Hey guys! Back with more Tedependent for you all. I don't think these two are ever going to leave me alone again, and I can't say I'm mad about it.

This is for Lizzy0305 for putting up with me going insane over this show and pestering her until she watched it herself, at which time I was informed that she needed a fic where Ted came on Trent's glasses because of his initial compliment in the press room early on. And then a secondary circumstance where someone came on Ted's face. So of course, I have delivered on both. Oh and she also told me what the title was to be...ya know...cause of that line...

Hope you all enjoy it just as much, let me know if you did, much love xox

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"Oof! Ow! Oh, darn, oh boy," Ted hit the deck clutching his leg.

All of the boys rushed over to him at once, "Coach, Coach, you alright?"

Ted tried to stretch his leg out on the grass and winced, whistling low, "Oo, no, that's a pulled muscle alright."

"Coach, you gotta stretch before pullin' those kinds of move, ay," this little piece of advice from Jamie.

The throng surrounding Ted parted suddenly and Trent knelt beside him the little downwards tug at the corners of his mouth showing his concern, "Hey, what happened?"

"Pulled calf," Coach Beard answered, showing up behind Trent, arms crossed, "Coach was on crutches for two weeks last time."

"Yeah, it was a doozy, doesn't feel as bad as last time though," Ted declared, feeling a bit silly for not stretching first as Jamie had said, especially with an old injury, but it had been a spare of the moment idea that had come to him, and he didn't always think before he acted.

"Training is done for the day, Coach needs to go home and rest his leg," Beard announced, signalling with his hand for the boys to hit the showers.

"I'll drive you home," Trent told Ted as Isaac and Sam picked the coach up off of the ground to carry him from the field to the locker room where there were sure to be some crutches.

"Thanks, darlin'," Ted smiled back at his boyfriend before wincing as his injured leg moved the wrong way.

"Don't worry, Coach, most of us have pulled a muscle at some point, you will be back with us in no time," Sam assured him.

"Yeah, Sam's right, just gotta rest up, put some ice on it, an' all that," Isaac chimed in as they entered the locker room.

They put Ted down in his chair, and Bumbercatch showed up with some crutches, presumably from the no longer cursed treatment room. And a medical professional checked him out before he was okayed to go home to rest.

The whole team wished him a speedy recovery as he and Trent exited the building, the ex-journalist holding the doors open for Ted along the way. They hopped into the car – Ted literally – and then they were on their way to Ted's apartment.

It was a relatively short journey, Trent mostly inquired about Ted's old injury, and if he needed anything; painkillers, etcetera.

"I've got all that at home, unless you got something to make me feel a little less silly about the whole thing, then all I need is your lovely company, as long as I'm not keeping you from anything that is…" Ted had told his boyfriend in return.

Trent had been only too happy to stay with him, apparently it was what he had intended to do anyway.

Eventually they made it to the apartment, Ted eased himself down onto the couch while Trent got him some water and painkillers, and arranged the pillows to make Ted more comfortable. Ted downed the pills and handed the glass back to Trent to put on the coffee table since he'd knelt down between the two.

"Can I do anything else for you?" Trent asked, small smile playing on his lips, his hands rubbing Ted's thighs gently, careful not to upset his injury.

"You're a sweetheart," Ted told him lovingly. He began to say something else, but Trent's hands had moved to his waist, making quick work of undoing his belt, "Whoa, Trent, whatcha doin' down there?"

"Helping you feel better," Trent answered with a provocative smirk, "unless you don't want your dick sucked…" he added suavely, dark eyes playful.

Ted's whole expression showed his amazement; Trent was just full of surprises, "Gosh darn, sweetheart, you're making me feel better just by bein' here...but you know I ain't gonna say no to an offer like that."

"Mmm I thought that might be the case. You just relax, let me take care of you, okay?"

Ted nodded, licking his lips unconsciously, he had no doubt that Trent was about to blow his mind - as well as his cock. Trent had proven many times that he could and would take care of Ted when he needed him to, whether it was merely a long day, a panic attack, the sniffles, or he needed release.

There was the sound of a zipper being undone, and then Ted's trousers were opened as far down as possible without him moving. Soft hands pushed up his layers of shirt and jumper just enough so that Trent could litter Ted's tummy with light, lingering kisses. Ted hummed happily in appreciation, then with a bit more of a pleased tone as one of Trent's hands left his tops and began to leisurely palm at Ted's clothed length.

