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Assistant: Title: Joe Burrow Loves When Josh Allen Goes Deep
        Author: KissYourTightEnd KissYourTightEnd 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Josh Allen and Joe Burrow meet up after the NFL Honors Ceremony and things get spicy.
        Contents: Summary:
            
              Josh Allen and Joe Burrow meet up after the NFL Honors Ceremony and things get spicy.
            
        


  





    
        
          
  Pre-Show

  Josh felt awkward walking the red carpet, but he did his best to act cool. He’s never felt comfortable out in the “normal” world, always feeling too large and clumsy, especially in the uncomfortable suit he was wearing at the moment. He went with a black suit and tie, something classic for his potentially big night.

  For tonight was the NFL Honors, and Josh Allen was nominated for MVP. And while he wished he was instead preparing to play the Eagles in the Superbowl, he was grateful to be there. He personally couldn't care less about the award, but he knew it would mean a lot to his team, so he kept them in mind as he posed for another photographer.

  Slowly the procession of football players and guests worked their way into the building. Up ahead Josh saw Dion Dawkins talking with Myles Garrett, and surged ahead to meet them, eager to talk with a familiar face.

  “All I'm saying,” Myles said through a smirk, ”is that I'd let Saquon Barkley backwards hurdle my face anytime.”

  “Okay, what does that even MEAN,” Dion was saying as Josh sidled up.

  “Sorry to intrude,” Josh said as he pulled Dion into a quick hug.

  “Our MVP has finally arrived, looking classy AF!” Dion made a show of appraising Josh as he said it, hand on his chin.

  “I only wished I looked anywhere as good as you guys,” Josh replied, and he meant it wholeheartedly. Dion’s black and white jacket was dotted with rhinestones, and Myles’ asymmetrical coat was set off by a gorgeous diamond brooch “You both look amazing! I could never pull off anything like that. I’m too much of a doofy white guy to wear any bling.”

  “Nah man, it's all about swagger. You just gotta own it.” Myles looked around, “Like that.” 

  Josh followed to Myles was pointing, where Joe Burrow stood, posing for the cameras.

  Joe was wearing an oversized suit with no shirt, his chest decorated by two necklaces. Instead of b@ttons, the suit tied shut loosely on the right side, and, unbidden, Josh pictured himself pulling one of the ties with his teeth, so vivid he could taste the silken fabric on his tongue…

  He shook himself from his reverie, forcing himself to look back at his companions, who were still discussing Joe’s fashion choices.

  “It’s a d@mn shame to hide a body like that behind all that fabric,” Myles was saying, “but I'd still let him backwards hurdle me right onto this d@ck.”

  Dion dropped his face into his hands, laughing.

  “You keep saying that, but what does it mean? Doesn't a hurdle mean he'd go right over you?”

  Myles smirked in response. “It's metaphorical.”

  “Metaphorical for what?”

  The smirk turned into a sly grin.

  “F@ck@ng, of course.”

  Josh, Dion, and Myles lost all composure at that, busting up laughing and drawing stares from the crowd around them. Wary of drawing too much attention towards their lewd conversation, they switched to tamer subjects as they walked into the building, but Josh felt his eyes being drawn to Joe Burrow as they moved.

  Post-show

  Josh was sipping on champagne at the after-after party, being held at a nearby hotel. The room was dark and the music was loud, Chappell Roan leading into Lady Gaga as football players danced and conversed around him. Random people stopped him to congratulate him on being awarded MVP, and he was thankful to each and every one of them, even if the frequent interruptions were getting annoying.

  He was sitting at a table near the bar, half listening to Dawson Knox sitting next to him, who he had brought as a sort of date for the night. Dawson didn't go to the ceremony but had practically begged Josh to come along just for the afters. Dawson had vowed to have s@x with a player from each of the other 31 NFL teams and was currently plotting out how to maximize his night.

  “Last time I f@ck@d Sam he was with the Jets, but I guess I could get the Vikings out of the way tonight. But I'd much rather get JJ…” 

  Josh nodded as he looked around the room. He told himself he wasn't looking for anyone in particular, but his heart skipped a beat when he spotted Joe Burrow dancing with Ja'Maar Chase. Their bodies were close as they moved, and Josh couldn't tear his eyes away.

  Dawson noticed Josh’s distraction and quickly tracked where he was staring.

  “Now that would be a HELL of a get. Both of them, preferably. At the same time of course.”

