. He got Conner lined up with some resistance bands, while he worked on some making him some new therapy puddy.
"Well, when it comes to my ultrasound therapy, make sure you keep your drool to yourself," Conner teased as he began his workout.
Jaime's day moved quickly passed as he moved from patient to patient, even though his mind was still on his first patient of the day.
Jaime had trouble sleeping that night, as his mind kept drifting to the short brown hair and toned ass of Bart. The way he smiled at Jaime and talked so easily with him. He knew this was going to be a problem, but he had to get to sleep, he had another long day of work ahead of him and needed to be reenergized. So he forced his eyes closed and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The Next Day
Jaime's alarmed blared again the next morning. He reached over and turned it off but made the fatal mistake of continuing to lay in bed. Next thing he knew, his mind woke him up abruptly and he pulled his phone close to him. He only had 2 minutes to leave for work. He jumped out of bed, sprayed deodorant on and threw on new clothing before running out the door. His alarm had interrupted a good dream, which was slowly fading from his mind, but he knows that Bart was the central focus of it.
He quickly pulled into the parking lot of his job and made his way into the break room. He forgot to grab a lunch again and the coffee pot was empty. It was going to be a long day. He made his way out to the gym area and saw Mr. Crandall dropping Bart off again. Bart had a coffee cup in his hand and Jaime was immediately jealous. But he bit back his irrational anger, it's my own fault for turning my alarm off anyway, and put on a smile before approaching Bart.
"Good morning!" Bart said with a big smile and leaned back in his wheelchair.
"¡Buenos días!" Jaime replied with forced energy. His smile was genuine, and he was very happy to see Bart again, he just didn't have the energy to deal with people yet.
"Bad night?" Bart asked with a raised eyebrow, but he still wore his mischievous smirk.
"I turned my alarm off this morning," Jaime admitted. "So I missed my coffee this morning."
"Then I guess it's crash I brought you this," Bart announced as he handed Jaime the travel coffee cup as they came to a stop at the exam table.
Jaime paused before taking the cup from Bart. "Gracias." He brought the cup close to his nose and smelled the hazelnut scent wafting out. "You even got hazelnut creamer." Jaime's mind fog kept him from remembering all the conversations from yesterday.
"No doy!" Bart chuckled as he attempted to stand up out of his wheelchair. Jaime quickly sat his cup down and helped Bart onto the table. "You told me dark roast, hazelnut creamer. I can see our conversation was very important to you." Bart made sure to lay on the sarcasm and teasing this morning.
"I'm sorry," Jaime said as he began stretching Bart's legs. "I guess part of me is still in bed."
"Too bad all of you isn't," Bart said with an evil smirk.
"You know you're making this way more awkward than it has to be," Jaime replied with a beat red face and looking down at Bart's legs.
"Sorry," Bart said in a not-so-apologetic tone. "I've just learned that if there's someone you like you have to make it known that you like them. All this 'will they, won't they' bullshit is kind of annoying."
"Well," Jaime said and looked up at Bart. "Since we are in a professional setting, I just want to make it clear the flirting is alright, but I can't date you as long as you're a patient."
"Noted," Bart said with a triumphant smile. "Nice to know you're single by the way. We didn't quite make it to that yesterday."
"Yeah, you kind of retreated into your shell when your coach came in," Jaime noted, waiting to see Bart's reaction.
"He knows I'm gay," Bart shrugged. "It's not a secret, but he says that dating is a distraction from the gold, so he heavily frowns on it."
"That kind of sucks," Jaime said as he moved to Bart's other leg.
"Not very different from your situation," Bart admitted. "You said you were too busy for any vices and helping out a bunch of injured people probably doesn't do anything for your social schedule."
"It really doesn't," Jaime responded. "But I love helping, so I just keep doing it."
"By the way," Bart asked as he glanced at Jaime's lanyard. "What's with the bugs?"
"Oh," Jaime had forgotten about his lanyard as he glanced down at it. "It's Dr. Kord's idea. Everyone was assigned an animal. The one left when I got here was the blue beetle. Not sure why he had it, but it's what I got."
"Gotta say," Bart said as he reached to grab the lanyard to get a better look at it, but not pulling on Jaime's neck. "Blue's a good color on you. It contrasts your brown eyes nicely."
Both men blushed and locked eyes for a few seconds.
"Could you roll over?" Jaime asked, moving on to the ultrasound machine.
"Did you buy me dinner this time?" Bart joked as he still jumped at the gel.
"Maybe when you're not a patient anymore," Jaime chuckled.
