Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

Sommer and the unexpected thrill of being jerked off just barely out of view of Sommer’s back porch, it didn’t take long for Dean to climax. He buried his face in Sommer’s neck to stifle the cry he couldn’t hold back as he coated Sommer’s hand and both their clothes with semen.
When Dean’s knees buckled, he didn’t try to remain upright, but let himself slide out of Sommer’s grip to crumple at his feet. Ignoring Sommer’s concerned voice asking if he was okay, Dean undid Sommer’s jeans, fished out his rigid prick and swallowed it whole.
Groaning, Sommer fisted both hands in Dean’s hair. “Oh, my God. Yes.”
His mouth full, Dean answered with a hum which made Sommer gasp and thrust down his throat. Dean would’ve grinned if he’d been able to. It felt deliciously dirty to kneel in the leaf mold on the forest floor, with his spent cock hanging out of his pants and Sommer’s erection stretching his jaw open.
“Gonna come,” Sommer panted, his fingers spasming in Dean’s hair. “Oh God. Dean…”
Pulling off Sommer’s cock, Dean closed one hand around the shaft and started stroking hard and fast. A second later, Sommer let out a hoarse moan, his prick pulsing in Dean’s palm. Dean closed his eyes and smiled as Sommer’s come painted his face. The sharp, musky smell made Dean’s cock twitch in spite of his still-sated state.
With a deep, satisfied sigh, Sommer took Dean’s hands and hauled him to his feet. “Wow. I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“What, jerked a guy off?” Dean attempted to run a hand through his hair, and stopped when he encountered something wet and sticky. He laughed. “Well, just call me Mary.”
Sommer blinked. “Huh?”
“You got spunk in my hair. It was all over your hand.” Dean scraped a glob free and held it out. “See?”
Sommer looked startled, then burst out laughing. “Oh. Like that movie.”
“Yeah, like that movie.” Dean licked his lips, savoring the taste of Sommer’s semen. Just a little won’t hurt . “I’m kind of a mess, aren’t I?”
That sexy little half-smile curved Sommer’s mouth. “You look good like this.”
The roughness of Sommer’s voice and the heat in his dark eyes made Dean’s stomach flutter. He hid his reaction as best he could behind a teasing smile. It unnerved him how Sommer could turn him into a puddle with nothing but a look.
“Kinky bastard.” Lifting the bottom of his shirt, Dean wiped his face clean. “So. You were saying you never jerked a guy off before? There’s no way, man. I don’t believe it.”
“No, I have, just…” Sommer glanced around at the bare trees surrounding them. “Not like this. Outside, in the daytime. It feels different. More dangerous, or something.”
“I hear you.” Dean tucked his limp cock back into his jeans and zipped up, watching with an odd sense of loss while Sommer did the same. “It’s the possibility of discovery, you know? It’s exciting.”
“Yeah. I’ve never felt the urge to act like that before, but I just couldn’t seem to help myself.” Framing Dean’s face with his hands, Sommer stared into his eyes with an intensity that made Dean feel stripped bare. “You do very strange things to me, Dean. I think I like it.”
Something deep in Dean’s chest twisted. The way Sommer looked at him made him feel vulnerable, yet protected at the same time. God, he’d never felt like this with anyone, never mind someone he’d only known for a few hours. It scared him to death.
Forcing his expression to remain bland, Dean drew Sommer’s hands away from his face, leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. “Come on. Let’s get back to the house before Kerry and Ron come looking for us.”
Was it his imagination, or did disappointment flash through Sommer’s eyes before his usual sweet smile took its place? “Yeah, okay. I have more work to do anyway before my guests arrive.”
Sommer took Dean’s hand and laced their fingers together. They walked back through the woods and toward the house in a silence which wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as Dean had expected it to be.
He couldn’t help wondering what that meant, or if it meant anything at all. ~ * ~
    Dean told Ron and Kerry about his plans as soon as they arrived home. Kerry took it about as well as Dean had thought she would.
“You did what ?”
Dean winced at Kerry’s shrill tone. “I told Sommer I’d investigate his haunting. Just part-time,” he added when he saw the