What Hides Inside: Bay City Paranormal Investigations, Book 2

Dean’s ass cheeks and drew a deep breath of muskysweet male scent. Dean moaned, thighs parting even further. Inflamed by the sight and sound and smell of Dean’s desire, Sam swirled his tongue around the tight opening, urging it to relax, to let him in. Dean’s body relaxed easily, and Sam plunged his tongue inside, savoring the sharp, rich flavor of skin and sweat and sex.
“Oh, oh fuck,” Dean gasped. “Gonna come if you keep that up.”
Sam didn’t want to stop. He loved rimming, and it had been far too long since he’d been able to indulge. But Dean was teetering on the brink, and Sam wanted to be buried inside him when he came. Reluctantly, he drew away, humming with pleasure at the sight of Dean’s hole open and ready for him.
“Let me get the lube and a rubber,” Sam said, reaching to retrieve the necessary items from the bedside drawer.
“Hurry.” Dean’s voice was barely audible, muffled against the pillow under his cheek. “Can’t hold out much longer.”
Sam wasted no time rolling the condom on. That done, he opened the lube and coated his sheathed cock. “Ready?” he asked, pushing two lube-slick fingers into Dean’s body.
“Yes. Now.”
The lustful tremor in Dean’s voice sent electricity sparking over Sam’s skin. Holding Dean open with his thumbs, he lined up his prick and shoved himself in with one swift stroke.
“Fuck, yeah!” Dean cried, the muscles in his back rippling. “God, yes.”
Sam sucked in a deep breath, holding still as he tried to keep the impending orgasm at bay. Dean’s insides undulated around him, clutching his cock in snug living heat. God, it’s been way too long.
Biting his lip, Sam began to move, slipping slowly out until only the head of his prick remained inside, then pressing back in again. Dean growled and pushed against him, and that was all Sam could stand. Holding Dean’s hips in a punishing grip, Sam slammed into him, grinning when Dean’s sharp cry told him he’d found the sweet spot. He changed the angle to nail Dean’s gland with every stroke.
After long months without it, the feel of a hot, tight ass around his cock was like heaven. Sam knew he wouldn’t last long, but he didn’t mind and figured Dean wouldn’t either. Only one thing, he thought, could make it better.
Closing his eyes, he let himself picture Bo bent over and spread for him, sobbing his name as he shot all over Sam’s sheets. Bo’s ass— no, not Bo’s, Dean’s— milked his cock in rhythmic waves.
His lips formed Bo’s name when he came, and he hated himself for it.
Holding onto the condom with one hand, Sam carefully withdrew from Dean’s body. He removed the used rubber, tied it off and tossed it toward the trash can beside the bed, keeping his gaze resolutely downcast. If he looked up Dean would surely read everything he felt in his eyes, and he couldn’t face it.
“Sam?” Rolling onto his back, Dean sat up and laid a hand on Sam’s knee. “Are you okay?”
Sam didn’t answer. His throat burned with a sudden, overwhelming sadness. He’d been crazy to think he could forget Bo this easily. And to use Dean the way he had was inexcusable. He turned his back, closed his eyes and buried his face in his hands.
The mattress shifted. Dean’s body pressed against his back, one arm sliding around his waist, long legs bracketing his hips. “I’m sorry, Sam,” Dean whispered, lips brushing his ear, one hand stroking the sweaty hair from his face. “I’d make him come back to you if I could.”
A shiver of unease ran up Sam’s spine. “What?”
“Bo.” Dean’s arm tightened around Sam’s waist. “It’s all right. I won’t tell anyone else.”
For a minute, Sam remained tense and silent, shaking all over. His secret was out, his innermost heart laid bare to a man he’d just screwed through the mattress while imagining he was someone else. It was galling, it was mortifying, it was…
Good, he realized. It was an enormous relief to share his burden with someone. In spite of what had just happened between them, Sam sensed he and Dean were still friends. The gentleness in Dean’s touch left no doubt of that.
Sighing, Sam relaxed into Dean’s embrace. “I’m such a bastard, Dean.”
Dean chuckled against his ear. “What, for thinking of Bo while you were fucking me?”
“Yeah.” Embarrassment heated Sam’s cheeks, even though Dean’s tone held no hint of accusation. “How’d you know I was thinking of him?”
“You said his name when you