"I'll hold you to it," Bart chuckled in response.
Jaime and Bart chatted each other up as they went through the motions of various stretches, exercises, and cool downs. Once Mr. Crandall appeared, Bart once again shut down slightly. Once Bart left, Jaime's day went smoothly, his following clients weren't as observant as Conner was the day before, so he got through with no teasing and his coffee from Bart gave him the energy he needed to get through it all.
The Next Day
The next morning was much smoother, he purposefully moved his phone out of arm's reach before he went to bed, so he had to get up to reach his alarm. He even managed to pack a lunch today, even if it was a simple sandwich and bag of chips.
As he walked into work, he was oblivious to his surroundings as he put his keys into his pocket and pulled his lanyard over his head.
"Look who finally showed up," came Bart's sassy voice as Jaime walked through reception.
"Why are you here so early?" Jaime asked with a smile as he stopped walking.
"Coach had a meeting to go to," Bart answered. "He needed to drop me off since he couldn't leave in the middle of the meeting."
"How long have you been here?" Jaime asked, his brow furrowed.
"About an hour," Bart said as he looked at his phone for his clock.
"Don't worry Jaime," Megan said from behind her counter. "I was already here and let him inside. He didn't have to wait outside."
"Thanks again!" Bart said happily.
"Not a problem!" Megan replied with glee.
"Well," Jaime said as he calculated things out. "Let me put me things down and then we can get to it. I want to put you on an exercise bike today. Don't worry, it's a recumbent seat, so you won't have to worry about balance or putting too much strain on your legs."
"Sounds crash," Bart smiled as he saw Jaime walk back towards the break room.
Jaime got Bart all positioned on the exercise bike. "Ok, we're just going to go at a slow pace today. We're not here to push you to your limits yet, just seeing your range of motion."
"I have to say, I'm pretty flexible," Bart winked at Jaime.
"I have no doubt about that," Jaime flirted back.
"Wow, making ground," Bart admired. "Usually, I just get a blush and avoiding eye contact."
"Like I said yesterday," Jaime clarified. "I'm fine with the flirting and now that I know you are flirting for sure, I don't mind flirting back."
"Nice to know the direct approach worked," Bart nodded as he began to slowly rotate his legs to peddle the bike.
"Ok, you're all settled," Jaime said as he saw the waiting room filling up with people. "I'm going to get the next patient lined up to start. Today's my busy day, so you're going to have to share me."
"I don't think I can do that," Bart teased. "I just got you to open up to me, my fragile ego can't handle the loneliness."
"Sorry Bart," Jaime teased back. "I like helping people. So, the more I help, the happier I am. I'll be back soon." Jaime walked off to get his next client set up on a balance ball.
Megan walked over to Jaime and whispered something in his ear. Bart could see Jaime physically deflate and move back to Bart. "What was that about?" Bart asked, with genuine concern in his voice.
"One of the other physical therapists, Dick, will be late today," Jaime admitted. "Thankfully none of his patients are new, so there's no need for constant supervision, but I need to cover the gym until he shows up. Think you're good here for a little while longer?"
"I'm totally crash," Bart said, although he could feel his legs progressively getting weaker.
"Gracias," Jaime said and patted his shoulder. He left to get the other patients started on their exercises. It was a full half-hour until Jaime could make his way back to Bart. "I'm so sorry," Jaime apologized as he motioned for Bart to stop peddling. Jaime lifted up one of Bart's legs and felt his muscles. "You've been at this for too long, let's get you over to the table for a massage."
"Excuse me!" A grumpy patient said from across the gym. "I've been doing this same thing for awhile now. When am I going to switch?"
"Go help them," Bart said with a smile. "I can rest here for a bit."
"Are you sure?" Jaime asked.
"Totally," Bart smiled at him.
Jaime moved to help the various patients with their exercises. Dick finally made his way into work and freed Jaime up to go back to Bart. Jaime helped Bart up to the massage table and worked on his sore muscles. Earning a relaxing groan from Bart. "Careful Bart," Jaime teased. "Or people will think something else is happening back on these tables."
"Let them," Bart teased back. "We're the two best looking people in here. They can handle feeling a little jealous at our gorgeous bodies."
"Well," Jaime said with an evil grin. "With how your muscles are right now, I wouldn't approve of doing much. You probably couldn't handle me right now."
"So you're a top?" Bart asked for clarification. "Good to know."
The two of them finished up their routine and when lunch came by Mr. Crandall didn't show up.
