Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

Sommer’s lips. “Okay so far?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“Good.” Picking up the lube, Sommer squeezed a dollop onto Dean’s slit. His searching gaze met Dean’s. “I’m going to put the plug in now, and get the band the rest of the way on. Tell me if you need to stop, all right?”
Unable to speak again, Dean nodded and gave Sommer a trembling smile.
Holding Dean’s glans still with his left hand, Sommer swiveled the ring at the end of the snake’s tail until the tip of the short plug rested against Dean’s slit. “Here we go.”
Hard metal pushed through the tiny opening, and Dean gasped. “Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh.” The thing felt much larger than it was.
Sommer froze with the plug only halfway in and stared into Dean’s eyes. “Dean?”
“’M okay. Just…just wait a sec.”
Sommer held still, his left thumb caressing the head of Dean’s prick. Dean dug his free hand into the comforter and panted through open lips. He couldn’t decide if the sensation setting his nerves on fire was more pain or pleasure.
A few seconds passed before the burn subsided and he decided it felt good. “More,” he whispered. “All the way.”
Sommer held Dean’s gaze for a moment as if assessing his readiness before turning his attention back to Dean’s cock. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. Dean’s eyelids prickled. He drew a deep breath and blew it out. Sommer pushed, the metal band slid into place, then the steel plug was lodged inside Dean’s cock and something about that made him feel whole for the first time in years.
Unclenching his left hand from the covers, Dean ran a wondering finger over the band around his prick. It fit snugly under the flare of the glans. He traced the gleaming snake from its sculpted head to its arched tail. When his fingertip brushed the edge of his slit where metal met skin, the touch sent a searing jolt up his shaft and into his spine. His body arched as if he’d been hit with an electric current. He’d never felt anything quite like it. And now, having felt it, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever lived without it.
Gentle hands stroked his hair, his face, his throat. He gazed up into Sommer’s deep brown eyes, wishing his own would focus better. “S-Sommer. It’s… Oh, my God.”
“I know.” Sommer bent and pressed a lingering kiss to Dean’s lips. “It’s almost too much, isn’t it? Like burning alive, only it feels good.”
Dean nodded. “Som. Mer. F-fuck…me. Fuck me. I n-need…”
Sommer’s lips covered his again, soothing away his tongue-tied frustration. He buried his hands in Sommer’s hair and kissed back with everything he had. If he didn’t get Sommer’s cock inside him soon, he thought he might die. His heart would explode from an overload of sexual urgency and he’d expire right there in Sommer’s bed.
Ages later, Sommer drew out of Dean’s arms. Dean grasped at him, whimpering when he moved out of reach. Sommer smiled. “I need to undress, beautiful. So I can fuck you.”
Dean wasn’t sure he understood all of what Sommer was saying, but he understood the fucking part. Summoning every ounce of patience he possessed, he clamped a hand around the base of his cock and watched with barely contained hunger as Sommer took off his clothes, rolled on a condom and climbed back onto the bed.
Naked, Sommer knelt between Dean’s splayed legs, leaned over and retrieved the open lube packet from where it lay on the comforter. He squeezed the rest of the slippery fluid onto his fingers. “Legs up.”
Dean grabbed the backs of his thighs, lifting his legs up and apart. He let out a ragged moan when two of Sommer’s slick fingers slid inside him. “Sommer. God, please.”
“I know.” Sommer’s fingers withdrew, and the blunt head of his prick nudged against Dean’s hole. “I love how you open up for me, sweetheart.”
Dean’s attempted answer morphed into a sharp cry when Sommer penetrated him. “Oooooh, oh yes. God.”
“Mmmm.” Sommer fell forward onto his elbows, bringing his face within kissing distance of Dean’s. He thrust forward enough for his prick to nail Dean’s gland and make him cry out again. “Dean…”
The aching need in Sommer’s voice was nearly enough to bring Dean to the brink. Letting go of his thighs, Dean wrapped his legs around Sommer’s waist and splayed both hands on either side of Sommer’s face. “Sommer. Fuck me.”
With a soft groan, Sommer began to move, rocking his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Dean tugged his