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The mood on the bus ride back to the hotel was gloomy. There was a lot to be proud of this season, being AFC Champions and making it to the Super Bowl is beyond what anybody could have expected from the Bengals going into the season. Still, losing the Super Bowl was painful, especially when it had been so within reach. Evan knew that their quarterback was taking it a little harder than everybody else. He had been the last man with the ball, the game essentially ending the moment he went down with it at midfield on 4th & 1.
Evan didn't think Joe had anything to feel bad about, going 22 for 33 with 263 yards and a touchdown is a perfectly respectable stat line. And Evan knew that Joe would eventually realize that too and rebound like he always does. He wasn't the Comeback Player of the Year for nothing. But right now Joe was struggling with his emotions. Maybe the others on the bus couldn't all see it - Joe kept up his usual friendly spirit and verbalized only the positives, focusing on lifting his teammates up first and foremost - but Evan could see it. Joe Burrow had spent all season being the ideal leader, looking out for him and his teammates. But in this moment, someone needed to look out for Joe Burrow.
Evan catches him in the hotel lobby as everyone drearily disembarks the bus and shuffles toward the elevators. He takes Joe by surprise, knows because he catches the sadness in Joe's eyes before the positive team leader facade can activate.
"Come to my room later."
He's direct and leaves no opportunity for a response, immediately turning away and rejoining the slow Bengal march to the elevators.
Evan actually gets nervous later that Joe might not show. He's sharing a room with another special teams guy, but knew that his roommate and some of the other players had made plans to go out to the bars, win or lose. He wondered if Joe got swept along in that; hoped that he didn't. Joe deserved better condolences than that.
A tepid knock on the door washed away Evan's concerns and he rose quickly from his bed to open the door. Joe Burrow, in a simple white shirt and pajama pants, stood before him. Joe's guard was down, Evan saw that immediately. He looked nervous but Evan couldn't be sure, he had never seen Joe be nervous before.
"Hey Evan," Joe greeted, warmly, yet softly.
"Hey," Evan smiled back. If Joe was feeling down, Evan would produce enough confidence for the both of them. "Come in."
Joe stepped in and as soon as the door shut behind him, Evan made an impulsive decision. This gloomy Joe Burrow simply wasn't going to do and he needed to deviate from his original plan to get things going. So, Evan turned Joe sideways, crowded him into the wall, and kissed him full on the mouth. Joe's eyes widened in shock as lips pressed against his own and his first reaction was to try to squirm away. But Evan's hands held him by the waist and anchored him in place, and after a second Joe settled and kissed back, resting his hands on Evan's arms and letting the kicker take the lead. Evan's kisses are soft and slow, and it's easy for Joe to melt into the motions.
Evan eventually pulls back and Joe's brain decides that after the kiss is the time to start doing mental cartwheels over the action of kissing a guy. Sure, he'd sucked a dick once but kissing another guy felt more extreme somehow. And yet, he wasn't not into it.
"What was that for?" he had to ask.
"You need a pick-me-up," Evan stated resolutely. "You're an amazing quarterback, one of the best players in the league, and I want to remind you of that."
"Dude," Joe guffawed, and for a moment the cocky Joe Burrow that Evan was more familiar with pushed forward, "I already know that."
"But you really wanted to win that Super Bowl," and that hard smack of reality snuffed out the fire that had risen in Joe's eyes. The humility was back. Not exactly what Evan wanted, but he needed to justify himself.
"Yeah, I did," Joe admitted, glancing down and away. He looked like a kicked puppy.
Evan reached out to cup the quarterback's cheek so he could meet his eyes.
"But you're still Joe fucking Burrow."
And the fire in his eyes was back.
"So you're trying to make me feel better, is that it?" Joe asked, a teasing edge to his voice. He had finally deduced Evan's game plan. Evan smoothed his hands over the rise of Joe's prominent chest, unable to bite back a smirk as he caressed the muscle.
"Something like that." And then Evan was sinking, slowly, his hands tracing down Burrow's body as he fell. He drank in the shape of the quarterback's athletic body through the fabric of his shirt, letting his fingers explore every ridge. Evan's knees hit the floor and he looked up to find Joe's eyes, watching him with a hot and heavy gaze. Evan's hands slid down past Joe's hips and onto his thighs, then, with his right hand, Evan palmed at Joe's crotch through his loose, baggy pants, able to grab his bulge fully. Joe swore and bit his lip, his breath coming out shaky as blood began to rush south.