  “Aren't they exclusive?” Josh had heard the rumblings for years. Monogamy wasn't for him, but he respected it and would never be a homewrecker.

  “Nah I've heard they’ve loosened up. Ja'Maar especially. Rumor is he’s been f@ck@ng around like crazy. But it's in the open, so I guess it's all above board.”

  “Interesting,” Josh said, as he finished off his champagne and waved for another. His mind wandered to earlier in the night when Joe won the Comeback Player of the Year award. During the acceptance speech Josh was distracted by Joe's exposed chest, picturing himself disrobing him in increasingly creative ways. The fantasy eventually devolved into Josh blowing Joe on stage in front of everyone, only jolted to reality when the applause hit as Joe turned to leave the stage.

  Josh watched as Joe and Ja'Maar went to sit down as the current song ended. Inside, he made a decision and as the waiter brought another round of champagne, he asked for something a little bit stronger.

  …

  Four whiskeys later Josh was sweating on the dance floor between Jared Goff and Darius Slayton. “Slutty Josh” as his teammates affectionately called him, was starting to emerge as Josh grinded up against the two men in turn. Always he kept Joe within sight, who was busy all night chatting with random passersby. Finally, Joe was alone for a moment, so he quickly decided to strike. 

  “I'm gonna sit the next one out,” he shouted to Jared and Darius as the song started to end. Much to his chagrin, Jared replied back “Me too” and followed Josh away from the dance floor. Determined, Josh grabbed three jello shots from a passing waiter and made a beeline for Joe's table.

  “We come bearing gifts!” He said, putting the shots on the table and sliding in next to Joe. 

  “Congratulations man,” Joe said, grabbing Josh's hand and giving it a firm handshake. Joe's hand was a study in duality: the skin soft but unable to hide the controlled strength hidden within.

  “You too,” he slapped Joe on the back with his free hand as he imagined himself sucking on each of Joe's fingers in turn. Josh's body mourned as Joe pulled his hand away, trying not to stare too intensely as Joe then ran the hand through his hair.

  “Thanks, but no one wants to be Comeback Player of the year. The implications…aren't great.”

  “At least you guys won something,” Jared piped in. “I'm just here for the free booze and the hot men. But really, Josh, you deserved MVP. You had a great season.”

  “Thanks,” Josh muttered with a blush. “I would have voted for Saquon myself, but I appreciate the recognition.” 

  “I think any one of us would rather be in Saquon’s position than here at this party,” Joe mused, and an understanding silence overtook the table, each man thinking of the missed opportunities that deprived them a spot in the Superbowl. Joe picked up one of the cheap plastic cups off the table. “But at least we have jello shots.”

  “Here here!” yelled Josh, attempting to lighten the mood. He picked up a shot and slurped it down; Joe and Jared laughed and followed suit.

  Josh's outburst had gotten the attention of Dawson, who was dancing nearby. 

  “Well well well,” Dawson said in a horrible British accent as he sauntered up to the table, “if it isn't his royal MVP-ness.” 

  Josh's face turned bright red as Dawson realized what he just said and collapsed into a fit laughter.

  “I didn't plan that, I swear,” he said as Jared’s ears were turning red with laughter, while Joe was trying hard to stifle his laugh behind his (beautiful, thought Josh) hands.

  “Oh to bask in the glory of his MVP-ness!” Jared said, his hands aloft in pretend reverence.

  “He's got more MVP-ness than every other man in this room…combined!” added Dawson.

  A large grin broke out on Joe's face as he said,”Some are born MVP, and others have MVP-ness thrust upon them.”

  Josh had been feigning embarrassment at the comments so far, but Joe's broke him completely. He laughed loudly, throwing an arm around Joe and leaning on him for support through his laughing fit.

  Slowly the laughter died and Josh reluctantly pulled away from Joe's body, but not before noticing his intoxicating scent, a woodsy floral. He wiped tears from his eyes and noticed Dawson smiling at him, knowingly. 

  With a wink, Dawson grabbed Jared by the arm.

  “I LOVE this song, come dance with me!” Jared quickly agreed and allowed himself to be pulled from the table and on to the dance floor.

  Alone at last, Josh thought to himself, before realizing he had absolutely no plan beyond that.

  Panicked, Josh brought up the first topic of conversation he could think of.

  “That Batmobile you bought is f@ck@ng sick. How often do you drive it?”

  Joe smiled sheepishly.

  “Only once, really.”