His erection was coaxed to life rather quickly thanks to his boyfriend's diligent attention, "Ah, ah," he moaned softly, wetting his lips, eyes closed as he lounged back further, body wanting to arch into the firmness of Trent's hand.

When he felt fingers at the waistband of his underwear instead of his length, Ted opened his eyes, glancing down in time to see himself be released from the confines of his briefs, and be taken straight into Trent's waiting mouth.

"Oh, mmmnfff," his head dropped back against the pillows again as Trent started bobbing his head, getting straight into it, no holding back, he hadn't even taken his glasses off or tied back his luscious hair. "Holy moly, darlin'," Ted exclaimed, five fingers digging into the material of the couch, while the other five clawed into the pillow above his head.

After a full on couple of minutes Ted was already getting close, but Trent slowed down, pulling his head back to lap at the precome dribbling out of the tip. That drew an entirely different noise from Ted, deeper, more guttural, his breath just this side of harsh.

"How are you feeling, Coach Lasso?" Trent teased in his journalist voice, laughter lighting up his eyes.

"Well, Mr Crimm, Independent, if I were physically capable at this time, I'd be pullin' you onto my lap and havin' you right here on this couch," Ted replied, the breathlessness not interfering with husky tone.

A shiver went through Trent, "Good," he smirked before manoeuvring to kiss Ted heatedly, tongues doing what their bodies couldn't.

"Why is that good?" Ted inquired, a little dazed from the kiss.

"Because it means I'm doing my job right," Trent informed him with a nip at his bottom lip, drawing it out as he sunk back down to the floor completely, "and since that delicious suggestion isn't an option right now, I think I'll just finish what I've started here," he punctuated his words with a firm lick up the length of Ted's cock.

Ted's eyes rolled back just a little, and he moaned loudly as Trent's mouth sunk down on him again; that gorgeous, intelligent, saucy minx of a man was going to be the death of him.

The wet heat of Trent's mouth was almost too good, and the way he combined the use of his tongue, and suction that would make a vacuum envious was staggeringly sinful. He truly blew Ted's mind, as if he was born to suck cock.

Ted's moans gained decibels, and became increasingly repetitious, dotted with words of praise, and exclamations of ecstasy.

"Trent…I-oh, shit," Ted tried to warn him, but his boyfriend was relentless, and his orgasm hit him at full speed, sending lightning up his spine, and shooting stars across his vision. It didn't matter that Trent pulled off him before he was done, he'd already been catapulted to cloud nine.

Suddenly there was a tongue lapping at his spent cock, bringing little whimpers from his throat as Ted opened his eyes to see Trent. He was a little shocked, slightly guilty, and maybe a teensy bit turned on, to find that Trent had gotten a decent shot of come to the face, specifically on his glasses.

"Oh, gosh, Trent, I'm sorry," Ted said immediately as the man pulled back from his groin.

Trent shook his head slightly with a little grin, "Don't apologise, it was on purpose."

"Oh."

"Is that alright?"

"Yeah, yes," Ted hurried to assure him, "I just didn't know it was somethin' you were into is all."

"I didn't really know I was either, it was sort of a spare of the moment decision to try it," Trent admitted, cheeks a touch rosy.

"Well, you're welcome to…do it again if you liked it…or…you can do it to me if you want to try that too," Ted offered, trying not to sound too timid about it.

Trent removed his glasses, and cocked an eyebrow, "You'd let me come on your face?"

Ted shrugged, "I'm not against trying it. It's not a bad look on you in any case," he confessed, flirty smile settling on his face.

This time Trent shook his head fondly, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, darlin'," Ted responded, meaning it with all his heart. He tried to move too eagerly to kiss Trent though, and ended up clutching his leg in pain instead, "Ow, shoot," Trent had made him feel so good that he'd all but forgotten about his leg.

"Careful, love," Trent warned, concern lacing his words, "let me clean up, then we'll find something to put on the telly and cosy up together," he promised, getting up off of the floor and then leaning in to give Ted a brief kiss before heading to the bathroom.

As soon as Trent was gone, Ted was already working on a plan to thank Trent for being so wonderful and taking care of him. He'd have to wait until his leg was better, but he was sure that Trent would enjoy what he had in mind, there was only one way to find out…