Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

adorable, and just made Dean want him more.
Picking up the bottle of lube, Sommer poured a generous handful and coated his latex-sheathed cock. He leaned forward, resting his weight on one hand and pressing two slick fingers of the other into Dean’s ass.
“Are you ready?” Sommer whispered, staring into Dean’s eyes.
Mouth dry and heart racing, Dean nodded. Sommer pulled his fingers out of Dean and rested the tip of his prick against the stretched hole. His hips rocked forward, pushing the head of his cock inside, and Dean gasped. “Oh fuck yes.”
Sommer didn’t speak, but the rough rasp of his breathing announced his excitement loud and clear. Another sharp thrust, and his shaft was fully buried in Dean’s body. Dean shut his eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable burn in his hole and the fullness in his ass. Now if only Sommer would move, drag that thick cock over his prostate a few times…
A slide out, a thrust in, and Dean’s wish came true. He cried out as Sommer’s prick nailed his gland over and over. “God, yes. Harder.”
Sommer raised up long enough to wrap Dean’s legs around his waist. He fell forward onto both hands, staring down at Dean with fire in his eyes. “You want me to fuck you hard, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Dean answered, feeling weak and breathless. His cock was fully hard again and dripping pre-come on his belly. “Pound my ass good.”
Dean had been with a lot of men in his life. Most of them, he’d found, either held back for fear of hurting him, or fucked him brutally hard without regard to his comfort or pleasure. Sommer did neither. His movements were perfect, thrusting hard enough to rattle Dean’s bones and send electricity arcing through his body from his gland, but with enough control that Dean knew he wouldn’t be hurting later.
He felt like Goldilocks, having sampled far too many men who were Too Little or Too Much in bed and finally finding one who was Just Right. The thought was so strange, it drew a strangled laugh from him.
“Something funny?” Sommer panted, not breaking his rhythm for a second.
Shaking his head, Dean reached up to caress the strong, lean arms keeping Sommer’s full weight off him. “Just really liking where I am right now. Underneath you, with your cock up my ass.”
“Good. I like it too.” Sommer gave a particularly hard thrust, causing a drop of sweat to roll off his chin and onto Dean’s face. He bent and licked it off. “Fuck, you feel good. Gonna come soon.”
Dean wanted to tell Sommer how close he was, how amazing it felt having Sommer fuck him, but the sudden swelling of Sommer’s shaft inside him robbed him of speech. Moaning, he buried both hands in Sommer’s hair and pulled him down into a deep, wet kiss.
Sommer growled. His thrusts lost their rhythm, his hips pistoning in short, sharp strokes which zinged over Dean’s gland and made him tremble all over. Dean let out a keening wail as orgasm washed over him, the sound muffled by Sommer’s mouth on his. His semen spread warm and slick over his belly just as Sommer jerked and gasped into the kiss. Dean felt Sommer’s cock pulse as he came.
In a brief blaze of semi-coherence, Dean wondered what it meant that they’d come at the same time, or if it meant anything at all. He’d never come at the exact same time as a lover before. It was good—wonderful, in fact—but the fact that it had happened with a stranger made him uncomfortable. It ought to be something special, an experience to share with someone he loved rather than a one-night stand.
Take what you can get , he admonished himself, stroking Sommer’s hair as the kiss turned slow and languid. No way you’ll ever have another relationship longer than a few months, and you’ll sure as hell never find someone else to love, so be grateful for the good stuff when you get it.
Eventually, Sommer broke the kiss and gave Dean a wide, bright smile. “Wow.”
Laughing, Dean tucked a hank of sweat-damp hair behind Sommer’s ear. “You said it.”
Drawing his softening cock carefully from Dean’s hole, Sommer took the condom off and dropped it over the side of the bed onto the floor. He flopped onto his back, one arm stretched out toward Dean. “Come here.”
Dean’s sense of emotional self-preservation warned him against lying in Sommer’s arms in the afterglow. He didn’t cuddle with his casual fucks, and he couldn’t afford to start thinking of Sommer as anything more than that. But the man’s bare chest