"Is your ride coming for you?" Jaime asked as he wheeled Bart back to the waiting room.
"He is probably just late," Bart dismissed.
"Ok," Jaime relented. "I'll keep an eye out over here just in case."
"Making sure no one moves in on your territory?" Bart teased.
"Partly," Jaime admitted and made his way back to the gym.
The rest of Jaime's work day passed, he eventually didn't see Bart in the waiting room and assumed the his coach had come to pick him up. When five o'clock rolled around, Jaime made his way to grab his things and walked into the waiting room. He saw Bart laying across the chairs, his phone in his hands, and his earbuds in his ears.
"What are you doing here?" Jaime said as he walked over to Bart and poked his shoulder.
"Oh," Bart said and pulled his earbuds out. "Hi Jaime, I guess my coach is still busy."
"Need a ride home?" Jaime asked.
"Sure," Bart said and typed up a quick text. "There I just told coach I'm heading to the hotel." Bart sat up and slid back into his chair.
Jaime pushed Bart's chair out to his car, helped Bart get situated into passenger seat, and folded his chair up into his trunk.
"You'll just have to let me know where your hotel is," Jaime said as he sat down and got buckled.
"I'll give you the directions as we go," Bart said with a smirk.
Jaime rolled his eyes, but started his car up and followed Bart's directions. After a few minutes, Bart led him to the drive through of McDonalds.
"This isn't your hotel," Jaime sighed as he rolled his eyes at Bart.
"No it's not," Bart said with a huge smile. "But I missed lunch and you owe me for all the gel for that machine. So we can just grab a few burgers and talk a bit before we make it to my hotel. You know, chill-hang."
"I don't know where you get your slang," Jaime chuckled but he pulled into the line for the drive through. The two of them got their food and Bart gave them the real directions to his hotel. The two of them finished their meals in the car and finished up their conversation. "Ok, let's get you up to your room." He unbuckled himself and moved to open his door.
"One second," Bart said and got Jaime's attention. When Jaime turned his head to look at him, Bart leaned forward and kissed Jaime. Jaime pushed deeper into the kiss, turning it into an all-out make-out session.
Their hands began exploring each other's bodies as their tongues began to search the other's mouth. Their breathing was shallow and captured between small breaks. They could feel their heartbeats growing stronger with the passing seconds as they delved deeper into each other.
"Wait," Jaime sighed as he pulled out of the kiss and pushed off Bart slightly.
"What?" Bart whined slightly as he looked into Jaime's eyes.
"You're still my patient," Jaime said, but kept his eyes locked onto Bart's. "I can't ethically do this right now. I do desperately want to do this, but I need to get you discharged from my care before this happens."
"Ok," Bart sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win this battle. "I guess it's fair, it's your job and all."
"Thank you," Jaime said and leaned back in for a small kiss. "Let's get you inside." Jaime pulled the wheelchair out of his trunk and helped Bart into it. Once he got him into the lobby, Mr. Crandall was there waiting for him.
"Thanks for bringing him back," Mr. Crandall thanked Jaime. "I didn't expect my meeting to go that long."
"Not a problem," Jaime said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow morning."
Jaime went back out to his car and drove back to his apartment. He couldn't control the intense beating of his heart as he laid in bed. His smile seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face and the taste of Bart's tongue was still in his mouth. He needed to get Bart fixed up and discharged so he could get that man in bed with him. He drifted off to sleep after setting his alarm and getting under his blankets.
The Next Day
The next morning Jaime had a spring in his step and made his way to work without any problems.
"Jaime!" Dr. Kord called as Jaime walked into the building. Jaime made his way over to his boss. "Mr. Crandall was very impressed with how you went above and beyond and brought Bart back to the hotel. He unfortunately found a therapist in Bart's hometown, so they won't need to pay for a hotel and a therapist."
Jaime could feel his heart sink knowing that Bart wasn't going to be there anymore.
"But," Dr. Kord continued, completely oblivious to the change in attitude. "Bart said he wanted to see you for dinner tonight. As a thank you for your services."
"Thank you Dr. Kord," Jaime said, keeping his disappointment contained.
"Keep up the good work," Dr. Kord said happily. "I see a promising future for you here."
Jaime went about his day, working with his clients and helping his coworkers since he didn't have any patients in the morning. But his mind wasn't completely focused on the task at hand as his mind kept drifting towards the very handsome and toned Olympic runner who was no longer his client. His day drifted on until he was able to leave work for the day. He showered at work really quickly and switched into his spare set of clothes that he kept at work, a simple black shirt, a pair of jeans, and a grey hoodie. He drove over to Bart's hotel and found him in the lobby sitting on one of the couches, a pair of crutches sitting next to him.