  “So it just sits in the garage? Seems a shame.”

  “Me and Jamaar mess around in it, occasionally. On it, too.” Joe avoided Josh's shocked expression, instead staring at the empty jello shot cup in his (exquisite, thought Josh) hands.

  “That…sounds really uncomfortable,” Josh laughed.

  Joe looked up and locked eyes with Josh, smiling as he replied, “It really is.”

  Josh swam in Joe's icy blue gaze for a moment before his brain could stop him from blurting out:

  “Blow-mobile.”

  “Oh my god,  don't.”

  “The ho-mobile.”

  “Really?”

  “The rim…job…no there's nothing there.”

  “Please, stop.”

  “I got it! The Gyattmobile!”

  For a moment there was silence, Josh's face locked in a gleeful expression, staring at Joe in anticipation.

  Joe, who had looked away in pain at the awful puns, glanced back at Josh. 

  “Okay, I liked that one,” Joe admitted, and Josh basked in the laughter that followed, watching the way Joe's eyes crinkled at the corners, unable to look away. He was becoming increasingly aware of how close together they were, having been squeezed together when Jared was sitting with them. Josh concentrated on the feeling of their thighs touching, imagining what it would feel like in his hands. Heat and passion started to course downwards through his body, so hot he thought he might burst into flames. He noted that Joe had made no effort to move away, even though there was plenty of space where they were sitting.

  They sat in silence for a moment while Josh struggled with his own urges, unsure how to proceed. It took every ounce of his energy to restrain himself, his only desire now to kiss the man sitting next to him. 
  During the lull, Joe had started looking around the room. 

  “Wow, that was fast,” Joe said, nodding towards a couple in the crowd. Josh looked that direction and saw Dawson and Jared making out on the dance floor, their bodies pressed together, no longer moving to music, interested only in each other. 

  “Good for them,” Josh said as he watched, imagining it was him and Joe instead. He was about to ask his if he wanted to dance when Joe started to speak. 

  “I could never do that,” he said. Josh looked at him quizzically, so he continued. 

  “Doing stuff like that in public, I could never. I’d feel too, I didn't know…Vulnerable I guess. I envy them though. It seems fun. Even when I was watching you dance earlier tonight, I was jealous. You looked so free, so happy.”

  Josh tore his eyes away from the passionate couple to look at Joe, who was already looking at him. 

  “You were watching me?”

  “I've been watching you all night,” Joe moved a hand onto Josh's thigh. “I'm surprised you haven't noticed.”

  The imminent erection in Josh's pants, held back so far through sheer force of will, finally broke free. He had to shift, slightly, to find room in his uncomfortable suit pants for his growing girth. 
  So when Joe asked if he wanted to head somewhere more private, moving his hand infinitesimally closer to the bulge in Josh's pants, Josh enthusiastically agreed.

  ...

  The walk to the hotel room was torture. Josh respected Joe's desire for discretion, so he kept his hands to himself as a series of increasingly filthy thoughts flashed through his mind. He fidgeted mindlessly, baffled by Joe's composure. He tried to emulate Joe's calm expression, but the growing sexual tension was too much, and he resorted to biting his lip to control himself. They stood across from each other in the elevator, a clueless couple chatting about some inane topic between them.

  Josh's eyes were locked on Joe as the elevator rose, Joe’s (perfect, thought Josh) hands casually clasped in front of him. Josh was holding on to the elevator railing behind him as if for dear life, his knuckles white from exertion. When Joe tilted his head and smiled at around the 10th floor, Josh was surprised the rail didn't buckle under his grip.

  When they finally arrived at their floor, Josh restrained himself from shoving the random couple aside in his rush to exit the elevator. Alone in the hallway, he had hoped for some respite from his longing, but Joe swiftly and silently walked down the empty corridors, not sparing Josh a single look. In the short-but-felt-like-an-eternity walk to the room, insecurity built in Josh's gut, replaying interactions and wondering if Joe was even that interested in him; if he felt even a fraction of the desire burning within Josh.

  Josh prepped himself for disappointment as they stepped into the hotel room, but as soon as the door closed, Joe launched himself at Josh. Holding Josh's head in his hands, Joe pushed his body against the door and kissed him, hard and with abandon. Joe's tongue pushed into Josh's mouth and he received it greedily. Josh's hands ran down Joe's body, discovering the fit form beneath his loose suit. His hands rested on Joe's taut waist, holding him close.

