Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

face down, and their mouths locked together.
Between his own moans and grunts and whimpers, Dean heard the kitchen door open, heard footsteps and the voices of Carol and Lisa arriving for work. He knew they’d hear him if they came up the hall to the front of the house, but he didn’t care. He was lost in an overwhelming barrage of sensation, and nothing else mattered. Sommer’s cock pounded his ass in an increasingly frantic pace, Sommer’s warm breath panted against his lips as the kiss broke. The rub and press of their bare bellies against Dean’s trapped cock jarred the plug and made his whole body sizzle, and God, how had he ever existed before this?
Too soon, Dean felt his orgasm blossoming inside him. Tingling heat spread from his cock to his ass, down his thighs and up his spine. For a second everything went still and breathless. He could hear his pulse in his skull, could count the beads of sweat on Sommer’s brow. Sommer’s cock plunged deep to nail his gland, and Dean came with a keening wail. His vision went gray with the force of it, all sound fading into white noise.
Dean’s eyelids drooped and closed. When he opened them again, Sommer lay propped up beside him, watching him with something close to panic. “What’s wrong?” Dean whispered, reaching out to touch Sommer’s cheek. “Are you okay?”
Sommer laughed, the sound high and wild with obvious relief. “Me? I should be asking you that.”
“How come?” Dean frowned. “Wait, when did you…?” He trailed off, thinking as hard as he could with his brain still half shorted out. The last thing he remembered was coming. Sommer had still been inside him then, approaching his own release. Clearly that had already happened, but Dean couldn’t remember it.
“You passed out.” Sommer gave him an anemic smile. “Right when I came, I might add, which was pretty terrifying.”
Dean winced. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”
“I hardly think you had any control over it.” Sommer ran a thumb along the line of Dean’s jaw. “It was only for a few seconds, but I really think you ought to just stay in bed for a while.”
“No, there’s no need for that.” Dean tried to sit up. Sommer’s hand on his chest held him down. “Sommer, come on. I’m okay, really.”
“Maybe. Probably. But I’d never forgive myself if you weren’t, and something happened to you.” He pressed two fingers to Dean’s lips, stopping his protest before it started. “Humor me, okay?”
How any sane human being could possibly resist those big brown puppy-dog eyes, Dean had no idea. He sure as hell couldn’t. With a resigned sigh, he relaxed back onto the pillows. “Okay. But I’m going to pretend I’m your kept boy, and I’m waiting naked in your bed because that’s what I’m supposed to do.”
Sommer arched an eyebrow at him. “Who says you’re only pretending?”
Dean knew Sommer was teasing, but the idea started a simmering fire in his gut. He flashed the evil grin that always made Sommer’s cheeks flush. “All right, Master. I’ll be right here, naked as a jaybird and ready to serve you.”
The growl Sommer let out made Dean’s spent prick twitch, jostling the plug and sending hot and cold waves rippling through him. Christ on a crutch, you sure can’t forget it’s there.
Not that he wanted to. He liked it there, and not just because of how it felt.
Burying a hand in Dean’s hair, Sommer bent until his lips brushed Dean’s. “Leave that cock plug in. To remind you of who you belong to.”
Warmth bubbled up in Dean’s chest. Smiling, he grasped the back of Sommer’s neck and kissed him. Sommer opened to him with a contented hum.
Never in a million years would Dean have thought he’d actually like the idea of belonging to someone. He’d always been something of a free spirit. Even with Sharon, he’d never thought of himself as being hers. But the fact was, with Sommer, he liked it. Loved it, in fact. Reveled in the thought of belonging heart, body and soul to Sommer. It didn’t matter that they were playing a temporary game, and that this would all go away in a few days. Dean wanted it to be real. Wanted it so badly it hurt like a toothache. And how many kinds of wrong was that?
Eventually Sommer broke the kiss and drew back. “I need to go. My other guests will be here soon, and Lisa will need help with dinner.” His dark eyes studied Dean’s face with transparent worry. “Will you be all right alone?”
Dean smiled. “What, lazing around