Hey guys, if you liked chapter one, then you're in for a real treat with chapter two...enjoy :P

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A couple of weeks later and Ted was able to run, jump, skip and hop just like he could before. He was able be out on the field demonstrating ideas that made the boys go, "Ooohh," or made them laugh and smack each other, either way he was happy to be rid of the crutches. It also meant that he could put his plan into action to thank his incredible boyfriend for being so amazing and taking care of him, not just while he was recovering from the pulled muscle, but also just in general.

It was early evening, they'd gone back to Ted's directly after work, often they had dinner at the pub with Beard, but he had gotten a text from Jane, and taken off at the speed of light. Ted figured they'd worry about dinner later then, eager to be alone with Trent, and not limping around on crutches.

Ted tugged Trent toward the shower fairly quickly; the coach claiming that he was in dire need of one after training that day had gotten enthusiastic – he was excited to be off the crutches and ran around a lot unnecessarily. There had been some kissing and light groping under the hot spray, which Ted had initiated but Trent was certainly not saying no to. Once they'd managed to untangle themselves from each other, and their towels had been hung up to dry, Ted dragged Trent toward the bed, letting them tumble onto it, the ex-journalist ending up on top.

Ted found Trent's lips and connected them immediately, naked bodies following suit, hands caressing smooth skin, tugging them closer.

"What-ah," Trent gasped, then tried again, "what's got into you today?" he asked between heated kisses, "You're incredibly…mmmff…frisky, love."

"Just love you, is all," Ted told him before nipping at Trent's lower lip, and adding, "and I want you to know how much I appreciate you."

Trent smiled softly, "I love you too, and…uuhhh," he closed his eyes a moment, mouth open as Ted rolled his hips, creating delicious friction between their rapidly hardening lengths, "god…and no one has ever made me feel more appreciated, than you, Ted."

"Well good, cause I do, love and appreciate you, a heck of a lot, Trent," Ted assured his boyfriend, catching his lips in another passionate kiss, and rutting their hips together, encouraging some rather sexy grunts from the man on top of him.

When Trent made to reach between them, gasping for air, Ted suggested something else instead, "Why don't you scooch your cute butt up here a bit…" patting his chest to indicate where he meant.

Trent cocked an eyebrow, "Hm?"

Ted flicked his tongue out, wetting his kiss swollen lips, "Wanna get my mouth on you darlin', it's been too long since I've gotten a taste."

"And you want me to sit on your chest while you…satisfy your craving?" Trent checked, but his erection twitching gave away just how much the idea excited him.

"If you would oblige me," Ted confirmed with a little grin that said they both knew Trent was into it.

"Yeah, okay," Trent accepted a little too quickly, already moving to get himself into position, straddling Ted's chest, knees level with his neck.

Ted chuckled, adding that to the list of things that Trent Crimm enjoyed in the bedroom.

"Is this alri-i-i-ght?" Trent asked, stuttering half way through as Ted licked heartily from the base to the tip, then lapped up the few droplets of precome that had dribbled out of the slit of his hard cock.

"You're perfect…and the position is good too," Ted said casually, little hint of a grin tugging at his lips, lifting his moustache at the corners.

Trent's cheeks darkened slightly, a shy smile crossed his features as he tucked back a stray lock of hair behind his ear; Ted was still working on getting Trent used to accepting compliments.

Taking the head of Trent's cock in his mouth and lightly sucking on it seemed to bring Trent back out of his timidness with an aroused moan. Ted worked his way down, took his time mapping out the sensitive skin with his tongue as his mouth engulfed Trent. When he'd reached as far down as he could because of the angle, he started bobbing his head, going steady for a while.

Trent's posture had declined from sitting upright to being bent over Ted's head, hands fisting in the pillow underneath as he groaned in pleasure.

Ted could feel the power being barely held back in those narrow hips, and he pulled off Trent for a moment to offer, "You can use my mouth if you want…"

Trent made a choking noise in his throat, "Fuck, Ted," he panted, their eyes connected for a few moments, and that seemed to be all the convincing Trent needed.

He readjusted his hips so that they were in a better position above Ted's face and pressed his cockhead to Ted's lips, giving Ted a chance to rescind his offer, but the Coach flicked his tongue against the tip, and the dam broke. Trent pushed his cock between Ted's lips, and Ted gladly took him in, providing his own stimulation in accordance with the way Trent fucked his mouth.

Ted's own erection was twitching against his leg, leaving a little pool on his hip, but he was too focused on Trent's pleasure to think about jerking himself off at the same time. His hands were busy anyway, fingers digging into the mounds of Trent's pert ass…which gave him another idea actually.

Collecting some of the drool from his chin, Ted rubbed a finger at Trent's tight hole, and the ex-journalist exhaled a whimper, "Teeeed."

Ted knew that sound, and it roughly translated to 'please, please, please do whatever it is you're about to do.' Ted let the tip slip through Trent's entrance on his next thrust, easily working in the whole finger within a few thrusts. The lean thighs framing his face began to shake as Trent fucked himself forward into Ted's mouth, and then back on his finger, a string of moans and incoherent babble falling from Trent's mouth.

Trent's luxurious hair had fallen out from behind his ears, spreading around his face, and Ted thought he'd never seen anyone more beautiful – or sexy - than this man. Whoa boy, Ted was so deeply in love with him.

Tapping Trent's thigh made him stop immediately despite being so obviously close to coming, and he pulled himself from Ted's lips with a tiny wet pop.

Ted knew Trent was going to ask if he was okay, so he got in first, "Come on my face."

The words took a moment to process, Ted could all but see the cogs turning in Trent's gorgeous head, then he asked breathlessly, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, I want you to," he insisted, voice a little hoarse.

Trent shook his head fondly, "You'll be the fucking death of me, Ted Lasso," he said, pushing himself back through Ted's lips, "you're too perfect…oh, I love you."

Ted hummed back that he loved Trent too, the vibration making Trent's whole body shudder. The next moment he had returned to the same motion as before, going back and forth, with Ted's mouth and finger. A whole bunch of noises, that made Ted's cock impossibly harder, poured out of him, until his legs shook again, and he clenched down on Ted's finger.

"Shit, oh god, Ted, Ted!" Trent cried out, pulling himself from Ted's mouth just in time to spill himself over Ted's face.

A bolt of arousal struck through him, and the coach very nearly came himself, all it would take would be one touch and he'd be right there with his boyfriend.

Slowly, Ted removed his finger and opened his eyes – he'd closed them just in case – taking in the blissed out look on Trent's face as he breathed heavily.

"Just gonna…" Trent said before he carefully manoeuvred himself to sit beside Ted, back and head against the headboard, where he seemed to melt into the covers a little.

Ted rolled onto his side, ignoring his throbbing cock, arm propping up his head, bright smile on his come splattered face as he waited for Trent to recover.

Finally Trent's eyes reopened with a lazy smile, but as he saw Ted he chuckled, "Love, you can clean the come off, especially before it dries in your moustache."

"I will, just thought you'd like to see your handiwork beforehand," Ted told him with a suggestive eyebrow raise.

Trent gripped Ted's chin, and leaned in, kissing him hard before letting go again, "I love you, you silly, wonderful man. Now go clean it off before it dries…then come straight back to this bed so I can take care of you."

"Alright, alright…" Ted started to get off of the bed, only to stop again once he was standing, "but, you know I gotta ask…did you like it?"

"Coming on you?"

"Yeah."

Trent quirked his lips up in a sultry smirk, "Well, maybe if you hurry up and get back in here, I'll show you just how much I liked it."

Ted nodded once, "Gotcha," then he was off in a flash.