Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

in bed? I’m pretty sure I can handle that without croaking.”
Laughing, Sommer kissed the end of Dean’s nose. “Well, I guess if you’re up to being your usual smart-ass self, you’ll be okay.” He pulled away from Dean’s arms, slid to the edge of the bed and stood. “But you’re under strict orders to stay right here, okay?”
Dean gave him a mock-serious salute. “Yessir.”
Sommer shook his head, but his eyes sparkled. He bent down and came back up with his jeans in his hand. “I’ll bring you dinner in bed,” he said, pulling his pants on. “And if you’re very, very good and don’t move from this bed before I tell you to, I’ll let you play with your favorite toy later.”
The promise of having Mr. T—as he’d dubbed Sommer’s ridged, vibrating black dildo—up his ass again made Dean’s hole clench in gleeful anticipation. “You got it, Boss.” A thought struck him, and he frowned. “Um, can I pee with this cock plug in?”
“You came, didn’t you?” Sommer swiped his sweater off the floor and pulled it on.
Dean blinked. “Yeah. I guess I did.”
Chuckling, Sommer took Dean’s prick in one hand, held the head toward Dean and pointed at the plug. “It’s hollow, so you can leave it in for long periods of time.”
Dean swallowed against the rush of sexual excitement that swooped through him in spite of his recently sated state. “Oh. I see.”
A slow smile spread across Sommer’s face. “You really like having that plug inside your cock, don’t you?”
Dean nodded, never once looking away from Sommer’s eyes. “I do, yeah.” Mostly because it means I’m yours.
He kept that part to himself.
“Okay, I’m going to work now.” Sommer leaned over, a hand on the mattress on either side of Dean’s head. “I’ll check in on you in a little while, okay?”
“Sure.” Dean tilted his face to accept Sommer’s kiss. “I’ll be right here.”
Sommer slipped on his shoes, walked across the room and opened the door. As he started into the hall, he turned, and his gaze caught Dean’s. For a long moment, they stared at each other, a universe of things unsaid hovering between them. Then Sommer looked away, and the sense of something momentous about to happen evaporated.
Stepping out into the hall, Sommer shut the door. The floorboards creaked under his feet as he walked down the hallway to the kitchen.
Dean lay gazing up at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of people bustling around the house. He really should use this opportunity to think about Sommer, and what exactly was happening between them. They didn’t have much time left together. Whatever they were to each other, Dean knew he had to figure it out and come to terms with it before he left, or it would haunt him. But he was so tired, and Sommer’s bed was so deliciously soft.
“I can think about it later,” Dean mumbled to himself. Closing his eyes, he let himself drift to sleep.
    Dean woke to a dull red light on his face. He pushed to a sitting position and glanced around. He was alone in the room, though he could hear voices and the clink of dishes floating from the kitchen. The curtains still hung halfway open, and the setting sun shone through the crimson sheers which were drawn across the window. He glanced at the clock, and was surprised to discover that he’d only been asleep a couple of hours. He felt as invigorated as if he’d slept for a week.
    Yawning, he scooted to the edge of the mattress and pushed to his feet. Electricity zinged over the head of his cock with the movement. The sensation wasn’t as intense as it had been before, but there was no way he could forget the plug was there. The slightest sway of his prick, the faintest touch to the skin at the head, reminded him. Forcefully.
    He grinned. Wearing clothes was going to be an adventure now.
Shuffling into the bathroom, he lifted the toilet seat and got a tentative grip on his cock. He decided that if peeing hurt, he’d have to remove the silver snake, no matter how much he wanted to leave it on. In. Whatever. Luckily, it wasn’t an issue. There was a faint burn, so brief he barely felt it, then nothing. He shook himself off, washed his hands and headed back into the bedroom, deliberately making his cock sway more than usual just so he could feel the tiny shockwaves shooting up his shaft.
He was about to climb back into bed to await his personally Sommer-catered dinner, when he spotted the audio recorder he’d used for Rich’s interview