Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

already arrived.
What if he hears us? Dean wondered, putting the box on the bedside table and pulling off his long-sleeved T-shirt. What if he hears me begging Sommer to fuck me harder? What if Lisa and Carol get here and they hear me too? Everyone’ll know we’re in here having sex. Everyone’ll know he’s fucking my ass so hard I won’t even be able to sit down later.
The idea was disturbingly exciting. Chewing his bottom lip, Dean kicked off his sneakers, wriggled out of his sweatpants and climbed onto the bed, lying on his back as he’d been told.
He didn’t notice the door was not quite closed until he’d gotten settled. He was about to get up and close it when the stairs creaked out in the foyer. Dean froze, propped up on one elbow, and listened. Slow footsteps clomped across the hardwood floor. The front door opened and closed. Dean could hear Sommer putting away groceries in the kitchen, but the house was otherwise quiet.
Outside, an engine started up. A moment later, gravel crunched under tires. When the sound had faded away, Dean flopped onto his back, heart racing and breath coming short. He didn’t know whether to be amused or irritated by how much interest his cock seemed to take in nearly being caught naked by a perfect stranger.
He almost jumped out of his skin when the door swung open. To his relief, it was just Sommer. “Sommer. Shit, you scared me.”
“It’s okay. The man who just left is the only one here right now other than us. No one else is scheduled to arrive until after five.” He glanced at Dean’s stiff prick and grinned. “Is that for me, or do you get off on exposing yourself to strangers?”
“It sounds so creepy when you say it like that.”
“Oh, so that hard-on is for Mr. Davenport?”
“No way. This is totally for you.” Spreading his legs, Dean cupped his balls in one hand and gave Sommer his best seductive stare. “So shut the door and get over here already.”
Sommer’s eyes went dark. He glided across the floor, his gaze fixed on Dean’s face with such intensity that Dean wondered if a guy could come just from that look . “That’s the last order you’ll be giving me tonight.”
“Okay,” Dean breathed. His voice shook.
“Good.” Stopping beside the bed, Sommer laid a hand on the inside of Dean’s thigh. “I bought you something today. When I was out shopping.”
Dean cut his gaze sideways to eye the innocuous little box on the bedside table. “You did?”
“I did.” Sommer’s palm slid up until his fingers brushed the sensitive skin behind Dean’s balls. “Hand me the box.”
Dean reached over, grabbed the box and put it in Sommer’s outstretched hand. “What is it?”
Sommer didn’t answer. Instead, he opened the box, plucked something out and held it up for Dean to see.
It looked like a silver armband, only far too small for anyone’s arm. It was shaped like a slender snake, with a head that angled downward where the two ends overlapped and a tail that took a sharp upward curve. The tail ended in a slender ring. From the ring hung a short silver bar. When Sommer turned it a bit, Dean could see the bar was hollow.
At first Dean couldn’t figure out what the thing was. Then it hit him, and his eyes went wide. He’d seen cock plugs before, but he’d never worn one. The mental image of hard steel around and inside his prick sent a violent shiver through him.
“Please don’t feel like you have to wear it if you’d rather not,” Sommer said, his voice soft and gentle. “But I’d like it very much if you would.”
It took three tries before Dean could make his voice work. “Y-yes. I, I want to.”
Sommer’s smile melted away any lingering doubts in Dean’s mind. He knew Sommer would never do anything to hurt him. If the plug felt anything less than glorious, all he had to do was say so and Sommer would put it away without another word.
Placing the jewelry back in its box, Sommer perched on the edge of the bed and rested the box on Dean’s stomach. He opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a packet of lube. “Hold your cock up for me.”
Dean curled shaking fingers around his shaft and held it upright. Sommer tore open the lube and propped it against the edge of the jewelry box, then lifted the silver snake from the box and slipped it halfway over the head of Dean’s cock with a quick twist of his fingers. The feel of cold steel digging into his skin made Dean moan low in his throat.
The crooked smile Dean loved curved