His Heart Out

 

Title:  His Heart Out

Author:  Sakka

Pairing:  Peyton Manning/Dallas Clark

Summary: Post-SuperBowl 2010.

Warnings: M/M slash, oneshot, RPF, oral, anal.

Disclaimer:  I do not know Peyton Manning or Dallas Clark, this is entirely a work of fiction, and I make no money from the writing of this story.

This is a bit of a drabble, almost a PWP even, but it's something I came up with after watching the Colts get crushingly defeated by the Saints in last year's Superbowl.

​Please read & review!  I'd like to know what you guys think.

’Get open, Dallas…  Get open…’

Ripping his pants off had never been easier.  The sweat, the heat, the intense *need* between the two men was a palpable thing, almost taking a life of its own.

’Manning to Clark…for a first down.’

Dallas moaned, loud and long, and Peyton felt it in his groin, felt it everywhere…  He took the younger man in his mouth and tasting him, the scent of him, everything … was like pure joy itself.

’Dallas played his heart out in that game…’

Pressing hard into his tight end, as he appreciated the truth of his position’s moniker, the Colts’ quarterback gripped his eligible man by his triceps and sank his teeth into the back of his neck, groaning from the pressure, the buildup, the hot vise of Dallas all around him…

’And it’s Clark again!  Clark is on fire tonight…’

“Y-yes…  Y-yesss…  Ah God yesss…” Listening to the hissing and moaning of his favorite target on the field and feeling the friction between them and the slick of their sweat and the familiar headiness of the moment, Peyton knew he would always love this man and yet it would be unspoken…  Never to fall from his lips, never to be said less it become as quick a memory as the game, volatile like the loss…  Keeping it unspoken seemed to keep it alive…  And yet, somehow, deep inside, Dallas knew.

’You’ll always be there when I need you…  Always…’

As he burst within him, as he climaxed under him, both men cried out with fevered, needy, vulnerable sounds and each knew that the other felt the same…  Would always feel the same.