Where The Heart Is: A Bay City Paranormal Investigations story

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Sommer let out a soft laugh. “I need to get everything ready. Feel free to finger yourself.”
Dean shook his head, preferring to savor the anticipation of waiting for Sommer’s touch. Folding his arms on the mat, he rested his cheek on them and watched Sommer take an enema set, a tube of K-Y and several thick towels from the narrow closet beside the pedestal sink. From his vantage point at floor level, he couldn’t see Sommer fill the enema bag, but he heard the splash of water as Sommer adjusted the temperature, followed by the hollow gurgle of liquid flowing into the bag.
“Okay. All set.” Bag and tubing primed, Sommer knelt on the floor beside Dean. He nudged Dean’s knees further apart, then spread a towel underneath him with his free hand. His brown eyes gazed into Dean’s, solemn and serious. “Are you sure?”
Dean nodded, staring into Sommer’s eyes. “Yes. I want this.”
He couldn’t have pinpointed why he wanted to do such a thing now, with this man, but he did. Over the past three and a half weeks, he’d come to feel more comfortable with Sommer than he ever had with anyone. Just being in Sommer’s presence made him feel safe and cared for. He knew he could trust Sommer with this.
Sommer nodded. Bending down, he planted a kiss on Dean’s cheek before moving out of his field of vision.
Dean heard the click of the lube cap opening. Cool, slick gel was smeared over his hole. His hum of pleasure turned into a soft gasp when the nozzle of the enema tubing slipped inside him.
“Tell me if you need to stop,” Sommer said, the tremor in his voice giving away the extent of his excitement. “I’ll go slow.”
Dean moaned as the warm liquid slowly filled his rectum. He’d always enjoyed the sensation, but it had usually been a solitary activity since very few of his past lovers had been willing to share this experience with him. It was, he reflected, far more enjoyable when someone else performed it for him. The level of intimacy was phenomenal, nearly as intense as the fisting to follow.
He was on the verge of telling Sommer to stop when the flow of water cut off. The nozzle was gently withdrawn from his ass.
“You’re beautiful,” Sommer whispered, one hand caressing Dean’s hip, the other massaging his belly in soothing circles. “I love that you trust me enough to let me do this.”
“God. Yes. Sommer. Your hands.” The words came out broken and nearly incoherent, but Dean didn’t care. He figured Sommer got the message.
They stayed like that, Dean on knees and chest on the bathmat with Sommer stroking his body and whispering endearments, until Dean couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed up to a kneeling position, which Sommer seemed to understand immediately. Helping Dean to stand, Sommer led him to the toilet and headed into the bedroom.
Once again, Dean didn’t have to say a word for Sommer to know what he needed. The moment he flushed and stood up, holding onto the nearby sink for support, Sommer came hurrying through the door to his side.
“Lean on me,” Sommer murmured, slipping an arm around Dean’s waist.
Dean washed his hands, then allowed Sommer to support him as they made their way into the bedroom. His legs felt rubbery, his head swimming with an intoxicating mix of relaxation and desire. His cock was still rock hard, oozing tiny drops of pre-come through the hole in the plug.
The heavy burgundy drapes had been pulled shut across the bedroom windows. The watery gray light leaking in around the edges did nothing to illuminate the room. A single lamp burned on the dresser, the burgundy shade throwing a muted light around the room.
The bed looked even more inviting than usual, with the thick comforter folded at the foot and fluffy white towels spread out over the sheets. Sommer helped Dean onto it, lowering him gently onto his back atop the layer of towels.
Leaning over, Sommer pressed a soft kiss to Dean’s lips. His hands stroked Dean’s hair, his face, the curve of his shoulder. When they drew apart, Sommer’s eyes shone with such tenderness it brought a lump to Dean’s throat.
Holding Dean’s gaze, Sommer stood and began pulling his clothes off. Dean watched, fascinated by the way the lamplight glowed red and gold across Sommer’s skin.
Naked, Sommer bent and reached for something on the floor, out of Dean’s sight. He came up with a huge tub of vegetable shortening, which Dean realized must’ve come from the kitchen. Dean let out a snort.
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