  Josh let Joe lead for a while, enjoying the feeling of Joe's lips on his, allowing Joe's tongue to explore his mouth. He focused on the sensations, savoring the taste and warmth of Joe's mouth on his own. He played back, meeting bite for bite, sucking and moaning.

  This went on for 5 minutes or 5 hours, Josh had no idea how long, but eventually he couldn't hold back much longer. He pushed off the door and walked deeper into the room, moving Joe blindly until they hit the mini bar. An array of bottles and bags fell around them.

  Josh pulled away to glance at the damage. “That's going to cost a fortune.”

  Joe took the opportunity to pull off Josh's sport coat, replying, “Then you better make it worth it.”

  Josh smiled and pushed his hips forward, causing Joe to jerk his head backwards and moan. Josh didn't let up the pressure, grinding himself against Joe's hidden tumescence. He grabbed one of those beautiful hands he had been admiring all night and began sucking on his fingers. Eyes closed, he focused on the salty tang of each delectable one. A quarterback’s hands were one of his most dangerous weapons, and Josh meditated on the contradictions of each finger. Strong but delicate, so unassuming yet so capable. Josh sucked harder, feeling each expertly trained finger with his tongue. He opened his eyes and watched Joe's reaction. His head was still tilted back, his moans hitching with every rhythmic thrust of Josh's hips, a motion he wasn't even aware he was doing.

  He moved his body back slightly and Joe looked at him. They locked eyes as Josh slowly pulled Joe's hand away, sucking and moaning as he did. He was happy to see Joe's face flush with pleasure. To Josh's delight, Joe started using his newly freed fingers to remove Josh's shirt and tie. He did so quickly, and once again Josh admired the deftness of Joe's talented fingers.

  Josh watched Joe's hungry expression as his shirt came off. Joe ran his fingertips delicately down his chest and stomach before undoing Josh's belt and pants. Instead of removing the pants completely, Joe moved his hand down, resting it on Josh's rigid manhood. He moaned and leaned forward, nuzzling into Joe's neck and inhaling his scent, the cologne now tinged with musky desire. Thankfully Joe didn't rub too hard, as Josh was so filled with desire he felt he could c@m at any moment.

  Slowly and deliberately, Josh moved a hand to the satin bow holding Joe's jacket closed. Josh always tried to cherish the first time disrobing a new partner, the anticipation and excitement forming a powerful memory before the more animalistic impulses take over. He pulled the jacket open, freeing one shoulder with a kiss and then the other.

  Josh kissed Joe's chest and shoulders and neck, wherever he could reach, as Joe gently caressed his manhood. Finally, Josh pulled Joe away from the mini bar and pushed him gently onto the nearby bed. Joe started to pull off his own pants, but Josh stopped him and did it himself. Joe propped himself up on his elbows and watched, but Josh's focus was totally on the package being imminently revealed in front of him. He admired Joe's generous girth hidden in black boxer briefs with orange piping, the colorful lines perfectly framing his firm desire. Josh kissed and groped at Joe's muscular thighs before slipping off his underwear and immediately putting Joe's gloriously hard c@ck into his wanting mouth.

  He could feel Joe drop fully to the bed, could hear his loud moaning, and nearly choked as Joe's hips bucked forward, pushing himself deeper into Josh's mouth. Josh pulled away slightly and used his powerful hands to control Joe's desirous thrusting. His goal wasn't to make Joe c@m (yet), but to explore him thoroughly with his tongue and mouth and lips. So he went slow, a delicate dance of power and submission, a back and forth, a give and take, as he drew Joe closer and closer to ecstasy. Occasionally Joe would try to use his hands and hips to change the pace, but Josh firmly and powerfully took control, listening and physically responding to Joe's moans and utterances.

  “Oh Josh”

  “Mmmm yeah just like that.”

  “Oh god oh god.”

  “F@ck…F@ck!”

  “No, don't stop…”
 
  And, Josh's favorite, a desperate

  “Please!”

  Josh carefully listened to the tenor of Joe's breathing, waiting until it was quick and shallow before slowly disengaging. He rose, and motioned for Joe to move to the center of the bed as he removed his own pants and underwear. Joe looked beautiful, his creamy light body contrasting with the dark blue bedding. He admired the movement of Joe's muscles as he slid into position. His skin looked so soft, the silky comforter looked like a bed of nails in comparison.

