Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

threw it on the floor.
Sommer managed to undo Dean’s pants while he was busy kneading Sommer’s ass and decorating his throat with purple marks. Dean only noticed his jeans had been lowered when he felt Sommer’s fingers curl around his cock. He moaned into Sommer’s neck.
Dean felt his head yanked back by the hair, and Sommer’s mouth descended on his. Sommer’s tongue forced Dean’s jaw wide. Dean yielded gladly, fumbling Sommer’s jeans open and shoving a hand inside to grasp his cock as the kiss turned rough and desperate.
When Sommer’s fingers delved lower to slide along the sensitive skin behind Dean’s balls, his knees nearly buckled. Sommer seemed to take that as his cue. Prying Dean’s fingers off his shaft, he spun Dean around, dragged him sideways a few feet and bent him across the arm of the chair.
Sommer leaned over Dean’s back, molding their bodies together. His cock nestled hot and rigid between Dean’s buttocks. Dean whined and pressed backward. The need to have Sommer’s prick inside him was so strong he couldn’t think of anything else.
A low groan rumbled into Dean’s ear. “I love how much you want me.” Sommer’s hand curled around Dean’s cock once more, thumb caressing the slit. Dean keened and clawed the chair. “I love how hard you are for me.”
In a tiny coherent corner of his brain, Dean marveled at Sommer’s control. Dean felt shattered into a million pieces, torn apart by his own desire. He envied Sommer’s ability to keep it together.
Sommer’s warm weight left Dean’s back. He flailed a hand behind him, trying to keep Sommer in place. “No. Fuck me now.”
“I think I have some lube and rubbers in the entertainment center drawer, I’m just going to get them. I’ll be right back.” Soft hair brushed Dean’s shoulder blade, and Sommer’s lips pressed briefly to his back. “Don’t move.”
The command held just enough steel to keep Dean firmly in place, his bare ass in the air and his erection pressed into the smooth maroon fabric of the chair’s arm. If he lifted his head a little and turned to the right, he’d be able to see the stripe of blackness where the heavy drapes didn’t quite meet in the middle. The sliver of potential exposure sent a jolt of excitement through him.
He was rubbing against the chair and imagining someone out on the porch watching him and Sommer fuck when a hand on his butt announced Sommer’s return. “You didn’t start without me, did you?”
Dean shivered at the faint whiff of reprimand underlying the amusement in Sommer’s voice. He shook his head.
“Good.”
The sound of a condom packet being torn open came from behind Dean. He heard the faint rustle as Sommer put on the rubber, then a snap and a squelch followed by a swift shock of cold lube on his anus. The gel warmed fast with the friction of Sommer’s fingers slipping inside Dean, twisting and pumping to stretch him.
“God, you feel so good,” Sommer murmured. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Then do it! Dean’s mind screamed. Fuck me already.
All that came out was a pitiful whine. Frantic, he rocked backward, deliberately clenching his hole around Sommer’s fingers. Sommer sucked in a hissing breath. His hand withdrew. Dean had a split second to brace himself before Sommer’s cock slammed into him.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Dean gasped, the words knocked loose by the force of Sommer penetrating him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the spike of pleasure-pain. “Hard. Fuck me hard.”
Getting a firm grip on Dean’s hipbones, Sommer pounded into him so hard his teeth clacked together. “God. Dean.”
Sommer’s words emerged in a rough whisper which started a hot, fierce ache deep in Dean’s chest. He didn’t know if the obvious lust did it for him, or the more subtle tenderness, but either way Dean liked it. Moaning, he dug his fingers into the seat of the chair and angled his body so that Sommer’s cock hit his gland with every thrust.
With a growl that set Dean’s blood on fire, Sommer picked up the pace. His fingers gripped Dean’s hips hard enough to bruise, his prick stretched Dean’s hole and pummeled his prostate, and it was more than Dean could withstand. Overwhelmed by sensation, Dean came with a loud wail.
Behind him, Sommer let out a sharp cry. “Fuck, oh, oh fuck .” He thrust into Dean a few more times, then went still. His cock pulsed in Dean’s ass, his hands spasmed, and Dean grinned. He loved it when Sommer came inside him.