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Joe still has a donut smeared on his face when he gets to the locker room. He can feel the sticky icing on his cheek as he changes out of his gear but he’s too excited from the win to care. Ja’marr supports the same look as Joe across the room, icing sticking to his cheek as well.
The visitor locker room is loud after the win, players high on adrenaline as they change and get ready to head back to the hotel for the night. Despite all the noise and rowdy bodies moving through the room, Joe can feel Ja’marr’s eyes on him. Joe turns around to catch the eyes staring at him, just to embarrass him. Ja’marr looks away as quickly as possible, trying to play it cool by looking around the room. The act makes Joe smile, warmth spreading through his face and chest.
After changing, Joe finds a bathroom in the Cowboy’s stadium so he can clean his face. Looking at himself in the mirror, Joe sees the pink and black streaks on his face. He grabs a couple paper towels and wets them in the sink and begins wiping away the sticky donut residue.
Halfway through cleaning his face, the bathroom door swings open behind him. Joe watches Ja’marr walk in, through the mirror, their eyes connecting. “Hey,” Is all Joe can get out before Ja’marr is turning him around by his waist and pinning him against the sink, kissing him hard.
“Mhm,” Joe hums into the kiss, bringing his arm up to grip Ja’marr’s bicep. Joe smiles into the kiss, unable to contain himself, and Ja’marr pulls away, biting playfully at Joe’s bottom lip. Breathless, Joe asks, “What was that for?”
Ja’marr shrugs, “Just— happy.” He says, his smile blinding in the bathroom light. They stand close together, chest to chest, Joe’s lower back still against the porcelain sink. Just the two of them in the big bathroom.
Ja’marr reaches a hand up to the side of Joe’s face. He feels the rough pad of Ja’marr’s thumb rub some of the donut icing off, then watches as Ja’marr’s lips wrap around the digit, sucking the icing off. Joe clears his throat.
“Hm, pretty good.” Ja’marr approves and Joe laughs.
“Really?” Ja’marr nods, innocently. “Well, I guess I should try some.” Joe says and repeats exactly what Ja’marr did to him. The icing does taste pretty good, not too sweet but not too bland either.
“It’s good isn't it?” Ja’marr teases, his smile quirked in a way Joe knows too well.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s alright.” Joe shrugs. Ja’marr laughs, resting his forehead against Joe’s chest quickly before standing back up straight.
Joe twists around to wet the paper towel in his hand, he squeezes out the excess water so it isn’t dripping everywhere and turns back to face Ja’marr. “Can I?” He asks, holding the paper towel up to Ja’marr’s cheek.
“Of course.” Ja’marr nods, turning his face to the right, baring his icing stained cheek to Joe.
Joe lightly grips Ja’marr’s chin with one hand, keeping the wideouts face still, beard tickling his fingertips. Joe carefully wipes away the pink and black streaks, putting just enough pressure to get it off with one wipe. Ja’marr watches him the entire time, eyes tracing over his face making Joe blush.
He wipes away one final streak on Ja’marr’s jaw before pulling away. “All done.”
Ja’marr smiles, “Thanks,” He grabs the towel from Joe’s hand and walks away to throw it away, grabbing a couple more paper towels on his way back over. Joe leans back against the sink, hands braced on the edge as Ja’marr wets the towels in a sink next to him. “Your turn.” Ja’marr says, taking his spot back in front of Joe.
Joe sighs as Ja’marr’s big and warm hand cups his jaw, turning his head to look right. The first wipe of the soaked napkin is cold against Joe’s cheek, cooling down the blush rising on his face. Ja’marr is careful, the same way Joe was, and takes his time getting each bit of icing off.
Ja’marr’s thumb rubs back and forth on Joe’s jaw as he works, the movements comforting. He taps twice against Joe's jaw once he’s done, letting go and pulling away to throw the paper towel away. “Thank you,” Joe says.
Ja’marr walks back over, “Anytime, baby.” He says, planting a short but sweet kiss on Joe’s lips. “See you at the hotel, okay?”
Joe nods, “Yeah,” He whispers.
Ja’marr swings open the door, the loud, incoherent voices filling the quiet bathroom for a moment before Ja’marr walks out, the door closing behind him, leaving Joe in silence. He takes a deep breath and turns around to splash some cold water on his face to get rid of the blush on his face and neck.
And if the look Tee sends him after he gets into the locker room is anything to go by, Joe thinks he didn’t do a good enough job.
Back at the hotel, Joe sits on his bed, thoughtlessly scrolling on his phone as he waits for Ja’marr. It’s pretty late into the night or early morning he guesses, the clock reading 12:10am. Joe thinks he might fall asleep before Ja’marr gets here.
