What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

felt for Bo. Loving Dean would be easy. It would be good. But he didn’t love Dean, not that way.
I may not love him, but I want him. And he wants me. And neither of us has any expectations.
It was enough to make up Sam’s mind for him. Hidden by the bus seats and his own body, Sam slid a hand onto Dean’s upper thigh and squeezed gently, letting his fingers creep dangerously close to Dean’s crotch. He held Dean’s gaze, watching his eyes glaze over. Dean’s lips formed Sam’s name, but no sound emerged.
“You want to shower and change before we go?” Sam asked, hoping Dean would say no. The man’s heatand-sweat scent drove Sam wild, and he didn’t really want to trade it for the aromas of soap and shampoo. “I could pick you up at your place.”
Dean licked his lips. “Naw, I’m good. You?”
Shaking his head, Sam smiled. “My stop’s next. Let’s grab my truck and go straight on over.”
“Yeah.” Dean leaned closer, his hand over Sam’s on his thigh. “Christ, Sam.”
Dean’s rough whisper started a burning ache between Sam’s legs. Sam ignored it. If he let his cock do the thinking, they’d end up making out on the bus, and Sam didn’t think he was ready for that. “So where is it we’re going?”
“It’s a surprise.” Lacing his fingers through Sam’s, Dean straightened up in his seat and grinned. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Sam laughed, a little breathlessly. “As long as you give me directions so I can get us there.”
“Never fear, I am the king of directions.”
They lapsed into a silence that was not at all uncomfortable. A few minutes later, the bus wheezed to a stop. When he stood and started down the aisle, Sam kept hold of Dean’s hand. A few people glared at them, but most of the other passengers ignored them. Sam was relieved. Back in Marietta, he never would’ve dared to hold hands with another man in public. He’d figured the people here had seen such things enough that they no longer paid much attention. It was good to know he’d been right.
They walked the three blocks to Sam’s building without talking, their fingers still casually intertwined. By the time Sam unlocked his apartment door and led Dean inside, Sam had decided he couldn’t wait any longer to claim the privileges of their new friendship.
“Wow,” Dean said, staring around with wide eyes. “This is a cool place. How’d you—mmph…”
His words were abruptly cut off when Sam shoved him against the wall and kissed him.

Chapter Eight
    For a second, Dean went rigid with surprise. Then he moaned into Sam’s mouth and melted against him, one hand curled in Sam’s hair and the other winding around his waist. Dean’s body fit perfectly against Sam’s, warm and pliant, hips rolling in a search for friction. Hungry little noises bled from his lips as the kiss went deep.
    “God, I want you so bad,” Dean breathed, and bit Sam’s ear.
Growling, Sam grabbed Dean’s ass in both hands and squeezed. “Don’t wanna go out anymore.” “Me neither. Oh shit, yeah, do that again…”
Sam obediently sucked up another purple mark at the juncture of Dean’s neck and shoulder. “Bedroom,” he mumbled, his mouth still pressed to Dean’s skin. “Now.”
“Hell yeah.” With one more hard, hot kiss, Dean drew back, a finger still hooked through one of Sam’s belt loops. “Which way?”
Taking Dean’s hand, Sam led him through the door into the bedroom. As soon as they were inside, Sam tore off his jacket, watching as Dean did the same. Both garments were thrown unceremoniously aside, then Dean molded his body to Sam’s, hands sliding around his hips to caress his ass. They kissed again, tongues winding together as Sam backed them toward the bed. His knees hit the edge of the mattress and he let himself fall backward across it, taking Dean with him.
Rolling over, Sam pinned Dean’s body with his and buried his face in the man’s neck, pressing tiny kisses to his skin. Dean writhed underneath him, hips canting upward and thighs spreading. His moans rode the air, and his hands roamed Sam’s body with a great deal of skill and not an ounce of shyness.
Even through the lust fogging his mind, Sam couldn’t help comparing Dean to Bo. Kissing Dean, touching him and drawing those sweet sounds from him, was a very different experience from doing the same to Bo. Dean smelled different, he tasted different, the noises he made were different. And Dean threw himself into kissing Sam with an