m/m Deano, Again: A Muscle University Story (Deano Story 3)

[muscleaddict]

Sixteen

“I fucking KNEW you fancied me!” Ozzie cries as he comes out of the bathroom and flops back down on my bed. We’re both still completely naked. I’m naked. With Seth “Ozzie” Osman. Who I just had fucking sex with!

I narrow my eyes at him. He’s lying on his side looking at me. His thick pecs and bronzed biceps bulging. 

“Who said I fancied you?”

He grins at me. “Oh - you just have sex with guys you don’t fancy then?”

I shrug. “A shag’s a shag.”

Ozzie tips his head back and lets out a short, sharp laugh. I can’t believe we’re just lying next to each other naked. Yesterday we were lying on this very bed, in practically the same spots and I was getting hard in my jeans because Ozzie and his thick biceps were so close to me. And now we’re fucking naked. I could probably just reach out and squeeze those thick biceps if I wanted to.

“Come on - name one thing you like about me!” he says, looking at me with a cheeky grin on his cute face. I roll my eyes. I see he’s back to his old annoying self.

“Just ONE thing!”

I groan. “Fine! You’ve got … nice arms!”

“Nice arms?!” He pulls a face. “That’s all you’ve got to say? Jesus, Little Dude - don’t hold back, will you?”

I roll my eyes. But I’m smirking too. “What about my boyish looks?” he asks, with a comical tooth bearing grin.

I pull a face in response. Ozzie laughs. “You’re unbelievable! We just had sex and you can’t even bring yourself to say anything nice about me!”

“I just said your arms were nice!”

He smirks and shakes his head.

“And ... your abs are … pretty hot!”

A big cheeky grin erupts on his face. It’s kind of endearing. 

“And … your pecs are …,” I roll my eyes, “pretty fucking hot!”

Ozzie laughs. “Fuck yeah! I KNEW you liked my pecs!” He looks down and gives them a cheeky little bounce.

“Anything else?”

For a fleeting moment, I’m tempted to tell Ozzie how nice I think his too big eyes are. 

“Nope!” I say, casually. “That’s literally all of your redeeming features.”

He gives me this look. His eyes narrowed. This smirk on his face. He knows I'm holding back. It's like he can see straight through me.

“Okay - I’ll tell you what I fancy about you, then!” he says, twisting around so he’s on his side. I can’t help smirking. I could pretend I don’t care what Ozzie finds attractive about me but who the fuck am I kidding?

“Your shoulders. Your pecs. Your abs!” 

What the fuck? Unlike me, Ozzie's DEFINITELY not holding back.

“Your face. Your hair. Your fucking HOT ARSE. Everything about you, Deano is SEXY. AS. FUCK.”

What the hell? I have no idea what to say. But my chest feels weird. And I’m finding it REALLY hard not to smile. I’m kind of impressed at his ability to just put his thoughts and feelings out there. To just be so open. Why can’t I be like that? Why is it that the idea of doing that practically fucking terrifies me?

“And you don’t even KNOW how sexy you are! Which somehow makes you EVEN sexier!”

He’s grinning at me now. Like he’s all pleased with himself. He’s strangely never looked cuter. My eyes go down to those bulging arms. So Ozzie’s fancied me all this time by the sound of it? I feel like I have about a hundred questions. 

“So … are you just into lads?”

He pulls an indifferent face. “I've been with girls,” he says, with a shrug.

“So you’re bi?”

He shrugs again and does that annoying face. “I don’t really like labels. I like what I like.”

“I think it means you’re bi,” I tell him flatly.

His mouth curls into a smirk like he knows he’s winding me up. “There’s not just gay, straight and bi you know, Little Dude! Maybe I’m Deanosexual? I only fancy guys called Deano!” 

“I’ll warn my dad.”

He lets out a loud laugh. “I forgot your dad’s called Deano.” 

“He actually looks like me as well.”

“I know he does,” Ozzie says, with a sly smirk. “Don’t worry I’m not stalking you or anything!”

He rolls off the bed and goes over to his. “Although … I have to say, your brother’s good looking!”

Okay - what the fuck? Ozzie jumps back on my bed with his phone in his hand. “He came up as a suggestion to follow on Instagram after I added you.”

I nod and bite my lip. “I might send him a DM,” he teases as he plays with his phone. “Hey, Josh - your brother just fucked me in the arse.”