Just as Joe is about to text ja’marr, he hears the sound of a keycard being scanned and the door unlocking. Joe turns off his phone, plugging it up on the bedside table as Ja’marr walks in, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Joe notices Ja’marr has both of his hands behind his back, hiding something from him. Joe raises an eyebrow at him, “What are you hiding?” He asks, suspicious of the look on Ja’marr’s face.
Ja’marr sits down sideways on the bed in front of him. He grins, “It’s a surprise,” He says. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
Joe fixes him with a look, “Ja’marr.”
“C’mon, it’s nothing bad.” Ja’marr reassures and Joe sighs, following Ja'marr's instructions.
Joe feels something pretty light get placed in his hands, which confuses him even more. “Alright, open.” Ja’marr says.
Joe slowly opens his eyes to see a singular chocolate cupcake with white frosting and an orange, unlit candle in the middle in his hands. “Happy birthday, Joey.” Ja’marr says.
And Joe—is definitely not going to cry over a cupcake. Joe swallows around the lump in his throat and smiles. “Thank you, baby.” He whispers, leaning forward to kiss Ja’marr. It’s short but passionate and full of love.
“How’d you even get this?” Joe asks once he pulls away.
“Perks of being a famous wide receiver, I guess.” He teases, grinning. “I tried to convince the front desk lady to sneak me a lighter but she said she didn’t want to cause a fire.” Ja’marr explains.
Joe laughs, imagining Ja’marr trying to sweet talk a lady into breaking company policy to light a candle on a cupcake. “This is more than enough.” Joe says. “Thank you, really.’
“Of course,” Ja’marr says. “Now, you have to make a wish.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.” Joe laughs.
“Sure it does, just pretend to blow out the flame.” Ja’marr claims. “C’mon, make a wish.”
Joe can’t believe this is the man he fell in love with. He also can’t believe he’s about to blow out a fake flame on a candle but Ja’marr is staring at him with those soulful, brown eyes, waiting. So, Joe closes his own eyes and wishes to love and be loved by Ja’marr in every universe and blows out the ‘flame’. When Joe opens his eyes, Ja’marr is smiling brightly at him and Joe smiles back.
Joe takes the candle out of the cupcake and sets it on the bedside table. He unwraps half of it and takes a bite, getting an idea. “It’s really good,” Joe says with a mouthful. “Wanna try some?” Joe asks Ja’marr, already unwrapping the other side. Ja’marr nods and Joe brings the cupcake up to Ja’marr’s mouth and just before he takes a bite, Joe smushes the frosting onto Ja’marr’s nose and chin.
Ja’marr opens his mouth in surprise as white frosting covers the front of his face. “Had to even out the playing field.” Joe says, laughing.
“Oh yeah?” Ja’marr asks. “You just had to, huh?” He teases, grabbing Joe’s wrists with the cupcake in it, trying to get it out of Joe’s grasps. Joe leans back, trying to get away but Ja’marr just follows after him, body leaning forward.
Before he knows it, Ja’marr is laying on top of him, breath labored and chests touching. It takes one flick of Joe’s eyes to Ja’marr’s lips for him to give in and connect their lips. Joe can taste the frosting on Ja’marr’s lips and can feel it getting messily smeared between them.
Ja’marr pulls away, licking his lips. “That does taste pretty good.” He says, wiping at the leftover frosting still on his face. Ja’marr scoops it off with two fingers and brings them to his mouth, sucking on his fingers with a moan, cheeks hallowing around the long digits. Joe feels all the blood in his body rush south, a want taking over.
Ja’marr notices, because he knows Joe better than anyone, and smirks. “What?” He asks, tilting his head to the side innocently.
Joe shakes his head, “Nothing.” He mumbles, face growing hot. Ja’marr grabs the cupcake that still sits in Joe’s hand and places it on the beside table.
“I think it’s time for your next present.” Ja’marr says, in full control as he sits up on his knees and grips Joe’s waist, pulling the blonde further down the bed so he’s fully laid out.
Ja’marr slowly starts to strip his shirt off. Dark skin getting revealed inch by inch, muscles contracting in the low lighting. Joe takes the scene in with his hands behind his head. “You givin’ me a show?”
Ja’marr laughs and finally gets the shirt off, throwing it to the side; somewhere Joe has no interest in looking. Joe rakes his eyes over Ja’marr’s chest to his abs and tattoos. He’s seen it all before but Joe thinks it gets better every time.
Ja’marr leans forward and reaches underneath Joe’s shirt. His fingertips tickle Joe’s sides as he pushes the shirt further up. Joe takes the bunched up shirt off once Ja’marr’s pushed it all the way up to his chest.
Joe sighs as Ja’marr immediately starts to kiss down his exposed neck and chest. Ja’marr moves slowly and teasingly down his body, nipping and sucking along the way.