"No wheelchair today?" Jaime asked with a smirk on his face.
"Mr. Crandall doesn't want my legs to go completely stiff," Bart answered and rolled his eyes.
"Then maybe he shouldn't know that something else is going to get very stiff tonight," Jaime teased as he helped Bart to his feet. He pulled Bart into a kiss, making sure to grab Bart's ass while he did so. "I can't believe I can do this now," he chuckled as he pulled out of the kiss.
"Want some room service instead of a nice restaurant?" Bart asked in a cocky tone.
"Sounds good to me," Jaime purred back to him.
They made their way to the elevator and worked their way up to Bart's room. Bart opened the door and Jaime saw a clean and put together hotel room with a king-sized bed.
"So, what food do you want to order?" Bart said as if he completely forgot about the purpose they set to be there. He grabbed the menu for room service on his nightstand.
"You're serious right now?" Jaime asked in disbelief, staring at the stunning man sitting on the bed before him.
"I'm totally serious!" Bart defended himself with gusto. "If what is about to happen happens, we are going to need to energy. Plus, it takes like an hour to get here, so we can order, do what we're going to do, eat some food off each other, then go for round two." Bart winked at Jaime and then continued to flip through the menu.
Jaime snorted as he laughed. "If you're goal is to eat food off of each other, then you'll want finger food."
The two of them sat down and figured out what they wanted. Once Bart called and placed their pretty lengthy order, paid for by Jaime, since Bart reminded him that if lube was involved then Jaime would have to pay, Bart hung up the phone and the two of them went to work. Tongues began exploring their mouths and hands began feeling their way across their bodies. Bart pushed Jaime down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.
When Jaime's hands found their way to Bart's ass, Bart let out a groan. Jaime made sure to slip his hands under the belt and waistline of Bart's pants, not wanting the cloth to get in the way. Jaime's hands stopped there, admiring the toned muscles and the fact they were the perfect size for his hands.
Bart's hands crept up under Jaime's shirt. He enjoyed the journey up Jaime's defined abs and chest, finding their resting place on Jaime's pecs. As Bart pressed down and pushed himself closer to Jaime, Jaime moaned into Bart's mouth.
The two of them were busy getting to know each other, in a way far deeper than they had known anyone else.
Bart pushed off Jaime, breaking up their kiss and pushed the sleeves of Jaime's hoodie off his arms. Then he grabbed the bottom of Jaime's shirt and pulled it up and over Jaime's head, freeing those taught muscles from their prison.
Jaime looked up at Bart with lust filled eyes and returned the favor, removing Bart's shirt in a swift motion and gazing at Bart's fit body. It was the toned body of an athlete, but the lean muscle of a runner, which drove Jaime crazy with lust. He grabbed onto Bart's hips and pivoted quickly, forcing Bart onto the mattress and coming down on top of him. He bent down and sucked on the skin of his neck, aiming to leave a nice reminder of this evening on Bart's white flesh.
Bart let out a small yelp as he was forced down onto the mattress, but his throat quickly let out moans of ecstasy as Jaime applied pressure with his mouth. Bart leaned his head back and simply closed his eyes to try and remember everything about this evening, his hands running through Jaime's short hair as he did.
Jaime's hands were still firmly holding onto Bart's hips, but then his body decided to carry things in their natural progression, and he began to grind into Bart. Their crotches rubbing against one another through their clothes. The two of them began to moan in unison as their bodies began to give into their natural desires for one another. Jaime's hands let go of Bart's hips and fumbled a bit with Bart's belt, but Bart moved his hands down to assist. Jaime pulled away from Bart, gaining a small desperate look from Bart for pulling away, but he removed Bart's pants and went back to passionately making out with Bart. Since he was still standing he used his own hands to remove his own pants.
With less clothing between them, their dicks had next to no barriers between them and they could feel the other's rock are erections through their boxers.
"I forgot condoms," Jaime said abruptly as he pulled his mouth away from Bart's mouth.
"We don't need them," Bart pleaded. "I know you're the one for me. Besides, I don't have any diseases and who's getting pregnant?"
"Fair point," Jaime chuckled. "I'm also clean too."
"You're talking too much," Bart rolled his eyes.
"Sorry," Jaime said seductively. "Let me rectify that." He wrapped his arms around Bart's waist and picked him up, bringing him to make out again.