I shake my head at him, failing not to smirk as he hands me his phone with a cheeky grin. A YouTube video is playing, It’s the comparisons round of a bodybuilding competition. I recognise it instantly.

“I know this!” I say to Ozzie. And then I see a familiar face. “My dad’s on it!”

“What did you think of THAT guy,” he says, leaning in. “Wait - HIM! Blue posers!”

I’m looking at a really shredded guy with amazing balloon-like muscles. Wow. He’s really fucking handsome. And then it hits me.

“Is that your dad?!”

“Yep!” Ozzie says proudly. 

Wow. They’re not a spit of each other, but I can definitely see a resemblance. The funny thing is, I remember seeing this video before. And I have a vague memory of thinking Ozzie’s dad was pretty hot. I am DEFINITELY not telling him that though. I’m also not gonna tell him that I actually think it’s pretty cool our dads once competed together.

He takes his phone off me and I lie back down. Ozzie puts his phone down on the bedside table and lies down on his side facing me, his head just a few inches away. He gives me this warm grin and I can’t help smirking back at him. It kinda feels like a moment.

“What was it you said you fancied about me? My pecs?” He looks down and starts bouncing his pecs. I roll my eyes, but my dick is swelling. I’m shaking my head and he’s giving me this cocky grin.

“So … how did you know? About me?” I ask, feeling weirdly nervous all of a sudden.

“Well, I didn’t for sure. Just a hunch. I think it was mostly the Facebook post from last year.”

Fuck! My stomach tightens and I feel my body tense up. “Oh. You know about that?”

“Course!” he says, casually. “Two MU lads kissing. You don’t really forget about that.”

And he clearly remembered who posted it. Unlike Adam Lloyd.

I swallow hard. Ozzie’s looking at me, but it doesn’t feel like he’s judging me. I look down at his torso. “Not my finest moment,” I say, quietly.

“It was pretty brutal. But … I figured you must have had a reason for doing it.”

I look back up at his face. Wow. I didn't really expect him to be so cool about this. It’s such a different reaction to the one Adam had.

“It kinda screamed closet case to me.”

I furrow my eyebrows at him, but now I'm smirking. I mean - he’s not exactly wrong.

“What - so, you've known who I was for, like, a year?”

He gives me a confused look, then his mouth curls into a smirk. “Yes, Deano. I’ve been following you around for a year. Checking your Instagram every day. Writing your initials in all of my notebooks. S.O heart D.W!”

I roll my eyes and he cheekily grins at me. “I mean - yeah, I looked you up after the Facebook post. But that was about it. Then I saw your name in the email with everyone on the programme, and it clicked. That’s the sexy little closet case who did the Facebook post.”

“That was your EXACT thought?” 

“Yeah! Where is the lie?”

I think back to that first time I met Ozzie. The way he was staring at me. With that annoying ominous smirk. And now I know why. He already knew who I was. He knew about the Woody, Luke, Facebook post. He already suspected I liked lads. And also thought I was sexy apparently.

“Did you not think I might have been a bit of a dick though? Cause of the Facebook post?”

He pulls a slight face. “But people do stuff for all sorts of reasons.”

I nod. In a weird moment, I think about telling him the reason. About what happened with Woody and Luke. That I kissed Woody. That I was obsessed with him. That I did that awful thing because I was a jealous fucked up closet case who was terrified of the fact that I had these feelings I couldn’t tell anyone about and that I had no fucking clue what to do with.

“So … can I call you Tank Arse now?”

I smirk. “Still no!” I say, flatly.

He smirks back at me. Then he looks over to his bed and groans. “My bed seems so far away.”

I feel a flutter in my chest. My smile gets wider. And Ozzie’s looking back at me and giving me a knowing smile. It’s like he's daring me to suggest it. To sleep in my head.

“Could be quite cosy sleeping here?" he suggests, with this pretend coy look on his face that's pretty fucking cute.

I roll my eyes. “Go on then!” I groan.

He gives me a look. Like he knows I really want him to sleep in my bed.

As we’re getting under the duvet, Ozzie starts fucking singing “D.E.A.N.O!” at me again. 

“Still SO annoying,” I say. He wraps his arm around my back. Fuck. His body up close to mine. His mass engulfing me.

“And I’m still not talking to you when we get back to uni.”

“That’s okay. We don’t have to talk to do this,” he says, leaning in and kissing me. Fuck. Why is that even just Ozzie kissing me feels so fucking good?