Joe arches into the kisses, needing to feel Ja’marr all over. Ja’marr breathes Joe in like he’s gasping for air and it makes Joe feel hotter, his brain going hazy.
Ja’marr hooks his thumbs onto Joe’s waistband and pulls his pants and boxers off in one go. The cold air makes Joe shiver a little bit but he stops immediately once Ja’marr wraps his warm and big hand around him.
His hips buck forward, chasing the friction but Ja’marr keeps his hand still, tightening his grip. “Patience, baby.” Ja’marr murmurs, settling himself on his stomach in between Joe’s open legs.
Joe feels himself burn hotter as Ja’marr looks at him through his eyelashes. Pupils wide, making his eyes look black. Ja’marr starts placing small, wet kisses up and down Joe’s cock, teasing him.
“Ja’marr.” Joe whines, hips rolling up subconsciously.
Ja’marr smirks, places one last kiss to the head of his cock and takes him whole. Joe fists his hands in the sheets as Ja’marr’s warm and wet mouth envelops him. And Joe tries his best to keep his hips still, not wanting to choke Ja’marr but the sensation feels too good . All Joe can think of is Ja'marr, Ja’marr, Ja’marr.
“Oh my god.” Joe moans as Ja’marr bobs his head up and down, humming around Joe sending vibrations up his spine. Joe’s hips buck forward causing Ja’marr to choke and sputter before pulling off.
“Shit—sorry, sorry.” Joe apologizes, panting.
Ja’marr wipes at the spit on his chin, “Hm, stay still and be good, baby.” Ja’marr says kindly, voice rough and gravely. It’s exactly what Joe loves and needs at the moment.
“I will—I will, promise.” Joe nods feverishly.
“I know you can.” Ja’marr says but he wraps his hands around Joe’s waist for good measure, pressing his thumbs into jutting hipbones.
He takes Joe in his mouth again, mouth wrapping around the tip, not caring about teasing kisses anymore. Ja’marr’s thumbs dig into Joe’s waist and he prays there’s bruises in the morning. He wants to look down and see the discoloration. He wants to feel Ja’marr’s handprints all over him. Joe thinks he’d get them tattooed on him if he wasn’t so scared of needles.
Spit runs down the side of Ja’marr’s mouth and Joe’s cock, mixing with the precome. It’s almost too much to look at. Joe feels his stomach clenching, his mind going numb.
“Fuck— please, ‘m so close.” Joe whines, hands untwisting from the bed sheets, coming up to grab at the base of Ja’marr’s head. He doesn’t control Ja’marr with it, just keeps it there as support. And Joe feels the heat build up, stomach clenching and hips trying to buck up despite Ja’marr’s grip. His vision starts to white and—
The heat leaves him. When Joe opens his eyes, chest moving up and down as he pants, Ja’marr has pulled off but kept one hand around the base of Joe’s cock.
“What?” Joe asks, wondering why Ja’marr stopped.
“Trust me, baby.” Ja’marr says, moving his hand up and down slowly. The friction isn’t nearly enough of what Joe needs to cum and it frustrates him. He tries moving his hips more but Ja’marr throws an arm over top of his stomach this time, pushing down and adding more pressure.
It’s almost too much, being so close just to have it taken away a second later. It makes Joe feel floaty, his brain empty with nothing other than wanting to cum. But Ja’marr is completely in control and Joe loves it. Loves having his brain turned off and let Ja’marr take over.
“Make such pretty noises, Joey.” Ja’marr groans, bringing Joe’s attention back on him. Ja’marr’s hand’s still wrapped around Joe, moving too slow for his liking. An arm is now underneath one of Joe’s thighs as Ja’marr bites at the pale flesh. His beard rubbing against the sensitive skin on the inside of Joe’s thigh.
“Please—please, baby.” Joe begs, his head swimming, eyes glassy and threatening to spill.
“Yeah? You wanna come?” Ja’marr asks and Joe nods, mouth too dry to talk.
Ja’marr takes pity on him and moves his hand faster, his mouth hovering over Joe’s cock, still fucking teasing .
“Gonna come in my mouth, baby?” Ja’marr teases once more before he swallows Joe whole.
“Holy— fuck yes.” Joe whines, the warmth is overstimulating and Joe’s close already. His stomach clenches up and his legs tense as his cums. Ja’marr keeps him in his mouth the entire time, spit and cum running down his chin.
“Shit, Ja’marr.” Joe sighs as he comes down from his high. Ja’marr sits up on his knees, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You good, birthday boy?” Ja’marr smirks and Joe laughs, pulling Ja’marr on top of him, tastes himself on Ja’marr’s tongue as they kiss.
“I’m really good.” Joe responds once they pull apart and Ja’marr smiles.
“Happy birthday, baby.”