  Completely naked, Josh dropped one knee onto the bed, then the other. He moved slowly, watching Joe stare greedily at his powerful erection as he moved and lowered himself down. Joe rose to meet him, pulling him into a deep kiss and running a hand through his hair. At the same time their hips thrust forward, grinding into each other. They both moaned into each other's mouths, and Joe moved a hand to Josh's luscious butt, pulling him closer. Josh used one arm to prop himself up and caressed Joe's hair and face with his free hand. They both smiled as Joe turned to take Josh's finger into his mouth. Josh enjoyed the feeling of Joe's tongue, gently moving his hips to the rhythm of Joe's mouth. 

  Unable to take it anymore, Josh pulled back. He moved quickly, grabbing a bottle of lube conveniently stashed on the nightstand before pulling Joe's legs up on his shoulders. He gestured with the lube, looking for a sign of consent before committing fully.

  “Please, yes,” Joe sighed out, his voice so wanting that Josh could have came right then and there had he allowed himself.

  Josh efficiently lubed up before leaning forward. Joe leveraged his legs in order to lift his desirous ass, and together they eased Josh in, both moaning as they locked together. Josh went slowly and deliberately. With every move he felt himself go deeper and deeper; impossibly deep, until he felt he would lose himself entirely. He stilled, and Joe took the opportunity to position himself perfectly, maximizing his own pleasure. And so, with that, Josh began to thrust, slowly at first, but the momentum increased rapidly. Joe gasped desperately, caressing every part of Josh he could reach. Meanwhile, Josh gripped onto Joe's legs, leaving bright red indents with every move. He turned his head and kissed, licked, and bit Joe's calves as he thrust.

  Josh maintained control as long as he could, and was relieved when he felt Joe's body tense up, releasing a torrent of hot c@m that hit Josh on the stomach and chest before dripping back on to himself. Josh's @rg@sm came suddenly after that, and he pushed himself even deeper as his body convulsed with pleasure.

  The room felt impossibly quiet for a moment, their desperate gasps for breath taking the place of the rapturous moans of the moments prior. Josh, who's powerful body started to feel more like the jello shots they consumed earlier, pulled himself away and collapsed next to Joe.

  They laid together for a moment, Josh feeling the warm splotches on his body quickly cooling. Joe leaned over him and kissed him deeply before getting up and moving towards that bathroom. Josh closed his eyes and listened to the relaxing sound of running water.

  “Hey,” Joe got his attention right before throwing a balled up wet hand towel at Josh. It was deliciously hot.

  “Nice throw,” Josh said as he wiped his face and shoulders before moving to clean up the mess on his body. “You should do that, like, professionally or something.”

  “Shut up,” Joe replied, but Josh could hear the smile in his voice. 

  Joe cleaned up quickly and laid back down next to Josh. They cuddled in silence for a bit, but Joe kept shifting uncomfortably.

  “Everything okay?” Josh asked.

  Joe sat up. “It's these d@mn chains. They keep pulling at my hair. Will you?” He gestured towards his neck.

  Josh moved to help, struggling slightly to work the delicate jewelry open with his large hands. He admired them, watching them glint in the light. Looking at them, he pictured vividly the way they had shined on Joe's chest while he was writhing with pleasure.

  He handed the colorful one back to Joe.

  “I'm going to keep this one,” he said playfully and moved the silver one to his own neck. “Think I can pull it off?”

  “You know, I'm really sick of people stealing my sh@t,” he laughed, but immediately helped Josh with the clasp. “It looks better on you anyway.”

  “I sincerely doubt that,” said Josh, as a cell phone tone filled the room. He watched as Joe leaned off the side of the bed to find his pants, eyeing his backside greedily, marveling at it.

  Joe swiped through his phone before looking up apologetically. “Ja'Maar is looking for me. We should probably head back down.”

  Josh panicked for a moment. “Is he going to be okay with…” he gestured at the both of them, “this?”

  Joe smiled wide,”He's going to want to hear about every juicy detail. That okay?”

  “Yeah, totally,” he replied, relieved. Honestly, he found the idea kind of exciting. He got up and started to get dressed, sorry to put on his uncomfortable suit again.

  Joe sat on the bed watching him. “And can we do…” he mimicked Josh's earlier gesture, “this, again?”

  Josh's grin went from ear to ear as he replied.

  “Absolutely. It should be a tradition. Any time either one of us receives a major award.”

  He pulled his shirt on, covering the new silver chain upon his neck before he continued.

  “So see you next year, after I win Superbowl MVP?”'
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