Evan's eyes never left Joe's face. He needed to see the results of his effort, needed to see Joe feeling good. Because that's what this was all about, making Joe feel good.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Joe told him as his dick began to grow hard under Evan's hand. He didn't want the kicker to push himself into doing anything he didn't want to. "I don't need a sympathy blowjob or anything."
"You did it for me," Evan fired back, automatic. Evan hadn't fully admitted it to himself yet but that was definitely a motivating factor behind this event as well. Joe had blown him two weeks ago and after this they would be even. But it wasn't that he felt indebted, like he owed Joe head as if he owed money to a bank. No, Evan wanted to do this, wanted to make Joe feel good the same way Joe had made Evan feel good. Because it feels nice to do nice things for people, because when someone does something nice for you it feels nice to pay it forward, and because Joe really deserved something nice right now.
"That doesn't mean--"
"Stop trying to get me to not give you head," Evan interrupted, a little annoyed. He's trying to do something nice! "I want to do this," he admitted.
Joe considered him for a moment, unmoving, and then something shifted. Evan could see the switch flip in Joe's eyes. If Evan was onboard, then Joe was onboard.
"Okay," Joe nodded, his voice a touch harder, "Blow me."
Joe hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama pants and shucked them down to his thighs, his half-hard cock bouncing free in front of Evan's face. Evan had never actually gotten a look at what the quarterback was packing last time (only felt it) and took a moment to take the sight in. Joe's package was just like his passes: it delivered.
Evan gripped Joe's cock and stroked it a few times, felt it stiffen up in his hand. Looking up at Joe, he gave the tip a light kitten lick and watched as Joe shuddered in pleasure. "Fucking tease," Joe complained, though with no real bite. Evan flashed a knowing smile, but he wasn't really there to tease, he was there to get Joe's dick wet. So without any further ado, he leaned in and took the head of Joe's cock into his mouth.
Evan didn't know if he would be any good at this, had never imagined he would be on his knees for another guy before. Sure, he'd fooled around once or twice in college but he was never in this position. But Joe did his best for him so he was going to do his best for Joe.
Joe sighed and let his head roll back against the wall, closing his eyes, content to let Evan service him at his own pace. Evan worked his mouth up and down the top of Joe's cock, using his hand to handle the rest. He swirled his tongue around the head and used his other hand to cup the quarterback's balls. He tried to recall all the blowjob tricks he liked having done on himself, while challenging himself to take Joe as deep as possible.
Unfortunately, Evan's gag reflex was more sensitive than Joe's, and Evan had to pull off the first time the head of Joe's cock nudged against the opening to his throat. But Joe didn't seem to mind Evan's lack of natural cocksucking talent.
"Evan" he exhaled lowly, "That feels really good."
Evan pulled off of Joe's cock with a pop. "Yeah?" he asked. He liked having the team leader's validation.
"Yeah," Joe confirmed, petting Evan's hair. "Feels great, bud."
"You deserve it." They had already been over this, but Evan really wanted to hammer the point home.
"Yeah, I do." Evan could see the fire still burning in Joe's eyes. A beat, then, "Well? It's not going to suck itself."
Joe had a point there, and it was back to work for Evan. Joe kept his hand on Evan's head, playing with the strands of his hair, but otherwise continued to let Evan do all the work. That suited Evan just fine, as he was still building confidence in his fellating abilities. He knew he was improving though, and it was drawing more and more moans out of the stud quarterback standing over him.
"Fuck yeah, Evan, that's it. Suck my cock. Oh yeah, baby, get it nice and wet. Your mouth feels so fucking good on me, holy shit."
The praise got to Evan, spurring him on and encouraging him to blow Joe with even more fervor.
"Oh my god, yeah, keep going. Worship that fucking cock. Making me feel so good, Evan. Fucking blowing me so fucking good. You're getting me close. I'm going to come soon, Evan. You’re going to fucking make me come!"
Evan pulled off real quick to take a request. "How do you want it?"
Joe paused and took a moment to consider his options. He brought his hand down from Evan's hair to stroke his cheek. "I want to come all over that pretty face of yours." The seductive way in which he said it made Evan's cock stir to life. He was getting hard from this.
"Only if you're cool with it though," added Joe, a quick consent check.
