Hey guys, as if I didn't have my fingers in enough pies already, I've decided to add Ted Lasso to the collection, with my first Tedependant fic. And straight off the bat it's going to be a three part series.

Three seasons was NOT enough! I am shaking, crying, screaming, biting, clawing for more! Yet I know it will never be...so Fanfiction :D and on that note, we're gonna pretend that Ted didn't leave at the end of season three, with this series taking place in a figurative season four.
I am completely obsessed with Trent Crimm (/James Lance), seeing him on my dash was the whole reason I watched Ted Lasso to begin with, but I was in love with the show from the first episode.

Still finding my feet writing these characters, but I hope that I did them justice, let me know if you enjoyed it, much love xox

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They won! Richmond won the match, and it felt wonderful – not that it mattered if they won or lost, but it was certainly good for morale. The boys had gone out for a night on the town to celebrate after the usual locker room ruckus. The Boss and Keeley had buggered off for a girl's night of celebration, and Coach Beard had been lost to a prior commitment with Jane for the evening, which left Ted and Trent alone together for the entire night.

Ted sat down his keys on the kitchen bench and shimmied out of his jacket, laying it neatly over the back of a chair. Trent draped his own more haphazardly over the next one, and leant casually against it as his gaze followed Ted around the kitchen, that adorable smile on his face, and a look in his eyes that Ted didn't feel worthy of.

They'd gone to the pub for a few pints with Mary and the supporters, but after a couple of drinks Trent's subtle flirtations were making his cheeks a rosy red that he couldn't blame on the alcohol, and there was a tension growing between them like the air before a storm. Now that they were back at Ted's apartment, he was growing anxious – not like when he had a panic attack though, lord, that would be a right mood killer he reckoned.

It must've shown, because suddenly Trent had made his way around the island bench and had gently gripped Ted's wrists, forcing him to pause in what he was doing, and focus on the charming man in front of him.

"I was going to grab us a couple more beers, but I can-"

Ted was cut off by Trent's incredibly soft, full, dry lips on his own, and after a moment of shock – that he wasn't sure would ever go away when Trent kissed him – he responded in kind. His hand twitched, wanting to touch Trent, to hold his sharp hips, or burrow in his luscious hair, but his wrists were still trapped. Then a hot wet tongue flicked against his lips, and pulled away, the rush of cool air making him open his eyes, an embarrassing whine getting strangled in his throat.

The corner of Trent's mouth ticked up in sexy, knowing, little smirk, and Ted bit his lip. Trent's smirk reached his eyes, and they sparkled with it as he spoke, "Mmm, I think I've had enough beer…but I wouldn't mind another taste of you, Coach Lasso."

Ted just nodded a little too fast, his brain ceasing to function for a good few seconds, as Trent tugged him out of the kitchen and onto the comfort of the couch. Suddenly, Ted found himself with a lapful of Trent Crimm, who was tucking his gorgeous locks behind his ears, heated gaze focused solely on the coach.

Aware that he was able to move his hands of his own accord again, Ted allowed his fingertips to trail down the bumps of Trent's ribs, and ended up settling on jutting hips. Meanwhile, Trent's right hand had come up to cup his jaw, thumb tracing Ted's bottom lip feather light, making Ted forget to breathe.

"I'd wanted to kiss you since we had dinner together, despite almost losing our sense of taste to chilli, I was intrigued by you, infatuated, even then," Trent admitted, voice low.

Ted swallowed, and in doing so rediscovered his lungs, "Well, you know I liked ya, always did, but I neither knew that what I felt was…more special, nor did I know that I wanted to kiss your adorable face 'til I did it."

Trent gave a little chuckle, "I don't know who was more surprised; you, me, or the team."

"I'm not sure either, but it certainly wasn't Coach Beard," Ted replied, relaxing into the couch a little more, his thumbs rubbing circles into Trent's hips through the material of his high waisted trousers.

"No, that man is disturbingly perceptive at times," Trent agreed. "However, I am immensely grateful that you did kiss me in the office that day," he added with a heartfelt, albeit seductive, smile, inching his face closer to Ted's with each word until the tips of their noses rubbed together.

Ted could feel Trent's warm breath on his skin, could smell that musky, yet floral, cologne that the man wore, and before he knew it, he'd surged forward and caught Trent's lips in his own. Trent hummed in approval, kissing him back with fervour, and drawing his bottom lip into his mouth to suck on.

"Ah," it was little more than a breathless sound, that was quickly swallowed as Trent's tongue chased the noise into Ted's warm mouth.

Lord, kissing Trent was fantastic, it was thrilling, and intense in a way that made his tummy flop, and sparks run down his spine. He felt a bit like a teenager; kissing his first crush, and discovering new feelings and sensations in doing so.

They clutched at each other, pulling the other closer, mouths crushed together, eyes closed, fingers tight in material, hair, and skin. Then one of those hands had snuck up under Ted's shirt, fingers dancing up the soft flesh of his stomach and chest, and that was when he realised how much heat was pooling in his nether regions, and just how damn close their groins were to rubbing on each other.

Panic rose in Ted, and he pulled out of the kiss panting, eyes wide. Within moments that panic was replaced by the panic that he was about to have a panic attack, and that was a mighty lot of panic over something that he shouldn't be panicking about. Oh no, was panic even a word anymore?

And then just as quick as it had come, Ted's breathing calmed, and the pressure in his chest eased, the ringing that had started in his ears dissipated. There was nothing to stress about, he was safe with Trent, he knew that, so what the heck brain?

"Ted? Ted, are you okay?" Trent's voice was gentle, but full of concern when Ted came back to reality enough to hear it.

"Agh, sugar honey iced tea. I'm sorry, Trent, I don't know why I panicked," Ted scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. He needed to figure it out, he had to be honest with himself, and Trent, "…this…this is still so new to me, not just us, but that I like men as well as women."

"It's okay, Ted, we can slow down," Trent soothed, "I suppose I did get a bit excited there. I don't want to push you into anything before you're ready. Would you like me to get off you?"

They could slow down, Trent had said so, his brain had set off the red alert, and yet, he didn't want to. He wanted all of this and more with Trent, and he didn't want to wait until his brain caught up with the fact that he was very likely falling in love with a man.

"No, no, I want you to stay right here, please," he requested, determined. "You excite me, you make me feel in a way that I haven't in a long time. I-I guess I hadn't thought about the logistics of the more physical elements of dating a fella," Ted admitted, feeling slightly sheepish.

"Ah, I understand," Trent smiled, "and I'm happy to know that you feel that way, but we can just kiss for now if you want to...and you can decide when you're ready for more, whether that's in an hour, or a year."

"Uh, yeah, okay...let's do that," Ted agreed, feeling less apprehensive and guilty after talking it out.

"It's okay to be nervous, Ted," he took one of Ted's hands in his own, "truth be told, I haven't had a chance to experience this much for myself either," Trent confessed coyly.

Ted's mouth shaped into a surprised 'o' and he made a similar sound to match.

"We'll figure it all out together, in as much time as you need," Trent promised, rubbing his fingers soothingly against Ted's.

A weight he didn't know had been there, seemed to lift with the knowledge that Trent was little more experienced than he was in this area, "I gotta say, that kinda makes me feel a bit better."

Trent gave him that adorable little smirk again, "I thought it might," he said, staring into Ted's eyes.

With that one look the world appeared to right itself again, and he felt at ease; just a night in with Trent, exploring their new relationship, and pushing the boundaries of what they each were, to reshape them both into something new, something better.

Ted brought his hand up to tangle in those beautiful tresses, and slowly pulled Trent down into another kiss, this one long, and languid, but no less passionate than the last.