Bart wrapped his legs around Jaime's waist and put his arms around his shoulders to bring their chests together.
Jaime repositioned them properly on the bed, making sure Bart's head was on the pillows. Once they were firmly positioned, he let go of Bart's waist and used one hand to hold himself over Bart by anchoring it on the bed and the other hand made its way south to Bart's member. He grabbed onto the hard erection and began pumping him.
Bart closed his eyes tight; his body and mind being completely lost in all sorts of ecstasy. He moaned heavily into Jaime's mouth and his legs went lax to fall back onto the bed. His sports injury still wasn't completely healed, but he was willing to overlook the pain tonight. He returned the favor and moved his right arm off Jaime's shoulder to reach down to Jaime. He grabbed onto an impressively large dick. He hadn't seen it yet, but he could tell it was worth this injury.
The two of them pumped each other as they continued to passionately make out. Moaning into one another's mouths as they continued their work.
Eventually Jaime couldn't take it anymore and pulled back from Bart again. He vigorously removed Bart's boxers, revealing his dick, something Jaime had been longing to see since Bart first arrived at therapy. He then removed his own boxers, revealing to Bart what he brought to this party.
Bart used this opportunity to reach over into his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. "You did pay for dinner," he chuckled.
Jaime took the lube, put some on his fingers and went to work preparing Bart. When he stuck his first finger into him, Bart let out a groan. When Jaime felt he was ready, he progressed to two fingers, and then three fingers, making sure to do a scissoring motion to expand Bart as best he could. When he felt he was ready, he applied more lube to his hand and then rubbed it down the length of his dick. He lined up with Bart's ass and looked into Bart's eyes, the same eyes that were pleading with him to take him. Jaime pushed himself slowly into Bart, feeling every inch of Bart's ass clenching down on his erection. Jaime's vision blurred as his brain began to overload from the feeling of it all.
Bart threw his head back and let out a loud moan. He could feel Jaime working himself in slowly. He wanted all of Jaime now. He grabbed onto the bed with his hands and pushed himself down, forcing Jaime into him completely.
Jaime groaned as Bart finished his job for him and his animal instinct took over. He began thrusting into and out of Bart at a decent pace. Each time he entered, Bart let out a moan, letting him know that Jaime had found Bart's prostate. He mercilessly drilled into that same spot each time he thrust into him. Now that he knew where to strike and that Bart could handle him, he quickened his pace, thrusting into him mercilessly, skin slapping on skin as Jaime's pelvis met Bart's ass. Of course, Jaime didn't want to leave Bart without climaxing himself. He used the hand that still had lube on it and grabbed Bart's dick. He began pumping in time with his own thrusts.
Bart reclosed the distance between their mouths, restarting their intense making out. Jaime's dick was deep inside him, hitting his pleasure spot with each thrust, Jaime's hand was wrapped around his dick, bringing him closer to the edge with each passing stroke, and now their tongues were forcing their way into each other's mouths. It was nearly impossible to tell where one of them began and where the other one ended.
For what felt like an eternity in heaven, they both neared their climax. Jaime thrust into Bart more forcefully than he had before, exploding into the athlete's ass and filling him up with his seed. Bart's dick twitched in Jaime's hand, throwing cum up onto Bart's chest with each explosion. They both moaned more passionately than the had before into the other's mouth.
Jaime put a few more thrusts into Bart and pumped his dick a few more times before pulling out and pulling back from Bart. He laid on the bed next to Bart and pulled him close to him. The two of them snuggled up next to each other.
"I've waited a long time to do that!" Jaime panted out as Bart leaned into his side.
"Same here, that was totally crash," Bart panted back. He leaned up and kissed Jaime.
A knock on the door interrupted their kiss.
"I guess that's our food," Jaime chuckled.
"I'll get it," Bart answered. He stood up, allowing Jaime to admire him from the back, grabbed a robe to throw on and went to the door. Thankfully the door didn't have a direct line of sight to the bed. Bart turned around and carried two trays of food back to the bed. "Looks like our energy for round two is here."
"Then we better eat up," Jaime said smugly.
The two of them ate their food, some off each other, some out of the other's mouth. Then they had their way with round two, then round three, then their final round in the shower the next morning. Before leaving, thankfully it was the weekend, so Jaime didn't have to work but Bart still had to leave to go home, they exchanged phone numbers and promised to visit often. Later that day, Jaime looked for therapy jobs in Bart's home city, and apartments for rent. He knew he couldn't stay away from Bart for long and wanted to make sure they could have plenty of repeat performances of that night.