Evan laughed lightly. "Go for it," he smiled, and then licked a bead of pre-cum off of the tip of Joe's dick. He found he didn't hate the taste. "Whenever you're ready." Then he took Joe back into his mouth and worked to get him back to the edge. It didn't take long.
"Fuck, Evan, fuck," Joe moaned, his hips lightly thrusting off of the wall as his orgasm approached. Suddenly, a hand was back in Evan's hair, but it was tugging him backwards. Joe pulled Evan off of his dick and held his head in place with his left hand while gripping his cock with his right. Evan watched as Joe furiously pulled at his cock, and then closed his eyes as he began to unload. Shots of thick, warm cum landed wetly all over Evan's face. He felt drenched. As Joe's orgasm continued he zeroed in on Evan's lips, and that's where the bulk of his load landed as he moaned through his climax. Evan stayed blind until Joe finished and was kind enough to wipe the cum away from Evan's eyes.
When Evan cracked his eyes open he looked up to see Joe staring down at him seemingly in awe. He couldn't even imagine what he must look like, face soaked in cum, but Joe clearly enjoyed the visual. Evan licked his lips, drinking in the cum that had landed there, and Joe's softening dick twitched back to life at the sight. Joe broke into a goofy smile. "You're good at that."
"Thanks," Evan chuckled. He'd been complimented on his head game before, but never like this.
Evan rose to his feet shakily while Joe ventured into his bathroom to retrieve a washcloth, and he stood still as he let the quarterback clean his own load off of him. "You know, you looked pretty good covered in my cum," Joe smiled as he wiped one last bit off of his eyebrow, "It's almost a shame to clean you up."
"Shut up," Evan laughed, but he felt proud to be on this side of Joe's teasing. The real Joe Burrow was in front of him, and he'd brought that back out. The Super Bowl loss was still going to sting for the quarterback, and it would sting for awhile, but at least now not everything about the day sucked. Well...
"Do you want me to help you out?" Joe asked, gesturing downward. Evan wasn't totally hard, but in his well-fitted athletic shorts, his arousal was clear.
"No, you don't--"
"You did it for me," Joe fired back, automatic, resolute. Evan nearly countered back but stopped himself. Who was he to say no to Joe Burrow?
"Sure, okay."
Evan barely got both words out before Joe was crowding him back against the opposite wall and kissing him, hard. Joe's hand pushed into Evan's shorts and underwear and gripped his cock the same way Evan had done to Joe just two weeks ago. Only Evan hadn't shoved his tongue down Joe's throat, but that's what Joe was doing to Evan. The kiss was completely dominating, intoxicating in a way that Evan had never experienced before. He was hard in Joe's fist in no time. Evan's hands found purchase on Joe's chest, pawing at his pectoral muscles and twisting his fingers into Joe's shirt to pull him closer.
Evan was feeling lightheaded as Joe licked the inside of his teeth. Joe's tongue was a surveyor and Evan's mouth was free real estate. A few embarrassing squeaks escaped from Evan as he was kissed to death, his cock throbbing in Joe's tight grip. Evan wouldn't have believed that he could come so quickly from a kiss and a handjob, but he had to remind himself to never doubt Joe Burrow's ability to do anything as he came with heavy bursts into Joe's hand. He whimpered into Joe's mouth as Joe worked him through it, kisses turning lighter as the intensity of Evan's orgasm began to wane. Joe pulled his wet hand out of Evan's shorts with a light peck.
"Good?" Joe asked.
"Amazing," Evan gasped, catching his breath.
Joe surged forward and planted another firm kiss on Evan's lips. "Thanks for trying to cheer me up, man. That really did the trick." Joe winked at him. Evan felt another rush of pride surge through him.
"Hey, do you mind if I use the shower here?"
"Sure, no problem," Evan answered. The teammate he was rooming with wouldn't be back for awhile as far as he knew, so there was no rush to clean up and clear out.
Joe let his pajama pants fall freely to the ground and kicked them away before peeling off his shirt, all while still standing right in front of Evan. Evan gawked at the display, taking in the full, up-close view of the quarterback's naked body. Joe smirked and turned toward the bathroom, and Evan couldn't help but let his eyes drift downward and check out his friend's ass. Just as Joe was rounding through the doorway to the bathroom he turned back to Evan, a devilish smirk on his face.
"Wanna shower with me?"