Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

bed and stood up. “I’m going to finish undressing, then get the condoms and lube,” he explained before Dean could say anything.
Dean let his eyelids droop to half-mast. “And what do I do while you get naked and grab the goods?”
Leaning over, Sommer brushed a kiss across Dean’s knee. “Rub that come all over yourself. Eat some of it. I think that would be hot.”
“Yeah.” Dean scooped up a bit of spunk with one finger. He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked off the thick, bitter liquid, enjoying the way Sommer’s eyes hazed over at the sight. “Mmmm. Good.”
Sommer’s lips parted, but he didn’t say anything. Dean was glad. If Sommer wanted to taste his come, he really didn’t want to know. They were never going to get to that stage, so there was no point in thinking about it.
Sliding his hand into the rapidly drying semen splattered on his belly, Dean coated his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked each finger clean one by one.
Sommer groaned, his gaze darting back and forth between the drawer he was digging through and Dean’s display. “God, you’re hot.” He threw a condom and a bottle of liquid lube on the bed and reached down to pull his shoes off.
“Pot. Kettle,” Dean said, watching Sommer skin out of his jeans and underwear. Sommer’s cock sprang free and hit his belly with a damp smack. He was uncut, the foreskin pulled back so that the head glistened in the moonlight. Dean’s mouth watered. “Damn. I can’t wait to get that in me.”
The corner of Sommer’s mouth tugged up, making Dean’s chest tight. How could he already be addicted to the man’s smile?
“Good, because I can’t wait anymore.” Sommer climbed onto the bed, stalking Dean on hands and knees like a cat. His skin seemed to glow, the light shimmering over lean muscles as they shifted with his movement. His hair fell forward to shadow his face. Between his legs, his erect cock hung in silhouette. A pearl of pre-come gathered at the tip and dripped in slow motion, connected to its point of origin by a shining liquid thread which thinned and broke as Dean watched.
Dean thought he’d never seen anything so alluring. Following a sudden whim, he stretched out a hand toward Sommer. “Come kiss me.”
Sommer straddled his hips, leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. A lock of Sommer’s hair tickled Dean’s cheek. The sleek strands smelled of apple-scented shampoo, enhancing rather than masking the scents of spunk and male arousal. Dean opened his mouth with a sigh and let Sommer’s tongue in to wind around his. The fronts of Sommer’s knees pressed against the backs of Dean’s spread thighs, the hairs rough and scratchy on his skin.
Dean ran both hands up and down Sommer’s sides as the kiss grew heated. His skin was warm and smooth beneath Dean’s palms.
“How do you want it?” Sommer murmured, lips brushing a feathery trail down Dean’s throat. “On your back, or on all fours?”
“I don’t really care, as long as I get your cock up my ass pretty damn soon.” Dean dug his fingers into Sommer’s back and arched his neck, the feel of Sommer’s lips and tongue sending shockwaves through him. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Privately, he hoped Sommer preferred him on hands and knees, so he wouldn’t have to see whatever there was to see in Sommer’s eyes. But not if it would keep Sommer from fucking him.
Sommer drew back and laid a warm palm on Dean’s cheek. “I want you on your back. So I can see your face. Is that okay?”
Dean bit his lip. “Sure,” he heard himself say.
Sommer’s smile made the small lie worthwhile. Resuming his previous position kneeling between Dean’s legs, Sommer snatched up the condom packet and tore it open. “Lift your legs up. Let me see your hole.”
Dean obediently bent his knees to his chest, hands around the backs of his thighs to hold the position. He watched Sommer roll the condom over his cock. The man had such graceful hands. Dean thought he could spend hours just watching Sommer’s long, slim fingers move.
A soft chuckle made Dean look up. Sommer smiled down at him, one hand around the base of his cock and the other warm on Dean’s thigh. “What are you thinking about, Dean?”
“Your hands,” Dean answered, his brain too blood-deprived to bother with anything but the truth. “They’re sexy.”
Sommer’s head tilted, one shoulder lifting in a semi-shrug. His embarrassment at the compliment was palpable. It was