Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

small clearing floored with grass and weeds. “Huh. Well, it was worth a shot.”
Sommer’s face fell. “Damn. I was really hoping we might find something.”
“You still might. Just because this time didn’t pan out, doesn’t mean you can’t keep trying.”
“I guess.” Disappointment filled Sommer’s voice. He stuck his hands in his back pockets and stared morosely at the spot where the apparition had disappeared.
Tilting his head, Dean took a good, long look at the man he’d spent a night and most of a morning with. Sommer’s hair gleamed a hundred shades of red in the dappled sunshine. Perspiration made his golden-brown skin glow. The sun shone through his long lashes to cast soft shadows on his cheeks. His well-worn jeans did nothing to hide the sleek contours of hip, leg and ass.
Dean wondered what it would feel like to fuck on a forest floor.
Stop it, he ordered himself, forcibly tearing his gaze from the hard little peaks of Sommer’s nipples where his T-shirt stretched tight across his chest. You can fuck later, hopefully. Talk to him.
It wasn’t something Dean was used to thinking in relation to his sexual conquests. But Sommer was different. Damned if he knew why, and damned if he cared. The need to take the sadness out of Sommer’s eyes superseded everything else.
“I could investigate your place,” Dean offered, trying not to think of the scolding he was going to get from Kerry later. “If you want, I mean.”
Sommer blinked at him. “You’d do that?”
“Sure.”
“But you’re only here for…” Sommer trailed off, his brows drawing together. “How much longer are you going to be here?”
“Eleven more days. That’s plenty of time to chase your ghost for a while without neglecting Ron and Kerry.” Stepping closer, Dean took Sommer’s hand and flashed his most seductive smile. “Besides, that gives me an excuse to spend lots of time with you without looking desperate.”
Sommer laughed. “All right, I’ll take you up on it. I have to admit, it makes me feel better to know you’ll be looking into my case.” He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Dean’s lips. “Thank you, Dean.”
“My pleasure.” Dean flicked his tongue over Sommer’s lips, enjoying the soft moan it drew from Sommer’s throat. “Hey, Kerry, Ron and I were thinking we’d go play some Frisbee golf this afternoon. You want to come along?”
Sommer’s expression clouded. “I’d love to, but I can’t. I should be here when the guests show up.”
Swallowing his disappointment, Dean smiled. “I totally understand. So when do you want me to come back and start investigating?”
The right corner of Sommer’s mouth hitched up in that shy little half-smile that made Dean’s heart thump. “There’ll be enough staff here tomorrow evening that I’ll be able to get away for a while. Why don’t I take you out to dinner? We can talk about the investigation. Or whatever.”
Warmth spread like a wave through Dean’s body. Slipping both arms around Sommer’s neck, he pressed closer. “That sounds fantastic.”
“Great.” Sommer’s lips grazed the shell of Dean’s ear. “I’ll pick you up around five. We can go for a walk before dinner.”
“Uh. Yeah. Okay.” Dean shivered when Sommer’s tongue traced a wet line up his neck. “Sommer, unless you’re willing to fuck me right here in the woods, you’d better stop.”
“Mmm.” Sommer nipped Dean’s earlobe. “I can’t fuck you. No condom.”
“Or lube.” Dean canted his hips forward to rub his burgeoning erection against the fullness behind Sommer’s zipper. “Christ, Sommer. You’re seriously turning me on here.”
Sommer chuckled, his breath warm and damp on Dean’s neck. “Am I?”
“You know you are.”
“Hm.” One of Sommer’s hands slipped between Dean’s legs to cup his swelling prick through his jeans. “Oh, yeah. You’re really hard.”
Dean just about came out of his skin when Sommer’s fingers crept lower and gave his balls a hard squeeze. “Ah! Oh shit, you’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”
With a couple of swift movements, Sommer flipped open the button of Dean’s pants and tugged the zipper down. He plunged his hand inside Dean’s underwear to wrap his fingers around Dean’s shaft. “Come, then,” he growled in Dean’s ear.
Struck dumb, Dean could do nothing but stand there clinging to Sommer’s shoulders and whimper while Sommer pumped his cock.
Between his powerful attraction to