Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

fair! Dean’s pride screamed. He shouldn’t get to be all sweet and nice and last longer than me. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Put your hands above your head,” Sommer ordered, that ridiculously sweet smile lighting his face and forming a stark contrast to what he was saying. “Keep your legs spread.”
In an instant, lust and need blew annoyance out of the water. Dean did as he was told.
Sommer’s gaze skimmed Dean’s body, the motion slow and deliberate. Dean could practically feel the heat in Sommer’s eyes, like a flame licking his skin. When Sommer’s gaze met his, Dean felt truly naked for the first time in longer than he could remember. Naked and vulnerable. Spread like a feast, or a sacrifice. Lying there with legs splayed obscenely wide, cock hard and leaking, his soon-to-be lover kneeling mostly clothed between his legs with two fingers in his ass and a hand stroking his prick, Dean felt like Sommer’s sex toy. A plaything, something to be used as needed and ignored the rest of the time.
The kinkier parts of him loved that feeling. But the look in Sommer’s eyes said that to him, at least, Dean was no toy. Even if this ended up being just another one-night stand, Sommer clearly saw him as something more than a willing hole.
That scared him. Not least because it drew out the tiny spark of hope that this time it could be something more than a meaningless fuck. That hope lingered beneath the surface of every anonymous sexual encounter in every motel or apartment or club back room, just waiting for the right person to make it flare to life.
Dean didn’t want to think about that. Not now, with Sommer’s probing fingers and tugging hand bringing him closer and closer to the brink.
Turning away from the oddly tender light in Sommer’s eyes, Dean dug his fingers into the bedclothes. “God, yes. Close.”
“Mmmm,” Sommer purred, the sound like a physical touch. “Good. I want to see you shoot all over yourself.” Bending, he flicked his tongue over the head of Dean’s cock. “I want to feel your asshole grab my fingers when you come.”
“Fuck,” Dean swore, and came so hard his back bowed off the mattress.
He lay there, twitching in the aftermath of orgasm, and stared at the ceiling. It was the old-fashioned wooden kind, the sort you found in early 1900s Victorian houses. There was a name for it, he knew, but he couldn’t remember it. Between his legs, Sommer was busy daubing his fingers in the semen puddled on Dean’s stomach. The fingers of his other hand remained buried in Dean’s ass, sliding and twisting, curling every few seconds to nail his prostate.
Dean kept his gaze fixed on the ceiling and let Sommer play with him. If he looked into Sommer’s eyes, the longing for something more than a great fuck might take him over. He wasn’t ready for that.
A slick, wet tongue dug into the bend of his hip, and he drew a sharp breath. A cool dry scent like old books and dust wound through the stronger smells of sweat, come and desire. Something about it, the normalcy of it in the midst of sex, made his heart ache.
The mattress shifted, the pressure vanishing from Dean’s ass, and Sommer’s face appeared above him. “Dean? Are you okay?”
Apprehension and uncertainty radiated from Sommer, and Dean felt a twinge of guilt. It’s not his fault I’m all fucked up and scared of relationships. He probably doesn’t want one anyway. We’re just fucking, that’s all. Stop trying to make it something it’s not.
Summoning a smile, Dean cupped Sommer’s face in his hands and drew him down for a gentle kiss. “I’m fine. But I think you shorted out my brain.”
Relief echoed in Sommer’s laugh. “You said you could get hard again. I hope you can, because I’m going to want you to come again when I fuck you.”
A delicious shiver ran up Dean’s spine. “Damn, I love how bossy you get in bed. That’s so hot.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Mm-hm.”
“You get off on being ordered around?”
“Only during sex. Try it any other time, you probably wouldn’t like the result. Just ask my boss.” Dean nipped Sommer’s bottom lip, then licked away the sting. “But when it comes to fucking? Hell yeah. I love being told what to do.”
The teasing sparkle faded from Sommer’s eyes, and a dark hunger slid in to replace it. Dean stilled, waiting for whatever Sommer would say next. His cock twitched in anticipation.
To his disappointment, Sommer pushed up on his hands, scooted backward off the