The next morning we’re packing to leave. We ended up making each other cum again last night. And again this morning. As I’m zipping up my suitcase I feel this surprising pang of sadness. That the Chicago trip has come to an end. That it’s all over.

But there’s something else overriding that. What happened last night with Ozzie. I still can’t fucking believe it. I have no fucking idea what’s gonna happen when we get back to uni. Whether this was just a one-time thing. I’m not really thinking that far ahead right now. I’m just kind of on a high. He may be an annoying twat intent on winding me up at every opportunity, but fucking hell. Last night. It was so fucking hot. And I got to feel his flexed biceps. And his thick pecs. And those abs. Those fucking abs!

“Hang on a sec!” Ozzie says as I’m at the hotel door. I spin around. He’s wearing his green Montgomery University hoodie again. He looks so fucking hot in it. Kind of cuddly too. 

“I’m sure I’ve forgotten something,” he says, patting down the pockets of his trackies and looking around. “Oh yeah!” he says, looking at me. “THIS!” He leans in and kisses me. His huge thick torso pressed up against mine. Fuck. I kind of love it. I wrap my arms around his back. And now I’m hard as fuck. What is this guy fucking doing to me? “Mmmm! Deano!” he says, pressing his hard cock against mine. And then … fuck! He’s kneeling down, giving me this sexy fucking smirk.

“We’re gonna be late!” I protest.

And now he’s on his knees, pulling the waistband of my trackies and boxers down to reveal my hard cock, which he’s now fucking sucking. Fuuuuck. I grip onto the back of his head. My hands slipping down to his back. His huge shoulders. I lean my head back against the wall. I can’t believe this is happening.

“Oh God. Ozzie - Ozzie, I think I’m gonna …,”

He starts fucking sucking harder. Groaning as he does so. FUCK. My hands dig into his shoulder blades. I can’t stop it. I can’t fight it. He’s gonna make me - I’m gonna fucking …, “OH FUCK!” I cry out. I’m cumming. Seth “Ozzie” Osman is making me cum. AGAIN!

And now we’re both laughing as he stands up and I pull my boxers and trackies up. “I can’t believe you just did that!” 

A few hours later, I’m sitting on the plane back home waiting for take off. In exactly the same set-up as we did coming. Mafra on one side. And on the other - Seth “Ozzie” Osman in his green Montgomery University hoodie. 

“You two managed not to kill each other then?” Walker asks, twisting his head around from the row in front of us.

No. We just fucked each other instead. 

I look at Ozzie, and he’s giving me a knowing smirk. “Deano loves me now!” Ozzie says. I raise an eyebrow at Walker. “We’re bezzie mates!" he adds.

Walker smirks like he doesn’t believe a word of it and turns around again. I look over at Ozzie, who’s biting his lip and smirking. I shake my head at him and turn to face the front again. Ozzie’s leg pushes up against mine. I know it’s no accident. I feel this unexpected warmth. And I’m trying not to smile. But it’s not working. I look over at him. He gives me this cute little smile. And I feel a flutter in my chest. I don’t move my leg. I’m hard as a rock. And I’m sitting here feeling like I want to melt into my seat. Because of Seth “Ozzie” Osman. Annoying twat Ozzie who’s done nothing but wind me up the whole trip. Annoying twat Ozzie who I had the most amazing fucking sex with last night.

What. The. Actual. FUCK?

[DarkLord]

A great ending to a trip to Chicago)) What awaits us in Montgomery, Deano will see remarkable things)) I'm waiting for a new incredible continuation. Thanks for this.

[BrzNLA]

WOW! Another hot chapter! A bit too short for my taste (), but so hot! I love how Ozzie opens up and it is so accepting of Deano mistakes. Deano found himself a nice, hot and mature boyfriend for himself. I can’t wait to see what happens next.

[DennisFLL]

Great writing, as usual.  Loved the sex and affection between these two guys.  And then wonderful reading of what's going on in Deano's brain now as he heads back to Scotland!   More, please, soon.

[Bjort]

[Muscleinatl]

It's pretty obvious except for Deano himself, that his relationships with everyone will change, some for the better some for worse.

 

[Kons]

Time to bring Ozzie home for Xmas. I also wonder what the third year is watching in the final meeting before chicago pro

[S01]

This was the chapter I was waiting for. 

Plus how I imagine our Welsh MU student

[Kons]

I imagine Ozzie will look more like Daniel Sticco 

[dredlifter]

This is muscle adorable